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Post by Daniel "Oz" Osbourne on Nov 8, 2013 0:51:54 GMT -6
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"I try?" Oz told her when she said he was cute, smart and puppy like, though he wasn't sure it was a complete compliment. Well at least he was right, or she insinuated that he was right about her being able to hold her own in a fight. Oz was usually pretty good at spotting who the fighters were and who the people who were likely to give up were, and she was not the give up and lay down and die type. She was the fight until the death type, same as a lot of his friends were. They had that much in common at least.
Part of him knew that her joking around and acting brave were just facades to hide that she was scared and embaressed about the fight with the vampire. She really didn't have to be, so Oz spoke up. "You know, me and my friends hunter vampires in high school. We sucked at it, half of them got away." Oz told her, hoping that if she found out that every person who tried to kill vampires struggled at one point or another then maybe she wouldn't feel so bad about it herself. She really had nothing to worry about, she wasn't gonna be an expert overnight after all.
He shrugged. "I dunno, there might be one, but I was just making a bad joke." Oz said as she asked if there was a hunter fan club or something. He didn't know it was a joke and she didn't really give him any hint that it was meant to be a joke, so he thought she was being serious about it. Oz wondered if he should tell her about being from Sunnydale or not. She seemed to want to know, and if she was from California as well like she claimed, then she knew about Sunnydale, there was just no way that she hadn't heard of Sunnydale.
"I am from Sunnydale." He told her, wondering how she would react to such news. Chelcie didn't seem like the type to get all sympathetic about ones home town being destroyed, but Oz really didn't know if she would or not. "So you don't like monsters?" He asked Chelcie. He guessed it was good to know, now he knew he probably shouldn't tell her about what he was, she clearly hated the things that weren't exactly human and he didn't want to get into a fight with her, he wasn't a monster like that and he would much rather run from her.
Oz shrugged as she spoke. "You will find out that I am often right." Oz told her truthfully as they finally arrived at the bar and they went in. He ordered them each a beer. "Hope beer is ok." Oz told her as the bartender came over with their beers. He doubted the bartender would try and card her, seeing as she looked old enough to pass as a 21 year old, on top of that, this bar seemed a bit shady anyways, so he doubted they cared.
Tags: Chelcie Ryans
Words: 512
Notes: None
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Post by ~Chelcie Brooke Ryans on Nov 11, 2013 8:40:49 GMT -6
 -----------------------[/b] Chelcie didn’t really give compliments; they in fact were rarely said. She didn’t feel the need for them; she knew how good she was. She having somebody throw acclaim at her wasn’t important, and Chelcie thought everybody else should be the same; she despised people who fished for compliments. What was it really, she certainly didn’t need somebody’s approval and pat on the back.
Even still at times it was necessary, Chelcie didn’t understand why and she didn’t want to. The young girl just supposed, it was what people usually did in first encounters. “Yeah well, don’t get use to it. I don’t hand good praise out often.” She stated it’s all a bit too much for me personally.” She just waved this off, as spending a little too much time around Harper, she didn’t know anybody who was grumpier then that old hermit.
She was hoping that she wasn’t so scared, that it was obvious to Oz. She wasn’t really frightened, embarrassment was the better word. But even that she didn’t want. “Wait let’s reverse a bit!” If there was one thing that Chelcie hadn’t been expecting, it was that Oz his old high school use to fight vampires. “You use to fight vampires in high school!” she repeated, forgetting that keeping the word quiet was generally better for everybody, “That’s badass with a capital B.”
“I see jokes hate you too; I’ve never really understood them.” She admitted, while also confirming to Oz that she had been joking. Chelcie was grateful that there wasn’t some hunters fan club about, otherwise she would have had to been forced to murder everyone who thought of the bright idea. “It’s probably best there isn’t a fan club.”
“Sunnydale, huh I’ve never heard of it are you sure it’s in California?” Not a question that Chelcie had been planning on asking, it was a foolish query by anybody’s standard. The name didn’t even remotely come into her head, guess I don’t know California as well as I thought. “What’s it like?” she asked. “Duh, isn’t that why we fight them? I mean you’re a hunter too.” Perhaps it was just how she had been raised, but Chelcie hated things that weren’t human just on principle. “Although vampires are the worst as you’d probably agree.”
