Wes) "He hurt her. He fuckin-" I growl, angry and frustrated. "Some random fucking guy at a bar fucking hurt her worse than I think she's ever been hurt." I crack my knuckles "Looks like Lucky and I have some ass to kick.
Open rp with Wes) I was walking on your turf at night coming back from just collecting information when I see you leaning against a wall. I pay little attention to you and keep walking when you tap on my shoulder and say.
jack:: he walks around the halls, alone. his face is tear-streaked and he hasn't eaten - or slept - in days. the bags under his eyes are massive and his hair is a mess, he smells slightly like cigarette smoke.
