He started to laugh, then laughed a little more when Zach mentioned about the part where all the Twilight cast had not already condone to violent sways by angry mobs. "I seen the first one and I read all the books which makes me wonder how I spent hours getting to the ending without ripping the pages to shreds or tossing it in the fire pit."He then added his own comic comeback, hopefully this would really strike some funnybone in the pup beside him. Lifting a left hand, moving it over his mouth he then chuckled asking him the most silliest, but hilarious form of a question. "So? If I purchase the first book and met an actual vampire somewhere around here then handed a copy, I wonder what their reaction would be? "Now, that had to be real funny if you really thought about it. An older vampire whose never read into the paperbacks would be like angry, cause truth be told "Sparkling" vampires really is an insult to their kind, it'll be like him with a snapback to the vampire race haha. Yeah.
As the line moved upward some more, thinning a little bit some big, hefty dude with a small, heart tattoo nearly bumped into him which almost caused him to barrel an unknown, young girl from behind which he turned to apologize to the innocent lady with her honey hanging all over his arm. "Sorry about that miss."Owen was like the calm of the sea, so calm until it became a torrent pulling you down, down into a chasm. If that's Owen then you can believe what he is really capable of when it comes to those he cares about. He may be all healer with no fighting in him, it does not mean he won't hold his own if he must when he is cornered, caved in, or seem to be crushed that's when he is at his strongest. The dude in front of him said in a deep, scruffy voice. "I'm real sorry man."Yeah? His left heel had nearly made in contact with his left foot, it would probably have hurt or he may not have felt much due to the increased resilience. His leopard laid, basking in the aura of the moon right beside him till he felt his new companion, Darrel rub against him.
The kitten's long, sleek tongue slipped from between it's curved maw then swept it across that feline-like mouth of his, smooth and laid-back just as if it matched Owen's set of personalities for they were alike in many different ways. It actually liked the contact, a soft purr ruptured from the male's belly as if it was hungry, but it got a full meal so it was most a sound of a kit showing the pup it approved his touch for most of them are all about the need of it, especially to a leopard so it was a good thing he was resting cause he really did not want the brute to give him any problems this night. "That's cool."He did not come off strong nor said something unpleasant, the gentle response came as if it was slow and meaningful. Soon as it was their turn to get tickets, he chose the movie they can both enjoy. "How about Thor Zach? I am definitely been wanting to see that one."He kind of sounded like some hippie and full of energy when he said it like that. The ticket seller named the price. "That will be $25.00"He waited, then Owen pulled some cash from his leather, black wallet then handed it to him. After putting the money in the cash register, he handed him two tickets one for him and the other for Zachary. "Here you go Zach. The movie won't start for awhile so I shall explain it out the earshot of these.."Looks around them, then whispers lightly knowing that now Zach would be able to hear him easily. "People"As he entered through the automatic sliding doors, he look around hearing all sorts of noises even if their talking low his ears heard even secrets left repeated he felt most of the time.
He pointed to a bench where they can sit there. Now, where were they? Oh yes, the topic that Zach was on about being free to examine. "Why not? If I can do it, I am sure it won't hurt for you. Just, be careful is all I say. "Well, considering for Owen being a feline, he would not necessarily need a group seeing as his kind are solitary without too much of a need than pack animals like wolves need for example. He soothed him with only the words that could help strengthen some part of him a little. "It's better to be free than being kept in a place where you are confined, that really is not the best for your ....how do I say this to you Zack? Your beast needs all the fresh air it needs. You are not some savage monster."How does he know? He's been there quite a lot of times. Being cooped up is as worse. If he does shift then he will get away from here quickly from this type of large crowd. Owen said what he felt only cause he knew what the fellow was going through cause let's face it, for he too is a cub so it makes the both of them whose facing a state of turmoils.
