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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 5:23 pm
"It's a plan, then!" Sabin exclaimed, dusting off his hands and leading Oz back towards the elevator.
"Though, I would hope you're not a seamstress. Or else I'd have to say that you were one ugly woman." He winked.
"Floor One" He spoke, and the elevator carried them back down, dinging open again.
Sabin led him back down the same sterile entry hall to the lobby, where the same guardsman was waiting.
"Mike here will take you to the duplex that you'll be staying in, and I'll have a package sent to your room within the hour." Sabin beamed. "I hope that you have a wonderful stay, Oz."
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 5:32 pm
Sabin made a very good point - he would make one ugly woman. Oz just laughed it off, even snorting once or twice, which incited red blushes all along his cheeks.
"Charming. Is everyone this flattering?" he joked, following the doctor back into the lift.
This guy seemed alright. Maybe a little aloof at times, but he seemed friendly enough, and certainly helpful. As he stepped from the lift, he spotted the guard again.
"Oh goody, my friend's back," he said sarcastically. He turned to face Sabin.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, doctor..." then it occurred to him that he'd never got his name. But was it really that important at this stage? He was likely to see him again in the therapy and psych sessions.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 5:36 pm
Sabin grinned along with Oz's sarcasm. "Oh! My manners, I must have left them in my other hat. My name is Sabin. Dr. Sabin Duvert. And it was very nice to meet you, Oz!" He shook the man's hand again before waving him off.
"Have fun tonight!" And with that, Sabin, turned an eager step back to the room he had set up to moniter the party, and prepare for the night's events.
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 5:47 pm
Dr. Sabin Duvert. Well, a bit of a weird name, but who am I to judge? My parents must have drank too much wine when they named me.
"You'll be residing in duplex 74. Its an upper floor duplex, so you'll have a neighbour living just below you," Mike turned his back on Oz and simply walked back to the jeep.
Oz eyed Mike with a tiny smirk, just mentally chuckling at his reluctance to talk about anything, unless it was related to his job. He clambered back into the jeep, his thoughts now floating back to the delightful jungle scenery he would be passing through once more. Images of his possible neighbours drifted through his skull too. What would they be like? Would they like him? What costume had the doctor got in reserve?
It was ironic that Oz should drift away so easily into this jungle fantasy - he'd have to spend a lot of time there one day.
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 9:25 am
One big British bottom
31.10.06 - Mmmm, brand new duplex smell Oz was almost happy to see the back of that jeep. And Mike. He hadn't been nearly as friendly as the doctor and was a questionable driver. No pleasantries were exchanged after Mike had explaining how the intercom worked and handed over the keys. Oz at least tried to be polite and waved after Mike before lugging his suitcase up the stairs. He glanced at the duplex on the ground floor briefly, wondering if his neighbour might be in. And might lend a hand. But that wasn't the best way to introduce oneself - 'Hi, wanna help me carry my luggage up these stairs while I be a lazy bum?' Nope. He'll just have to suffer in silence this one time and make himself known in a better way. First impressions count. The keys rattled around in the lock, followed by the slight creak of the door as it swung open. Inside, it looked like a fancy prison cell. Practically grey from top to bottom. To say Oz was expecting something more colourful was an understatement. He lingered in the doorway a few moments longer, mentally taking stock of what would be his home now for however long his rehab would take. Maybe after a few months and many dirty clothes later, it would start to feel more like his flat back in Nottingham. Until then, time to settle in. He wheeled his suitcase in just behind him and tossed his duffel bag onto the large bed with a thud. At least it had nice clean sheets. Oz was completely useless at anything domesticated. As he switched on the lights by the door, he could just spy the party tent and watched a multitude of staff filing in and out as it was setup. He smiled, quite excited for the party. He hadn't been in any social situations for months. Maybe some of his old chat-up lines would still work. Considering his engagement for the evening, Oz decided not to unpack just yet. He'd have plenty of the time in the morning. But he certainly had to change. He felt so grubby and unclean. The tropic climate did not sit well with his body, which was used to British weather normally consisting of rain and wind and cloud. The temperatures were a foreign concept to Oz. So he peeled the damp clothing from his clammy body and scuttled into the shower, setting it on cold. "YEE-OW!" he shrieked in a girly manner, shuddering all over and then began to wash himself briskly