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Post by daniel on Jun 28, 2012 15:32:38 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size]  ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz looked away, his heart clenching around the hole that still remained from that whole mess. It would heal, but it had been a deep wound so it worked slowly. He had forgiven himself, mostly, and Willow had forgiven him. He ran his fingers through his hair uneasily then shrugged, letting it all go. There was no reason to get all bent out of shape. He just tried not to reflect on the memories. ”It was and I did.” he said at length.
”She was something special. I left to learn control so I could feel safe with her. When I returned she had moved on. I wasn't ready anyways, nearly lost it. That's life though right?” He shrugged it off and glanced her over. She really was quick. It was refreshing. Most people didn't stretch their minds enough. She was clearly keen and he enjoyed it. It was nice to be near one of his own kind. In a way it settled his spirit and left him feeling relaxed. There was something shared between them, unspoken, of the horror that lived within, of the pain they suffered ever full moon, of the constant fear you would kill someone. It was not an easy burden to bear. He hid it well, keeping his calm, cool exterior, but inside lurked a creature that would burn this city to the ground if he ever let go.
He held her hand for a moment. The wolf stilled, as if drowsy and he took a few slow breaths like that. The small pulse between them, a connection to their breed, a need to be close. A want to touch her forever. The idea startled him. He removed his hand blinking at the sensation, a bit confused and alarmed. It had been near the same with Varuka, but she had been beautiful and horrible. This feeling was peaceful and serene. He liked it better, but he feared the repercussions. A promise not to hurt him was hard to keep when she didn't know the careful line he walked.
His attempts to break the news about the slayer gently failed and he saw her panic rising. As if sensing the growing anxiety his own wolf began to stir and he opened his hands appeasing. ”Wait wait. No need to make plans. I am friends with her. Well we hung out in high school. Besides I don't think she will care. She used to date vampires. From the sound of it she still does.” He crinkled his nose. The experience with Angelus haunted his nightmares still. He held it together well, but Angelus was something he tried to avoid thinking about.
”I can explain the situation if you like and she will leave you alone. So long as you aren’t out causing mayhem she shouldn't load you full of silver. She's nice. A little intense. But nice.”
He waved his hands carefully trying to quiet her. Anything to settle her back to the calm girl from a moment ago. He wished he could go back to a time before he had to consider this sort of thing, everyone did. To a time when they didn't have to jump at every little sound hoping it wasn't a hunter about to put a bullet into their back, or a trapper wanting their pelt and teeth. A slayer was a a frightening prospect, stronger then either and destined to kill anything unnatural. ”You asked me to trust you. Here's me trusting you.” He patted his chest and looked right into her eyes, showing calm.
”Now this is me asking you to do the same.”
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Post by cara on Jun 28, 2012 18:28:08 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Seeing the way Oz seemed to have a handle on his emotions did different things inside of her. A part of her was in awe that he seemed to let things roll of his back so completely. She had always been an emotional person, though she reigned it in a lot more now than she had before she was bitten. Granted some of that could have been because she had simply grown up over the years but for the most part it was out of fear of ever getting too out of control and hurting someone because of the wolf inside of her. The other part of her was saddened for the man who in looks was only a few years older than her, but his eyes gave away how much he had truly seen.
Hearing that he had left so he could feel safe for her and then came back to find out she had moved on caused her heart to break for him. She couldn't imagine going through that. To leave and do something that was so close to being impossible, only to find out that the reason for doing so in the first place gave up on you? That had to be more than one person could bear, and yet he seemed to with as much grace as she had ever seen a person wear.
She wasn't sure what she was feeling as her hand was within his. Her wolf almost cooed in a way that she had never heard; only usually hearing the inner howling. The wolf inside of her seemed at peace for the first time since she could remember and that feeling caused her to feel the same way. Eyes locked on his for a few brief moments before he seemed to come to himself and break the connection, causing her to look down as a blush stained her pale cheeks. Taking a deep breath she waited until he blush faded from her cheeks a bit before looking back up, refusing to hide herself from him. She knew he was still weary of her and hiding what she was feeling wasn’t going to do any good…so instead she faced him again, feeling her neck pop as she looked up.