How much trouble can Zach and Darrel get into? Don't even answer that. Owen was far from stupid, he did not need his beast to read into Zach like a book. This lad past high academics for crying out loud, the best at chess and could hack a computer in like how many seconds? Five or eight. He's hacked some systems in his life, a crime he prefers to keep from telling Zack for now. No need to dove in what skills he's wrought what with the choice of choosing not to battle when this boy could be the next Dexter, except without a laborary(He already has sisters). He watched a few people from younger kids to their mothers holding their hands walk past them. A guy and girl long way off could be seen through those heighten peripheral vision, each in their own world. Finally, some silence broke as he now replied to the other questions, one at a time partner wolf. He accepted that, he accepted Zack calling him naive of all things about that sort of thing when it comes to the other world aside from being plain old human. He sighed, while they may have some common grounds with their supernatural standings there was two differences between him and Zack. Course, by looking at them some probably would say how some of the attitudes make them look as if they ought to be superheroes or something. "I was too much in tuned to my school work, I would get so caught up wanting to be the best at so many things. I just didn't know when I am into some of the Sci-fi films and series that was as far knowledge except I always believed there were spirits, spirits that spoke to you from that other life after dying you know? "Swallowing some saliva, he finished and then his lips cracked into that innocence many often described him as. "Now, that I figured out this is what I am...I can never turn back. What made me stick to my beast is my...mother. "It is all he said, a more touching set of words that make you realize what he must had to go through, everyone had problems even if the good-natured looking types like Owen did not seem to have nothing going down, but oh yeah, this is what he has become to understand there is a toughness to life which is why he has survived up to this point. "So, while I did not like what I have become when I started, there is one part that never regrets anything at all. Casanova see's my struggles, he understands how I must feel, he knows me best. I have come to bond with him more each day, he's been right there with me through it all even if shit falls I can count on him to help me. "He may not have all of the experience and strength of ten thousand men like most of the supernatural world, but what really wins in the end has nothing to really do with strength, nor how much you really know or otherwise.
It comes from within, what you have experienced in the past provides a step in becoming stronger everyday. They are called the facts of life. The road will have more nails, but Owen's strong will was powerful to shatter stones, this is what Mikhail explained when the two leopards met. He said that Owen wasn't like many young shapeshifters but this shifter is like one of those strong kids in their younger age. Adults may have all the authority, but kids still has much to grow and learn. As for this munin, glad he asked him cause he did pick up some research about it somewhere when he is not a wolf, think he can give him enough information. "I believe it is a tradition. As one goes through life Zach, we will eventually meet our end one day, I always heard about shifters never entering into Heaven or Hell cause of our souls. Not sure if it is true, but I can tell you what little I know from what I took but you will have to speak to a werewolf who knows much on the subject. The munin is the soul of a werewolf, when that wolf dies by a challenge to the death they devour what remains of their dead allowing the munin to run through their body so it can strengthen them in some way. So, in order to keep that pack strong and the legends of the lunar they must honor these spirits of their ancestors. "After he said all he needed to say on the subject, he peered down his baseball sports watch on his right wrist, then realized the movies almost starting the previews. He stood up. "Well, let's go find us a seat. "Owen lead the way, leaving Zach to think of all the things he told them on that bench here in the movies. There is some of the things he kept well hidden until it was time to share those with him eventually, take one day at a time.
-- Edited by OWEN CONNORS on Sunday 22nd of May 2011 10:46:10 PM
“You actually read through the whole thing? I'm starting to question which one was the lady in your previous relationship.” A mischievous grin spread across Zack's face, at least the best grin he could manage with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. “I didn't get very far in the first one...I think it was the point where the lead vamp was revealing himself to the girl with abuse issues and said something along the lines of 'Do I dazzle you?' Threw the book off a fucking bridge on the spot...then got tossed out of the bus I was riding to walk the rest of the way home.” Who would have known the state of Georgia was so uptight about littering?
Though it wasn't him, Zack visibly tensed up when Owen got knocked to the side, like he was ready to come out of his corner swinging. Sure, he was a head taller than the pup and had muscles that could put a boxer to shame, but he seemed pretty nice about it, even giving the doctor an apology. The wolf at Casanova's side shot him a look as well, almost as if it were trying to say 'chill the fuck out' before going back to poking at the cat and waiting for a reaction. When nothing hostile came back, Darrel looked a little disappointed, but seemed just as happy to just sit at the cat's side.
