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Post by cara on Jul 3, 2012 18:25:40 GMT -6
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iPod? Check
Extra pony tail holder? Check
Sunglasses? Check
Shoes tied? Check
The blonde thought as she finished making sure she had everything before zipping her motorcycle key into the pocket sewn into her running shorts. Securing her hair once more she quickly jumped off her bike and headed towards the trail that surrounded the large park in the middle of Richmond. She had been extremely glad to know there was a park with a trail as the woods tended to get a bit too cool on certain days with all the shade so on days like today she preferred to run in the sun.
Looking up she grinned at the weather, it was perfect. It was fairly hot outside, thus why she was in a sports bra, a tank top, short running shorts and running shoes rather than what some were wearing which was running pants and a tshirt. She preferred to run in as little clothing as she could get away with as she hated to sweat and didn’t want to add to it with more clothing on than she had to. She knew a lot of people looked down on her because of her ‘skanky attire’ as she’d heard people call it before, but she was the one exercising, could the same be said for them?
Yeah, she was a bit of a hard head when she wanted to be.
Walking over to the beginning of the trail she sat in the patch of grass next to it and quickly stretched out her muscles, not wanting to get a cramp while running nor on the way home. Once she was stretched out she quickly put her ear buds into her ears, cranking up the music and grinning as 'Wicked' could be heard. She had no idea what her recent obsession with this musical was but she listened to it every time she worked out and for some reason it was perfect workout music in her opinion.
Slipping her sunglasses over her eyes she quickly set off into a slow job, building up until she was running at a decent pace. As she ran her mind wandered to anything and everything, not really settling on one thing. Unfortunately her eyes apparently had drifted and she hadn't watched where she was going as she felt herself start to fall, clearly having run into or over someone.
Word Count:: 423
Tag:: Oz
Outfit:: Click here for Cara’s Workout Outfit
Note:: Sorry it’s short…Had to get ready to head out.
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Post by daniel on Jul 3, 2012 22:00:46 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size]  ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz had needed to blow off tension. The last few days had been confusing. He thought the better of running in the woods today. It was getting into the warmer months and the risk of running into hikers was ever growing. So he did what normal people did, he went to the park. He wore slick running pants and a loose tee shirt. It wasn't that he was embarrassed about his body, he just didn't like the feeling of tight clothing on his skin. He never had. Now with the wolf so close to the surface, he felt constricted if he wore anything tight. So he avoided it.
He had been running for a while when his shoe came untied. Which wasn't something you could ignore. Slowing he stepped off to the side of the path and bent down to retie it. He was breathing hard. His head was beginning to clear now he was burning off the energy that had left him pacing the night before. He was worried about Willow and if he really could let her go. He was also worried Cara would never talk to him again. He hadn't meant to send her running, but by the time he had realized how big his blunder was she was off the dance floor and shooting off with her friends. He stood looking a little frazzled in the middle of the dance floor, and more then a little rejected. The wolf strained towards her, but he got the hint. He turned on his heel and bailed before she could.
Too drunk to drive, and too confused to look for another partner, he had sat in his van listening to the radio until he was sober enough to get himself home. He was sure he had destroyed whatever was budding between them for good. Why couldn't he be better at talking to women. Then again if he hadn't secluded himself the last few years perhaps he would be better at it. Besides with that feeling jolting through him, and the silence of the wolf. It was overwhelming.
He finished retying his shoe and he made to stand again. When suddenly someone nailed him in the side. The air shot from his lungs as he was rolled onto his back. He landed sprawled and blinking. His eyes turned up to the person who had landed on him. He was angry, who didn't pay attention when they ran. But something caught him up. The wolf stilled and he cocked his head in wonder. Apparently just thinking about Cara was enough to make her turn up. Did they live in the same neighborhood too or something? No that wouldn't make sense. She had mentioned an apartment and he was living in a rented hotel room. It took him a moment to pull his mind together and then he realized she was atop him and he flushed red behind his ears. Not a good way to apologies for the night before.
