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Her stare made Wes raise an eyebrow but he wasn't the type to back down from a staring contest. He added a little smirk before she handed him the earpiece. As she spoke, he shrugged as he vaguely remembered who she was talking about.
He listened to the song and scooted closer to her, only slightly distracted when she started wringing her clothes.
Wes wasn't that big a fan of the music being produced now but every once in a while, his baby sister would get him hooked on something new and apparently this girl was doing the same thing for him. The song was pretty good.
"Mm. Very nice." He nodded and returned the ear piece to her. "I'm Wes by the way. And I'm staying here. The cold is nice."
Wes looked at her when she responded to his quip and he narrowed his eyes with a vague hand gesticulation that seemed to be the non-verbal "Agree to disagree".
He tried not to let his eyes waver anywhere lower than her neck as she sat up. Her question made him shrug. "Not really. I just like making conversations in the rain. If you had turned out to be a dead still thing, I would have poured my heart out to you about the fucked day I've had."
He then gestured to her headphones. "What were you listening to?"
Chuckling at his baby sister's expression, Wes reached a hand out and ruffled her hair. "Now, now don't pout." He said. "I just don't need to be spendin' more than I do when you're around."
And it wasn't even entirely her fault. She just had a way with him. It had been that way since they were kids. She had just been a ray of sunshine for him and he had solemnly vowed to always protect her. It had been an odd thing to do at a tender age of five but that was what he had done.
Now that she was grown, a part of him still wanted to protect her but she would sooner beat him up for it. But her spell on him hadn't worn off despite that. It was annoying being so susceptible to her puppy dog eyes. "Come on, we need to get to the vet. Hop on, ya little rascals."
Her answer had him chuckling as he finally sat down properly, leaning against a skylight wall with one leg up bent at the knee while the other lay on the wet concrete. He'd met a few weirdos on campus but while she was definitely one, she seemed less odd than the rest. There was something about her that Wes couldn't quite point to what made her less unlikeable.
"Oh yeah? I hadn't noticed." He responded with a smirk before shrugging. "Came up to smoke." He added after a short while. "Stayed for the rain though."
He nodded at her and asked the same question. "You look like you could be blown off by a gust of wind."
It wasn't until she sat up that Wes actually looked at her. He'd seen his fair share of beautiful women; his family was already chock full of them, but he had never seen one quite like this. He could only thank whoever was listening that Prue wasn't with him right then. Who knows what aura she would have seen coming off of him then.
As much as she was staring at him, he was obviously staring at her and he only moved when she opened her mouth.
"Again?" He responded with a small smirk. "You make a habit looking like a corpse on roofs, love?"
A vice Wes seemed to have a bad time of breaking was smoking. He hated the habit but it was a little hard to kick. Especially when his emotions were heightened. A kid had gotten severely injured on his watch, there was nothing anyone could do but it still made Wes feel guilty as shit for letting it happen.
He went up the roof he thought nobody came up to to light up but the moment he struck his lighter, rain poured down and the Brit sighed. He pocketed his lighter and cigarette and tipped his head back, letting the rain fall on his face.
He pointed to the sky with a knowing smirk as he turned to leave but in the corner of his eyes, he saw feet and with a raised eyebrow, he walked over to inspect. What he found had him squinting. She seemed to be perfectly still so he walked closer and squatted down, tapping her knee with two fingers, hoping she would move.
He could see how emotional his baby sister was quickly getting so he sped up the process of adoption, bringing Prue out to the front so the volunteer can get the dogs ready.
Wes couldn't help but smile when she gripped his hand, her words echoing his thoughts. He had read that older dogs tend to be less high maintenance than younger dogs so King and Queenie might not be the hassle he had been worried about.
Once he paid for the dogs, the volunteer brought them both out and the smaller of the two went straight for Wes while the other sniffed them both cautiously.
Wes got down on his knees and scratched the dogs behind their ears as the volunteer explained who was who and whatever they needed to do to break the dogs in. The dogs were both toilet trained and preferred sleeping outdoors, which was a good thing since Wes had a spacious balcony they could run around in.
Even without saying anything, it was obvious Wes was already in love with both the dogs as he let them lick his face. "Alright, let's get you guys home." He thanked the volunteer for her help and accepted all the things she had to give him for the dogs, making sure he remembered to bring them to the vet to get necessary checkups and out they went to his car.
He turned to look at his baby sister, handing one leash to her before leashing King and tugging him out. "I'm never going shopping with you." He teased Prue.
Wes rolled his eyes at his baby sister and sighed dramatically. "Fine. Two it is." He grumbled before pulling her towards the one he found first. The German Shepherd stood to attention again, this time moving closer to the entrance of his cage, sniffing curiously.
Wes bent down on one knee and smiled at the dog. "You ready to blow this joint, buddy?" He looked up at Prue and signalled to the volunteer who grabbed a clipboard and bounded over to the siblings.