Once he relaxed himself a bit after another puff from his cigarette, Zack's ears perked up at Owen's other suggestion. “Thor? Hell yeah, lets see that one then.” He'd completely forgotten that it was anywhere near coming out, so it would be a pretty nice change of pace. The price made him cringe a bit, and he shot Owen a rather puzzled look when he handed the pup his ticket. “Dude, there's gotta be a cheaper theater than this one somewhere. There was this theater in Mississippi, two tickets, two huge drinks and a big bag of popcorn totaled out to $14. It was nuts, man.” Hopefully, a job at the Aerie could get lined up so he could stop relying on Owen and Steven for movie tickets, and he could begin to pay back the bit of debt he'd accumulated. Nodding, Zack followed the doctor over to the bench, snuffing out his cigarette and swatting at Darrel who tried to hop on the seat before him.
“Yeah, tell that to the people breathing down my neck about it. I'm sure they'll understand, just like they understood last time. I'd love for nothing more than to take care of this on my own, or just with you guys...I don't want to have to submit to the pack of assholes runnin' around here.” He was a broken record repeating the same basic idea over and over. But, what could be done? However it turned out, he'd be alright with it if it meant survival. His own gaze was cast down towards the ground, trying to keep from laughing at the wolf below him, who was using the edge of the bench to scratch his head up against. Poor dummy just couldn't seem to hit that itch, and Zack wasn't gonna help. “Wish I knew the feeling. Nobody would offer me a loan after I got outa jail, and the parents threw me out as soon as I got out. So no college for me. I feel you there, though...about not believing this kind of thing until it happens to you. Hell, maybe knowing that this stuff's out here, maybe god is, too? Nah...no way. He wouldn't make the world this fucked up.” The pup let out a deep sigh, even more question running through his head than before. Religion was never a part of his life, but it seemed more than possible now. No, he figured, it's best to just take things one at a time. First, he had to straighten himself out enough before beginning that search.
Zack continued to listen to Owen's insights, laughing a little when he came to the subject of leaning on the beast every once in a while. “Easy for you to say, you have Humphrey fucking Bogart sitting over there. Me, I've got a Stooges reject. Don't look at me like that you ass hat, you heard me.” The conversation quickly shifted direction from Owen to Darrel, who was tilting his head up at Zack with a rather confused look on his face. It didn't last long, though, and his mouth parted open to let his tongue hang out, which caused Zack to sigh and look back at the doctor. “...And I have to live with this thing? Fuck my life...I want a re-do on this shit. Here Owen, swat the reset button right here.” Rolling up the sleeve of his hoodie for a second, Zack presented his bare arm to the leopard, like he was inviting another scratch or bite. He knew that Owen wouldn't take that to well, though, so he quickly rolled the sleeve back up and threw his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “I'm kiddin' ya, don't worry about me. I'll just have to buy a spray bottle or something for the little prick.”
His face contorted into one of slight disgust, as the thought of the wolves eating their own dead was rather...well, disgusting. “...That...We...What???” It was certainly news to him, since he hadn't gotten all that far in the books he'd bought off James yet. It was probably in there somewhere. “That's pretty fucking insane, man. Though I guess, in a way, you never really die. Maybe it's not all that bad, then.” Any more thought on it would have to wait, since Owen wasn't giving him much time to ask any more on it. Again, one thing at a time. Following Owen's lead, he stood up from the bench to follow him towards the theater, making a short pit stop for two large cokes at the concession stand before following behind again. After catching up, he bumped the doctor with an elbow, presenting the drink with a straw already set for him. “Lets have some fun, huh?”
Inside the theater was dim, it means they haven't gotten past all the previews on the large, white screen. Taking the coke but purchased some boxes of candy of all varieties. Could never have soda without the other. Adding some small bags of popcorn, little does Zack know he doesn't have worry about the calorie counts which adds the pros to being a shapeshifter and guess Owen could like being one himself. The drink in his right hand(as he is right-handed), the others being the assorted candies and the popcorn bags was all nested in his other hand. Few other people was behind them, he did not have to see them seeing as he can detect them what with...he sneezed. Achoo! Perfume! Well, there is the con from the pros as sometimes he wish he can take off his nose for a few seconds without smelling a thing. What he can smell was the following. Popcorn, candy, some urine telling him that some kid or someone had gone to the bathroom in one of the seats.
