The first wave of characters to be expelled from digital medium included: Brian Jackson (Starter for Ten), Wesley Gibson (Wanted), Joe MacBeth (Shakespeare Retold) and Mr Tumnus (The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe).
Wesley Gibson
The t-shirt was a good fit and Eliphia reckoned it brought out her eyes. She'd been extremely looking forward to this day, its feeling of community. Also, James in Wanted was more delicious than her dinner! Wesley had just finished blowing Sloan's brains out and enquiring what the f*** she'd done lately - sexy from no other mouth - and Eliphia had just finished her dinner. She contemplated watching it again but instead made to switch to Atonement, for she fancied a little intellectual James for a while. Robbie was such a brilliant person that even James admitted he was perfect. That means a LOT.
James McAvoy is a perfect specimen of human - in Eliphia's opinion of course - but also in the minds of many others he was fantastic, marvellous, exciting, brilliant, adorable. He was James. The words 'James McAvoy' are synonymous with all listed adjectives. Eliphia would have given a great deal to ... well, maybe I shouldn't divulge what goes on inside a McAvoyer's mind. She liked to imagine that the shirt she was at that moment wearing had been the exact one seen at SDCC. That'd have been cool.
Wesley Gibson was exhausted. His mind was raw from the events of the past few weeks and he'd have loved nothing more than to crawl into a cubby-hole somewhere and hibernate. But this was not to be. He was hurled through a grey blackness that ended with a bright speck, which grew and grew into an eye. A lovely eye, but Wesley would much rather have been less than an inch from whoever belonged to it. He fell backwards slightly.
"Wesley," he muttered.
"Eliphia," she replied.
Wesley Gibson
The t-shirt was a good fit and Eliphia reckoned it brought out her eyes. She'd been extremely looking forward to this day, its feeling of community. Also, James in Wanted was more delicious than her dinner! Wesley had just finished blowing Sloan's brains out and enquiring what the f*** she'd done lately - sexy from no other mouth - and Eliphia had just finished her dinner. She contemplated watching it again but instead made to switch to Atonement, for she fancied a little intellectual James for a while. Robbie was such a brilliant person that even James admitted he was perfect. That means a LOT.
James McAvoy is a perfect specimen of human - in Eliphia's opinion of course - but also in the minds of many others he was fantastic, marvellous, exciting, brilliant, adorable. He was James. The words 'James McAvoy' are synonymous with all listed adjectives. Eliphia would have given a great deal to ... well, maybe I shouldn't divulge what goes on inside a McAvoyer's mind. She liked to imagine that the shirt she was at that moment wearing had been the exact one seen at SDCC. That'd have been cool.
Wesley Gibson was exhausted. His mind was raw from the events of the past few weeks and he'd have loved nothing more than to crawl into a cubby-hole somewhere and hibernate. But this was not to be. He was hurled through a grey blackness that ended with a bright speck, which grew and grew into an eye. A lovely eye, but Wesley would much rather have been less than an inch from whoever belonged to it. He fell backwards slightly.
"Wesley," he muttered.
"Eliphia," she replied.
