Daniel "Oz" Osborne (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} got_bit) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg,@ 2009-12-09 00:53:00 |
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Who: Oz and Remus
Where: The Museum first, then wherever they roam
What: Guilt, man.
When: Day..what day is this? I'll fix it later. Late morning.
Oz felt like shit. He knew exactly what happened and, honestly? That frightened him. It was hard to freak out a mellow guy like Oz, but someone who could control his change and had no qualms with putting an innocent person in with him? Frightening. So he had thought to keep to himself for the most part, find an area in the forest that he could camp out in during the next full moon. Big Bads wouldn't look for him there. Would they?
As guilty as he felt, the guilt was compounded by the fact that he was relieved that Willow wasn't around to either see or experience that. But that poor girl, Rose, was. And she was bit. He hoped that it wouldn't work. Or they had something for it. Or..something.
And that poor kid, Remus. Kid. He was maybe two years younger than Oz, really, but looked young. Somehow, Oz had a feeling that he might be the only one who would actually tell Remus that. Everyone else probably saw an old soul. He found out that Remus was hiding out in the museum and headed over that way, hands in his pockets and thoughts in his head. They might never ever come to vocal fruition, those thoughts, but it was probably good to have them anyway. He entered the museum and took a breath of air. Wasn't hard to sniff out the other one. He supposed that all wolves could find their own.
Once Remus was found, Oz was motioning his head toward the door. "Sunlight will do us good." Simply.
Where: The Museum first, then wherever they roam
What: Guilt, man.
When: Day..what day is this? I'll fix it later. Late morning.
Oz felt like shit. He knew exactly what happened and, honestly? That frightened him. It was hard to freak out a mellow guy like Oz, but someone who could control his change and had no qualms with putting an innocent person in with him? Frightening. So he had thought to keep to himself for the most part, find an area in the forest that he could camp out in during the next full moon. Big Bads wouldn't look for him there. Would they?
As guilty as he felt, the guilt was compounded by the fact that he was relieved that Willow wasn't around to either see or experience that. But that poor girl, Rose, was. And she was bit. He hoped that it wouldn't work. Or they had something for it. Or..something.
And that poor kid, Remus. Kid. He was maybe two years younger than Oz, really, but looked young. Somehow, Oz had a feeling that he might be the only one who would actually tell Remus that. Everyone else probably saw an old soul. He found out that Remus was hiding out in the museum and headed over that way, hands in his pockets and thoughts in his head. They might never ever come to vocal fruition, those thoughts, but it was probably good to have them anyway. He entered the museum and took a breath of air. Wasn't hard to sniff out the other one. He supposed that all wolves could find their own.
Once Remus was found, Oz was motioning his head toward the door. "Sunlight will do us good." Simply.