james 'honey bunny' conrad (thetracker) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-05-19 12:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, james conrad, wesley gibson |
Who: Conrad & Wesley.
Where: The medical room.
When: 5/19, afternoon.
What: Someone's got some explaining to do.
Status: Completed.
Warnings: Death & violence mentions.
Don't talk too much. You have to save your energy.. Conrad frowned as he sat up in his bed. He was dehydrated as hell and his head was pounding, but he was.. alive? What was the last thing he remembered? There was.. The Kinks playing on the jukebox. He and Wesley had been dancing and talking about music, when that man had entered the bar. Everything that followed had happened so quickly, Conrad wasn’t even sure that he was recalling it correctly. But he distinctly remembered being shot in the stomach and seeing Wesley’s hands covered in blood. And after that? Nothing. Conrad had pulled himself out of bed. He shaved, showered, and tried to put himself back together. However, it wouldn’t be until much later in the day that he would bother to venture out into the hotel. His confidence had been shaken and honestly, all he wanted to do was lay around in bed all afternoon and sulk. But one thing remained more pressing than feeling sorry for himself: curiosity. He had to find Wesley and ask him about what had happened. Sending his friend a message and requesting his location would have been easier. However, texting hadn’t become second nature to Conrad just yet. Finding Wesley in person had been the more logical option at the time. Conrad looked everywhere: the kitchen, the bar, the game room, even the grounds outside the hotel.. Wesley was nowhere to be found. But Conrad wasn't the sort of person who was easily deterred, despite his waning self-confidence and sure enough, eventually, he’d locate him. Wesley looked busy in the medical room. But maybe, not so busy that he couldn’t spare five minutes for a previously-dead man. Conrad knocked, poking his head just inside the door, his eyes set on Wesley. “Hey.. can I steal you for a second?” |