He saw lot of couples, some families, and most of them was sitting alone in their seats. He lead the way up the stairs, he tends to like the middle seat too much than the left and right ones cause it gave him a lot of view from up here. The seventh seat was picked and the second seat with the first on the right was opened for Zachary. Coughs, sneezes, small chats he can hear all the way up where he was sitting. Owen has gotten use to all of this so it did not effect him as it had when he first began his long trip to shift mania. Placing the boxes of candies in an empty seat, hoping there wasn't anyone sitting there he took up the popcorn bag that was his, then handed one to Zach. "Enjoy it all Zach. Welcome to our world."He grinned, then took the boxes letting him choose. "Select, which one is your favorite?"There was all sorts of goodies from sour patch kids, reeses cups and pieces, goobers, and plenty of others that could brighten a kid's eyes if he started showing them off in this room. It's a good thing they wasn't around any little brat for the time being.
Doubt Owen could not handle being around any for the matter, what with all the responsibilities you had to go through with them. "Sugar is a god."Even if Zach said no, sugar itself was like this giant finger that beckoned you to try, it was one of those drugs for every man and woman. You can see why that everytime you go straight into the candy store there it is. Heaven does exist inside every candy shop. There was some previews of upcoming movies, one was about the Puss in Boots, another said something about no smoking and that all cellphones must be off...yada, yada, yada, yada.
Just a couple months ago Zack would have been tripping over himself on his way to a theater seat. Thankfully, everything was as good as daylight to him now, so he could follow Owen without to much trouble. Another small habit of his was only grabbing a soda from the concession stand, having already ate at the Chinese restaurant. Not like that lasted very long, though, since his stomach was already starting to rumble again. It was barely an hour! “Fuck, man. Being me is gonna get pretty expensive with all this damn food.” Doing his best to breathe through his mouth and ignore the smells around him, Zack buried his face in the popcorn that the doctor handed him and took the seat to his left, letting the aroma of butter overpower everything else. Darrel was finally behaving himself too, laying down on his left side just beside the isle.
After a couple long inhales, Zack couldn't resist the urge to act a little immature and buried his face in the popcorn, raising his head with a few kernels in his mouth and a bit of butter on his nose. Hey, he was gonna be young for a long time now, right? Might as well make the most of it! Owen acted as a bit of an enabler for this behavoir as well, offering candy rather than poking fun at him for it. The wide selection had the pup's eyes wide for a moment. “Oh lord...you know how long it's been since I've had anything sweet?” When the money's tight, luxuries like candy is usually the first thing to go. “Well...” His hand hovered over the pile for a minute before he finally reached down, grabbing a box of Skittles to munch down on.
“Now you see here, the Orange, Yellow and Red ones are the master race. They can be mixed and eaten at the user's leisure, and all other skittles are inferior to these.” As he talked with a mouthful of them, he did his best to put on a heavy German accent. It came out sounding terrible, as usual. “Green's are the lower class, and can be eaten alone if none of the master race is around.” Looking down at the ground, Zack threw one of the purple candies at the wolf, who simply looked at it with a defeated look. “The grapes are undesirables, and therefore can be purged.” Several others around them were looking over at him now, many with disgusted looks, but a couple younger ones seemed rather amused. He simply shrugged at them, popping a few more into his mouth. “I fucking hate grape Skittles. Sue me.” Maybe someone here was sensitive enough to start something over it? He hoped there was. Or, maybe that was Darrel thinking through him, it was hard to tell anymore. “Thanks a ton, Owen. I owe you a lot, you know.”
A preview of the "Puss in Boots" with Antonio Banderas was showing with the orange tabby-looking tom cat, brandishing a sword on his side was walking in leather, black boots. Was Owen even listening to what Zack had said about the colors of the rain of skittles? Pretend he was and not fixed on the swabuckling of the orange feline who deceited those around him. His own feline stared, his pools watching the cat himself, swishing the tip of his tail as if he liked it. He looked down at his classy kit with a raised brow. Yeah, yeah..we'll go see it eventually buddy. He is kind of nice looking hmm? Like all them catty shows. Anyway, he canted his head, feigning surprise what Zach had told him about the colors. Don't worry, he could hear and still be doing something else at the same time. That was Owen for you. "Oh! I didn't know that. I can learn so much from you bud. "He curled an arm around his friend's shoulder then released it to pop some kernel corn, all fluffy and buttery into his mouth, then chomped down on the buttery heaven. Some of the people around them put their fingers to their lips when they heard Zach. A few "shhhh" echoed the theater. As the previews went from one to another, the lights all went off right at the moment so that the opening credits of Thor the movie was showing. Everyone was in total darkness with only the screen's flickering light shoning in the dim, dark room.
