#ozzyxcloud

When guards came to apparently collect him, Oz didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Apparently Roman had taken off without a word and so Oz was no longer claimed and on a one-way ticket back to the cells. He put up a bit of a fight, mostly because he was fucking pissed. Someone he’d trusted, gone without so much as a goodbye. Claim collar ripped off and that good-old leather crap strapped back around his neck as he was shoved into a cell. “Hope the black eye fucking hurts fuck-face!” Oz growled to the guard he’d clocked right in the face when they’d come to collect him before the cell was slammed shut behind him. “Back into the fucking dog house.”

“ I have to say, that is quite a show. It looks like it hots like hell. I didn’t even see the punch and I know it is a ten out of ten.” They said giving him a round of applause, leaning over the cell door.  “ Now what got you in a sour mood, new here? Didn’t read the fine print, someone pissed in your corn flakes?” They teased.

Damien was excited to spend time with Ozzy. It had been awhile, and he was someone he’d felt an instant interest in, when they had first met. He got to him and he smirked a little, just in a pair of sweat shorts and sneakers. “I hope I’m not under dressed,” he teased, his eyes sparkling mischievously at the other man. 

He llowed his eyes to look him over, taking in his art. He was mesmerized, and there was another thing that he liked about him. They clearly had art in common. He ran his tongue along his lower lip, a bit absent-mindedly, before looking at him again. “How’ve you been, man?”

There were times when Abbi both missed her telekinesis powers and were grateful that her seers ones were bound, all at the same time. And today was one of those days. The brunette let out a curse as she tried to scale the latter up to the rooftop as stealthily as possible, while one strap of her backpack slipped further off her shoulder. If she dropped it while this close to her destination, Oz was going to owe her big. Just because she would be feeling that contrary. When the lip of the rooftop was finally within reach, Abbi gave a grunt and hoisted herself over..only to find herself alone. She had hauled ass and the wanker wasn’t even there yet. Letting loose another stream of muttered curses, she dropped her load and pulled out her phone.

[text] You’re late.

[text] If you forgot, you’re a wank and owe me some serious grovelling. 

[text] If you’re busy fucking your hot wolf master, you still owe me for not inviting me to join.

@ozzyxcloud​

When guards came to apparently collect him, Oz didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Apparently Roman had taken off without a word and so Oz was no longer claimed and on a one-way ticket back to the cells. He put up a bit of a fight, mostly because he was fucking pissed. Someone he’d trusted, gone without so much as a goodbye. Claim collar ripped off and that good-old leather crap strapped back around his neck as he was shoved into a cell. “Hope the black eye fucking hurts fuck-face!” Oz growled to the guard he’d clocked right in the face when they’d come to collect him before the cell was slammed shut behind him. “Back into the fucking dog house.”

Seeing Ozzy being flanked by two guards, being marched back towards the dorms with his bag and the old unclaimed collar on his neck, Dhani dropped his bookmark in his book, snapping it shut and shoving it into his bag. He waited until the guards were inside before following quickly, but kept a distance, not wanting to get in trouble for being too nosy or whatever else they wanted to clock him for. They looked pissed. And so did Oz. That was obvious by the comments he made, too as Dhani descended the stairs and they left him pretty much alone. They shut him in. Judging from the mention of the black eye, that would have done it.

“Oz,” Dhani spoke up, glancing to wear the guards had left, standing infront of the other’s cell, feeling helpless, but concerned. Ozzy looked okay otherwise, roughed up the regular amount, maybe. But clearly this was bad news. Everything to ‘what happened’ or ‘where’s Roman’ seemed insensitive and just asking for trouble.

“Dude... I’m sorry.” Dhani heaved a sigh. He hadn’t even seen Ozzy in an age. He had chickened out of a three way with him and Roman, a porn star (former?) and a werewolf started to feel out of Dhani’s league and he’d made some excuse he couldn’t even remember and left. Maybe he had been avoiding them both out of embarrassment since. He hated to see Ozzy again under this kind of circumstance.

If there was one person that Abbi was excited to see at the reunion, it was Oz. The man who had been one of her best friends on the island had found the success that he deserved, and she couldn’t be more proud of him. They had kept in touch through the years, but due to his busy schedule and her being back on the island, it had been a while since she’d seen him. So the moment Abbi spotted him across the party room, she took off and launched herself onto his back. No doubt flashing half the crowd in her short lace dress, but that was nothing new. The years, and her professor status, hadn’t fully tamed her free-spirited ways, after all. “Miss me?” She murmured into his ear, giving him a squeeze.

ozzyxcloud​:

When he’d been promised a free ride, the chance to record his music and hide out while the heat around that guy’s death died down, Oz hadn’t been expecting this. A slave. Fucking great! He really should have known better, nothing ever came for free. Oz had learned that the hard way, so when he’d been spun a bunch of bullshit about this school he should have smelt it.

Guess it was his own fault he was here.

He hadn’t tried to meet his cellmates, just dropped his bag and guitar before heading out straight away. Oz wandered around a little, getting a lay of the land before he stopped for a smoke. When someone seemed to approach him, Oz didn’t look up before he spoke. “Not interested so don’t bother.” He didn’t want or need anything from anyone just yet and certainly not a welcoming committee of whatever description.

Abbi rolled her shoulders as she made her way back to the dorms. She barely even knew what day it was, least of all the time. Bloody fucking late would probably cover it though. Since Ciaran had lost two employees at Dark Moon recently, she had taken to helping out on nights that she wasn’t busy at Moon Dance. Good for a little extra money, not so great for her aching feet and still damp tank top that smelled of beer. 

As she passed a bench, the sound of a lighter and the scent of smoke actually made her moan, reminding her of how nice a little nicotine would be right now. She could very well wait till she got back to her cell, but suddenly the dorms seemed miles away. Turning on the heel of her sneaker, Abbi opened her mouth to ask the man if she could bum a smoke, but her words evaporated into a smirk when he spoke first. “And what makes you think that I’m interested love?” she chuckled, determined to make a pest of herself now.

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“The fuck is this bullshit.” Oz growled as he was chained up in the ballroom alongside a number of other people, masters and slaves alike. At least that was something, it wasn’t just the slaves on the receiving end of the bullshit for once. Being naked wasn’t an issue for him, but it was kind of annoying. “So what? We’re some kind of peepshow for those not in chains? And I thought this island couldn’t get any fucking classier.” He drawled with obvious sarcasm, looking at those chained around him.

“Not entirely...” Dhani spoke up, in the same position as Oz, naked and chained. Across the room he spotted Dominick speaking to Jody, who looked on the verge of a quiet nervous breakdown.

“I see a few staff in chains too... Guess teachers and the guidance counselor aren’t high enough to be left out of humiliation. I figured we were due for some serious fuckery after that fun blind date Valentine’s carnival...”