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Stacey Oswald
Posted: Feb 22 2011, 11:55 PM


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Stacey Oswald has a system.

Summer time is the time for hot pizza, leftovers at night. Its the time for cold pizza, found with a beer early in the morning. Its a time for lazing around the house on the couch when he didnt have to go to work. For sleeping in the mornings when he didnt have work, until at least three in the morning, and staying in the house until the sky started to show hints of it getting dark. Or until How I Met Your Mother was over, either way.

It was then that the night life started to take off, and either the second job kicked in, or the time for being a lazy sack of shit or finishing up with work was over. It was then that the pizza went back into the fridge, and he didnt even bother to change his clothes. He would take off and wander: with one of his guitars, a kazoo, a vuvuzela. Sometimes nothing at all.

Hed wondered if that was the reason Nayeli had left. Because, there had to be a reason. No note or anything, shit. Or, if there was one, it was lost in the abyss of a man taking over what little cleanliness the woman had.

Shed gone about a week ago. Half her things gone.

Ozzy, confused, had found it odd living alone. Smelly too. Not all that easy to sleep without hearing the rustling of someone else in the house. Hed never actually lived alone before.

So he made the system. Instead of moping, he went out at night.

Tonight, he wandered the streets with a harmonica carefully snug in his hand. Tonight, grinning like mad, he walked past Times Square in search of a bar or somewhere he could play some bluesy tune. Hed had off this morning, hed had off tonight. No work, and while this meant no cash.

Well, he had pizza.

He had a hat on his head.

He had the kindness of strangers to rely on.

Screw the bar, Ozzy slumped against a nearby wall instead, bathed in light. There were enough people out. He blew into the harmonica. And kept blowing. Did we mention hes not all that great at harmonica? Cos, yeah, thats worth mentioning.

Is it also worth mentioning he stops every few seconds to flirt with the girls who even pause to look at him?

Yeah, thats worth mentioning.
Vanessa Abrams
Posted: May 13 2011, 02:11 PM

the beloved outcast.

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Vanessa Abrams, the girl with a plan.

Not really.

Well, I mean, hey, if you count 'wandering Times Square while wondering what the hell to do since plans with B were cancelled' as plans? She definitely had one; however, it doesn't really sound like too much of a plan. Vee was fine with that, though. A planned life is a boring life, don't you agree? She liked things to just happen to her. Well, good things, anyways. Who likes having bad things happen to them? Honestly?

Street performers, they were all over. Vanessa had to admit, that was one good part about Times Square- something was always going on to catch her interest. But what would it be today? It would take a lot to raise her now sour mood. No, not the dancers, definitely not the mime....her eyes wandered, as did her mind.

There was someone she hadn't seen in over a month, someone she, well, frankly, missed. Not as anything more than a friend- she could never see him as boyfriend material or anything of the sort- but, oddly enough, she found Ozzie on her mind. He was a sweet guy. She wondered what he'd been getting into lately. She paid little attention to what was around her as she walked, lost in memories of spending time with the boy. It really had been too long.

You know what they say, V, speak of the devil....

Someone is absolutely horrible at the harmonica. Duly noted, Vanessa. Kind of like Ozzie, he never could play harmonica to save his life. She glanced towards the horrific music, just out of curiosity....and stopped.

Wait. Rewind. Press play. Stacey Oswald was leaned against a wall, not even ten feet in front of her....playing the harmonica in such a way that the inventor of the instrument was probably rolling around in his or her grave. A smile slowly spread across Vee's lips, and she made her way over. As horrific as the music sounded, it was Ozzie playing, and that gave it a bittersweet type of talent to it.

You could tell he had a little heart behind it, at least.

"Well, well, Stacey Oswald. It's been a while." Vanessa's smile was a charming one. "Still absolutely horrible at the harmonica (Yes, V, we know, we've been reminded multiple times...) but still trying. For what? For a chance to flirt with some girls?" She knew him all too well. "You could've just called me if you wanted someone to flirt with. At least I would've reciprocated."

We don't doubt that for a moment, V.
Stacey Oswald
Posted: May 18 2011, 04:35 AM


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From his spot on the ground, Ozzy looked up and decided he had a simply wonderful view.

Oh, come on V, Im not that bad. Wheres your sis, she would totally appreciate, he sang mildly, a sort of calm coming from him that hadnt been seen by the girls hed flirted with tonight on the streets. Or, really, as calmly as Stacey Oswald can be without completely jumping out of his skin. That said, Vanessas familiar face was met with Ozzys equally familiar grin beaming up at her while one of his legs stretched out, his foot catching her behind the ankle, tugging gently enough to put pressure there.

Not that bad at both harmonica and flirting? Perhaps good, but only pretending to be bad. Perhaps, fucking awesome and pretending to gain pity from those girls who liked losers. Maybe he was telepathic, and sensed Vanessa Abrams sashaying up Times Square.

Didnt she date that one loser poet?

Yeah, hes totally telepathic. Only problem is, he doesnt know it yet.

(Or maybe hes really awful at all these things, and hes just pretending hes good pretending hes awful. But, youve got to admit, it takes either a real genius or a real egomaniac to get that far with this sort of shit. Or to be that persistent with it. Either that or it took a real dumbass, another role Ozzy was willing to take. And, hey now--)

Youre right, I havent seen you in a while. But, hey, if you want to sit here and add a little mack to the cash Im making out here, V, at this, flashing a five dollar bill one of the girls had given him to stop making kissy faces at her. Ill buy you a slice of pizza.

On second thought (Nay always hated pizza, always complained, always--) on second thought--

Or no, never mind. A drink. Or something.
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