“Hay...” He said rather awkwardly. “You know I was hoping to run into you, but this isn't what I had in mind...” ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jul 5, 2012 8:36:40 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Hearing the beat bumping in her ears she sang to herself quietly as she ran. She had no idea why she had such an obsession with the Wicked Musical other than the fact that she could relate to the wicked witch, something that she had never done before. She usually always related to the heroine being that she was a good person, yet in this case it was the wicked witch she related to. Finding out a lie and not wanting to conform to it? She could relate to that completely. Besides, the wicked witch had the best vocal parts and that was of course her favorite parts of musicals.
What good is this chanting? I don't even know what I'm reading! I don't even know what trick I ought to try. Fiyero, where are you? Already dead of bleeding. One more disaster I can add to my generous supply? No good deed goes unpunished. No act of charity goes unresented. No good deed goes unpunished. That's my new creed. My road of good intentions led where such roads always lead No good deed Goes unpunished!
Losing herself in the words of the lyrics flooding through her ear buds was the best way for her to exercise. Running was the only type of exercise she liked, well, that and swimming. She didn't like to sweat so exercise should be really off limits but the wolf inside her loved to run, loved to be free, wanted to fly so to speak, so this was the best way to release that excess energy. Losing herself in the music made it feel less like work and more like fun, so she did exactly what she needed in order to keep herself from going completely crazy as the wolf howled inside her at the injustice of being locked up.
The full moon was getting closer, only a few days away, and the wolf was restless just as it always was. As the full moon got closer her runs became more frequent and longer. It was the only way she could calm the wolf enough to keep herself calm. Most werewolves that she had met (and read about for that matter) got moody around the full moons. Some would lash out, some would hurt people, and some would simply lock themselves away for a few days longer than necessary simply to not be around people.
She didn’t do any of those things, instead taking care to make sure that she didn’t lash out at anyone, exhausting herself and the wolf to the point that there was no way she could be moody as she was too exhausted to do so. Probably not the healthiest thing to do but eh, what could you do.
“Mmf!” She stated while falling, landing on something hard yet soft at the same time…interesting combination.
Looking down she saw it was Oz that she had quite literally ran over. "Shit!" She stated, pulling out her ear buds and carefully jumping off of him, offering her hand to help him up. "I'm so sorry!" She stated, her entire face, neck and arms blushing a deep red. God could she be any more of a spaz?
Word Count:: 547
Tag:: Oz
Outfit:: Click here for Cara’s Workout Outfit
Note:: <3
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Post by daniel on Jul 5, 2012 9:54:30 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz shrugged as he took her hand and pulled himself up. His eyes darted over her in her much more casual clothing. This appeared more normal, even if she had stripped down to her sports bra, then a lot of her more extravagant outfits. Then again Oz was a minimalist clothing wise. So this look he thought better suited. It was practical and that was what mattered right? He considered dropping another joke but she had turned so stark red he worried she might send all the blood in her body right to her face. Her embarrassment fed into him, the wolf picking up on it and he could feel it to the point he himself turned a little red around the ears.
He dusted himself off, “Don't worry about it.” he said dismissively, “I'm harder to break then that.” It was true. What with decapitation and silver being about the only two things he feared any more. It was interesting, being near invulnerable. He could call power that frightened even vampires, but had none of the sunlight problems. Of all the things he could have been turned into a werewolf was probably the best. He got to retain who he was, even if he became a monster a couple days a week. Most vampires became evil full time.
He stood awkwardly then stepped a little further off the path to avoid getting run into again. While once wasn't a big deal, twice might end in an injury and he did not need that. She had apparently been really into her running. Her ear-buds blared the music from a well known play at him and he logged it as an acceptable thing to listen to. If it had been screaming heavy metal, he might have wondered a bit more about her.
“Hay about the other night.” he said rather abruptly. Which is how most of these things started with him. He wished he was better at the lead in, but that wasn't Oz he was blunt and to the point, “I am sorry. I just. It's been a while since I got close to anyone. Excuse my bail.” he said rather pointedly. He hadn't know she had bailed. If he did maybe he would feel worse. He looked away, out to the other people who meandered by. He was feeling anxious, as always happened before the full moon, a tightness in his chest, a need to do... anything.
