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entrancelogs2015-02-12 07:12 pm
whele) wrote in entrancelogs2015-02-12 07:12 pm
hypocrisy is digging in (open)
Who: William Whele + anyone.
Where: Bar, Stairwell, hallways.
When: Month of February.
Rating: pg- 13 warning for alcohol consumption to forget problems.
Summary: William decides that drinking is going to be the cure to all his depressing thoughts.
The Story:
[It starts almost innocently enough in a way. Wonderland is no longer being kind to the principate of Vega, or ex-principate as the young man now labels himself in his head. He hasn't been principate of anything for almost half a year and he's pretty sure the title doesn't count by this point. Things had been as okay as they could get for a while, but now it's all upside down. The love of William's life has been brought to Wonderland and everything has become awkward and, for him, upsetting. Back home they'd been the best of friends and betrothed through necessity. William loves Claire and knows full well that she doesn't love him, and that was okay. They'd even managed to get married, and when he'd found out she was pregnant with the Chosen One's child he had struggled to get past that and offer to bring said child up as his own.
It just so happened in the same exact moment, Claire found out that William was the lead black acolyte, and needless to say their marriage and friendship had ended in that instant. And now Claire was in Wonderland with the Chosen One, and from a point where she knew what William was. If there was such a thing as torture, this was it. Suddenly the young man is fed up with Wonderland and everything it supposedly has to offer, finding it tedious and wanting nothing more than to go home. He may be exiled to roam outside of Vega, but he'll take it. William not only misses home but his father too in some weird way. William will take that jerk over most people in Wonderland any day.
And so William finds himself in the bar more often than not, sitting there in a silent and drunken daze as he waits to go home. Gabriel could talk the talk, had managed to talk William into accepting Claire wouldn't give him the time of day enough to take his wedding ring off, but it didn't mean it wasn't going to hurt. The alcohol had originally been intended to help sleep at night, lying down to settle merely meant his brain kicked into overdrive to remind William on how differently he could have handled things. And as such it's started to spiral out of control, William finding it easier to be drunk and not have to dwell on things than actually get over them. He knows that drinking to soothe problems is wrong, but at the end of the day the young man has spent a lifetime watching his own father drink and David Whele has done well for himself regardless. The alcohol dulls his ability to thought and William is just fine with that, able to ignore the hurt and sinking feeling in his stomach that seems to haunt him.
Anyone who approaches William at the bar will find him idly turning an empty glass in his hands, or staggering out in a drunken quest to find his room on the tenth floor. Considering the amount of stairs he could be bumped into in the stairwell where he's sat down to rest his eyes for a second on some steps. Or perhaps he's wandered onto the wrong floor and is in the hallway wondering which way his room is.
[ooc: feel free to bump into william in the bar or in the hallways/stairs. he'll be drinking in the bar every day for a good while so this log is open for the month.]
Where: Bar, Stairwell, hallways.
When: Month of February.
Rating: pg- 13 warning for alcohol consumption to forget problems.
Summary: William decides that drinking is going to be the cure to all his depressing thoughts.
The Story:
[It starts almost innocently enough in a way. Wonderland is no longer being kind to the principate of Vega, or ex-principate as the young man now labels himself in his head. He hasn't been principate of anything for almost half a year and he's pretty sure the title doesn't count by this point. Things had been as okay as they could get for a while, but now it's all upside down. The love of William's life has been brought to Wonderland and everything has become awkward and, for him, upsetting. Back home they'd been the best of friends and betrothed through necessity. William loves Claire and knows full well that she doesn't love him, and that was okay. They'd even managed to get married, and when he'd found out she was pregnant with the Chosen One's child he had struggled to get past that and offer to bring said child up as his own.
It just so happened in the same exact moment, Claire found out that William was the lead black acolyte, and needless to say their marriage and friendship had ended in that instant. And now Claire was in Wonderland with the Chosen One, and from a point where she knew what William was. If there was such a thing as torture, this was it. Suddenly the young man is fed up with Wonderland and everything it supposedly has to offer, finding it tedious and wanting nothing more than to go home. He may be exiled to roam outside of Vega, but he'll take it. William not only misses home but his father too in some weird way. William will take that jerk over most people in Wonderland any day.
And so William finds himself in the bar more often than not, sitting there in a silent and drunken daze as he waits to go home. Gabriel could talk the talk, had managed to talk William into accepting Claire wouldn't give him the time of day enough to take his wedding ring off, but it didn't mean it wasn't going to hurt. The alcohol had originally been intended to help sleep at night, lying down to settle merely meant his brain kicked into overdrive to remind William on how differently he could have handled things. And as such it's started to spiral out of control, William finding it easier to be drunk and not have to dwell on things than actually get over them. He knows that drinking to soothe problems is wrong, but at the end of the day the young man has spent a lifetime watching his own father drink and David Whele has done well for himself regardless. The alcohol dulls his ability to thought and William is just fine with that, able to ignore the hurt and sinking feeling in his stomach that seems to haunt him.
Anyone who approaches William at the bar will find him idly turning an empty glass in his hands, or staggering out in a drunken quest to find his room on the tenth floor. Considering the amount of stairs he could be bumped into in the stairwell where he's sat down to rest his eyes for a second on some steps. Or perhaps he's wandered onto the wrong floor and is in the hallway wondering which way his room is.
[ooc: feel free to bump into william in the bar or in the hallways/stairs. he'll be drinking in the bar every day for a good while so this log is open for the month.]
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If he did I wouldn't be standing here talking to you. [It's not exactly a lie....At least William can just seize on the next part of conversation without too much issue, giving a slow nod at something. Teleporting, right? Transporting?]
Alright. And then tomorrow I can ask your Michael to go through the bible with me. [William gives a small smile. Oddly enough, Michael doesn't seem too inclined to crush the acolyte under his foot.] I want to see which ones are real and which are ....[A pause. There's definitely a word for it.] ... metaphors.
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William could still be standing here regardless of what Lucifer did to him, seeing how death is impermanent here, but Castiel doesn't point it out. William appears to be eager to get away from that subject, so he'll let it drop for now.]
You won't find any mention of me in the Bible. [Castiel shrugs his shoulders.] Not all of us were recorded down in scripture. [The idea of Michael sitting down with some human and giving them a Bible lesson seemed downright bizarre, but better he was doing that then trying to obliterate them all.
He takes a step closer.] What's your exact room number?
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William is of the opinion that saying nothing will help him more than discussing it, opting to just keep his head down and stay well out of Lucifer's way. And so far it's working, though apparently that archangel isn't one for visiting bars. Castiel's comment about the bible is enough of a thing to catch William's full attention again. Angels that weren't listed in the bible? He has to wonder just how many, and Castiel will be able to see there's mild interest and curiosity there. What other things weren't written down by man?]
Oh uh. [William worries his lower lip for a moment as he double checks to make sure he gets the right number. Otherwise it could end awkwardly.] 532 is the Michael from my world... 536 is the Gabriel from my world. 533 is my ex-wife's, so mine is 534.
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He listens carefully as William lists off a few different room numbers. It's useful information, to know where some of the other angels are situated. Then again, if they're anything like Castiel, they don't actually use their rooms very often. The mention of an ex-wife is interesting, too. A failed marriage among a man of the clergy is hardly rare, but it does imply certain things.]
534. [He nods.] Brace yourself, this is going to be disorienting. [Without much more warning than that, he steps forward and clamps his hand down on William's shoulder. A split second later, they're on the tenth floor -- which might not be immediately obvious, as the hallways look more or less the same. Nonetheless, Castiel nods to William's door.] We're here.