causing trouble wherever he goes...

[constantprisoner]

[A; Shenanigans!]

Prior to his descent into infamy, Sirius Black had a very different reputation, most notably at school. Along with his friends, he was known for being a rather excellent prankster. No one was safe from the stunts that they pulled, and most of the time they were harmless, and meant in good fun. (Except for the one time they weren't but that's another story). That kind of behavior wouldn't go over well where Sirius had spent the last decade, and so it had been a good, long while since Sirius had last pulled a prank.

And now that he was getting comfortable in his freedom, his thoughts turned to that time and he feels he has to do something.

It's not the most complex prank, but it is an effective one, and a classic at that.

He'd gotten hold of a pound and some glue, and stuck the coin in the middle of the sidewalk. And was now sitting in a nearby alley, laughing to himself at those who would stop to try and take it.

[B; Let's Heist!]

Talking to Cooper had gotten Sirius thinking about his old motorbike.

He had no way of knowing what had happened to it. If his friends had taken it and were keeping it for him or if it had been sold or if, god forbid, someone had junked it. He really didn't know, and he was reluctant to contact anyone from his old life just yet. Mostly because he was scared of their reaction. He'd hate to reach out only to find himself back where he started.

But there was a place to start.

Which is why, as the sun is setting, Sirius approaches an old garage. It's gotten a bit run down as the years passed, but he'd worked hard here and he'd liked it. He wished he could be returning in better circumstances. All he was planning to do was have a look around, see if he could find the bike or any sign of it. He didn't expect to find anything, but it would be better than doing nothing or just wondering.

He waits until the place has closed, the employees gone for the night before sneaking over, constantly checking to make sure he's alone. It would be smarter to do this as a dog, but at the same time, he has to look in windows and maybe hop the fence of the lot to check there. It's a bit hard to do some of that without opposable thumbs.

Sirius climbs unsteadily on top of some garbage cans to try and look inside. He's balanced precariously as he pulls himself up. Not much has changed inside, but with the light out it's really hard to tell what's in there. Not that he has long to look as the garbage can gives out, and he falls with a clang and a yelp!

And now he's pressed against the wall, praying that no one heard that.

Comments

[constantprisoner]

"Sounds silly, but I was trying to get a look inside," Sirius admits. Granted the lights had been off so finding what he was looking for was unlikely.

"Not to break in or anything," he adds hastily, not wanting to give the wrong impression. "Just, wanted to check on some things."

[acrookedchild]

"A look inside?" It sounds odd, but, well. She grew up in a haunted house, raised by a fae. There's not a whole lot that she won't believe, really. Still, someone might be trying to break into the place. Of course no one would admit if that was their plan.

"Why? What's in there?"

[constantprisoner]

"I hoping something that belonged to me, a motorcycle. But I didn't really get a good look and the light's off anyway."

He'd have to come up with a plan B. The only reason why he wasn't attempting this during the day was because he didn't want to cause any more trouble. The last thing they needed was a wanted criminal showing up on their doorstep asking if they had his old motorcycle. Somehow, Sirius didn't think that would go over well.

[acrookedchild]

Abigail looked at him, then at the window, and she shook her head.

"Well, your first mistake is using bins. Something like that? Never going to support your weight." Okay, so she might only know because of using things to peer into windows of her house when her parents were elsewhere. It had been a game, listening at doors to her father's business meetings or trying to watch whatever rituals they and Unthank concocted. All things that were meant to be 'for adults only.' "Crates are better. More balance."

After all, he wasn't trying to break in. That she couldn't help with. He just wanted a look in.

[constantprisoner]

"Fair point. I was just trying to be quick about it," Sirius replies. Though he does glance around.

"You don't happen to see any crates, do you?"

He wouldn't mind a better look, than the brief glance he'd had before falling.

[acrookedchild]

"Not... right away. No."

She looks around, frowning a bit as she does. Because, well. Crates were a good suggestion, she'll hold to that, but... There aren't any. Not immediately visible.

[constantprisoner]

He hadn't really been expecting there to be any, having looked around himself.

