The Picture Meme

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The Picture Meme

A picture is worth a thousand words. They've inspired stories, conversations, and so much more. 

1. Post your character name and preferences. 
2. Reply to others comments with images.
3. Reply to any images sent to you with a starter based off of what you're given.
4. Have fun!

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Re: wesley wyndam pryce | angel the series

[fredless]

[formerlyheadboy]

Wesley was often found in that room, his nose in some ancient text or another. It was what he did, what he was best at - hitting the books when some new demon showed up or wrecked havoc on the team. He was fairly certain Angel and the others didn't realize just how many demons actually existed, and therefore, how difficult it could be to discern the name and abilities of a new one. That was really why they needed him, though he had become rather skilled with a weapon. He was a far cry from his younger self, when he had tried unsuccessfully to be Faith's watcher. But he had settled more comfortably into his niche now, and the others respected his knowledge... more or less.

Fred, at least, seemed to understand him, and she had become very helpful when working with him. Two people could scour more books than one, after all. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy her company. He'd even glance up at her from time to time to see her hunched over a book, her attention completely focused on the words in front of her. She was brilliant, and he loved that about her too. But tonight, he was starting to grow tired. Though he'd had more than one, his current cup of tea, half-empty, had cooled. The current demon in question wasn't so dangerous as it was annoying to the team, and it wasn't like he'd had anything better to do that night, anyway. But it's become clear the current book he's been reading doesn't have anything of any real relevance. Sighing, he closed the book, then ran his hands over his face, and through his hair. The place was a mess, books stacked haphazardly everywhere, and though they'd been in some kind of order once, many books were out of their place now.

"Any luck yet?" he finally spoke up, his voice a little low and hoarse from lack of use, but hoping to jar Fred from her reading, anyway.

How The Hyperion got a demonic library...

[ambitious_woman]

As best Fred could tell the room had started out it's like as some sort of over-sized panty for the industrial kitchen that sat just across the hall. But the cans of food and stacks of dry pasta has long since been used up or thrown away, leaving sturdy shelves behind just waiting to be filled with books. And to her thinking, it seemed downright hospitable not to oblige.

It started out just with overflow, a place to set books aside after they filled their current purpose. But the nature of their jobs meant they inevitably needed to be revisited, and so to the room they went. At some point the number of books so outweighed arms to carry them in they stopped taking them back to the lobby and just ...stayed.

The others were known to make the occasional appearance, and Cordy and her visions certainly had plenty to advise. But more often than not after the dust settled (and there was almost always dust) the night ended with her and Wesley and a few dozen books beside.

His voice pulled her out of a particularly unhelpful chapter, and out of habit Fred reached for her thermos of coffee. It was either that, or yawn.

"...not so much as a single syllable word. And here I was being optimistic thinking we might have two words by now."

Totally! I think you might have accidentally tagged with the wrong journal, btw!

[formerlyheadboy]

To be honest, Wesley felt at home, surrounded by books. He could probably do with a big more organization, but this was how he often was when in the throes of demon-hunting. It was a throwback to his Watcher days at the council, and then in Sunnydale. Though fortunately he had lost much of the prissy, holier-than-thou attitude, he could still be a little awkward at times.

That was easy when he was around Fred, the brilliant, pretty scientist. She wasn't the muscle in the group, but her brains more than made up for it. Having her around, going at the books with him was... well, nice.

He smirked at her words, raising his brow. "Perhaps there wouldn't be any shame in calling it a night. While this wouldn't be the first time I've fallen asleep here, I wouldn't wish that for you." Wesley smiled lightly at her, closing the book he had been skimming. He sighed, shaking his head but mostly teasing. "And we're usually quite good at this. Hope we're not just off our game tonight."

Oh dear :/ The other girl...

[fredless]

"...I've had worse."

She's just enough removed from her time in Pylea that it can work itself into conversation with normal words and phrases and not some scribblings on her wall. And it's the truth. After the three some years she spent holed up in her cave after escaping her...captors? Fred's more than ok with falling asleep on a makeshift desk surrounded by books. At the very least she won't be walking up at every noise.

Wesley's there. And he makes her feel...safe.

"And I don't mind. We can keep going." She seems to have other thought. "...or we can reconvene in the kitchen and I can see about whipping up some breakfast. You know, the kind you have when you've skipped dinner."