Owen's about twenty years too old to be forced to attend classes. Don't call it that, fine, but it's what it feels like to him: sitting down and having to put up with some wrinkled old dude droning on and on for-- okay, technically not hours this time around, and maybe not a wrinkled old dude either, but still.
Escaping the seminar proves to be surprisingly difficult, though. Each corner he takes, he nearly comes face to face with personnel trying to usher him back to the amphitheater, and it's when he's stepping back to escape detection that he happens to bump into someone else. ]
Shit-- [ He hisses out, then sucks in a breath, quiet for a few seconds. The staff didn't seem to hear him, so he sighs in relief. Then he stares the other volunteer up and down. ] You're not gonna rat me out, are you?
II ▹ WELCOME TO ZHAUTAS
[ Finally. At least down here he's free to go where he wants. Within reason, anyway. He finds his temporary accommodations, frowns deeply at the notion of having to share with someone else, then decides to look around for a while as he weighs the pros and cons of venturing out into the woods to camp for the night. Maybe the foreseeable future.
He can be found a little all over, though not focusing his attention on one specific thing for too long. The market stands don't really grab his attention, even less so when he has very little seedlings to spend, and what he does have he prefers to spend on a beer at the tavern. At least there, with a drink in hand, he seems friendlier and more approachable than literally anywhere else.
He also doesn't escape the animal features, though he seems fascinated more so than anything. He's got claws in place of hands, and patches of rough lizard-like skin going up his arms, all the way up the sides of his neck. He turns his hands around every so often, studying the way they look, and knowing all too well what they're supposed to be a reference to. ] Hey, I can turn these off, right?
[ They're a nice touch, but a little impractical. ]
III ▹ BANGR
bangr
OWEN GRADY | 37
Would you have sex in public?
Would rather have sex in the wild. But to each their own.
owen grady ( jurassic world )
Owen's about twenty years too old to be forced to attend classes. Don't call it that, fine, but it's what it feels like to him: sitting down and having to put up with some wrinkled old dude droning on and on for-- okay, technically not hours this time around, and maybe not a wrinkled old dude either, but still.
Escaping the seminar proves to be surprisingly difficult, though. Each corner he takes, he nearly comes face to face with personnel trying to usher him back to the amphitheater, and it's when he's stepping back to escape detection that he happens to bump into someone else. ]
Shit-- [ He hisses out, then sucks in a breath, quiet for a few seconds. The staff didn't seem to hear him, so he sighs in relief. Then he stares the other volunteer up and down. ] You're not gonna rat me out, are you?
II ▹ WELCOME TO ZHAUTAS
He can be found a little all over, though not focusing his attention on one specific thing for too long. The market stands don't really grab his attention, even less so when he has very little seedlings to spend, and what he does have he prefers to spend on a beer at the tavern. At least there, with a drink in hand, he seems friendlier and more approachable than literally anywhere else.
He also doesn't escape the animal features, though he seems fascinated more so than anything. He's got claws in place of hands, and patches of rough lizard-like skin going up his arms, all the way up the sides of his neck. He turns his hands around every so often, studying the way they look, and knowing all too well what they're supposed to be a reference to. ] Hey, I can turn these off, right?
[ They're a nice touch, but a little impractical. ]
III ▹ BANGR
Would rather have sex in the wild. But to each their own.