with the complimentry shower gel and sponge. As he scoured and probed every part of his body in this ritual of cleanliness, he thought more and more about how he wanted to change all this during his stay at the clinic. For a start, his tummy. His podge. Whilst not being grotesquely fat, it was noticeable and was caused by too much alcohol and too many takeways. He'd already started to lose a bit of weight with his job at the meat warehouse, since it was fairly physically demanding. But he practically looked forward to intense workouts in the gym first described by the gentlemen from Feral Labs. Next was his arms. They were thick but not muscular. He could only imagine how impressive he would look one day with a flat stomach and toned pecs and biceps. The little hole in his arm where Sabin had jabbed him with a needle still continued to itch slightly. Strangely enough, he had no gripes with his legs. They'd stayed fairly toned from his daily walk to work. Oz turned the power dial to off and reached out for a towel...only to fondle the empty towel bar. "Crud," he grunted. But Oz wasn't one to be shy in his own place, so he happily wandered from the bathroom to his bedroom in the nude. Thank god, for the general public, that he was on a top floor duplex. He fumbled around in his suitcase for the large towel he'd packed (he'd later find some complimentary towels and such in the wardrobe). By this time, a package had been left outside Oz's duplex door, with a small note shoved underneath. Oz noticed it as he wrapped the towel about his lower-torso. It read 'Compliments of Dr. Sabin Duvert'. "Oh, this must be the costume," he said as he opened the door and found a white box. Inside, folded neatly was a black, furry gorilla suit, complete with fairly realistic gorilla head mask, gloves and feet. Oz nodded in approval, a cheeky grin curling across his face as he returned to his room. Maybe it was a good thing if people didn't see his face today - the gorilla face seemed more handsome.
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 10:47 am
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!31.10.06 - One hell of a party...emphasis on HELL.Happy Halloween!
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 7:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 7:16 pm
Dreams be dreams
01.11.06 - Following the events of the party, Oz just can't get to sleep The advantage of having lost his gorilla head mask was that now he needn't bother removing it to get his keys. Oz had hauled himself up the stairs, feeling like he'd been run over by a car, and then a bus. It wasn't that the evening had been partiularly stressful (eventhough it had been) but that combined with his early start and travelling, the day had been very long for him. And it was catching up with him. Oz suddenly jarred, dropping his keys to his chest. His left knee. It sparked and convulsed in cramp. "Ah crap!" he shouted, doubling over as he clutched his knee. He fumbled for his keys again, this time yanking his chain from around his neck and ramming the key into the lock. He had to get inside! The light was thrown into dim yellow illumination as he flicked on the switch. In a rather comical fashion, he hobbled over to his bed and slumped down onto it, rubbing his left knee furiously. Then he supported his weight on his palms as he leaned his torso back but stretched his left leg out. He threw his head back in pain, gritting his teeth and rasping his breath. "CRAP! Crap crap crap," he muttered to himself. Oz took deep breaths. There was nothing he could take for the pain until he could request some ibuprofen gel. The dope had forgotten to pack it. With his weariness creeping in over the pain, he peeled the slightly sticky and strangely smelling gorilla suit from his clammy body and dropped it to the floor. Following that, he threw his gorilla gloves and boots onto the floor beside the suit, then crawled beneath the duvet. What should have been a deep, instant sleep was far from what happened next. When he wasn't tossing and turning from the gradually disappearing pain in his leg, Oz's sleep was punctuated by snippets of the evening. But some images had become mangled into a nightmare. Dripping meatsacks squirming and convulsing. Feverish whispers and haunting screams and sobs. Terrible beasts that transcended all rules of nature. And an uneasy feeling that almost penetrated into his real self. Then nothingness. Deep sleep with nothing. It all melted away as vapour slowly filled the room. "Huh...wha?" Oz awoke with a start, snorting and eyes half-closed in morning bleariness. A string of drool attached him to the pillow and disintegrated as he slowly pulled himself up. He rolled his broad shoulders and stretched out his arms, grunting and groaning. His left hand came to settle on the back of his neck, which ached terribly. Oz rolled his head next, just trying to loosen up that god-awful ache. At least his knee didn't hurt anymore.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 1:54 pm
Walking with mermaids01.11.06 - Oz goes for a walk around the village in the aftermath of the party's revelaionsWalking with mermaids
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 1:56 pm
Just a peek...
