WARREN IV (lightwings) wrote in nextin, @ 2012-09-11 18:48:00 |
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Who: The Worthingtons (Real Worthingtons, not you Ben!)
What: Siblings take flight.
When: After dinner, around 7pm
Where: Westchester
Rating: PG
Status: incomplete
Warren was a terrible brother. He knew that, but it had never bothered him before until he found out that Christen Summers was the one that had physically sought his sister out. He was a selfish, spoiled boy that didn't like when other people played with his things, and while Willow was a growing woman in her own right, they were still bound by blood, no matter how poorly he treated her, and it was his growing obligation to make sure she was okay. They had one year of school together before he graduated, and during that year, she was one of the few that he tried to keep away from Sera and Chris. Teasing Willow was off limits when he was around, but so was communicating with her on most levels. Her sense of... style, her personality, they were so far to the other side of the spectrum of each other that most people didn't even recognize they were related. Which, was fine with Warren. Until now.
Now there was a potential threat to his throne, one that he somewhat knew existed but not necessarily ever considered would surface until it was pointed out they were in the same building. Keeping Willow away from the man was going to be a priority in his new game. Appealing to his sister in a way that made them a team, rather than two strangers living under the same room was another goal, one that he would start working on today with a planned flight and some pushpops. With his treats in an insulated cloth in a satchel hanging from his side, Warren slid into some loafers before leaving the Resident's building. It was a relief when the undead sludge had been removed from the campus entirely, in fact, it felt like Christmas to the near-germaphobe. Despite knowing his destination, Warren still dressed to impress. An Armani cardigan sweater clung to his body, always sadly ruined by the slits he had to have tailored into his clothing for his wings. Jeans were snug, dark blue in color, and rolled up to his ankles. He always looked like someone out of the 1950's.
Making his way to the main school, he eventually made it to Willow's suit and knocked lightly against the door before simply turning the knob to see if it was locked or not. "Little worm, little worm, your brother dearest is here. Sprout some wings, wear something warm, and let's blow this popstand." The sun was just getting ready to fall against the horizon, and if he wanted to get through to his sister, he knew that she was a sucker for meaningful things like that.