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Tweak says, "It's a perfect likeness."

Daniel "Oz" Osborne (got_bit) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-10-13 14:05:00

Entry tags:

!active, daniel "oz" osbourne, day 26, location: in town, shannon rutherford

Who: Oz and OTA
What: Exploration
Where: Starting at the Clock Tower and continuing onward
When: Day 25, 930-ish am
Status/Rating: Active/Low PG

It had been an interesting sort of morning already. And, coming from a resident of Sunnydale, that was saying something. That was a strange sort of statement, Oz thought, considering that no one really knew what that something was that it was talking about. And it wasn't really saying anything; it was the person who said 'That was saying something' who said something. And what if the person wasn't terribly talkative? Then they weren't saying anything, in spite of the fact that events were still making the comparisons. Huh. Strange.

It was with these thoughts that the unfettered Oz was roaming the area. He liked to get to know where he'd be hanging out, after all. And was going to keep an eye out for any secluded sort of places that he could put up the sign for. Furry Club, Population Oz. He had thought about hanging out with English and Reid (safety in numbers) but decided that it was probably a good time to do his exploring before whoever ran this hootenanny decided they wanted to throw Oz fully into the party.

While walking, the redhead got to thinking about different things. Like the scents around the area, and Willow, and Sunnydale. And Willow. He hoped that she was alright. And that she wouldn't ever show up here. He was also wondering about this little place, rundown and ramshackle. But the lights were new. Odd. He stopped then, head cocking to one side just slightly. One arm crossed over his chest loosely, the other's elbow resting in cupped palm while he stroked a non-existant beard. Oz was regarding one of the buildings, contemplating the architecture.

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ballerinadreams
2009-10-29 12:18 am UTC (link)

Emotional vampires, Oz said. Shannon thought about that for a moment. "Yeah," she said in a dull voice, nodding solemnly. "That sounds about right," she agreed. While Shannon hadn't really thought of it that way, it made perfect sense. They were sucking all the emotion out of the captives until they were weak and tired and resigned to their own deaths to come. After a short moment, Shannon tried to shake it off and compose herself. If she needed to think about it more, she'd think about it later.

Once Oz had caught up and made the comment about the irony tied in with the pharmacy having the biggest liquor supply. "Only liquor supply by now, probably. There were a few cases of beer in the gas station my first day, but that was weeks ago; they haven't been replenishing that stuff very much," she replied. A weak smile and a huff came out when he went on. "Yeah, really. That and the pharmacy itself is totally stocked. I grabbed some stuff for headaches, but it's a pill addict's wet dream in there, or something," she replied.

They walked up the road and Shannon thought to herself that maybe she ought to switch drinks. Peppermint schnapps only made her think of Domeki now and how he'd reacted to the taste of it when he'd never had it before. It made her think of the day when she'd stumbled upon him, the small Asian kid who helped her find her inhalers and kept her secret; how he hadn't said a single word about how much more she'd drank or the horrible things she'd said about Sam before she'd bothered to get to know him.

Yeah. Apple Pucker this time.

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