Seeing him open his hands to try and calm her she did her best to relax. She barely heard what he said about dating vampires, not really caring one way or another what the slayer did in her free time. This was not to be cold but she just figured best stay away from trouble if she could. "I don't want you to go to any trouble Oz. If it comes up in a normal conversation then feel free to mention a harmless...well....as harmless as any twenty year old girl can be..." She stated, throwing him a small wink to let him know she had calmed down a bit. "Who just happens to be a werewolf is around but takes great care to protect others from her." She told him, her heart finally slowing down.
Hearing him ask her to trust him she couldn't help but stare into his eyes as well. "I don't think I have a choice in the matter..." She whispered, not understanding why she was pulled to him and yet knowing she had nothing to say in the matter.
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Tag:: Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne
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Motorcycle:: Click here for Cara's Bike
Note:: <3
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Post by daniel on Jun 29, 2012 0:44:10 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz caught her blush and was glad he wasn't the only one who noticed the sensation. He might have blushed if he were a more sensitive man. It had been intimate in a way strangers should never be. The animals felt at peace and it had made him relax. Which in itself was good, but it turned strange the moment he broke it. Part of him wished he hadn't bothered to break the connection. The part of him with self restraint was glad he had. It was difficult to deny himself, but years of practice made it simpler.
He let his legs relax out before him, stopping his stretching there. He was feeling languid, as he always did after a long run. His whole body was tired in the best of ways. Muscle groups humans didn't dream of using to run ached softly and he reveled in the feeling. He was alive, and he had not killed anyone. That alone was almost worth a celebration.
He waved his hands once more before dropping them into his lap. ”Don't worry. I won't go telling the slayer unless she asks about wolves. Then I will let her know you are harmless and have a better cage then even me. Sound fair?” He asked calmly, watching the tension melt from her figure. Body language was far more important now then it had once been. After his shift he had started to take note more and more often. It was subconscious. Something he did naturally with no provoking. It helped to read the moods of the people he approached.
He regarded her with patience. Watching her with quiet intensity. He had always been laid back, but there was a certain something in him that drew others towards him. He had never had trouble at school, bullies didn't bother him. No one really thought of him as anything less then a decent fellow. It was a good air to present. Even now he seemed as calm as a lake on a windless day. Who could have guessed he housed a howling monster just below the surface. Once, when he had returned to Willow, he had managed to stop his shift on the full moon. He had shown her just how in control he was. When she told him she loved another, his heart broke. He had lost all the control he had been so careful to obtain and ended up in the Initiative. Those were days he did not want to think back to. He had lost the power to stop the shift during the moon there.
If it hadn't been for Buffy he would have died in their cages. Thankfully that didn't happen. It was just another memory he avoided thinking about. He had seen a lot of hardship in his short life. He decided it was time to change the subject. There was nothing more to really be said. They were now in a loop of trust that would lend them to better communication, hopefully.
”So... how do you feel about music?” He asked slyly. His eyes met hers and he flashed her a lopsided smile. It met her wink in coyness, without crossing any lines that would be considered un-masculine. It was a charming smile and he hadn't even realized he was doing it. ”I mean right now I don't have a band, but I play guitar. I was thinking about going and playing out on the beach. You could come listen if you like. I might invite a few friends, but don't expect many people. It's not that big a deal.”
He didn't know why he was inviting her, or why he had just spur of the moment decided to do this. Maybe he wanted an excuse to spend more time with her. Maybe he wanted to know if she would come at all. There was danger that sparked in the air. The threat of losing control loomed over him, but so far the wolf was still. He felt at peace, ready to relax over panic. It was a good feeling. Sure he cared about Willow, but being around her was hard. It hurt in ways he couldn't begin to explain. While he loved her still, she had broken his heart. He had done everything for her, and she had left him. Then again he had been gone quite a long time. He didn't blame her for moving on, but it left him a wounded man. He needed to let go though, he should have already.