01.11.06 - Sayuri is sleeping in Oz's bed. What sane man would could resist a quick peek? Oz tried to blink the sleepiness away. It would seem sleep was either infectious, or Sayuri's change had been as wearing on his body as it had been on hers. His knee throbbed and pulsed, sending shooting pains up and down his leg in little bursts. He lurched himself forward from the wall, stretching out his left leg and began massaging his knee. When he looked over his room, Sayuri's sleeping form came as a surprise. He'd almost forgotten about her being there. How long had he been napping? Satisfied that his knee would behave, if only for the next half-hour or so, he hauled himself to his feet. He grunted and groaned as he stretched his muscles, starting with his shoulders and back. Everything still seemed very dream-like, almost like the night-after a drinking session. As was usual after such a night, Oz went to the bathroom to relieve himself and freshen up. Whatever was still there when he got back was real. Sayuri was still there, breathing softly in deep sleep. He looked down at her, his face blank as a million things ran through his mind at once. Then he saw them. Her gills. Slowly opening and closing with each soft sigh. Suddenly, he was filled with a morbid curiosity that most men displayed at a younger age, when they tended to poke things now and ask questions later. Crouching by the bed, Oz took a closer look at Sayuri's gills. "Blegh..." he uttered in near silence, quite frankly put off by the fact these were on a human instead of a fish. When the gills were closed, he gently ran a finger over them, feeling the bumps they made on the skin. But he didn't do this too often - he didn't want to wake Sayuri up. In fact, he was almost tempted to take a closer look at her tail and legs, wondering if the scales were as real as they appeared. But something on the other end of this dainty girl caught his eye instead. The duvet had become loose about her chest, giving Oz quite the opportunity to oogle the bodyparts which had enraptured his interest so much the night before. Wonderment just washed over his face, a cheeky smile beginng curl at the corners of his mouth. He began to lean over Sayuri's form a little, so that he could see more of her. Then Oz was overcome with giddy glee, having to retreat from the bedside. It was so tempting, her just lying there. He could easily give a quick fondle and she'd never know. But there it was. A little bit of guilt twinged in the pit of his stomach, and he knew he shouldn't do it. As much as he REALLY wanted to. No action for 6 months would make any man desperate. He could at least have one last peek before he covered her up. Later that day, Oz escorted Sayuri back to her duplex, but that blessed imaged would not leave his mind, nor would that cheeky smile leave his face.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 9:14 am
YAY! ANOTHER NORMAL PERSON!03.11.06 - Oz (literally) stumbles into his neighbour Aislinn, and is maybe a little pleased to see that she's still humanOde to...er...drinking
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 9:45 am
At least they have Playboy magazines here...04.11.06 - A little trip to the entertainment room brings up questins of 'What will I be?' followed by an escape plotA-Z of what might be
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 3:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 5:13 pm
Of sports and plays13.11.06 - Oz gets 'hired' by Gaius to help with the new theatre constructionOsbourne Caldwell Finding the need to keep his mind off things AND burn off the calories of a few too many muffins at breakfast, Oz had hit the workout room like a tonne of bricks. He practically tried everything at least once, in short 15 minute bursts, getting a feel for what he was still capable of doing. Unfortunately, his leg was not co-operating, so the treadmills and stair machines were a big no-no. So, it was weight training today, and it was on the butterfly-weight machine he could be found, feeling his muscles burn as he drew them together and the weights were lifted by pulleys behind his head. Gaius Harper The past mornings, Gaius had begun frequenting the gym almost religiously. While before he'd dropped by during slow hours to work on general weight-training, now he had a specific purpose. The leg machines, specifically the lifts for his thighs and calves, had been his primary focus in his attempt to build up the muscle for better supporting himself. Towel draped around his long neck, Gaius didn't bother to look in to see if there was anyone else around as he entered. Leaning on his walking stick as always and humming to himself, Gaius headed for the usual machines, but paused as he caught sight of his company. A look-over brought recognition and a smile - it was the guy from the Halloween party! ...And the beach party. Well, that was old news anyways, now. "Hey!" he called, waving a hand at... Ah, it started with an O... Od? Oto? Osbourne Caldwell Quite engrossed in his training, and determined to push himself, Oz was unaware of any company. Until he was spoken to. Looking around feverishly, his eyes fell upon the poor fellow with the stretched neck and