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Post by wesley on Sept 28, 2011 22:13:50 GMT 10
 It was about time Wesley found some other things in Capeside. So, right after lunch, he set off to exploring. Only problem was, two hours later, he was lost. That, and he hadn’t even found a bar. Things were not going his way. But, at least it had been a first for him… though, not necessarily a good first experience. Regardless, finding his way back had been written off as an impossibility without some help, and he hadn’t yet been reduced to such a low that he was going to stop a random stranger to get directions. Eventually, perhaps, when he was tired, hungry, and sore enough, he’d be forced to do it… but not quite yet. No, he was quite content to wander about the new location for at least another hour or two before the complaints would start. By then, no doubt, he’d be sufficiently cranky and even more lost; then, however he asked for directions would think him the most pleasant person in town. There was no doubt about it.
Rather than thrust that situation on someone, Wesley instead made a resolve to logically approach the problem at hand. Seeing as log had always been a present thing in his life, it seemed smart. (It takes a lot of logical thought to sit on top of a bull, knowing it’s going to try to get you off in whatever ways possible.) But this plan made sense: head towards the ocean and he’d be able to find his aunt’s house. Now, the trick was finding his way to the ocean. With a body of water that big, you’d expect it to be easy to find. Apparently not, when you’re a land loving Texan that isn’t all too familiar with oceans. If logic was really on his side, he’d simply start heading East. But that did not occur to him as quickly as it should’ve, considering the location of things on a larger map, so he instead picked a direction and started walking again. If anyone was watching him, they probably thought he was crazy, since he was likely going in circles and hadn’t even realized it.
Shortly after he restarted his journey, he ended up towards the main parts of town. Parts that actually had people in them. Which, he supposed, was helpful… if he was going to ask for directions. He wasn’t yet positive on that point, yet. Sliding his hands into his pockets slowly, he glanced around. The town seemed surprisingly empty. Or, perhaps, it was surprisingly full. It wasn’t really like he had something to base it off of. But, being used to some bigger cities now and then with his traveling, it seemed small. One thing that wasn’t small, however, was the ocean. And he was still not having much luck in finding it. You would think there would be a sign or something. Pausing, Wesley narrowed his eyes and looked around. The irritation was starting to show on his face as he muttered something lightly under his breath. Just as he started to turn and go again, he hadn’t thought to look away from where he was glaring across the street and managed to run right into someone’s shoulder. A hit which could probably be likened to that of a steamroller not caring what was in it’s way.
Stopping quickly, he turned towards the guy and let out the instinctual apology that comes from barreling into someone without meaning too. If he had meant too, the guy would probably be on the ground. “Damn, I’m sorry, sir.” Reflex also added a bit of a tip to his head and his fingers lightly touching the tip of his hat. “Didn’t see you there… Too busy looking for an ocean.” His voice faded, just slightly, his tone shifting more so to the irritated level it had been at before. Doing his best not to grit his teeth in front of the stranger, he took a big breath and did the unthinkable. “Have you seen one of them around here?”
He asked for directions.
(Crappy post. my bad. <3)
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