Hours had passed. Soon, soon he would have to be there.. But<a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=6&amp;t=42284&amp;p=293357#p293357">Wesley</a>was still pacing back and forth through his room. Several times had he  picked up the phone, even entering the right number, but eventually putting it down again. He knew he should go. He needed the job. But ah.. Why did it have to be today? Just now, there was some kind of event going on, forcing him through go through a crowd before he could start his way to the animal shelter. He wanted to reschedule it all, but he knew too that he was just trying to run away from it all. Gently he picked up his Siamese cat, it was one of his three cats, and this one in particular, had marvellous blue eyes. He held her against his chest, where she automatically stretched her paws over his shoulders. He felt the nails gently gripping his skin. With a small worried smile he looked at his cat, gently stroking over her crème white and brown fur. The cat closed her eyes contently, enjoying the attention she got. With her in his arms, he wandered further, checking the clock again. He still doubted whether to call if off, but it would be too late now, wouldn't it?<br/><br/>With a soft sigh he set down his Siamese cat again, which then ran off to her bowl of food. Wesley let his hand slide through his hair.<span style="font-style: italic">'Oh shoot... I  have to get ready..'</span>he thought to himself. Chaotically he began preparing. He had postponed it all, whilst he could have prepared calmly. Though each time he had a meeting out of the ordinary, this was his routine. Worrying and doubting for hours,  then having to rush in the last moments.<br/><br/>A quick dash in the shower, one look in the mirror, two short sprays of deodorant and some clothes on. Nothing fancy, just the ordinary jeans with a t-shirt. Over that, he put his black jacket. Then he hurried into the room again, grabbing his shoulder bag from the sofa. His apartment was very clean and tidy, except for the place in the living room where he had  been pacing up and down the last hours. The table there was full of small papers and items, displaying the chaos in his mind in full bloom. As fast as he could he was filling his bag, quickly putting the necessary things in it like his phone and his wallet. And of course, now he could use it the least, two cats of his were chasing eachother through the room, making quick walking almost deadly as they'd simply sped on, not caring for a walking human.<br/><br/>Grumbling some unhappy words to his cats, which had almost made him trip and fall over, he exited his apartment and shut the door. He ran further, trying not to think about it all. Trying not to realize he was about to enter a crowd, trying not to think about the new people he would see at the shelter. He attempted to keep his focus on going to see and help the animals there. Meanwhile, he took out some chewing gum and started chewing it rather enthusiastically, as his desire for a cigarette was increasing. He just wanted to get rid of these nerves, but he knew, taking one would only make it even more difficult to quit. It would put him back at square one, eventhough he hadn't been smoking now for half a week.<br/><br/>After taking the staircases down, he got his silver bike from the storage and then headed out. Though it felt like an eternity to get through the crowd  outside and then head on to the animal shelter Crashes Landing, it only took him half an hour. He set his bike against the wall, locking it. He took far too long locking it, as he was postponing actually<span style="font-style: italic">entering</span>the animal shelter, which would require him to interact with others. Probably first at the reception, and then someone to show him around, and probably then meeting everyone who is working right now.. Oh shoot...  This already felt like a torture. But he forced himself straight,checked his watch and went onwards to the entrance. This was only one of the few no-kill animal shelters near him and actually the only one he could reach with his bike. This was also the only one which had been recommended to him, and the only one he would actually take his pets to, if something were to happen to them and if he couldn't help them.<br/><br/>Without realizing it, his face looked very stern as he entered the building. He walked straight to the reception, waiting for a moment until he got the attention, to then declare  "Wesley Tucker, am to meet here in five minutes.".  In his mind he scolded himself already, for introducing himself in such a way.