So long as he wasn't cooped up. Unlike many werewolves he was better about keeping his mood swings in check. Well usually. It depended on the situation as he had proved with Tera. It was one of the reasons he had avoided love, and any feeling close to it. His eyes raked her over hoping she wasn't about to bolt, because he wouldn't blame her if she did. He had sort of shut down when she brought up being a virgin, and made himself look like an insensitive prick. He didn't want to be that guy. He had been good at caring when he was younger. Before his 'spirit quest' as he had started calling it. Now? Well he had been outside society so long he was bad at interacting with it. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jul 5, 2012 10:45:48 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Her blush made her warmer than the sun that was beating down on her did and that annoyed her to no end. She was sure if she looked in the mirror at that precise moment she'd look like she had a really bad sunburn, to which if anyone around here knew her that wouldn't surprise them in he least. She tended to get burnt pretty quickly; though once it faded she usually had a healthy golden tan about her. Wow, she didn't know it was possible to ramble in her head as well as outwardly rambling. Geez, shoot her now.
Helping him up and then let go of his hand, the wolf inside pulling against her for more contact though as usual she ignored it. She had better control than she thought she did but at the same time she couldn't completely control it and that worried her. Not wanting to think about it anymore she turned her attention back to Oz. "Ugh, I'm such a spaz." She told him with a groan, watching him dust himself off. "Still, I feel bad." She told him, her eyes widening at the thought of someone else being hit by her. She was hardly breakable herself and she could have really hurt someone. "No offense to you or anything, but I'm sort of glad it was you. At least you're not all fragile like." She stated, pushing her sunglasses up on top of her head to wipe her face before lowering them back onto her eyes, squinting until her eyes were again protected.
Realizing her ear buds were still blaring she quickly paused her music, not wanting to have to start the song over again either. Her favorite part was coming up and she didn't want to miss it. Seeing Oz move out of the way she did the same, keeping her distance from him, not wanting to crowd him. The wolf yearned to touch him again but she denied it. She thought momentarily about naming the wolf inside her, hating constantly thinking of it as the wolf, but internally rolled her eyes. She needed a life...or a teddy bear...at least that wouldn't be as awkward. Okay, seriously? Screw the life, and the teddy bear, she needed a psychologist.
His voice broke her out of her thoughts about finding a good counselor and forced her to focus on him. "No worries. I pushed too much. I tend to talk when really I should learn to keep my mouth shut." She told him with a seemingly forced laugh. "Besides I didn't stay long either. So again, no worries." She told him, feeling awkward at not knowing exactly what to say.
Word Count:: 460
Tag:: Oz
Outfit:: Click here for Cara’s Workout Outfit
Note:: <3
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Post by daniel on Jul 5, 2012 11:02:02 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz chuckled and shrugged again. A gesture he liked far too much. He felt like he did it seven times a minute when in a conversation. It was a good non-verbal cue he could go either way, “I don't think you're a spaz. You're right though, better me then a normal person.” He found it amusing she thought of it in those terms. As it was his side stung a bit, she was right, she could have cracked a rib on someone less durable. It was a lucky coincidence he supposed.
He shifted as she seemed to lose herself in her thoughts, becoming a little distant. He wondered if he should just go and let her get back to her day, but he was working to stop his bailing habit so he remained until she came back to herself. He frowned at her mentioning of leaving. Had he really upset her so much she had to leave instead of hanging with her friends. Now he felt like a right ass. He needed to make it up to her some how, the wolf within practically demanded it, which was an odd sensation.
“No you were fine. You confided in me and I displaced.” He rubbed the back of his neck trying to figure out how to handle this. He stared at her with that canine intensity he sometimes did, trying to figure out what to say next. This was so much easier when he didn't feel the werewolf straining at his skin, wanting, craving. He cut that train of thought off, “It's just. I'm not innocent. That werwolf kinda saw to that. It wasn't exactly my choice.”
He dropped his gaze, masking it as inspecting a beetle which crawled slowly through the grass near his feet. He didn't like talking about it, but for some reason he felt she had a right to know. He had sort of embarrassed her publicly, not that she hadn't returned the favor by abandoning him on the dance floor.