"Hiyuh!" She greeted them as she explained the process of adopting and asked whether they were going to get another one. The German Shepherd who answered to the name King was brought in with his sister Queenie and the volunteer asked whether they would be willing to bring her in as well.
The elder Archer sibling looked up at Prue with a raised eyebrow, silently asking if that was okay.
After finishing their rounds, Prue's question had him raising an eyebrow at her. He knew she was expecting him to say five because that was what she wanted but he didn't know whether he could handle them. But at the same time, the idea of coming home to five happy dogs greeting him with licks was actually pretty endearing.
"Are you going to take care of them when I'm not around?" he asked, already knowing he was going to relent to his baby sister.
Wes groaned playfully at her threat because he knew he was definitely going to succumb to her anyway. And as he predicted, his baby sister did take over and he was glad he didn't have that pressure on him.
He really was going to have to go home with three dogs, he was sure of it.
"Yeah, whatever you say Prue." He nodded as they walked through the wings. As he looked into all the cages, his heart went out to all of them. The descriptions on the little cards made him smile until he saw a German Shepherd who stood at attention when he walked past. He bent down and read the description. He was five years old and was abandoned as a puppy. He had a mild temperament but very specific quirks.
He stood back up and continued walking down the path. "I'll come back buddy." Wes said quietly as he followed Prue.
Snorting at his baby sister's cutesy response, Wes rolled his eyes and turned to her. "You're lucky nobody else is around to hear you say things like that, Prudence."
Wes couldn't see his own aura, but he felt warm when Prue pecked him on the cheek. He closed the door and walked around to get on his side, strapping himself in and starting the car. The radio was on the second he started the car and he grimaced at her choice.
It was no better than what he was aiming for but he let her do what she wanted as he eased the car down the road. As predicted, Prue was already trying to convince him to get more than one. Her reasoning, though valid, made him roll his eyes.
He had actually considered that before but he wasn't sure if he could afford to have two. And the idea of cleaning up after one was already weighing down on his mind, having two to clean up after was going to be hectic. But he did want one. Living alone without anyone to come home to became tiresome after awhile. He could move back in with his parents, they sure talk about that a lot, but they were about to have a new person to welcome soon and he didn't want his mother to fuss over him as well as the baby, which was something she was sure to do.
Having a dog was the right decision. Having two...well he'd have to think about it.
He looked over to her briefly with a raised eyebrow. "You're not going to make me do anything with those eyes. They're not going to work." He said with a grin.
They bickered playfully throughout the ride until they arrived at the shelter. He parked the car and walked up to the registration counter, fully expecting Prue to take over.
Wes couldn't help laughing when she poked at his face. He had been growing a scruff, something he hadn't intended to but because nobody stopped him, he let it happen. Well, even if someone were to stop him, he would have let it grow anyway. It was just the Wes Archer way.
As she spoke, Wes listened with a ghost of a smile apparent on his face. The girl was looney tunes but he loved her so much. She can talk about vibe all she wanted. Hell she could talk about anything and he'd listen. She knew how he felt anyway.
"Oh ho, kitty got claws this morning, eh?" He chuckled and gave her a light rap on top of her head. "I look good with the scruff no? Now I look like a hobo like you."
They got to his car and he opened the door for her. Smart ass as he was, he was still the courteous little boy his parents raised him to be.
Wes may have immediately regretted asking for his baby sister's help to get a dog from the shelter. The girl was like a puppy herself. Too excitable, too jumpy, too hopped up on the drug that she called life. Wes loved her to bits, that much was certain, but dealing with her around animals was just a tad too much.
He was going to predict that she would cry at least five times in the course of their day together. He was also predicting that she would want him to bring back a minimum of three dogs. He'd almost never been wrong with his predictions when it came to his Prue. He always hoped she'd prove him wrong but she was predictable.
He deliberately dragged himself around when he heard her at his apartment door, a smile creeping on his face. Grabbing his keys and wallet, he stood by the door for about thirty seconds before opening the door and grinning down at Prue. "Surprise, surprise, you look like a hobo. But a cute one, don't worry." He reached out to pinch her cheek before locking up and slinging an arm around her shoulder, guiding her down the stairs and to his car.
"So, what are you thinking...a retiree with a penchant for soft tennis balls? A middle aged veteran that loves belly rubs? Or baby doggos who can't howl yet?"
AGE: 26 GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Pansexual POSITION: Bellefonte Trainer
♦ THE ABILITY ♦
POWER: Terrakinesis Wes has the ability to manipulate earth and it’s elements. He is able to shape minerals derived from earth and use them as projectiles or shields. He also has the ability to easily burrow through earth for fifteen minutes before he loses energy.
