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undergrounds2016-11-16 07:56 pm
constantprisoner) wrote in undergrounds2016-11-16 07:56 pm
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November days...
[A - Early November]
He'd meant to come here on Halloween.
But upon hearing about vampire raves happening, even if it wasn't until later, Sirius had decided to wait a bit. After all, they were still pretty bold and who's to say there wasn't one or two that was reckless enough for an attack in the daylight as a Halloween prank. So he'd decided to wait.
He'd gotten up early that day, puttering around before finally forcing himself to go to the cemetery. He even stopped and bought a simple bouquet, reflecting that this would be the first time he'd be able to do this. To actually lay flowers on his friend's grave. The most he had been able to do last year was visit while in dog form. It was funny how things had turned around.
There weren't a lot of people in the cemetery when he got there, and for that he was thankful. Even though he wasn't necessarily in danger of being recognized anymore, it didn't stop people from talking. He found the grave, laying the flowers at the base with a smile.
"Sorry this took so long. Had a bit of a time getting here, but I'll save that story for another time." He paused, taking a breath, "Just so you know, I'm gonna set this right. Somehow. But count on it."
The first step, he supposed, would be finding the guy who said he had information. Hopefully enough time had passed that he'd made his way back to London. He took another breath, before nodding to the grave and turning to leave. Time to get to work.
[B - Mid-November]
Sirius has found he's been spending more time at Hillingdon House. Something he'd thought he'd never really be doing again. But at the same time, he finds he doesn't mind. He's grown to like the house. It's comfortable, and warm most of the time. There's a character to it that he can appreciate. Seems to fit the clan these days.
For now, he's in the kitchen, rummaging for...something. He's not sure what. Food of some kind, maybe? All they really seem to have is tea, coffee, and maybe some granola bars. It's not exactly well stocked and he's having trouble remembering the last time he saw groceries. Well, it's not his favourite task, but if he's going to be spending more time here, he might as well pull his weight.
"If I was to go get groceries, what would you want on the list?" He asks idly to anyone else in the kitchen.
[C - Mid-End of November]
Having successfully created a list, Sirius has gone forth to complete his self-imposed task. It's actually nice to be out and about again. Not having to worry about being noticed or vampires running amok, Sirius felt relatively safe walking the street. Aside from the weather starting to make a distinct move towards winter of course.
He checked the list again, and then the time, before turning to the grocery store. Hopefully, this wouldn't take too long.
He'd meant to come here on Halloween.
But upon hearing about vampire raves happening, even if it wasn't until later, Sirius had decided to wait a bit. After all, they were still pretty bold and who's to say there wasn't one or two that was reckless enough for an attack in the daylight as a Halloween prank. So he'd decided to wait.
He'd gotten up early that day, puttering around before finally forcing himself to go to the cemetery. He even stopped and bought a simple bouquet, reflecting that this would be the first time he'd be able to do this. To actually lay flowers on his friend's grave. The most he had been able to do last year was visit while in dog form. It was funny how things had turned around.
There weren't a lot of people in the cemetery when he got there, and for that he was thankful. Even though he wasn't necessarily in danger of being recognized anymore, it didn't stop people from talking. He found the grave, laying the flowers at the base with a smile.
"Sorry this took so long. Had a bit of a time getting here, but I'll save that story for another time." He paused, taking a breath, "Just so you know, I'm gonna set this right. Somehow. But count on it."
The first step, he supposed, would be finding the guy who said he had information. Hopefully enough time had passed that he'd made his way back to London. He took another breath, before nodding to the grave and turning to leave. Time to get to work.
[B - Mid-November]
Sirius has found he's been spending more time at Hillingdon House. Something he'd thought he'd never really be doing again. But at the same time, he finds he doesn't mind. He's grown to like the house. It's comfortable, and warm most of the time. There's a character to it that he can appreciate. Seems to fit the clan these days.
For now, he's in the kitchen, rummaging for...something. He's not sure what. Food of some kind, maybe? All they really seem to have is tea, coffee, and maybe some granola bars. It's not exactly well stocked and he's having trouble remembering the last time he saw groceries. Well, it's not his favourite task, but if he's going to be spending more time here, he might as well pull his weight.
"If I was to go get groceries, what would you want on the list?" He asks idly to anyone else in the kitchen.
[C - Mid-End of November]
Having successfully created a list, Sirius has gone forth to complete his self-imposed task. It's actually nice to be out and about again. Not having to worry about being noticed or vampires running amok, Sirius felt relatively safe walking the street. Aside from the weather starting to make a distinct move towards winter of course.
He checked the list again, and then the time, before turning to the grocery store. Hopefully, this wouldn't take too long.
C
She is standing in front of the shelves which hold a variety of juice boxes, checking to make sure she picks something that contain real juice, without being full of added sugar and artificial flavour.
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Doing his best to be polite, Sirius decides to wait until Liaden's moved on, glancing at his list, and around her to see if he can spot the best brand.
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"Hard to find something healthy, right?"
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She looked over at the man's cart, which was at least as full as hers. "And how about you?"
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"Same sort of deal, mouths to feed. Though it's mostly stocking up."
She has a faint, but familiar scent around her, and it takes Sirius a minute to identify it as Hillingdon House. Was she a member of the clan? He'd have to ask, but how? Subtlety wasn't exactly a strength of his.
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And a part of Sirius is wondering how they would compare. He imagines some overlap, at least.
"So you work with kids?"
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"I run a home daycare." No need to mention it was children who may have special abilities, though most were too young to have developed them.
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"Wow! That's quite a responsibility."
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She nodded in agreement. "It has been an interesting adjustment, going from watching one child to caring for five. But it has been very rewarding already."
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Sirius leaned on his cart, before shifting as it started to move away from him. Why didn't these things have breaks?
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He really should be getting on with his shopping, but it was nice to be able to talk to people again .
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That was more of his domain. He and his friends really couldn't be left alone, otherwise it would be some sort of a disaster.
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But at least he had been able to come out to Manchester last month, when she was there investigating Sarah Silverton. That had been a nice surprise.
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It seemed a fair question to ask, though Sirius wouldn't be offended if she declined to answer. After all, it's something he doesn't often bring up.
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She could almost smell the trees as she said this. She missed the smell of so many trees.
"However, there were much fewer grocery stores and the one that there was only had one brand of juice. Life was a bit simpler," she added, with a wry smile.
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"So what brought you to London?'
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It seemed like longer than that - or shorter too. But she'd found that to be true of most large life changes.
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Certainly better that he had been once he'd arrived.
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