“Look let me make it up to you. Let me take you for a cup of tea, or help you with something...” He was losing his momentum. He didn't have a plan here. As always with Cara he was acting on impulse. Normally he would have panicked, with her though he didn't feel the oncoming transformation. Sure the wolf was there, and it pushed against his mind like an ever present cloud, but he wasn't worried about shifting. It was strange.
“I want to get to know you. So there it is.” He looked back up at her, trying to judge her reaction to what he had said. He had just admitted to being... well raped by another werewolf. It hadn't been rape though. When he was the wolf he had wanted it. Even if he could hardly remember anything but small blurred glimpses, he knew what he had done. It had been violating and despite his disgust with the woman, he had wanted her. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jul 5, 2012 13:13:24 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Laughing a soft laugh at his response of not thinking she was a spaz, she copied his shrug. "You would be the only one who doesn't think so then." She told him with a grin, feeling a bit more relaxed. Hearing a little girl laughing in the distance drew her attention for a moment and she smiled as she watched the little girl's older brother helping her ride a bike. A fond smile crossed her face as she thought about Masen doing the same thing for her many years before hand. She could remember how patient he was with her and how he made sure she didn’t fall, something to this day she still missed.
Hearing his comment about not being innocent her face jerked to his, her eyes showing nothing but compassion. "Not many people my age, hell even younger, are innocent anymore Oz." She told him. "Besides, if it's taken from you, you didn't give your choice, meaning that in my eyes you're still innocent. That other...I'd call her a woman but no one who could do that deserves to be called a woman...so we'll just call her the thing." She stated with a soft smile. "So the thing took that choice away from you...you didn't give it intentionally so there shouldn't be any feelings of guilt, only blame to the thing that did it." She told him, hoping he would understand what she was trying to say without it getting all jumbled up as she tended to.
She waited until he was finished before replying. "First of all, you have nothing to make up to me. I like you Oz, I won't deny it and I know even though I've made myself like a big old goober that you know it too. However please don't feel guilty for bolting or being uneasy around me. You've had a bad experience with someone like me and I understand that...so no worries." She told him with a soft smile before continuing. "Now, as for the tea thing, I'm a coffee girl all the way. Someone asks me if I like coffee, I say only with my oxygen..." She told him with a wink. "However if you want to get to know me, then come and run with me. We can play a game of twenty questions or something to get to know one another. Nice, simple, and drama free. What do you say?" She asked him, hoping again that she wasn't making an ass out of herself.
Wouldn't be the first time.
Word Count:: 436
Tag:: Oz
Outfit:: Click here for Cara’s Workout Outfit
Note:: <3
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Post by daniel on Jul 5, 2012 23:57:05 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz watched her with an ease about him again. He was feeling better. As if a weight was lifted off his chest. Willow had been hurt, Buffy had looked at him like a monster. He had tried to explain, to let them know what had happened. Neither of them got it, even he didn't get it. He should have told someone, but some part of him wanted to save her. To turn her from her dark ways and show her there was another way to live. He didn't want to see a fellow werewolf die. If he could have saved her, perhaps he could have seen himself as saved. He didn't know what had made him make the decisions he had. Varuca had held an odd effect over him. Like a drug to an addict. He hadn't been able to help himself.
He was grateful for her words of forgiveness, even if she wasn't a part of the event. Even if she hadn't been caught in that storm. Seeing Varuca as a thing made it easier, still he hurt knowing he had killed her. It had been for the best, and he had killed many monsters before. Hell he had known quite a few of the people who had died back in Sunnydale. Killing Varuca, even if it had been the wolf, had been the first time he killed for personal reasons.
“Well thanks.” Was all he said on the matter. He didn't want her thinking he didn't care. He was just still so uncomfortable on the subject he wasn't ready to talk about his feelings on the matter. Saying it aloud had been enough. Maybe one day he would go into detail, but then he would have to remember how much he had hurt Willow. For now he wasn't going to tackle those emotions. He had too much he was coping with already.
“Coffee? You still drink caffeine?” He raised his brows then realized he was dealing with the run of the mill changed three times a month werewolf, not one like him who had spent years working on control and shifting, “Not that that is a bad thing...” He backpedaled. “It just makes the wolf in me anxious. Makes me feel like chasing my tail.” he shifted it off trying his best not to make an idiot of himself.