LIMITATIONS: He can only manipulate existing earthen materials and not create them He has to be close to the element to manipulate it He can only manipulate what he can see, nothing beyond that He cannot create major earthquakes, just enough to crack the surface over a fifty yard radius He cannot grow trees overnight, just able to manipulate the soil to make it grow faster over time He cannot make barren lands fertile
SIDE-EFFECTS: He always smells earthy His hands are always dusty He’s prone to dry skin, rashes and irritation He needs more showers than normal, using special soaps and lotions Overusing his abilities causes head-splitting migraines that can knock him out cold If he’s indoors for too long, it will make him lose energy faster
♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
"Colin and Victoria Archer had always wanted a big family of their own. They married young and they tried immediately but fate just didn't grant them their wish. Two miscarriages and failed IVFs later, they decided they would open their homes to foster children. No sooner did they come up with that idea, however, Victoria found out that she was pregnant. Miraculously, she managed to reach full term and delivered a baby boy on a beautiful day in May and they named him Wesley.
He was the light of their lives and they cherished and adored him and for seven whole years, Colin and Victoria didn't think of bringing another person into their lives. Wesley was perfect.
And everything changed once Victoria announced that she was pregnant a few days after Wesley's sixth birthday. His life came crashing down from the pedestal he was rightfully put on-"
"Oh hush Wesley, you were elated when Prudence was born."
"Mum, you're ruining my bedtime story."
Victoria rolled her eyes as she adjusted herself on the hospital bed while her son spoke to her belly.
"As I was saying, the handsome and already brilliant Wesley's life was turned upside down-"
"Wesley..."
Wesley grinned and tapped on Victoria's belly. "You're going to have to learn the hard way that mum will never let you live your truth."
Victoria smacked Wesley up the head and laughed. "You're a horrible boy."
"I am a grown ass twenty-six year old who trains horrible boys...and girls on how to use their powers, Mother."
The matriarch of the Archer family rolled her eyes again but kept quiet.
"So Prudence was born three months before my seventh birthday so you can imagine how horribly neglected I was. But, me being the gracious young man that I was, I welcomed her with open arms. Don't tell her I said this to you but honestly, she was the best thing that ever happened to me.
"The moment she opened her eyes, I knew I would do anything to protect her. And I did. For the most part. She's a clumsy one, your big sister. I swear gravity was not her friend and she was like a tumble weed when she started walking. I asked mum whether we should give her a special helmet for it. My genius was never appreciated in this household. I never understood why.
"I did a pretty damn good job though, would you believe. I absolutely mastered changing diapers, feeding her, playing with her. She was like a little doll that I could manipulate. If mom pops another one when you grow bigger, I'll teach you how to do that. You're gonna be a chick magnet, my little guy. I just know it.
"So anyway, the best part of growing up was also having two living entertainment centers in mum and dad. You're going to find out soon enough but mum and dad...and me and Prue are all mutants. Mum can move water like Katara. Oh dude, it will be my greatest honour to introduce you to the best animation series in the entire world. So mum's Katara and dad's got some healing powers. I know, they're sickeningly perfect for each other." Wesley chuckled at Victoria who couldn't help but smile.
"I found out I also have powers. I was like...thirteen. I'm Toph, little dude. Mum and dad had set up a treasure hunt for us and had hidden clues all around the garden and of course, the treasure was buried. We were given toy shovels of course and I was impatient because they were really flimsy plastic shovels so I dug with my hands. They buried it really deep too. I think they just wanted us to spend the entire day out of their hair. They did that all the time."
Victoria smacked Wesley up the head again and raised an eyebrow. He gave her a shit eating grin and continued the story. "And would you know it, the minute I put my hand in the dirt, it actually moved out of the way to reveal the treasure box! I don't know who was more excited, me or mum and dad. And then this man came over two days later from this place called St. Bethany's and I was whisked away. I did pretty well there I think. There weren't many of the students there that had parents who were also mutants so I was somewhat of a commodity. There are a lot of things there that happened that I can't tell you because mum's here but I did pretty well. I graduated top of my class and I got a scholarship to a really good uni where I also did...well." He bit back the smirk as he recalled his partying days back in uni. His mother of course gave him a look which he ignored as he continued.
"And then there was this whole thing about mutants being exposed and dad got freaked out. Nobody actually knew we were mutants but dad just wanted to take precautions, you know? That's why we moved here. You're technically going to be an American, my dude. We've settled here so you're just going to have to be cool without the accent.
"That aside, when we all moved here, Prue was still in training so she went to Bellefonte. It's like St. Bethany's but a little lamer. You're gonna fit right in, mate. I then realised I needed a job and dad isn't about the handouts. You'll thank him later. So I decided to get a job in Prue's school and here we are now waiting impatiently for you to come out. Hurry up, mate. I can't wait to meet you."
♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME:Queen Heaux Nu AGE GROUP: Late twenties EXPERIENCE: Too long WHERE DID YOU FIND US? In the Great Void