supporting himself with a walking stick. He could just about remember him from the bonfire party, but that was a...uh oh...oh crap, the bonfire party! Oz lost his concentration and his arms were thrown back, the weights on the back of the machine falling with a loud clank. "Oww...err...hi," he waved back awkwardly. Gaius Harper Gaius winced at the sudden lashback of the weight machine, large ears twitching back. "Sorry! Didn't mean to interrupt!" Quickly moving himself over to the leg curls, he maneuvered one of his legs between the pads and adjusted the pressure up. Lifting up his leg brought a decent amount of resistance - a couple repetitions of that would build up a good burn. Glancing back at Oz, Gaius couldn't help but notice his... very human features, reminding himself of just how strange he himself looked. An easy thing to forget when he lived among freaks every day. "You, uh, been doing alright since the Halloween stuff?" Gaius asked, trying to start up a little conversation to cover the awkward silence. He wished there was some music in the gym... "I mean, I know a lot of folks were really down after that..." Osbourne Caldwell If Gaius felt uneasy or awkward about Oz's appearance, can you imagine how Oz must feel? This was his first real encounter with Gaius though, as both parties hadn't enabled him to get to know the horsey fellow. But that neck...youch...Oz tried his very hardest not to wince or grimace, especially since he'd seen a lot worse recently! "Uhh...yeah...I kind of feel like a jerk though...I mean, everyone's 'costumes'...were actually real..." he replied. Oz 'unhooked' his arms from the weight machine and reached down to grab his bottle of water, taking a quick swig. His eyes never left Gaius' awkwardly stretched legs as they relaxed and tensed on the exercise machine. Gaius Harper If Gaius noticed the staring, he didn't let on, focussing on working the muscles instead. "'Costumes'?" He gave Oz a confused look. "You mean the armor and stuff? 'Cause I can guarantee I'm not a real knight!" Finishing off one leg, Gaius shifted on the seat to slide the other one in and continued, using the towel around his shoulders to whipe down the side of his long neck. "Don't feel like a jerk, it's an easy mistake to make... besides, I didn't know about Nita either..." he muttered. Osbourne Caldwell Oz felt all kinds of stupid trying to explain himself. Afterall, at a big party like that, how many of them would have known he'd arrived that day? "No...I mean...the furry stuff...I thought it was all costume, with another costume on top sorta thing..." he said, feeling rather dense now that he said it aloud. Seriously, who wears double-costumes these days! Eeeep! He mentioned Nita. Oz's face dropped and he physically looked flustered. Blushing wouldn't be noticed whilst he was still hot and sweaty from the workout. "Oh god, I am so sorry about that. If I had known you were, sort of, with her, I wouldn't have chosen her," he said, in a hurry to apologise. Gaius Harper Gaius couldn't suppress the chuckle at Oz's reaction. It wasn't that he felt malicious, but the guy really did look embarassed about the whole thing and Gaius could even see himself in that position. "I dunno about 'double costumes,' but don't worry, I was, uh, mistaken about Nita too." His smile turned sheepish and he arched his neck down, remembering how foolish he'd felt. "I thought I was more 'with her' than we actually were... but it's okay. We've worked things out now." Glancing up from his bent position, Gaius flashed the big guy a small smile. While he wasn't mad at the guy, it was nice to know he felt bad about the thing. "Still, thanks for the apology. Just hope you have better luck with women than I seem to!" Osbourne Caldwell Just hope you have better luck with women than I seem toShould he mention Sayuri? Nope. It'd probably do more harm than good, in more ways than one. For a start, Oz didn't need anyone thinking he took advantage of girls like Sayuri. Secondly, it looked like the last thing Gaius needed to hear was how the new guy made out with a mermaid, and one that he actually knew. "Yeah, that is rotten luck..." he said, rubbing his neck nervously. "Anyways, you're...Gre...Gar...Gaius...Gaius, right?" Ugh, all his muscles were screaming at him now that he'd stopped working out. His shoulders and arms ached terribly. Gaius Harper "Yep! And, uh..." He paused in his weight-lifting and rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm terrible at remembering names... You're..." he frowned, thinking hard, "...Otto, right?" Instead of continuing, Gaius figured it was a good point for a break, but then he realized as he looked around... He'd forgotten to bring his water bottle. And his legs were shakey from the workout. Looking towards Oz hopefully, he gestured towards the water cooler that sat over on the far side of the gym. "Sorry, can you, uh, get me some water? I forgot my bottle and my legs need a chance to recover..." Osbourne Caldwell Oz had to laugh. It wasn't very often people got his name wrong, so it was always funny when it happened. "Close, but not quite," he smiled. "The name's Osbourne, but people usually just call me Oz." He followed