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Post by cara on Jun 29, 2012 8:55:18 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She smiled softly and nodded her head, her blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight as she fully relaxed. Knowing that she needed to continue stretching she moved so that she was laying on her stomach and tilted up, hearing her back pop in several different places. She was not only stretching after her run but also after moving herself into her new apartment. Sure her parents had offered to make the drive down with her but she had insisted that she do everything alone. She wasn't sure why but she just felt...more adult she guessed? It was odd being that she was barely twenty but she had desperately needed to get away from her parents (whom she loved dearly) and she figured the sooner the better.
As much as she adored her parents they were truly suffocating the past few years after Masen went missing. They freaked out if they didn't hear from her every few hours (something she had told them many times would stop once she left home) and were always wanting to spend time with her. She understood it, but that didn't mean she liked it. Feeling her back pop once more she sat up, pulling her knees up and resting her chin on them, turning back to Oz with another soft blush. "Sorry, I had to move my furniture yesterday and I'm a wee bit sore." She stated, her last statement in a horrible fake Irish accent.
Oz mentioning music turned Cara's face into an almost literal ball of sunshine. Her eyes sparkled with intensity that few ever got to see and her smile was infectious, showing off her pearly white teeth. "Music is definitely my passion." She stated, grinning wider when she heard that he played the guitar. "As long as I'm not intruding, I'd love to come." She told him shyly, thinking about her own guitar which sat back at her parents’ house. She didn't play much, not being able to really practice after Masen had went missing. He had been the one who was teaching her so once he was gone she hadn't really ever gotten back into it. She did however sing, and quite well if she did say so herself. It wasn't something she usually mentioned to people that she didn't know, but for some reason she wanted to share that part of her with the man sitting in front of her.
"Name the time and place." She stated softly.
Word Count:: 433
Tag:: Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne
Outfit:: Click here for Cara's Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Cara's Bike
Note:: Blah, short post, sorry.
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Post by daniel on Jun 29, 2012 11:20:36 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz watched her his lips quirking at an attempted smile, but he held it back. At the end of the day, he was a man. As her friend had put it, though he did not know this, she was bendy. It didn't help the position drew attention down her spine to her—he averted his gaze, stopping that thought train right where it started. He wasn't about to insult her like that, what was he Xander? He sniffed and pulled his bag off his back to rifle through the content. He glanced up when she left the position to sit again and he nodded his head in understanding. He snatched his cell phone out of the bag and set it aside.
”I am sure if I had anything to move I would be sore too. I pack light.” Well really what that meant was he rented a hotel room for a month and lived out of his van the rest of the time. Not exactly a normal life, but then again what about his life was normal? He knew if anyone would understand trying to live the solitary life it would be another werewolf. However Oz felt it made him sound like a vagabond, or worse a hobo. He wasn't interested in being looked on as somewhat homeless. After all Willow had offered him a place to stay.
Though that seemed, well more then a little awkward. He did not want to see them cavorting about their lives and he felt that he should avoid doing the same in front of them. What they did in the dark was their business, but he wasn't really interested in seeing who they chose to do it with. Realizing he was feeling a little jealousy again, even though he was determined to be past willow, he shook his head to throw the thought. There was too much past nonsense in his head today. Yesterday's brush with Willow left him rattled and now he was thinking about things, and people, he had let drift farther from his mind in the past years.
A realization struck him as he tried to figure out a plan for the beach. Who the hell would he be inviting but Cara? Probably Buffy and Willow... but he didn't know anyone else in town. It would be a small gathering he supposed. Without thinking he rubbed the back of his neck trying to decide. His eyes jumped up to meet the woman's in front of him and he concurred he had been quiet for more then a minute. He flashed her a half smile of apology, “Sorry was just thinking about that. Tomorrow maybe? By the driftwood benches?” He asked. Sure it was short notice, but unless there was some great evil running about he hadn't been warned of, he bet the slayer could take a night off to relax. He wasn't going to bring that up until he had to.
