Oz
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Post by Oz on Nov 8, 2011 2:39:45 GMT 9.5
The Bronze was packed, full of its usual music, dancers, and minglers. He sat alone at a table, lost in thought, barely registering the crowd bustling around him. Appearing to the normal eye as just an average person, maybe a bit on the rebellious side with the wild hair and black painted fingernails. A knowing eye however would probably notice the slight subtleties. The twitch of a nose scenting the air, or the very slight tilt of the head when a particularly high note came from the speakers on stage.
Oz’s eyes remained fixed on his glass, silent debate running through his mind. How he ever got on this subject was unknown but now he was stuck, a plausible answer would seem within reach only to slip through his fingers. Ice clinked as the glass moved to his mouth, he would need a refill soon. Maybe a good buzz would get this ridiculous conundrum to let go of his mind.
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Post by Alaki Carolina Istvosqi on Nov 10, 2011 10:09:13 GMT 9.5
Alaki wandered into the local hot spot known as The Bronze at a very late hour. She wasn't exactly sure what time it was because she didn't have a watch but the waxing half moon was high in the sky when she finally made it to the club.
The Bronze seemed to be just as busy as it usually was. Alaki skirted around the dance floor, trying to ignore the sound of the music as it beat against her skull, until she reached a slightly quieter, less crowded section of the club and sat down on a barstool next to a cute-looking rebel-type guy--human but Alaki didn't really mind. Lately she'd started nurturing a certain fondness for the species, they weren't all morons like she'd thought they were, the Slayer and her gang were living proof of that.
So, she sat next to this human boy, ordered herself a beer from the bartender, then turned to the human boy. "You look troubled," she said taking a swig from her beer as she studied his face. He looked familiar, spikey red hair, a certain wisdom in his eyes. It took Alaki a minute to place him but when she finally did she smiled, showing inhumanly sharp canines. "Where's that redhead girlfriend of yours wolf-boy?" [/font][/color]
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Oz
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Post by Oz on Nov 10, 2011 10:29:57 GMT 9.5
“Hey.” Oz stated his usual simple greeting when a voice spoke up at his side, eyes remained still but his nose gave a slight twitch. He already knew she was a vampire, she had that faint ashy smell that seemed to linger around her kind. A black finger nail tapped lightly on his empty glass before pushing it forward motioning the bartender to bring another.
While waiting for his drink Oz let his eyes drift up to the dance floor. Seeming to take in everything and nothing at the same time before they settled on the lady seated next to him. “You are?”
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Post by Alaki Carolina Istvosqi on Nov 10, 2011 10:48:26 GMT 9.5
Alaki smiled at Wolf-boy's display of what could be considered intelligence for being human--well mostly human. Instead of panicking at her knowing his dirty little secret he'd used his nose to sniff out what she was. Smart boy. "Name's Alaki," she replied and held her hand out to him to shake. [/color]
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Oz
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Post by Oz on Nov 10, 2011 11:02:42 GMT 9.5
“Oz.” He replied in a neutral tone, reaching his hand out to briefly grasp hers in a quick shake. He didn’t have anything better to do at the moment, other than sit here and let his mind run circles with ridiculous speculations, so he might as well strike up a conversation, even if it was with a vampire. Oz's attention returned briefly to the bar as the bartender set a newly filled glass in front of him. "Come here often?"
Oz brought the glass to his lips as her previous question moved its way to the front of his mind~ Where’s that redhead girlfriend of yours wolf boy?~ He assumed she meant Willow. How long had it been? He remembered those last moments in his van before what was suppose to be his final departure from Sunnydale but instead here he was. Drawn back to this place like a moth to a flame. Van parked out front, a little worse for wear with all the miles it had accumulated, while he sat here at the bar. Contemplating the meaning of life, how it began, where it was going, did it have any meaning, or was it all just some big cosmic accident.
Devon had already spotted him, practically begging Oz to stay, rejoin the Dingoes. Would he stay? Should he stay? Would his old friends welcome the wayward werewolf back into their midst especially when he once again had no control over the wolf side, like an addict falling off the wagon.
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Post by Vera Barton on Nov 14, 2011 11:05:05 GMT 9.5
Vera was on the dance floor, her body moving to the beat of the fast paced song coming from the band on stage. They were okay, not the greatest, but not the worst either. She turned around to get closer to her current dance partner, some guy with black hair that had asked her to dance she didn’t catch his name.
