Daniel "Oz" Osbourne (sogoesmynation) wrote in ridgewayresort, |
It had been a long time since Oz had been around people who weren't either werewolves themselves or at the very least aware that he was one. It wasn't that he had a difficult time around normal humans. He mostly had the wolf under control, now. However, finding himself inexplicably in such a strange place, unable to escape, made the wolf edgy. And when the wolf got edgy, Oz did his best to avoid being around others, just in case.
However, it was one thing to stay outside for his first night there. It was another to continue to do so. Not to mention, the rain pretty much guaranteed that sleeping outside really wasn't much of an option unless he wanted to half-drown come morning. Considering his rather liked the option of not drowning, he finally decided to suck it up and check out the cabin.
Following the directions on the note, his eyebrows rose a bit as he drew closer. He could easily hear the music from outside, which was a pretty big indicator that he wasn't the first of the assigned bunk mates to arrive. For a brief second he considered turning around and heading back to the woods. Never mind the rain. Never mind the insistence from the manager that they should all interact. He had thought he could handle this but now...
Well, now he wasn't so sure.
"Guess there's just one way to find out," he mumbled to himself. Steeling his resolve, he made his way to the front door and stepped inside. The music was louder now. Loud enough to make his ears ache and remind him of an easier time, in school, when trying to find a gig for Dingoes Ate My Baby and work up the nerve to ask out the pretty, still unnamed, redhead had been his biggest worries. Things had changed drastically since then and, although Oz tended to go with the flow with little complaint, he had to admit to feeling a certain sense of nostalgia for those days.
Moving through the foyer, he decided to head to the source of the music. That seemed the most logical way to find whoever it was that was clearly partying it up. Their taste in music wasn't exactly something he agreed with, but to each his own, and Oz wasn't about to judge. Not even when he paused in the doorway of what he assumed was the living room area and finally caught sight of the person making all of the racket.
The corners of his mouth turned upward into a ghost of a smile - which, for him, really might as well have been a full-on grin - and he leaned lightly against the doorway. Arms hung loosely at his side and his eyes shown with amusement as he watched the pretty brunette dance her way around while singing quite merrily into a hairbrush.
He didn't try to shout over the music or get her attention in any way. He simply stood there, waiting for the song to end. Once it did and a brief second of silence enveloped the cabin, he finally spoke.
"Nice voice."