He shrugged his shoulders lazily, “If it's too soon I can always reschedule. Not like this is a big gig or anything. Don't expect the moon though.” He paused as he realized that statement came out a little odd talking to a werewolf. He supposed the moon could be seen as good and bad in this case. He pondered this a moment, in the way he often did trivial things, before letting it go with another shrug.
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Post by cara on Jun 29, 2012 11:43:47 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -It seemed Oz was almost embarrassed about the fact that he traveled light. She didn't really understand why but she nodded anyway, not wanting to question him. She didn't know him all that well, only getting a few details out of him and really, what business of it of hers? "If I could pack light my life would be a lot simpler." She stated with a grin, though it turned into more of a grimace when she thought about all the junk she had brought with her. "Unfortunately being that I am across the country from my family I brought pretty much everything I could in order to feel at home so to speak." She stated with a shrug, not wanting for anyone to feel sorry for her. It had been her choice after all and she didn't regret it so far. “Besides…” She stated with a giggle. “What girl do you know that packs light?”
She watched him carefully as he seemingly zoned out for a moment, his eyes almost sad. She didn't know what he was thinking about but it made her sad as well. The wolf inside her strained to comfort the other wolf but she held herself where she sat, not wanting to do anything to scare this man off. Something about him called out to her that she didn't really understand. She knew part of it was the wolf, desperate for companionship...but there was another part of her that was simply confused at everything that had happened in so little time. She wasn’t used to being around someone like him, well, she wasn’t used to being around anyone really. Sure she had friends but she kept them at arm’s length for the most part. It wasn’t because of the werewolf side either…it was because after she had lost her brother she learned not to get close to anyone… it hurt less when they left you.
"No worries." She told him when he apologized for zoning out. "Tomorrow's good with me. I just have to go grocery shopping in the morning and then I'm free." She stated with a tiny shrug, a bit embarrassed by the fact that she really had no plans whatsoever. She didn't start her job until Monday so she was completely free for the next few days, something that relieved her and saddened her all at once.
"So who all's going to be there?" She asked him, wondering for a brief moment if she'd be the odd man...er...woman out. It wouldn't have been the first time but she always liked to prepare herself for that inevitable feat if it occurred.
Word Count:: 462
Tag:: Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne
Outfit:: Click here for Cara's Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Cara's Bike
Note:: Another short post…sorry <3
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Post by daniel on Jun 29, 2012 14:12:49 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz shrugged. A gesture she must be getting used to by now, he did a lot of shrugging and it suited him just fine. It matched his rather clipped speech and his calm demeanor. It said, whatever, and it doesn't matter, without a word. He leaned back, resting on his arms as the sun filtered down through the leaves making him feel lazy. He was lucky, he knew some people here. Even if that hadn't been why he had come. Besides there was so much past between those people it was almost suffocating. Knowing so much about them, and them knowing so much about him. Well sort of. Willow was the only one who had really known him. He had liked Xander, but as far as he knew the man wasn't around.
“Well having things isn't bad.” he said with a shrug, “Traveling cross continent looking for inner peace makes it harder.” He didn't know why he shouldn't tell her about his travels. Besides if she wanted to learn control he could help her with it. He wasn't going to force it on her, she already had her methods, but if she wanted to learn he was here now. It was better to have two wolves who were able to exert some control over their animal sides, then two wild animals any day. Even on the full moon, if he couldn't control it fully, he could help to make it more docile. Plus the tea was incredibly helpful for making it a little slower mentally, calming and soothing its instinct driven mind.
Oz really didn't have any plans and he wasn't at all embarrassed about this. He had been looking for a job, one that would cover rent on an actual apartment, while putting up fliers for band members. If he could get a band, he could find them enough gigs to make rent. He was always a decent promoter. His laid back, easy to get along with attitude made working with venues easier. Most people liked him enough to at least hook him up with a single gig as a try out. Dingo Ate My Baby had been good enough to play the bronze more then once a week, so he figured if he got the right people, he could make a killing here. Or at least a living, which would be better as a killing at the bronze was more literal then it was most places.
