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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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Right, so she's flexible....And for once the acolyte is just not going to ask. Even inebriated he knows when he's come across someone who could probably tie him into a pretzel shape and leave him there. Still, he has to at least explain his own stance, that's only fair since it seems his comment struck some kind of nerve.]
I'm married. So I'm not meant to look at other women no matter how good they might be. [William knows he's a hypocrite, but right now Mystique doesn't even know about his ex-wife who wanted him executed for betraying the city. And she doesn't need to when the excuse is perfect enough to get him out of the shitty hole he's dug himself into.]
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Are you trying to discourage me, William? Tsk tsk. [ Her eyes slide to his door then back to him. Ha! He just keeps getting more and more entertaining! ] Oh, I see. Am I keeping you from your blushing bride?
[ Instead of relenting, her foot creeps a bit higher, getting closer to his throat. ] She so boring that you have to drown yourself in liquor? I'm a lot more fun, you know.
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You can't drag me into talking about her. She's not boring, she's just not here. [There's a smile that isn't quite reaching his eyes. Like Hell is he going to drop Claire into this mess regardless of if they are or aren't getting along.] And more fun? I'm not falling for that.
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But, if anything, well. [ Another nonchalant shrug. ] You've just proven how boring she is if she's not even worth mentioning. Wouldn't be surprised if that's the reason for your current inebriated state.
[ Mystique gives a dramatic sigh, her eyelashes batting innocently as she looks away. ] Some relationship you must be in if you're not taking every opportunity you can to be disgustingly sweet and proclaim your everlasting love. So yes, I think I'll go with boring.
[ Come on, little fishy. Take the bait. Because she'd just love to hear about this mystery woman that probably exists only in his imagination. ]
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And the mention of his (ex)wife being boring gets a brief scowl. The day Claire was boring was the day the sun went out forever.]
She's not boring, she's the most beautiful woman in the world. [Even William grimaces at himself, all too easily hearing the drunken tone in his voice. Nope, he's not going to be that kind of drunk, and the young man takes a breath and squares his shoulders, hand moving to now bat once at the offending foot.]
You care too much about my wife. Your jealousy is showing, you know. Don't worry, happens to the best of us.
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[ Her foot shifts to his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Then it gives one of his cheeks a pat that's a little harder than necessary. A light slap, basically. So cute!
Figuring he's had enough, she puts her foot back where it belongs on the floor. And then she laughs. It's genuine, too. She didn't know he was aiming for a career in comedy! ]
Yes, I am so jealous of this woman I don't know. Practically frothing at the mouth. If I ever get the honor of meeting her, I'll tell her so. Like this.
[ She changes her voice to a high-pitched, grating mess. ] Oh, William's wife, you are so much better than me! I wish you were dead so I could have him to myself! How will I ever go on, knowing William isn't mine?
[ With a dramatic sigh, she holds her chest and fakes a sob. Aaand curtain! Don't hold your applause, now. ]