Her affirmation of his feelings only confused him more. He couldn't place why. He wanted to try this, to take a step outside his comfort zone, to show himself he wasn't trapped in the past. He liked her, but was he making his move for the right reasons? If he was going to be with Cara he didn't want to do it to spite Willow. He wanted to be with her because he liked her that much, not because he was trying to get over his ex. Right now he just didn't know. He would have to wait and see. To take it slow. If she was good for him, she would let him.
“Alright 20 questions.” He nodded down the path and took off at a jog, letting her set the pace. He kept up with her easily, his life being full of this sort of exercise. He let himself settle into the pace. He considered the game a moment then started them off carefully. He wasn't going to ask anything pressing right off the bat, for now he started simple. “Alright favorite food?” It was easy, plus would give him ideas if he ever did take her out. His eyes remained fixed ahead, feeling a little exposed after that conversation. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jul 6, 2012 10:26:23 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She could still see the anguish in his eyes and that's when she remembered that he had killed the other werewolf in order to protect his girlfriend. She wondered which part he was having the larger problems with. The part where she essentially took advantage of him, the part where she caused him to cheat on his girlfriend, or the part where he killed her. She had a feeling it was the combination of the three but she felt this weird need inside her to try and explain to him that it was okay. "I don't blame you for saving your girlfriend." She told him, not wanting to say the words 'killing her' in the middle of a crowded park. "I would have done the same thing for anyone, including a stranger on the street. She was going to hurt her...and you stopped it. That doesn't make you a monster, that makes you a hero in my book." She told him. "But I know you don't feel that way and that's okay...just know that you made the right decision...and if anyone blames you for that then they are pretty dumb." She stated bluntly.
She laughed at his outburst about caffeine. "I have to drink it...I get really bad migraines if I don't." She told him grinning as he tried to explain himself. "Stop worrying about offending me so much...it's difficult to offend me Oz. I'm about as blunt as they come...so trust me, it's okay. I know most of us don't drink caffeine anymore...I hate drinking it around that time of the month because you're right...it does make me feel like I'm going crazy sometimes. However it's better than the awful headaches that I get. Gotta pick the lesser of two evils...so I definitely choose the caffeine and the jittery feeling over the blinding headaches that leave me bedridden for a few days at a time." She explained.
Running along side of him her wolf settled happily, an image that was very odd to her but she simply went with it. "Favorite food?" She asked, pretending to think about it. "That would have to be spaghetti. I love Italian food. I have a slight addiction to it, not even going to lie." She told him with a laugh. "Then again, I have an addiction to anything with starch in it. Breads, pastas, potatoes, any of that, love it all." She stated, rubbing her extremely toned stomach for emphasis with a grin.
Knowing she could take the easy way out and ask him his favorite food, she decided to take the not so easy way out instead. "Favorite childhood board game and why?" She asked him with a smile.
Word Count:: 462
Tag:: Oz
Outfit:: Click here for Cara’s Workout Outfit
Note:: <3
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Post by daniel on Jul 7, 2012 10:08:58 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz shrugged, but shot her a thankful look. “Well if I had been given my way, right after I would have killed her too. As soon as the transformation was complete I lost control. Buffy made sure I didn't.” He said flatly. “But thank you...” He added not wanting to sound ungrateful. He was glad of her words. He had needed to hear them for a long time and had been denied by his own propensity to bail on bad situations. Maybe it was a macho thing, but he had to settle some things on his own.
Her comment made him raise an eyebrow. She sounded well and truly addicted to caffeine. He had once gotten headaches from quitting, but that was long behind him. He had a natural stimulant coursing through his veins, wolf blood, and it was enough for him. Besides with his finite control, caffeine could make his emotions develop more quickly into a dangerous level. He wasn't going to risk it. So he nodded in understanding. “Better then migraines” He concurred.
He pondered her favorite food, and if there were any Italian joints in town. Not that spaghetti was hard to make he just lacked a proper stove and treating a girl to a meal off hotplates seemed tacky. He jogged on and chewed over her question a moment. “Apples to Apples. My mother used to play it with me. I like word association games. Besides it is just as much a game about getting into other player's heads as it is a card game.” He looked over at her then ahead again, glad to keep his mind on something other then her. He had already come to terms with his feelings. He just didn't know if he was ready.