“Not sure who will come. I am gonna ask Buffy and well...” He trailed off not sure why but he felt uncomfortable bringing up Willow with this new girl. He didn't know if she would understand that rather odd relationship they had. “the ex-grilfriend from high school, Willow. She is the slayers best friend... and whoever else feels like coming.” He shrugged, watching her carefully, unsure if she would still want to come. “It will be perfectly safe. I promise. I wouldn't let any of them think about hurting you.”
Now that felt odd coming from Oz. He didn't usually guarantee protection for anyone. It was a bad idea around Buffy, but he felt Cara deserved some assurance she would be safe coming to see this show. It wasn't that he meant to put her into a dangerous situation, but everyone he knew was somewhat dangerous. Which actually made him prickle a little in thought. Sure he took it all in stride, but it was a fact of his life. Here he was making friends with an equally dangerous woman, one who seemed more then happy to join him even though she hardly knew him. He was alright with it though. It was nice to meet someone outside of all the old drama. Someone who would not look at him and think of how he nearly killed Willow. Or that time Willow had cheated on him. His history was so wrapped up with the Velma of the scoobies that he would never be dislodged around them.
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Post by cara on Jun 29, 2012 14:33:53 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She cringed at the thought of traveling cross continent. "Yikes, traveling that far would kill me." She stated bluntly. "Especially since I would only be able to fit about 3 outfits with me in my bike." She laughed. It had been a nightmare driving the huge U-Haul truck down from Portland, Oregon to Richmond, Virginia... She had originally wanted to ship everything and ride her motorcycle down but it hadn't been financially wise so she rented a U-Haul and put her bike inside it. A bit of a pain in the ass as she hadn't ever gotten used to driving anything besides her bike. She had learned to drive a motorcycle when she was fourteen on dirt roads thanks to Masen...when he disappeared at fifteen she had refused to get her driver's permit, instead waiting until she turned sixteen to get her motorcycle license. Her parents hadn't been happy but eh, what could you do?
"Any luck finding the inner peace?" She asked him before slapping her hand over her mouth. "Jeez I need to remember what tact means." She stated, well, more like mumbled. Yeah, her mouth tended to run away from her a bit if she didn't think about what she said before she said it. "If I ever ask anything or say anything that offends you, feel free to tell me to shut up. You wouldn't be the first one to do so and I can guarantee you won't be the last." She told him apologetically. She usually wouldn't bother apologizing for her bluntness, using it as a mask to not show anyone the real her. Yet with Oz, she wanted him to know the real her...and that scared her more than she cared to admit. It scared her because she didn’t know if it was the wolf…or the woman.
She wanted to freak out when he stated that he was going to ask Willow, his ex girlfriend who was the slayers best friend, the slayer who she was assuming was Buffy, but needed to figure things out for sure before she agreed or disagreed. "So let me get this straight...as I'm a tad bit lost." She stated, laughing a bit at herself. Okay, so she was a blonde and sometimes the stereotype did affect her. "Buffy is the vampire slayer and Willow is your ex girlfriend who is her best friend...am I getting this right?" She asked him, trying to figure out who was who in her mind.
Hearing Oz promise that he would never let any of his friends’ think of hurting her did weird things to her body. Her heart raced and for some reason a blush (which she wasn't unfamiliar with yet she hadn't done anything embarrassing to warrant it) stained her cheeks. "Don't fight with your friends over me." She told him, trying to figure out what the hell she was feeling and having absolutely no idea who to ask. "Like I said, I don't want to cause any trouble." She stated before grinning a mischievous grin at him, one that clearly stated she was trying to break the awkwardness that her blush had caused her to feel. "Besides, I'm a fast runner." She giggled.
