[ This is easily the biggest gathering Oscar's ever been to in his life, and regardless of the reason he's here, whatever it may be, he fully intends to spend the whole party as a wallflower. At least, that was the plan, but after watching the other attendees go by with their plates full of all sorts of tasty-looking treats, he has a change of heart (or more accurately, stomach). But the crowd here is vast and full of tall people, and the moment he approaches one of the tables to try to grab something, he's sent stumbling all over the place as he gets bumped into and jostled around again and again. ]
Um, excuse me? Can I—
[ It's no good, he can't get anyone to hear him with all the other chatter going on, and so no one will make room for him to get any closer. With a small sigh, he decides it's best to just retreat, but even that proves to be difficult, and right when he thinks he's almost made it out, someone walks in front of him and accidentally drives their elbow directly into his face.
Oscar staggers back, wincing as he rubs the point of impact. ]
Owww... I forgot about my Aura again...
[ In his defense, he really didn't think he'd need it just now! ]
D3.
This is fine... it's not creepy... everything's fine.
[ He had wanted to do his part and earn some money of his own, and while working as a janitor even temporarily didn't exactly fill him with excitement, it was at least better than any kind of radio gig. So to the basement he had gone! But Oscar hadn't anticipated how eerie it would be down here, and he also hadn't realized how alone he would feel now that he's without a certain voice in his head. In order to fill the silence, he's been talking to himself out loud, mainly about all the things he keeps hearing and how he shouldn't worry about them. ]
There's nothing to worry about, that last noise was probably just the floor creaking. And the one before that was... a mouse, maybe? Yeah, that must've been it. And those aren't footsteps, they're, uh...
[ No, those are definitely footsteps. Oscar freezes, and so does the bucket of water he's carrying, the ice advancing rapidly across its surface in response to his fear. For a moment, he gets lost in the echoing sound of someone walking towards him and his own heart thumping away — but then he drops the bucket and, through a flick of his wrist, flips the mop he also has on hand so that he's holding it like it's a baseball bat. With his new weapon gripped tightly, he swivels around to face whoever (or whatever) is closing in on him. ]
... Who's there? I'm warning you... I know how to fight, and I'm not afraid to take you on!
[ He's still at least a little afraid in general, but he'll throw down if he has to! ]
wildcard!
[ Please feel free to hit me up with something different if you'd like! ]
Oscar Pine | RWBY
[ This is easily the biggest gathering Oscar's ever been to in his life, and regardless of the reason he's here, whatever it may be, he fully intends to spend the whole party as a wallflower. At least, that was the plan, but after watching the other attendees go by with their plates full of all sorts of tasty-looking treats, he has a change of heart (or more accurately, stomach). But the crowd here is vast and full of tall people, and the moment he approaches one of the tables to try to grab something, he's sent stumbling all over the place as he gets bumped into and jostled around again and again. ]
Um, excuse me? Can I—
[ It's no good, he can't get anyone to hear him with all the other chatter going on, and so no one will make room for him to get any closer. With a small sigh, he decides it's best to just retreat, but even that proves to be difficult, and right when he thinks he's almost made it out, someone walks in front of him and accidentally drives their elbow directly into his face.
Oscar staggers back, wincing as he rubs the point of impact. ]
Owww... I forgot about my Aura again...
[ In his defense, he really didn't think he'd need it just now! ]
D3.
This is fine... it's not creepy... everything's fine.
[ He had wanted to do his part and earn some money of his own, and while working as a janitor even temporarily didn't exactly fill him with excitement, it was at least better than any kind of radio gig. So to the basement he had gone! But Oscar hadn't anticipated how eerie it would be down here, and he also hadn't realized how alone he would feel now that he's without a certain voice in his head. In order to fill the silence, he's been talking to himself out loud, mainly about all the things he keeps hearing and how he shouldn't worry about them. ]
There's nothing to worry about, that last noise was probably just the floor creaking. And the one before that was... a mouse, maybe? Yeah, that must've been it. And those aren't footsteps, they're, uh...
[ No, those are definitely footsteps. Oscar freezes, and so does the bucket of water he's carrying, the ice advancing rapidly across its surface in response to his fear. For a moment, he gets lost in the echoing sound of someone walking towards him and his own heart thumping away — but then he drops the bucket and, through a flick of his wrist, flips the mop he also has on hand so that he's holding it like it's a baseball bat. With his new weapon gripped tightly, he swivels around to face whoever (or whatever) is closing in on him. ]
... Who's there? I'm warning you... I know how to fight, and I'm not afraid to take you on!
[ He's still at least a little afraid in general, but he'll throw down if he has to! ]
wildcard!
[ Please feel free to hit me up with something different if you'd like! ]