As the song began to wind down someone caught her eye through the crowd of people. She leaned to the side trying to get a better look, was it? His back was turned but she was almost sure it was. Vera pushed past her dance partner leaving the guy behind as she made her way through the crowd to get a better look.
It was! “Oh my god Oz!” She smiled making her way up to his side. “Where have you been man! Does Devon know you’re here!”
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Post by Oz on Nov 14, 2011 12:36:49 GMT 9.5
“Vera.” Oz’s attention drifted from Alaki to the boisterous blond now standing at his left side before lifting his glass once again, finishing off the liquid inside. He reached in to pull out an ice cube tossing it into his mouth, crunching it easily before the glass returned to the bar.
“Around and yeah, I talked to Devon.” He paused for a moment wondering if maybe it would be best to leave, before he caught anyone’s else’s attention. Leave and go...where? He didn't know where he belonged anymore, maybe he didn't belong anywhere. Oz motioned to the bartender for yet another drink.
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Post by Willow Rosenburg on Nov 14, 2011 13:19:14 GMT 9.5
Walking into the Bronze, Willow looked around as she listened to the beat of the music pounding from the speakers. Closing her eyes and taking in the atmosphere. Looking at the cell phone that Dawn insisted she carry, Willow furrowed her eyebrows at the time. The younger girl said she would be here but Willow didn't see her anywhere. Maybe she was early or something?
Looking toward the stage, she smiled at the band playing then took off her jacket revealing a billowy green top with long bell sleeves over a pair of black jeans. Earlier that day she had gotten a hair cut and it framed her face rather nicely. Walking over to the bar, she waved at the bartender then ordered the usual drink she drank when she came here.
Turning her attention toward the others at the bar, she furrowed her eyebrows as her eyes set on a familiar face. No...it couldn't be. Blinking several times, she took in Oz's features and took in a sharp breath. Well, this was certainly awkward. Smiling a little, she thanked the bartender, leaving a tip for him on the bar and sat down, not wanting to disturb Oz as he talked to the others.
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Post by Vera Barton on Nov 15, 2011 11:57:24 GMT 9.5
“So…” Vera leaned against the bar, her hand made it ways up to play with a bit of her blond hair, twirling it in her fingers as she watched Oz. “You gonna stick around and join the band again? That would be awesome, the new guys kind of lame.”
She was curious about why he up and left in the first place. Devon said it probably had something to do with Oz’s old girlfriend. Leave it to a girl to break up a perfectly good band, Vera thought to herself. Although she wouldn’t mind hooking up with Devon herself, the guy had a good voice. She blushed a bit at the thought, biting at her lip before she let go of her hair turning her attention back to Oz. “Well?”
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Post by Oz on Nov 15, 2011 13:42:09 GMT 9.5
“Not sure.” Oz replied to Vera with an honest answer, his attention drifted to his hands and the glass they held. A dull ache began to build at the back of his eyes. It suddenly felt too crowded in here. Sounds too loud, the voices of everyone talking around him, the steady beat of the music pounding into his head, The smells of so many people in one place, sweat, and alcohol, and…he smelled her, she was nearby. Oz fought the strong urge to look up, to try and find her, to find Willow.
He reached into the pocket of his brown jacket tossing some money onto the bar. “Keep the change.” Oz said to the bartender as he stood turning away, not bothering with goodbyes to Alaki or Vera. He kept his eyes fixed to the floor moving slowly through the bustling crowd of The Bronze. Trying to avoid touching or looking at anyone though it was a bit difficult, there were so many.
It wasn’t until he made it out the door and to his van that Oz let himself stop, taking in a deep breath leaning against the vans side. He reached for the drivers door, opening it and sliding behind the steering wheel. He closed the door and just sat there not moving for the keys in the ignition just yet.
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Post by Dawn Summers on Nov 15, 2011 14:07:36 GMT 9.5
Arriving on the scene dressed in a 'borrowed' outfit consisting of a black leather jacket, crimson spaghetti strap tanktop and black pants, Dawn smiled as she listened to the beat of the music coming from the Bronze. Having brushed her brown hair back over her shoulders and curling it somewhat, she was ready for a night out. Sure, her secret had been blown about her apparently having 'inherited' Buffy 'gifts' of Slayerage, but that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun...right?