He thought a moment before asking another one, “Ever own any pets?” It wasn't exactly a deep question, but he had noticed animals tended to be afraid of him ever since the change. Dogs cowered and sometimes ran from fences as he strolled by. Cats avoided him, climbing fences and even trees to get out of their way. It seemed his wolf was a dominate one, for most every animal had that reaction to him. He avoided walking past the front of pet stores because of the chaos it invoked in the cases. It was curiosity that drove him to ask, if everyone had that same problem or just him. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jul 7, 2012 20:55:58 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Giggling at his favorite board game she nodded. "I love that game. It's one of those games that no matter how drunk or how sober you are, it never stops being funny." She stated, remembering quite a few times that her friends and her had played it as a drinking game. She tended to stay away from alcohol as she didn't like allowing herself to be out of control, so there were very few things that she could do with her drunken friends that were funny to her as well as them...Apples to Apples just happened to be one of them.
"Getting into people's heads is fun...though sometimes it can be a tiny bit scary. I remember one time the category was indulgent and a friend of mine put cowbells or something equally insane like that. It's fairly interesting in a weird way to see how people's minds work." She stated with a laugh, remembering again the drunken nights of fun...well....drunken for her friends...sober with a video camera for her. Another perk of being one of the only sober ones…she was the one who remembered things and if she was lucky she had proof of it for later on down the road.
Nodding her head at his question. "I had a dog up until I was 13. Other animals tend to steer clear of me but my dog didn't. He died when I was 13 and when I went to pick out a puppy from the pound all the dogs started wigging out so I got scared and left...needless to say I haven't tried again sense. I think it's just that they sense the wolf or whatever and it wigs them out. Some animals are okay with me...like a few of my friend's have pets and I've been okay, but most of them are not okay so I just steer clear, easier that way." She stated with a shrug before trying to think of another question.
Grinning when she thought of it she turned her head back to him for a quick look before focusing back on the ground in front of her, not wanting to run over anymore people today...once was definitely enough. "Favorite childhood cartoon character and why?" She asked, only thinking of this because of her friend's obsession with why no one ever let Donald Duck wear pants.
Word Count:: 411
Tag:: Oz
Outfit:: Click here for Cara’s Workout Outfit
Note:: Horrible migraine= Really short posts from me.
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Post by daniel on Jul 10, 2012 11:23:39 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz felt completely at his ease as they got farther into the game. She had that effect on him. Instead of riling up the wolf, as Willow tended to to, Cara settled it. Like a warm blanket on a cold day stops shivers, her presence stopped the wolf from thrashing and wanting. Well not wanting, but it was a different sort of want. He liked it. He wondered if it could be a bad thing. Something inside told him it wouldn't be. That it was all in his head. The danger was real, only if they both shifted and didn't lock themselves up at the full moon. However he would never let himself do that, and it sounded like she was in the same boat. That rare middle wolf who lived life, and accepted what they were, but did not love it.
Oz had never played alcoholic apples to apples. Sure in college he had done a bit of drinking, and a bit of partying. But he was hardly 21 when he bailed the first time. His trip wasn't exactly filled with drunken college parties or sorority women. His friend pool had been strictly limited to people within the temples he had visited and stayed in, and his mentors. None of those people really struck him as people he should be playing drinking games with. Well except his Romanian mentor but that man demanded they drink together otherwise he wouldn't teach him. It was said to be an exorcize in control but Oz thought the older werewolf just liked getting drunk and didn't like doing it alone. “Never played it drunk.” He offered casually.
He pondered her experience with animals. He had a cat when he was younger, but it had run away shortly after he had been bitten. Just took off out the door before he even knew he was a werewolf. It had seemed odd until he realized what was going on. Then, well it was what it was. He had considered getting another animal. Just like she had, but his lifestyle didn't exactly permit them. For one a hotel did not take kindly to animal tenants, and his own condition made most animals pee themselves it terror. He felt like sharing, at least a bit, “I had a cat before the shift...” He said carefully. “It took off right after I was bit. It made more sense once I figured out what I was.” He shrugged. Perhaps his statement would seem odd. Most people knew when they had been bitten by a werewolf. The whole giant canine monster trying to rip you to pieces kinda gave a clue.
