Cael Gray (winsome_wizard) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-07-29 20:24:00

Oz
What Jones Dennis was feeling, couldn’t be described in one word. There were quite a few words that could be used to relay his current emotions. Upset. Worried. Tired.. Pissed off.

Yeah, at the moment, he wasn’t all to thrilled with his best friend. But the part he hated the most was that he couldn’t even be that pissed off at him, since he had suffered such a great loss. True, Melinda and Waldo weren’t soulmates, and they hadn’t even been together for that long, but he cared about her. A lot. He cared about her enough to see her more than once, and to tell him about her, so it must have meant something. Jones had been very heartbroken to hear that such a terrible thing had happened to that family, but his mind immediately went to Waldo.

Fuck, he should have gone there when he had thought about it! He knew that his friend would do something stupid, that he didn’t handle these sorts of things well at all, but he didn’t. And then, when he finally did pop over to his place, he was gone. Missing. Not one person seemed to know where he was, not even his band.

And then he missed the show. He missed the damn show, which was something that he had never done. Something was definitely wrong. He had gotten himself into something and-

“Fuck!”

The word was exclaimed as Jones suddenly stood to his feet, hearing the loud Pop of apparition before seeing the broken down rock star standing in his living room.

“God damn it what is-…”

It was then that he really looked at him, his bright blue eyes traveling down to see what he was wearing (or, well…wasn’t), taking in his cuts and bruises.

“…bloody hell, Oz…what the fuck happened to you?”

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winsome_wizard
2008-08-05 05:14 am UTC (link)

Grabbing his own box of food, he reached behind him a grabbed a couple of forks, sliding one across the table to his friend. He would have used chopsticks, but he felt like stabbing at something, and you couldn’t really pull that off with a very thin piece of wood. Something metallic and pointy was needed for this process, and a fork was the correct instrument for the situation. So, spearing a piece of orange chicken, he took a bite, chewing it while he waited for Oz to say something. For him to say anything that could give him an idea of what the hell had happened to him.

What he did say, however, caused Jones to raise his brows. His chewing got slower, and with a sigh, he began to prod at the cold poultry. “Yeah, well…I kind of figured that one out, since you were wearing a hospital gown and no pants.” Raising his eyes to meet his own, he gave a shrug. “Not that you having no pants on is a rare occurrence or anything, but the gown kind of gave you away.” Alright, he was trying to keep the mood light, because maybe that was how Waldo would get to talking. If he ordered him to speak like a dog, he’d clam up, and nothing would get accomplished. “So, you have no idea what happened to you? You just…woke up in a hospital, a muggle hospital no less, seeing how you weren’t wearing lime green, and you don’t remember a thing?”

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