Deeks (copycatmimicry) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2014-04-09 20:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, alexander deeks, day: december 19, lenore quinlan, player: jordan, player: roz |
December 19 [WB]
Who: Alec and Lenore
What: Lenore needs to vent/comfort
When: Thursday, December 19; roughly just before fivish
Where: Alec's room
Rating: Likely mature themes, and triggery things being discussed in reference to Viola. Also language
Status: Closed/in progress
Alec was teetering between wanting to be available, and wanting to clear out of the dorm to give Leo some space. He wasn't concerned too much about Leo doing something stupid, because Leo wasn't stupid. He didn't have to keep a vigilant watch on him, but he also doubted Leo would actually come to him if he needed something, because Leo was stupid sometimes. Alec was probably the same; it wasn't like he wanted to sit there and talk about his problems. He didn't really expect anyone else to.
He wasn't really overwhelmed. Alec wasn't sure he'd ever been overwhelmed before. But he could see Lenore getting overwhelmed, from a distance. He couldn't fix it, but he could invite her over, and give her the space from her problems that he kind of wanted to give Leo but sorta didn't know how since space was the entire problem for him. He hadn't cleaned up any of the mess, and they hadn't gotten around to getting it fixed, so the door still looked like shit, half off the hinges, and there was still a hole in the wall. Well... that hole might gotten bigger, when Alec fell into it last night. Which had been the opposite of a good plan - since the plan was to not break shit.
He had a shiner too, but nowhere near the broken bones he should have with how hard Leo could hit. His power decided to abruptly short out in the middle of a swing. It happens. Alec had his door open, but he hadn't actually moved from his bed. Lance had called off going to the city, so Alec didn't really have a whole lot of shit to do in the meantime. His room was clean, free from the hectic mess of the rest of their suite, and probably Leo's room, if Alec knew anything about Leo. He didn't own a whole lot and the room reflected that. He hadn't changed the lay out or the blankets on the bed, or the empty walls upon moving in. Most of what he owned could fit in a box under his bed, which it did. And eighty percent of that consisted of alcohol.