"Thanks anyway. I'll have to come back with my own."

[acrookedchild]

"Why not just call them and ask about the bike?"

It seems like the simplest thing to do in her opinion.

[constantprisoner]

That would be the smart thing to do. However, doing the smart thing is not exactly something Sirius is known for.

"I wouldn't want to cause trouble for them. We didn't exactly part under the best circumstances. I used to work here."

[acrookedchild]

To Abigail (who's only crime is her family name, and, even then, she's more of a curiosity, someone to be brought to a party to cause a little flutter among society women), the answer seems simple.

"Why not get someone else to call for you?"

[constantprisoner]

"I can't say I know a lot of people who would do that for me," Sirius replied. At least, none that he was ask readily just yet. It's easier to just keep acting in secret.

[acrookedchild]

"Why not? You just want to know, right? Not like you need them to ask a lot of questions like you're casing the place." Someone's seen a lot of TV. And crime dramas. Which makes her pause. "Are you casing it?"

...Because he'd totally say if he was. Obviously. She's aware of how stupid that question is the moment it leaves her.

[constantprisoner]

"Of course not," Sirius replies almost instantly, and a little defensively. Sure he might look like a ragamuffin and was an escaped criminal, but really he was innocent all the way through. Okay maybe not all the way, considering his past.

"But I really don't know who I can ask, unless you want to do it?"

[acrookedchild]

"Sure." After all, he just wants to know if it's there. Not... where in there it is. Or when there won't be anyone there. Or anything. So, it ought to be okay to volunteer to do it. "Got a number I can text? Or call? Once I talk to them. And I'll need to know what kind of bike I'm asking about."

Since, well, if he couldn't call himself for whatever reason, she probably couldn't just drop his name.

...And, yes, this sort of behaviour might well lead her to be an unwitting accomplice to a crime one of these days, but she isn't really thinking about that.

[constantprisoner]

Sirius is a bit surprised, having not expected her to answer so readily. The idea of forming relationships again is an odd one.

"If the number hasn't changed, you could probably call them. The bike is a T120 Bonneville. Probably be easier to call when they're open though."

[acrookedchild]

"I'll do it tomorrow morning," she says with a smile. To her, it seems like a pretty simple favour. Calling to see if something was there? Not hard.

"How should I let you know once I've asked?"

[constantprisoner]

That is a good question, Sirius reflects. Given his current situation, he's pretty hard to get a hold of, and he's a little reluctant to change that.

"I suppose I can hang around this area for a bit, or an area where you're going to be. That's probably easiest than trying to search the whole city for me."

Not that he'd get far.

[acrookedchild]

"We could meet for coffee tomorrow evening," she offers. Then again, she doesn't know who he actually is and that he can't exactly just walk into a coffee shop and sit down.

[constantprisoner]

"That might not work. Depends on where we meet," Sirius replies. There was always Clara's shop but Sirius isn't entirely sure where that is from here, having only scoped the area out briefly. And a public place like a coffee shop was just asking for trouble.

"A park might be easier."

[acrookedchild]

"A park?"

Not that meeting him in a park was any more dangerous than this, Abby reminded herself when she started to feel hesitant. If he was going to do anything to her, he would have already.

"Sure."

[constantprisoner]

"Great. There's one nearby here that we can meet at. I'll probably just wait there."

Parks are good. There's usually several hiding places and people will either keep their distance or ignore him. And if all else fails he can shift. Most people are good about letting sleeping dogs lie.

"What time?"

[acrookedchild]

"Seven-ish?"

After all, too late in the evening and she was just asking for trouble. Much as she liked to trust people, that much stuck in her head.

[constantprisoner]

"That works," Sirius replies, smiling slightly. He'll probably be there well before then but she doesn't need to know that.

"Thanks, I really appreciate this."

[acrookedchild]

"No problem. Now, rob the place, and I'm turning you in so fast."

It's almost joking. Mostly because she doesn't know who and what he is.

[constantprisoner]

"Believe me, that's the last thing I want to do. Once is enough."

The words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself.