Breaking out
Woke up this morning like any other morning. Got in my fugly jumpsuit, had a crappy breakfast in the mess hall, did some manual labor and got attacked by a psycho bitch, yadda yadda. Hearin' I had a visitor kinda took me by surprise, though. Seeing Wesley sittin' outside? The last thing I would've expected, and, even though I had the urge to turn around and walk away, I didn't. I couldn't...not after all the shit I put him through. 'Sides, I was curious what he wanted. (He looked good too. He'd ditched the glasses and grown facial hair. Guess I missed a lot being locked up. I'd get the backstory on that later.)
I sat and listened to Wes give me his big spiel, but it wasn't until he said the word "Angelus" that I broke through the glass. I grabbed Wes, knocked out several guards, and we jumped outta a window, landin' on a car to break our fall. For a second there I was worried he'd fucked up his back, but he rolled onto the pavement like it was nothin'. He did wince a little in pain, but I let it slide. We had to book, yo.
"Which one's yours?" I asked while scannin' the parking lot.
(open to _wes_pryce_)