Word Count:: 555
Tag:: Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne
Outfit:: Click here for Cara's Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Cara's Bike
Note:: <3
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Post by daniel on Jun 29, 2012 15:56:31 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz cocked his head, “It's not too bad once you get used to it.” He felt lazy in the filtered sunlight. An ant crawled across his pants and he watched it in distracted silence. ”You ride a motorcycle?” He wondered if she came in those clothes. Not that it mattered. It wasn't like a spill of a bike could kill them. Unless it took off their heads or impaled them onto a silver spike, it wouldn't do the trick. The thought was humbling in his mind. He was so much less breakable then he used to be. At the same time if he did get into a wreck that would have killed a normal person, he would spend weeks in tremendous pain as the wounds healed. He gave her a point for bravery.
He smirked at her outburst and thought a moment, ”Still working on that part.” He had made progress. He as still learning. ”I set out looking for a cure, but no one had one, so I sought control. The path lead me here.” He waved a hand at her crinkling his face a bit in good humor, ”Can't fault you for being curious. I am an interesting guy. I'm also not easy to offend.” He said with a little nod of his head. It wasn't him being egotistical it was a bit of a joke and a confirmation to her she was welcome to ask away. Whether or not he answered in full would be hard to say. He had a habit of sticking to the basics after all.
He spread his hands in helplessness. It was true he had a hard life. It had started with Buffy and then his cousin. ”Sound's about right.” He wasn't going to mention Willow being a witch. That was more information then he thought Cara needed. She already looked spooked at the idea. ”I had a strange time in high school.” He said casually.
It was true. Who else could say they fought vampires, turned into a werewolf, and nearly got eaten by the mayor. Which was a strange story in and of itself. He didn't think it warranted getting into at this point. He didn't know her well enough to start into life story stuff. Well any more then he already had. He leaned back on his hands again.
”As I said, shouldn't be an issue. If it comes up you tell them the truth, if not, you don't talk about it.” Which was rather how Oz played his life most days. He didn't bother to bring up issues, or take to trouble unless it was shoved under his nose. When push came to shove he had saved the world more then once without showing much fear. Hell he had accepted death on several occasions. So far death had left him be though, which he did prefer. He thought about her out running the slayer and, not knowing her that well, found it rather hard to imagine. He had seen Buffy run when she needed to, and it was damn fast. However this girl was a werewolf, which led him to believe it might be at least a fair contest.
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Post by cara on Jun 29, 2012 16:16:07 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She grinned when he asked if she rode a motorcycle, nodding her head happily. "Ever since I was fourteen. My older brother taught me how to ride his and I never looked back. My parent's hate it...drives them nuts that their only daughter would prefer a bike than a shiny convertible." She stated with a roll of her baby blue eyes. "When I turned sixteen they tried to buy me a red sports car and I refused to even get my regular license." She told him, laughing a bit at her reluctance. "Of course I ended up getting it for convenience sake but have yet to own an actual car...prefer my bike."
She knew that most people looking at her would not at all assume she was a motorcycle girl. Her outfit was the complete opposite of what anyone would assume one would wear and she was completely aware of that...one of the reasons she loved it. She didn't like to go with the typical stereotypes nor did she like to prove people right. Sometimes it was inevitable but she preferred doing things her own way...not the way that others thought she should. “Riding to me is almost as good as running. In case you couldn’t tell I hate being cooped up.” She stated with a smile.
Hearing him talk about how he came to Richmond was fascinating in a way. He didn't give away many details, though whether that was intentional or just his personality she didn't know yet...though she looked forward to finding out."I'm the same way...the not easy to offend part that is. Can't say I'm really interesting but growing up with my brother and his friends made me sort of immune to being offended." She shook her head, thinking about all the times that Masen's friends had tried to make fun of her and while it used to bother her, she got used to it over the years.
Nodding her head calmly when he stated he had a strange time in high school, she definitely believed him. She could see there were things that he wasn't sharing and that was alright. She didn't need to know them and wouldn't ask unless the situation called for it. She wasn't one to dig around in people's privacy and felt like that exact statement needed to be let out in the open. "You don't have to worry Oz." She told him simply. "I won't ask."