Gaius' gesture, looking over his shoulder at the mini-fridge. With evident effort, he hauled his bulky form onto his feet, shuffling over to the mini-fridge. Donning a simple white vest and some baggy shorts, the vast grid of scars on his arms and legs were in clear view. Most notable of all was the extensive scarring on his left knee, were it even looked like a small patch of flesh was missing, leaving a small indent in his leg just above his knee. He returned with a cool bottle of water. "There you go," he said cheerfully. Once more, Oz was beginning to feel settled in the company of another transformed Islander. But this disturbed him to a degree. Non-human looking beings who were very much human in soul. Gaius Harper Gaius winced. Not the first time he'd gotten a name wrong. "Oz. Gotcha." Taking the bottle gratefully, Gaius uncapped it and stuck it in his mouth. He couldn't exactly just tilt it back, seeing as how his neck would get in the way of that, so his method of drinking was more a combination of tilting the bottle itself and squeezing out what water he could. Now, anyone who's seen a guy gulp anything knows how the throat bobs - imagine that on someone with a neck like a horse. That'd be what Oz got a glimpse of. Gaius, however, was unware of these subtle 'quirks,' and sighed as he finished off half the bottle. He'd noticed Oz's scarring before, but now he gave it a closer look, raising an eyebrow at the guy. His build and general rugged appearance definitely reminded Gaius of some of the guys he'd seen in college, namely the ones in a particular sport. "You play football at all? Just wondering, since you look like the kind of guy who'd make a solid fullback. Definitely wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of a tackle from you!" Osbourne Caldwell Oz was almost to that comfortable state of 'oh, they're still human inside' when he noticed the rather awkward way in which Gaius was drinking. Some men were prone to worrying about their Adam's apple, and so forth...well...Gaius put all of that in perspective. "Woah," he uttered, and then realised what he'd done, slapping a hand to his mouth seconds too late. s**t! He mentally cursed himself and blushed slightly in his mistake. He hoped Gaius hadn't noticed, and quickly answered the questions, keeping the subject going. "Yeah, I was a professional rugby player, which is basically the same as American football...except we don't play with padding and protection," he said with a smirk and glint of pride, patting his thick chest. "This kind of forced me into early retirement though," he said, pointing to the very obvious scarring on his left knee. He didn't look so proud anymore. Gaius Harper Luckily for Oz, Gaius heard the exclamation, but didn't connect it with anything relating to himself in his mind, and Oz was quick to divert his attention back to more interesting things. Namely, sports and the discussion of such manly things. "Rugby?" His face held a look that spoke of mild impression. "I knew a guy who was really into following that... watched the Australian stuff an all. Closest I ever got to that was playing tackle football in the rain, back when I was in college. I think someone lost a tooth during that..." he chuckled, shaking his head. He'd never been much of a guy for sports himself, at least organized ones, but that Oz had been professional definitely raised his esteem in the horse-man's eyes. "What did that anyways?" he gestured at the messed-up knee. "Had to have been pretty nasty to end your career..." Osbourne Caldwell "Hehe, I'm so thankful I've still got all my teeth. I had to sacrifice my nose though. I wasn't always this ugly," he chuckled. He'd grown to like his nose, always telling himself that it told a story before he could speak a word. The problem with that though is that not everyone thought the same story, and he'd encountered problems in the past where people had automatically been suspicious of him because of his scars and broken nose. "The doctor's described it as my muscles being torn apart. Said it was too much stress and physical impact," he said, a hint of sadness creeping into his tone. Oz began to shuffle his feet idly. "They did a bit of surgery and stuff, but the muscle was never successfully repaired. I can walk and stuff, but I was forbidden from playing rugby again." Gaius Harper The mention of the nose made Gaius feel odly self-conscious. He had to resist the urge to rub his own flattened thing, that and the widened mouth the only facial 'tells' he'd had after his first change. Now they were hardly what anyone would notice first. "Ah geeze, torn muscles? That's... ow." Gaius gave a visible wince. Pulled muscles were never fun, let alone full on tearing them. "Well, who knows, maybe you could just say 'screw the doctors' and do a little rugby around here. After all, who's going to know, aside from the labs? Though don't go hurting yourself or anything! I wouldn't want to be responsible for encouraging that!" Osbourne Caldwell Oz saw Gaius flinch and wince, a smirk curling upon his face. He loved to tell this gross-out story, and it was always good for making people feel sorry for you. It had even scored him a few ladies on