Well. It was done. No amount of wheedling, cajoling, pleading or dealing had been able to change his father's mind. Apparently his performance in last weekend's board meetings had been... less than stellar, and his father was taking that as his cue to more closely oversee Wes's education ( Read more... )

Wes is just settling in for a fun-filled evening of goofing off and playing video games (he really needed to practice so he could beat Marco next time the two of them faced off) when the phone rings ( Read more... )

"No, seriously, dude, the third Aura game is totally better than the first two," Wes argues as he and Marco make their way down the hallway, both teenagers laden down with sugary snacks- aka necessary supplies for a night of gaming.

[ooc: for le roomie!

ETA: Yes, morpherboy and I are insane and the roomies are now vending machines while we are off at ( Read more... )

Feeling exhausted and yet strangely exhilarated by the whole fighting thing, Wes makes his way back to the dorms and his room ( Read more... )

It's not that Wes had been oblivious to the events of the weekend. It's just that... well. Tiny little animals and people randomly turning in to ponies was one thing. A hostile takeover by the god of the dead was, quite frankly, in a whole other really scary league. Especially from the point of view of someone who'd led a pretty sheltered life up ( Read more... )

"I don't understand," Wes says, a slight whine creeping in to his tone. "I've never had to go to summer camp before. And why a new school? The old school was *fine*." Boring, but fine ( Read more... )

Hey, you've reached Wes Collins. I'm not here, so leave a message.