He thought a moment. “I liked courage the cowardly dog. I know that was when I was a bit older but that whole, 'the things I do for love' bit gets me every time. Plus all the monsters. Once I got older it felt a bit like my life. What with me being a canine three nights a month and stopping evil.” He was right that show had come out when he was a bit older, but he wasn't yet in high school so it would have to do. He hoped it would suffice for her question. He figured she could always tell him that wasn't good enough, but he didn't think the rules of their game were that strict.
He ran along, feeling his heart pound against his ribs and his breath speed a little bit. It was from running, and other emotions he was feeling. Those weren't to be talked about yet. He was too good at bailing when he got into his emotions. It was confusing, plus the whole stick about them both being werewolves made him anxious. He had stopped comparing Cara to Varuca but the memory still haunted him. Unconscious as it was, it was hard to let go. The girl had fucked him up.
“What is your favorite...” He trailed off a moment and frowned having lost his train of thought. He glanced around then saw a couple people playing Frisbee, “Outdoor sport?” he finished feeling good he had recovered somewhat well. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jul 12, 2012 7:12:36 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She laughed at his casual comment about not ever playing the game drunk. "I don't drink often so I'm usually not the one who is drunk. I'm usually the one who records everything on my phone while perfectly sober so then I can play it for the hung over people the next day to show how dumb they were being. It's great to see their horrified faces when they realize that not only were they acting that completely ridiculous the night before while drunk, but also the fact that I have it on video tape. Good times good times." She stated, laughing again with a fond smile on her face as she got lost in the memories of some of the better times she had with her friends before leaving Oregon.
She nodded her head at his story about his cat that ran away right after he was bit. She knew how hard that had to have been for a young man to lose his pet. Granted some guys didn't mind one way or another as they thought emotions made them weak or some such nonsense such as that but she knew if it had been her she would have been upset. "Animals sense things that most humans don’t. Well, let me rephrase that. Animals sense things and listen to their senses...where as humans may feel it but they ignore it half the time." She stated with a shrug. She was almost positive he would know what she meant but figured it was better to say it than just to let it go.
Grinning at his story she nodded. "That's cute." She stated softly, but not adding anymore. She read way too often any more to pick a favorite book. She also would admit (to no one but those she knew well) that she had an unhealthy addiction to fanfiction from some of her favorite movies, television shows and books, but she wouldn’t tell anyone else that. One of her darkest secrets…which was ironic since her main secret was that she was a werewolf.)
"My favorite outdoor sport hmm?" She asked with a groan. She wasn't a huge sports fan. Sure she liked to run and such but when it came to sports she tended to steer clear. She had heightened senses and such with being a wolf and felt like if she played it gave her team an advantage so she tended to watch rather than play. "To watch...my favorite sport of all time is baseball. To play...? I would probably say surfing. I'm not very good but it's a one person sport. I don't really do well with team sports." She stated with another shrug.
"If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?" She asked him with a smile.
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Tag:: Oz
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Post by daniel on Jul 14, 2012 15:57:01 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz nodded. He hardly ever drank himself. It was risky. He jogged along, watching people in the park go about their very normal days. His day was normal enough, but there was the wolf ever lurking under the surface. Not to mention the ever looming threat of what he might do to someone under the wrong conditions. Even with the sword of domiciles hanging over his head, it was nice to pretend. He was just a guy, this girl beside him was just a girl, and they were running casually in the park. It felt good to feel normal. Sometimes it was nice to live a lie. “I drink occasional, and only in small amounts. Too much and I have a habit of dancing like John Travolta. Not attractive.”
He chewed over the idea that humans ignored their senses. It was true. He had learned to pay more attention thanks to Buffy and co. but there still was a tendency to ignore his feelings. “The pre-frontal cortex can be a heavy burden to bear.” He said sagely. “Besides if I did much listening to my intuition I wouldn't have given you a chance.” He stared straight ahead, not willing to make eye contact on this one. She knew his story, at least the part with the other werewolf. That was enough to understand his initial fear.
