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Name: Ozwald ( Oz ) Wolf.

Oz watched a few flakes of pure snow flutter to the dark ground under him. He didn't typically like the cold, though he enjoyed the snow and crisp air that it brought. The only sounds he could hear were a few clicks on the cold cement from people around him, and the occasional roar of a car. He smiled as a cold breeze passed by, ruffling his hair. It was getting late now, and the dark of night had already been cast overhead. He had better head home.
He had only gone out to get groceries, and not a lot of them at that. Anything he needed was stuffed into a small plastic bag, which he carried in his hand. The plastic was starting to rip around the bottom, which only earned a scowl form Oz.
He continued down the block, not paying as much attention to his surroundings as he should, but was paying enough attention to notice the flashing red lights of city street lights. He glanced to the bright orange glow, vibrant amongst the small white puffs buzzing around, and stopped. He waited there patiently as another cold breeze came by.

Oz only had to wait there for a minute before the cars slowly started to slow, the traffic lights hanging over head switching colors in moments. Then only a few seconds afterwards, the light indicating him forward flashed white. He had just taken a step forward when something knocked into him. He managed to keep his balance, but had to have to take a step to his left to keep from falling. This causing his bag of groceries to finally give out and fall to the floor. A few thin boxes of instant-soups and an apple or two fell to the ground.

After an annoyed, though unsurprised, glance to the ripped bag still in his hand and the products on the floor, he turned a confused glance over his shoulder, spotting a girl on the floor, hands moving around as if looking for something and muttering an apology. He bend down, noticing a pair of red glasses scattered a foot or two away, and grabbed them. "Oh, no, don't worry about it." He said, extending the pair of red opticals to the girl so she could grab them.

He took this opertunity to scan over the girl's features. Her hair was a light blonde color, and she wore a red coat around her torso, as well as a matching black and dark gray scarf hid some of her gentle facial features. He had only spotted the beginning of the scar on the side of her head. By her accent, he could clearly tell this girl was not from around here.

He offered the girl a polite smile and thoughtful look, extending his other hand to help the woman up. "Anyway, are you alright?"

Oz helped the girl to her feet, only then not inn something odd under her scarf. He kept his gaze on it only for a curious moment, before returning his gaze to her face. He didn't want to seem rude by starting at whatever it was. Once he returned his gaze to the girl, he took in the new red glasses, which seemed to add to her features and giving this girl a lot of personality.

"Yes, I'm alright." He said simply as she readjusted her scarf. It only took his a second to find something. Else to say, after all, they hadn't introduced themselves. "I'm Ozwald, but... Just call me Oz." He extended a hand out to the Bonny lass and allowed a bright smile to come onto his face. "And you are?"

Oz shook the girl 's hand as they locked hands. She identified herself as Jemma, which he repeated a few times in his mind so he wouldn't forget, since he was a bit forgetful when it came to names. She had paused momentarily before she spoke her name, and seemed focused in her words when she did speak it. This made Oz a little more curious.

He smiled as they girl posed another question, and glanced to a few scattered items and a plastic bag on the floor. "Just stocking up." He joked, noticing the girl shiver. She was getting cold, and from the looks of it wasn't so used to the cold. She could tell from her accent she was from America, and depending on from where in America, it may not have been as cold.

Oz was slightly surprised to see Jemma jump and hurry to retrieve the scattered goods. It took a moment for him to refocus from this thought, and once he did, he opened his mouth to tell her she didn't have to pick them up. Though by the time she had already picked them all up in her arms, no words had come out.

He couldn't help but smile once more at the kind gesture. "No need to worry or anything, it's fine." He said, taking the things back into his arms. "Thank you." He said.

"It's getting Late. Do you live close by?" He didn't want to keep the cold lass of she was far from home. Although he had to admit, though they only met, he enjoyed conversing with her. He had forgotten all about the cold himself, aside from feeling a few cold breezes.

The answer she gave to his question made him feel a little better. She was about to raise his had to wave goodbye as the girl turned to leave, but she quickly turned to pose another question. He put a thoughtful look on his face and nodded. "I don't live far. Only a block or two away." He said, "And I'd love to walk together."

He took a step towards the girl, glancing up at the road ahead momentarily before returning his gaze to her.

Oz though about the question the girl posed as they walked down the block. It definitely wasn't a hard question, and he knew the awnser right away, but wanted to word it well enough. "I've lived here all my life,mthough not in this town." He admitted, glancing to a few of the streets signs he had come to recognize. "So I've only lived in the neighboorhood for 10 months." He looked back to Je ma to ask the same question, "How about you? How long have you lived here?"

Oz listened to her reply and wasn't surprised by the answer. Hi had guessed it was a similar place. He had never been to Florida, or even to America, but he knew enough about it there. It was hot, stifling. At least that's what he was told. He gave a quick nod and kept walking, he wans to far from home now, a block away.

Oz scanned the building briefly. This was obviously not one of the best homes on the block, and he knew it was pretty old and dingy. He had lived somewhere similar when he moved into the neighborhood, though his was a little farther away, and he only stayed for a month or so. He glanced back down to Jemma, who was adjusting her scarf, and whatever was under it. He was still curious, but it couldn't get a good look at it to identify it. Whatever it was was something he hadn't seen many times before.

"Anytime." He said, waving his hand goodbye and stepping back, though he stopped. "If you need anything, let me know. I live in the first house a block from here." He said, offering a smile. That said, he turned away, and began walking home.