He heard Zach's gratitude, he can tell that Zack was beginning to read him little by little each day they spent time like this one. Owen only hopes this can continue happening. Perhaps, they'll discuss a schedule when there is free time so it'll be a lot easier. Dinner and movie was all for tonight, he does need to get home after all this, get to bed. His beast was already near the edge of his metaphysical ladder, the moon was closing to be full this month. He knew it, through his own eyes was Casanova's own. Putting down his popcorn bag, he rubbed his amberish hues hoping not a single person in this room noticed it. He'll be fine, he'll be fine, definitely be fine.
Yeah. It was that he can feel the magnetic pull like a tidal wave pulling some pebbles from the beach shore. Finally, he picked up his bag after his chartruese hues shifted back into their innocent, human brown ones. Taking a deep breath, he went on to eatting some more. "No problem Zach. You're my friend, I'll treat you in anyway. That's all I am here for. "Aww! Isn't that sweet? He was simply expressing how he feels even though a woman sheesh'd him. His remark to her was as follows not trying to be an ass since she was after all a nice-looking dame. "Hush yourself babe. "He can see that she did not like his remarks then returned to his movie, not really caring what she thought nor said.
The pup snorted, covering his mouth to keep a shower of coke from spraying onto the young couple sitting in the row in front of them. Of all the reactions Zack was expecting, Owen's was certainly the last one. “It was a joke, man. Tasteless joke.” Racist and uncaring? Sure. Funny? To him, hell yes. And in the end, that's all that matters, right? “...I really do hate purple skittles, though.” His voice was noticeably lower now, low enough that only he and Owen would be able to hear.
While it might have been what they were actually there for, Zachary didn't quite find the movie all to impressive. Maybe it was the company he was keeping, and the things that had been happening to him, but he was just more focused on other things at that moment. Just when life seemed like it would finally start to level out and find some form of normality, something entirely different popped up and threw things askew once again. In any other case, the young man would love the change of pace. All he wanted now was to lay back and relax for a while, and the things going on around him just wouldn't let him.
Might as well make the most of it, right? While he reached over for a handful of popcorn, Zack's head leaned over and spoke quietly to Owen, so as not to disturb the other movie goers. “So, ya had your first girl, which led to...well, this.” Even when he whispered, his hands moved around slightly while he talked. Hell if he could remember where he even picked that up. “But, would you say a relationship as you...'we' are now is out of the picture? You ever have a girlfriend since then, or is that sorta thing to much of a headfuck?” Even if Owen was focused to much on the movie to respond, Zack would probably still continue to talk. He never was one to keep quiet during a film.
He leaned back against the cushion of the seat, popping a few fluffy buttery kernels in his mouth. The sound of a coughing to a baby wailing echoed in his acute ear canals but none of that mattered for the young west virginian seemed engrossed in the heroine of the picture. His eyes noted the giant hammer, the thunder and wondered if he could slide from reality for one day thinking if he was a superhero of some kind. What will his power be? Owen's leopard was watching the wolf that was Zack's across the way, it's slender tail cocked surreptitiously as of waiting to pounce.
Oh! Was Zack saying something? The part about a joke about the skittles part. He smacked his forehead right after he broke away from hammer, helmet, and electricity. "I am a bit naive so sue me if you like. That's actually funny. "He chortled, but his eyes cast on the screen when Zack asked him a strange query about a girl leading him here. Hmm. What exactly was going on in Zack's head? "The only girl I had dated for a long time was my maker. I told you about her Zack. Harper and I was close. She was really nice. I never took a woman to a movie after that. I met Katarina."He felt she was beautiful and different too. As for knowing she was an elementalists, he was not aware but his nostrils picked a scent from her that she wasn't at all that much human or he would have known it will be. "I'm not in any relationships Zack. Believe me. As for "our" relationship is not even happening."Yeah, this beautiful body of his and his angelic face was made for the opposite gender. His gentle nature often can be hard to dislike.