"I'll play it by ear then." Before she could say anything else she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and groaned, not even needing to look to know who it is. "Hang on one sec." She asked him before pulling her phone out and answering it. Cara Bridget! Was out of her mother's mouth before she could even get the full 'hello' out. Before she could say anything else her mother started ranting about not calling her and instead of responding the blonde just rolled her eyes over at Oz. "Mom!" She finally broke in. "I told you I was going to be unpacking and stuff today. I'm actually getting ready to go running so I'll call you later okay? Love you bye!" She stated before hanging up, not giving her mother anymore time to yammer. "Sorry, she tends to be a tad bit protective."
Word Count:: 573
Tag:: Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne
Outfit:: Click here for Cara's Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Cara's Bike
Note:: <3
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Post by daniel on Jun 29, 2012 16:46:11 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] ”I'm used to be in a band and will be again. Gotta have a van.” He said with a glance in the direction of his transportation. It wasn't the nicest thing, an old VW sort of affair. He had gotten it somewhat cheap when he had returned to the states. It ran fine, and he loved it enough not to care. He had always loved the flat fronted look. Plus he got a kick out of the whole scoobies mystery machine thing. Even if he was no longer part of the group, it had amused him enough to buy the thing.
”I run, and I play guitar to settle.” So his runs were a little more... wild then hers. However he did not see a difference. They both did it for the same reasons, to let off steam and relax. He had never been a runner before he had been bit. He found it a bit trite and boring just to run from place to place. However once the wolf ran in his veins it drove him out doors more and more often. Then his trip across half of Europe and Asia had been spent out doors when he couldn't afford a hotel room. He had learned a lot about himself on that trip, and he had gotten better at guitar. What else was there to do on lonely nights.
When she got a call he politely turned his head, doing his best not to listen. His body protested sitting any longer. He stood up slowly, stretching out his back, it popped as he reached upwards causing him to groan softly in pleasure. It was a good feeling. Stiffness was beginning to settle into his muscles from being still so long. He was glad he had come out today. He had met a worthwhile person, which there weren't many of. So many people were too concerned with themselves. Their appearance, money, how to get ahead, anything but those around them. It would have driven him nuts if he weren't so laid back.
He let her finish and shrugged, ”Family always is.” He said with a chuckle and shook his head. ”Care to walk back towards the road. I promised to make a house call this evening and I got to get back into town.”
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Post by cara on Jun 29, 2012 16:57:49 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She usually wasn't the type who went for the whole 'van' look but for some reason it suited Oz. "Definitely need a van to play in a band. That's actually one of the reason's I didn't bring my guitar. The van was completely full and there was no way I could carry it on my bike...so it stayed home until my parents come to visit. They said they'd bring it with them." she told him with a shrug. She missed it, but not for the reasons one would think. It was one of her last connections to her brother and for that reason alone her guitar was precious to her.
"I used to sing to settle but the people I sang with graduated a year before I did so I haven't been able to do it in awhile." She stated, not giving away how much she missed singing. Sure she still sang in the shower or when she was dancing around her room (or now her apartment as the case may be) cleaning but it wasn't the same as getting up on stage and belting it out for a crowd full of people. She missed the feeling of adrenaline that pulsed through her whenever she was on stage…and yet she hadn’t tried to get back into it either. It was an odd feeling to know that she had willingly given up something that used to mean the world to her, and one feeling that she wasn’t interested in delving into quite yet.
After ending her phone call she noticed Oz was standing and felt a small pang in her chest at the thought of their time ending. She didn't want to examine that too closely so instead she stood as well, twisting around for a brief moment to pop her back as she had settled in a funky way. "Sure." She replied, heading back the way that she had come. "Sorry if I made you late or anything. It was nice to talk to someone who didn't say 'like' or 'oh my god' in every sentence. You'd think working in a library would give me the opportunity to meet more intelligent people but that's not at all the case." She stated with a laugh.