Stopping just outside the Bronze, she looked toward a familiar sight. Blinking she shook her head and ran a hand through her hair. It was a van...that much was sure...but she recognized it. How did she recognize it? Furrowing her eyebrows, she saw Oz get into the van and bit her lip. She knew that he might not know her really...but thanks to the memories that had been implanted when she was made...she knew who he was. Looking toward the Bronze, she made her way into the club then saw Willow sitting alone, looking slightly forlorn. "Willow...I just saw the oddest sight..."
Noticing the look on Willow's face, she realized that Willow did know. "He's outside...what are you waiting for? Go talk to him...catch up on old times!" Pulling Willow up, she pushed her toward the door "No ifs, ands, nor buts...GO!"
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Post by Willow Rosenburg on Nov 15, 2011 14:16:21 GMT 9.5
Watching Oz leaving the Bronze, Willow sighed and looked away. Goddess...she knew it was uncomfortable for him. She hated it when she made people uncomfortable. Everyone knew that. She always seemed to wear her emotions on her sleeve when it came to times like this. Sipping her drink, she sighed and shook her head. She wished she could say something to him.
Hearing a familiar voice approaching, Willow looked up then furrowed her eyebrows, taking Dawn's outfit in. "Dawnie...you better not expect to take that jacket off. If that top is what I think it is...yeah...not letting you take that jacket..." Cutting off there, she heard what Dawn said and gasped out as she was yanked to her feet. "What...? But...I don't..."
Feeling the shove, she sighed and looked back at the younger girl again, then rolled her eyes. "Fine..." Walking to the bar and ordering Oz's favorite drink, she thought that would make a great peace offering. Paying for it, she walked out of the Bronze and bit her lip, seeing the van with Oz behind the wheel. Watching him for a few seconds, she sighed and looked down then breathed in slightly and finally walked over to the driver's side.
Seeing the window down, she slowly extended the drink toward Oz and smiled softly "Um...hi. Long time no see. Thought you could...you know...use a drink." Tilting her head, she smiled a little "How...have you been doing?"
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Oz
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Post by Oz on Nov 15, 2011 15:02:11 GMT 9.5
Oz heard that familiar voice, she was right there, right there outside the van window. Oz kept his eyes fixed forward not looking at Willow. He knew he should have left, probably never should have come back to this town to begin with…but…was this really what he wanted, where he wanted to be. Was that the reason his hand hadn’t reached for the keys.
“Hi.” Oz said quietly keeping a neutral look on his face, not answering her question or reaching for the drink just yet. “Look Willow, I’ll…leave if you want me to, just say the word…” He paused, silence seemed to hang thick in the air as he waited for her response.
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Post by Willow Rosenburg on Nov 15, 2011 15:42:21 GMT 9.5
Blinking and furrowing her eyebrows as she listened to Oz, Willow sighed and looked away, brushing the bangs out of her eyes. Remembering the last night that she had shared with Oz...it wasn't that great of a memory. And she was shocked to see him here but...it was time to let bygones be bygones. Taking in a deep breath, she shook her head and focused her green eyes on him then smiled a little.
"Oz...you don't have to leave. The past...is the past, you know?" Shrugging, she sighed then looked away for a moment as her thoughts fell on Tara.. Taking in a sharp intake of breath, she quickly, mentally, shook that image out of her mind. "Really, it's all right...I just wanted to see how you've been doing." Feeling a night breeze blow by her, she shuddered a little, then looked to the drink in her hand "Why don't you have a few drinks with me? What, you going to make me drink this all by myself?"
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Post by Oz on Nov 16, 2011 9:30:37 GMT 9.5
Oz sat for a moment processing her words, hand lowered from the steering wheel as he finally turned his head eyes settling on the red head standing at the drivers window and…suddenly felt like a fool. It was Willow standing there. Willow with a welcoming smile holding out a drink for him. There was no rage, the sky didn’t fall, there was just a friend willing to accept him regardless of past mistakes.
Oz reached for the door handle opening the door just enough to step out without Willow having to move back. He shut the door gently noticing how her green top matched her eyes which seemed to hold no hate towards him. What had he been expecting? For her to light up a torch and chase him out of town? Funny how things never turned out the way your mind worried they would.
“Thanks.” He took the drink from Willow, looking at it for a moment before looking back up at her again. “I’m fine, just over thinking things.” Oz took a drink, features lightening just a bit, he could feel the dull ache behind his eyes begin to subside. “How has everyone been? Buffy staying out of trouble?”
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