“You’re always right?” Chelcie asked Oz sceptically, as they walked into the bar. “Beers fine but I feel like wanting to test your theory.” She stated playfully, not quite flirting but definitely friendlier than usual. Chelcie was trying harder at least.
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Post by Daniel "Oz" Osbourne on Nov 13, 2013 2:48:43 GMT -6
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Oz nodded as she said she didn't give out compliments often and to not get use to it. "I guess I knew that already." He told her honestly. She did seem like the type that didn't hand out compliments that often. Oz didn't mind it really, everyone was different and some people just didn't like to give out compliments to others. That was just the way they were. Oz could understand that about Chelcie, just like he didn't talk that much when he could help it and he didn't express his emotions often either, thats the way he was and thats the way she was.
"Yeah, we weren't very good at it." Oz answered her truthfully. Yeah they got lucky and ended up staking the vampire every once in awhile, but for the most part, the vampire got away. It was a little upsetting, of course, but they were doing the best they could without Buffy around, and it wasn't like a normal town with a few vampires, it was the hellmouth, where every monster, demon, vampire seemed to want to hang out. So they had a ton of targets and it wasn't easy. "Thanks." Oz answered honestly when she said it was badass.
She seemed to be pretty impressed by it. "Oh, ok." Oz said with a smile, he should of known she was joking. Some times it went over his head. "Yeah your right, it probably is for the best. If we did have a fan club, it would be a big target for vampires." Oz told her, it was kind of the truth, if a vampire found out about a vampire fan club, it would be all over it as it would be basically like a buffet for them. She then asked him if he was sure Sunnydale was in California. Oz nodded in response and frowned as he took a drink of his beer.
"Well, it was but it isn't anymore. It kind of got destroyed." Oz told her it was still a sore subject, but she asked and he decided to answer. "Well I wouldn't call myself a hunter, I just help out when I can when I run into one." Oz told her honestly. He has helped kill his fair share, but it wasn't like he did it every day, only when he was needed would he do it. "I guess I am a hunter's assistant, a side kick so to speak." Oz said honestly. "Really how do you plan on testing it?" Oz asked her with a shrug.
Tags: Chelcie Ryans
Words: 425
Notes: Maybe your next post can end it, seeing as it is close to the deadline?
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Post by ~Chelcie Brooke Ryans on Nov 16, 2013 0:39:10 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] Chelcie didn’t come off as the friendliest girl to most people, this night with Oz was one of the few exceptions. She didn’t trust people easily. Her mentor did play a large part in this, as a hunter it’s always better to go it alone. she could see him telling her in her mind’s eye, you can’t trust anybody. But then what would Harper know, he was just some old hermit who feared technology. At times even she had to wonder, that what he would tell her, had anything to his words. Some of what he has told her made perfect sense, but other things Harper just seemed foolish.
“You still put the bad in ass,” Chelcie stated, Oz and everybody else who he was talking about. They must have only been children, teenagers at the most because he certainly didn’t seem that old, Oz looked maybe thirty at the oldest. At that age, the only thing she had to worry about was boys, while keeping her studies on track. “I just bet you tell all the girls that story?” Chelcie winked, the conversation was about to turn a little too serious in her opinion. The joke was just a way to make sure that didn’t happen.
The worst thing that she would think of was a supernatural hunter’s fan club. But the scary thing was, Chelcie knew what with all the embarrassing, sparkling vampire phase that was the current trend, it was a real possibility. If the vampires didn’t massacre the fan club, then it would be her. “I wouldn’t be able to cope with a hunter’s fan club.” She stated before ripping on the current trend, “I really have to try to not spill the blood of everyone who likes sparkly vampires.”
Then it dawned on her, what town Oz was talking about; except she didn’t know that it had been a town. “Oh, that place. I had just thought that was just another grand canyon.” She stated far too casually, considering where the conversation had led to. “But I hope you’re ready for this, nobody can hold their liquor better then I can.”
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Post by ADMIN ASHLEY on Dec 31, 2013 0:46:44 GMT -6
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