Knowing their time was coming to an end was making the wolf inside her restless and before she realized it she let out a groan. She had never felt it like this, an almost pain that had nothing to do with transforming.
Word Count:: 438
Tag:: Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne
Outfit:: Click here for Cara's Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Cara's Bike
Note:: Short, sorry.
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Post by daniel on Jun 29, 2012 17:48:54 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz shot her a genuine smile as she mentioned her guitar, ”Oh you play and sing? Well I am making a band if you want you could try out. Can't promise you a spot, but if you're good...” he trailed off and walked along side her thinking. What a stroke of luck it would be. If he had found a band mate and a fellow werewolf all at once. ”Maybe you could sing tomorrow night. Show up early, or on time. I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I told them it was an audition and all.”
He shrugged. It was just a suggestion. If she turned him down so be it. However if he was that lucky he would be that much closer to completing his little trio. He would just need a drummer. That would be easier to find. If she was only great at singing he could find a bassist too, or he could play bass and find another guitarist. It didn't matter to him. The drummer was always the hardest. The good ones usually were already in a band, after all. He glanced over as she mentioned holding him up and he shrugged, ”I should be fine time wise. No worries.” He took note that she worked in the library, a thing that tugged his mind back to Willow. He really needed to move on, but his heart just hadn't had the chance yet.
He wouldn't give it the chance. He had been too busy, or too careful to fall for anyone. He was afraid of hurting, or worse again turning, a normal girl. And with Varuca ever in his mind, the woman who had tricked him into cheating, he had been fearful of women of his own kind. So he had brooded like a child. It was not like him, but he had never opened himself up like that before. Varuca had taken advantage of him, and Willow had abandoned him. It was a hard thing to take, but he swallowed it with dignity.
”Well I will be around. If you want to ride down with me tomorrow you're welcome to.” He blinked a few times as if realizing something then yanked his phone out, unlocked it, and handed it to her. It was a smart phone, but one of the earlier models. He needed internet capabilities, but he lacked the money for a new one. ”Give me your number. So we can make sure not to miss each other tomorrow.” There was no flirting in it, ok perhaps a little, but mostly Oz didn't want to have her arrive at the beach and get lost. That would be a rather poor thing. Plus if she couldn't make it he wanted to be able to get in touch.
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Post by cara on Jun 29, 2012 18:02:49 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Smiling at his almost excitement she shrugged. "Maybe. It's been awhile so I'll play it by ear." She told him, not wanting to make any promises that she couldn't keep. She wasn't sure what she was feeling within her but it was starting to worry her. She could tell by the way he spoke of his former girlfriend that he was still in love with her and for some reason that caused her chest to ache a bit. She didn't understand it and while she could probably figure it out, she was scared to actually examine the feelings within her.
"I'll probably already be at the beach by the time you get down there. I alternate where I run, one day woods, next day beach...so I'm sure I'll see you there." She told him, again, making no promises. The wolf was howling inside her, almost clawing at her insides to get out and she bit her lip to stop the groan from releasing itself. She had never felt the wolf like this; no matter what was the matter with her the wolf was usually silent unless it was close to a full moon. This wasn't something she knew how to handle but she knew she had to.
Keeping her face a mask as she took his phone from him she placed her number within it, then called her own phone so she had his. Once she had completed that small process she handed his phone back to him with a smile, trying desperately not to cry out as the wolf howled. "Have a good night with your friends." She told him. "It was nice meeting you Oz." She stated before motioning to her bike which was parked on the side of the road. "Bye." She whispered before walking over to her motorcycle, putting her helmet on and kick starting her bike, driving off without looking back.
A howl resounding inside of her.
Word Count:: 344
Tag:: Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne
Outfit:: Click here for Cara's Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Cara's Bike
Note:: The End.
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Post by ADMIN BRITT on Jun 29, 2012 18:16:54 GMT -6
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