Wes (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wassupwes) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} ecorridor_rpg,@ 2009-04-10 12:53:00 |
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Who: Wes - Open to Claire, Caiden and possibly Quin (though I doubt he's really gonna want to see it again XD)
What: Weswolfing it up - this time with added Wolfsbane.
When: Friday or saturday or something, I don't know I'm not keeping track of days atm >>
Where: The Shrieking Shack
Rating: Probably some strong language, who knows.
Wes didn't tell Claire he was going. He didn't offer to give her exact directions as to how to stop the willow, nor did he answer any of her questions about how things usually happened if he'd remembered to take his potion. He didn't want to talk about it, and he'd made it clear that he'd probably prefer if she wasn't there, but he wasn't going to stop her.
He arrived at the Shack and found it empty, dark and, secretly very disappointing, very dusty.
Caiden hadn't been here this time. He hadn't come to clean up like he usually did, and Wes wasn't sure if he ever would again. He'd made it clear that he despised Wes for what he had done, regardless of the reasons Wes had done it. He sighed and made his way over to the sofa to change out of his clothes. This was going to be a hard change, all alone. He rubbed his arms, expecting them to be covered in cuts by the time this was over.
What: Weswolfing it up - this time with added Wolfsbane.
When: Friday or saturday or something, I don't know I'm not keeping track of days atm >>
Where: The Shrieking Shack
Rating: Probably some strong language, who knows.
Wes didn't tell Claire he was going. He didn't offer to give her exact directions as to how to stop the willow, nor did he answer any of her questions about how things usually happened if he'd remembered to take his potion. He didn't want to talk about it, and he'd made it clear that he'd probably prefer if she wasn't there, but he wasn't going to stop her.
He arrived at the Shack and found it empty, dark and, secretly very disappointing, very dusty.
Caiden hadn't been here this time. He hadn't come to clean up like he usually did, and Wes wasn't sure if he ever would again. He'd made it clear that he despised Wes for what he had done, regardless of the reasons Wes had done it. He sighed and made his way over to the sofa to change out of his clothes. This was going to be a hard change, all alone. He rubbed his arms, expecting them to be covered in cuts by the time this was over.