occasion. "Well, funny you should mention that - I would actually have been able to start rugby again after I'd completed all my physio. But, being a complete dumb-arse, I tried to train again too soon...and I needed more surgery," he said, comfortable now with his stupidity. "Its my own fault really," he shrugged his broad shoulders. "But you can't dwell too much on the past. Drives you crazy." He sighed and dodged Gaius' gaze for a moment. He knew this to be all too true, but instead of being driven crazy, Oz had been driven to drink. He smiled at Gaius' suggestion. "Does that mean you'd be up for a game one day?" he smirked. Gaius Harper Gaius grinned back, knowing a challenge when he heard one. "Maaaaaybe. I bet even a couple of cripples like ourselves could be a fair match! Though it'd be fun to get some others in too..." His ears suddenly perked up as an idea struck him. "Aha! Hey, Oz! I don't know how busy you are, but I'm actually starting some work on a construction project of sorts... A pretty big one, and I could use some help with hands and muscle. And you, well," he smirked and gestured at the guy's obvious physique, "seem to fit the bill. Would you like to help out a bit? We're trying to build an outdoor theater kind of thing... Or at least I am. Once it's done, it'd be great for doing plays and skits and performances on. And hey, not like there's much else to do around here?" he grinned knowingly. Osbourne Caldwell "Hah! Sounds like a match to me," he said enthusiastically. He might have been out of the game for several years, but the competition still burned inside him. Oz listened intently. A theatre? But what would man-beasts want with a theatre? Weren't the prey ones too busy running from the predator ones? And what about trying to escape! That Seth fellow had a plan, so why wasn't everyone thinking about it? He scratched the nape of his neck, thinking about this. He'd been offered a chance to escape, but who knows how long that would take. And maybe helping with this could earn him some animal allies, at least people who could help of a predator was about. Despite Jamal and Ambrose's obvious human intelligence, Oz just didn't trust the whole 'animal instincts' thing. "So you mean, like grunt work? Well, I don't see why not. You've just said yourself there's not much to do around here," he said, nodding his head. Then he patted his rotund tummy with a deep laugh. "It might help me get rid of this too." Gaius Harper "You'll do it then? Great!" Exuberant, Gaius clapped Oz on the shoulder. "My first worker!" Shifting his legs around, Gaius slid to his feet, holding onto the machine for balance until he got his hands on the walking stick. His legs were getting better, but he still didn't trust himself without some kind of support. "If you can get that rugby thing organized, drop me a note. I'm over in duplex sixty-two!" Osbourne Caldwell Oz watched Gaius wobble as he stood to his feet, and almost lunged forward to catch him or sweep him up. But this wasn't Sayuri. And lifting another guy into your arms? Err, no. Things are weird enough already. Oz stood up also. "Duplex sixty-two, got it. If you to need to find me, I'm in duplex seventy-four. Its an upstairs one," he replied cheerfully, giving Gaius a gentle pat on the back. "I'm glad we actually got a chance to talk, instead of watching the tiger-man singing 'I'm a little teapot' across a bonfire," he chuckled. Gaius Harper "Hey, I'm glad too, though that was dang funny, you have to admit." Gaius chuckled. It felt... good talking to this guy. Made him feel normal, even if he did tower over the guy when the level of their shoulders said Gaius should have been closer to Oz's height. Or that he had a pair of fleshy wings growing from the middle of his back, or a hairy tail. The point was, he felt normal. And that made Gaius happy. "Don't go making anyone else angry," Gaius teased, heading for the doorway. "You have to stay in one piece if you want to work!" Osbourne Caldwell "Yeah, just don't mention it in front of him, scared the s**t out of me before I saw him dance," he laughed. And Oz shared a similar feeling. He'd found these kind of meetings somewhat awkward though, where his brain told him two different things. It had happened with everyone so far - Sayuri, Aislinn, Colche, and Seth. And now Gaius. For now though, Gaius was as human as he was, he just looked different. "Oh yeah, I'll conveniently get myself eaten if I change my mind," he laughed sarcastically, giving a polite nod and wave as Gaius left the gym. Oz was left standing in the quiet gym, contemplating things in his empty skull. He bent down to retrieve his water bottle, groaning with the ache in his arms and shoulders. He knew it must be from all the training he'd done, but he couldn't help thinking if it was the first signs of his fate, just like Seth had warned. That troubling thought clouded Oz's already over-worked mind and his tired body as he walked back to his duplex.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 4:49 pm
Its a snake...who likes football?16.11.06 - Oz has to face his fear when he meets Thom in a more relaxed environment.Snakes on a beach
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