The search for the M.I.A. cousin...
Offering to come to L.A. to find out where my cousin had disappeared to was kind of a two-fold, mostly selfish thing. I mean, yes, I was worried about Cordy and why she's basically dropped off the face of the earth. But I wanted to get out from under my parents' critical looks constantly (I get it, I dropped out of Berkley. They're pissed and think I'm throwing my life away... but let's face it, I'm never going to be what they want me to be), and L.A. seemed to be working for her. I mean, as far as I knew she was pretty happy even if she was just working as a receptionist or whatever at that P.I. place. And beside all that? I missed her. It felt like forever since we'd even spent the day together.
Technically I could have just called her friend Wesley and see if he knew how to find her from my bedroom in San Francisco. It definitely would have been cheaper, but I think that she deserves more than that. If she's really important we should show her that, right? Her parents don't seem to be quite subscribing to that idea. If they did they'd be the ones walking around Los Angeles trying to find the apartment of their daughter's friend, not me.
Right now I had the following plan:
I finally found the right apartment building and sweet talked the doorman into letting me inside, showing him the note with my contact info I'd made to slide under Wesley's door in the event that after all this he wasn't home, and headed for his floor. Ticking off the apartment numbers as I wandered down the hall, I double checked my scrap of paper before I knocked on the door, and prayed someone came to the door.
((open to Cordelia))
Technically I could have just called her friend Wesley and see if he knew how to find her from my bedroom in San Francisco. It definitely would have been cheaper, but I think that she deserves more than that. If she's really important we should show her that, right? Her parents don't seem to be quite subscribing to that idea. If they did they'd be the ones walking around Los Angeles trying to find the apartment of their daughter's friend, not me.
Right now I had the following plan:
- Find Wesley Wyndam-Pryce's Apartment
- Find out if he knows where Cordy is
- Track down Cordy
- Get a place to stay
- Convince someone to give me a job
I finally found the right apartment building and sweet talked the doorman into letting me inside, showing him the note with my contact info I'd made to slide under Wesley's door in the event that after all this he wasn't home, and headed for his floor. Ticking off the apartment numbers as I wandered down the hall, I double checked my scrap of paper before I knocked on the door, and prayed someone came to the door.
((open to Cordelia))