“Cute. I can accept that.” he said with a lopsided smile, letting go of the past once more. His heart pounded a little harder against his ribs and he flushed red behind his ears. She hadn't even been talking about him. Just one of his interests. What was wrong with him.
“About the same thing I am doing now. Maybe with a nicer place, and drinks with those tiny umbrellas in them.” He said thoughtfully. He had never had an excess of money, nor did he really want it. Money made people crazy after all. Oz was one to be happy with what he had, not one to be thinking about what he didn't. So long as he had a van and his guitars he was happy. Well mostly happy. It was a little lonely out there.
He decided they had meandered through enough small talk and he glanced over curiously. He wanted to ask more serious questions. They were pressing on his mind and at this point he might as well shoot one of them. She could decline if she wanted. “Where did you learn to fight?” It had been a subject they had avoided since the violence on the beach. One that he didn't know if she wanted to share. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jul 15, 2012 9:33:39 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She couldn't help but let out a giggle when she heard his comment about if he drank too much he started dancing like John Travolta. That could truly be scary and something she couldn't imagine Oz doing, though the mental image would definitely stay with her for awhile. "Well that depends on what sort of Travolta moves you're busting." She stated with a teasing smile. "I mean if you’re busting out the Staying Alive moves then yeah, you probably should go to a dance lesson or two...but if you're pulling out some of Grease moves then that may not be so bad. He was hot in that movie...and he got the girl so you know, all's well that ends well and all that stuff." She stated with a shrug, giggling still.
Her laughter stopped with his next comment about not listening to his intuition. She really wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that honestly. A part of her wanted to call him an idiot for not listening to his intuition as they had to make sure to trust oneself in order to keep them alive. However the other part of her wanted to thank him for giving him a chance. She didn't feel like either one of those answers were the right one to give so instead of answering verbally she simply made a 'mmm' sound and nodded. It was noncommittal at best but again, she truly had no idea how to respond. Either way she seemed to be digging herself in a hole so she figured not answering would be the safest way to go about it.
Grinning at his red face as he blushed when she called his interest cute she couldn't help but tease him a bit. She pulled on one of his ears lightly and winked theatrically. "I think it's cute because I think the guy behind the interest is cute..." She stated before pulling away and grinning while continuing her jog. She looked away for a moment and noted a small family feeding the ducks. It was a young family, the mother and father probably only a year or so older than she was and a little girl who was no older than two. She smiled sadly as she turned her face elsewhere, not wanting to pry on their special day.
It bothered her more than she cared to admit that she would never have that family. She couldn't tell anyone her secret so she was destined to live alone for the rest of her days...something that while she hated to think about it, bothered her a lot more than she showed.
Hearing his answer to her money question she nodded, not really surprised at it as it seemed to fit his personality just fine. She was a bit more materialistic than he was but she liked the fact that he wasn't.
His question made her pause and she realized that they had jogged quite a distance. Motioning over to the lake that was only a few yards away she stopped her jog and started walking towards it, answering his question along the way. "From another wolf. A friend of mine back in Portland was turned into a vampire. Once she woke up she turned five others. None of our friends and I could figure out why she was ditching school every day and then coming to our houses at night acting like she was drunk. Luckily none of us invited her in as we were all scared of our parents." She stated with a humorless laugh. "Anyway I was out one night late, just got off of work and it was dark. Before I could make two steps a werewolf named Andrew showed up. He was one of the ones who really enjoyed being what he was and of course that immediately set me on edge. However before I could tell him to get lost my friend and the other five that she had turned showed up and tried to hurt us. He threw me a stake and I just looked at it like what the hell was I supposed to do with this? He clearly got off on it as he was brutal." She stated before shaking her head.
"Anyway, I refused to let my friend be killed like that as he was essentially torturing them so I sort of just jumped in and learned as I went, staking her quickly as I refused to let him do anymore damage to her. After we were done he showed me the basics of fighting and then tried to teach me how to torture them first...to which I told him to take a hike. After he left I took a few self defense classes and stuff like that, so really he taught me but I'm also self taught. What about you?" She asked him with a tilt of her head.
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Tag:: Oz
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Note:: No idea where this length came from today. I’m half asleep. Lol
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