Owen liked Zack but not like that, he reached a non-buttery hand out to Zack's hair and ruffled it. The movie credits scrolled up the screen meaning it was all over once it had begun long time when the two got here. "Let's go. Think I need to head home."He almost wanted him to come over to his place, but it was getting late and his folks that was caring for him would probably be searching for him.
Zack couldn't help but laugh loudly at the confusion, causing many of the people around him to turn and hush him up. Even after covering his mouth to try and muffle his voice, he was still rocking back and forth with laughter. “No, no! That's...” The pup took several deep breaths, steading himself in his seat and returning his voice back down to the whisper that only he and Owen could hear. “That's not what I meant, jackass.” A bright smile was plastered to his face, and he didn't really try and stop the doctor from fucking with his hair. Not like it could look any messier. “I meant just...us, in general. Lycans across the board, I guess. What I was tryin' to ask was, can shifters even hope for normal relationships anymore, or is that just to far out of the question?” Hopefully, Owen wouldn't be able to confuse it this time.
Whatever his answer was would have to wait until they were out of the theater, as the movie was over almost as soon as it started. Or maybe it was a couple hours long, it was hard to Zachary to tell. Truth be told, he was a bit to busy thinking to himself and talking to Owen, and very little mind was actually paid to the movie. “Hey, man, I really appreciate this. It's good to get out once in a while, you know?” There was a hell of a lot more that Zack wasn't to say to him right now, about everything the doctor had done for him after coming into his life the day after the attack. He stood there off to the side of the crowd for a minute, fighting along for the right words to say. “Look, you...I mean, I...fuck.” After giving up, Zack simply threw the social standards to the wind and locked Owen in a tight embrace. “Thanks, Owen. For everything.” Suddenly feeling a little awkward, the pup pulled back, laughing a little. “You know, we should get Steven in on this next time around. No reason to not have the whole crew together, right?”
Oh! Upon hearing his friend's laughter he blushed, a bright red hoping that Zack hadn't see it glowing around his cheeks like a modern-day Rudolph except the redness centered around the reindeers nose. Embarrassed, Owen slightly slouched forward hoping not to show that even people like him sometimes misinterpret words and phrases sometimes. As the movie came to the final close, he saw the credits thinking Zack hadn't even paid much attention to the comic book hero of some kind displaying his warhammer and the his voice rang through the theatre several times do through the movie "You evildoers! and it's time I stop you! For I am Thor!"The thunder effects sure was very smooth, looked like actual lightning as the hero revealed some of his powers and strength. Hmm..maybe, Zach could definitely learn his skills and abilities, then can use them similar to how Thor required all of his. He was going to teach him the ropes of the new person he's become. For now he listened to Zachary ask one of his questions about the normal friendships.
He blinked, then put a box of lemon heads in Zach's pocket before standing hoping he'll follow for this totally is not the place where they should be chatting about LYCAN anything. Especially around non-lycans who did not have a clue. Placing a finger over his lips, he recalled an alpha werewolf speak about never speak supernatural politics in a massive crowd that'll listen. "Come outside, I can't take it standing in here. Besides. If I stay here too long someone around here is going to get hurt, like the pretty girl with the blonde hair looks appetizing."His beast was nonetheless doing the talking and it was so close to the full moon it wasn't even funny! His leopard was on that upper levels of the planes, what he needs is fresh air.
Crowded wasn't something Casanova liked for he was a solitary animal who needed his sanctuary and room where he can adapt to. Owen will go through the first phase, he was going to show him a little something so that when he watched perhaps he'll copy. Though, the hug was nice from Zack, his smile was pleasant, but that feline was growling and his whiskers twitching. Removing a hold on Zack, he was trying to compose himself. Did he mean to go slashing the first person he see's in here? He may bluff, but his feral side never bluffs this was true as to all lycanthropes. Owen walked ahead of him, through the throng of the line into the hall, then into the lobby, he pushed the doors to the outside opened then took a deep breath. His leopard was suddenly laying low, but it did not mean the creature was sinking too deep for he wanted out and a juicy meal succulent with blood, meat, and ribs even better. He heard voices all around him in echoes in his amplified ear canals, could hear a mile away even standing near the door. Walking over to a stump, he lowered onto it then waited.
