i_avoidliving Reappercussions [ Oz ]
George had taken a vacation. Did it matter that George was only a part time worker at Happy Times Temporary Employment agency and did not actually have paid vacation time? No. Apparently who ever was dropping her post-it notes felt pretty much the same way. No new post-its in the past couple of weeks that she'd been hiding in her apartment. Being aware of your own dismemberment was enough to turn a person into a paranoid antisocial hermit.
And the guy that had given her his coat? Who she later found out through a front page newspaper article on The City Times was none other than the mayor of this town? He was right. George couldn't go to the police. She couldn't do a thing about what happened to her, due to the fact that she was a reaper and there was no evidence that anything wrong had ever occurred. Her helplessness scared her.
It was when she heard commotion in the hallway that George tried to sneak over to her front door. Her peep hole was broken and being irrationally nervous about who was there, she cracked open the door and peeked out with one brown eye, the rest of her being craftily hidden by said door. It was probably just the landlady puttering about, but one could never be too sure.
From: i_howlatthemoon Date: 05/21/2006 15:06:22
Oz was often found at the edges of commotions, mostly because the people he had been palling around with until recently tended to be quite capable of dealing with whatever was causing the commotion (usually it was a vampire or some primordial evil trying to take over California).
This time around however, it was Oz that was causing the commotion. Well indirectly, and the other party involved (as far as Oz could tell) just your average run of the mill apartment dweller who seemed to be in a rush to get somewhere. Well they had been in a rush until they had crashed into Oz's stack of belongs piled somewhat neatly outside his apartment door.
There had been a crash, a bang and some colorful language on the part of the other person before Oz had managed to get in a; "Sorry." Oz's apology might have been quick and to the point, but it was sincere, and the other person seemed to accept that. Oz didn't try and keep the conversation going, so far his attempts at that had been interesting at best. No one knew where California was, no one had heard of Sunnydale, this was 'The City' and apparently 'The City' was all there was.
With a shrug, Oz turned and watched his new neighbor leave and than set about picking up various belongings that had once been in his box of possessions and now lay scattered all over the floor. There wasn't a whole lot, traveling from Sunnydale to Tibet by way of Mexico and than back again had necessitated traveling light.
From: i_avoidliving Date: 05/21/2006 15:22:39
She must have felt a little better from her recent attack because she felt proactive enough to step out into the hall after neighbor hurried guy I never bothered to meet person fled from the scene. She placed one hand on her hip and stared.
"So. You're moving in?" Her voice achieved a new level of flat.
It was interrogation time! What if he was a serial killer? Or a hired assassin paid to kill nice old ladies by the mayor? Or an asshole?
From: i_howlatthemoon Date: 05/21/2006 15:32:53
Oz looked up, pausing as he reached for a psychology text book that was a left over from his short lived return to academia. That had to have been the shortest time between re-enrolling and dropping out ever, he bet he had set a record.
"Oh. Hey I didn't …" pause, it was not good manners to say I didn't smell you but it was true. He hadn't heard the door open and he hadn't smelled any new scent in the hall. In fact he still didn't …
Hmm. Interesting.
"Moving in? Looks like." A smile because there was no need to alienate more neighbors. "Moving into the apartment, not the hallway." Clarification just in case she was confused, because well his stuff was currently all over the hall. And who knew how people did things in this 'City'.
From: i_avoidliving Date: 05/21/2006 15:40:18
The only obvious conclusion that could be made was that the new neighbor must have been evil. She wasn't sure how, exactly, but he had to have been evil in some way. Red hair was evil, right?
So George reached for the first solution that came to mind. Push him away with her own special brand of social retardation.
"You know.. I was robbed.. um.. a few weeks ago. And the guy that lived here before me? He's dead. So.. uh.. yeah, have fun moving in!"
From: i_howlatthemoon Date: 05/21/2006 21:19:13
George shouldn't worry about the hair, given enough time, some funds and a sink Oz would be taking care of the red hair. He had had red hair for a few weeks now, he was overdue for a change in colour. Being a werewolf came with many "perks" but reading peoples minds wasn't one of them, so Oz couldn't let George know that she need not worry about him being evil on account of the hair though.
"You where robbed?" Hmm, he added 'deadbolt' to his list of things to buy. "Well, I don't have anything anyone would want to steel." He motioned to his stuff. His bass was locked away safely in his van.
"He died?" A pause than; "The apartment didn't kill him, right?"
From: i_avoidliving Date: 05/21/2006 21:31:45
George shrugged and then did a double take.
"...The apartment?"
Now he was evil AND crazy.
From: i_howlatthemoon Date: 05/22/2006 05:47:51
"Well, I mean it sounded like you where trying to dissuade me from moving in." Oz picked up a stray book that had almost escaped. "And I just wanted to make sue the apartment hadn't killed the guy. Because if it didn't .. well than I don't need to be worried."
Yes, this was Oz-logic at it's finest. Plus he came from a place where it was quite possible that an apartment could be evil and kill people.
Just because he hadn't seen any demons yet didn't mean they didn't reside here in The City.
From: i_avoidliving Date: 05/22/2006 20:23:49
George opened her mouth to come up with some kind of reply, ANY kind of witty reply which might have put the suspicious redhead in his place.
But it wasn't working.
She settled for pointing at him. Yes, dreaded pointing. There might have been an I'm onto you! but she said more with her steely glare.
...Before attempting to disappear quickly into her apartment before he tried anything... weird.
From: i_howlatthemoon Date: 05/23/2006 03:45:10
Oz blinked and than shook his head, okay his new neighbor was a little -- maybe a lot -- off. And he couldn't smell her. At all which was very weird. She also seemed a little … tense. But hey, she said she had been robbed.
And so far she hadn't sprouted fangs or had odd colored skin, or tried to eat him. So hey. Besides Oz was a werewolf, calling her on the no scent thing and demanding to know if she was a demon or something and than freaking out would be a situation of pot and kettle.
He figured he could ask her about it later. Long as the apartment didn’t eat him, because hey she hadn’t answered his question. Picking up the last of his stuff he went to enter his own apartment.