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August Adventures: A Catch-All Post.
[A - Injury]
He'd panicked.
It was the only logical thing to do at the time. He'd gotten lax and cocky, going so far as to try to read a discarded newspaper at a public bench and someone had recognized him. And alerted the police. Considering how fast they were on him, Sirius still considered it a miracle he had gotten away. He hadn't even had the opportunity to shift into his faster form.
He'd launched himself into the first back alley he saw, hoping for a moment where he could undress and shift but that wasn't likely. His pursuers were determined, he'd give them that but Sirius's desire not to return to prison spurred him on and eventually he lost them. But not before he'd had to jump a fence and land funny on his leg. He'd sat in the alley for a long time, breathing hard and waiting for the police to catch up. But they didn't and finally he could breathe.
But not for long. The moment Sirius stood up, he knew he had a problem as pain shot up his leg. He'd definitely done something to some part of it. Assuming it was just a twisted ankle, Sirius had limped off to find somewhere a little closed off where he could rest.
That had been a weekend ago, and things still hurt. Sirius knew he would have to do something about it.
[B - Safehouse]
The events at the beginning of August served only to remind Sirius that he was in a pretty vulnerable position. He needed somewhere a little safer than the back alleys of London if he was going to get anywhere. He needed a safehouse of some sort. It didn't have to be big or particularly comfortable, but somewhere that he could stay if he needed to keep out of sight for a while, or at least rest for a couple hours without worry.
Not entirely sure how this place was going to manifest and assuming that he would know it when he saw it, Sirius wandered the streets of London, looking for something that might just work or just inspiration.
The fact that he's currently a large black dog certainly won't draw any attention now would it?
[C - Hillingdon]
It's been a long time since Sirius has been here.
Even though it's been a long time, the streets still seem familiar to him, as if he never left. He's not sure why he was reluctant to come back. Perhaps the presence of his family or just the fact that he let his connections to the Hillingdon Clan slide. He'd never sat well with the insular nature of things.
However, things had changed and Sirius had to see if his name still had any sort of weight around here. Surviving on his own was only going to get more difficult, especially since he was finding it very difficult to lay low. If he could just find someone he knew from the old days, convince them, maybe he might have a chance. It was a slim one and he was prepared to bolt the moment things went south.
But for now he had to try.
[D - Wildcard]
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He'd panicked.
It was the only logical thing to do at the time. He'd gotten lax and cocky, going so far as to try to read a discarded newspaper at a public bench and someone had recognized him. And alerted the police. Considering how fast they were on him, Sirius still considered it a miracle he had gotten away. He hadn't even had the opportunity to shift into his faster form.
He'd launched himself into the first back alley he saw, hoping for a moment where he could undress and shift but that wasn't likely. His pursuers were determined, he'd give them that but Sirius's desire not to return to prison spurred him on and eventually he lost them. But not before he'd had to jump a fence and land funny on his leg. He'd sat in the alley for a long time, breathing hard and waiting for the police to catch up. But they didn't and finally he could breathe.
But not for long. The moment Sirius stood up, he knew he had a problem as pain shot up his leg. He'd definitely done something to some part of it. Assuming it was just a twisted ankle, Sirius had limped off to find somewhere a little closed off where he could rest.
That had been a weekend ago, and things still hurt. Sirius knew he would have to do something about it.
[B - Safehouse]
The events at the beginning of August served only to remind Sirius that he was in a pretty vulnerable position. He needed somewhere a little safer than the back alleys of London if he was going to get anywhere. He needed a safehouse of some sort. It didn't have to be big or particularly comfortable, but somewhere that he could stay if he needed to keep out of sight for a while, or at least rest for a couple hours without worry.
Not entirely sure how this place was going to manifest and assuming that he would know it when he saw it, Sirius wandered the streets of London, looking for something that might just work or just inspiration.
The fact that he's currently a large black dog certainly won't draw any attention now would it?
[C - Hillingdon]
It's been a long time since Sirius has been here.
Even though it's been a long time, the streets still seem familiar to him, as if he never left. He's not sure why he was reluctant to come back. Perhaps the presence of his family or just the fact that he let his connections to the Hillingdon Clan slide. He'd never sat well with the insular nature of things.
However, things had changed and Sirius had to see if his name still had any sort of weight around here. Surviving on his own was only going to get more difficult, especially since he was finding it very difficult to lay low. If he could just find someone he knew from the old days, convince them, maybe he might have a chance. It was a slim one and he was prepared to bolt the moment things went south.
But for now he had to try.
[D - Wildcard]
Feel free to set up something completely different.
[ INJURY - and sirius noooo ; ; ]
Looking around to make sure no one is around, the early hour letting her know that it would be at least another hour or less before someone came passing by, Clara moves closer to him with alarm and fear written all over her face. It looks like there'll be a change of plans with the appearance of her friend here outside, looking like he needed a helping hand or dozen.
"Wh-What happened?" She had heard the gossip with some of the customers there, someone spotting a notorious criminal on the loose. They made no mentions of him limping or being hurt. It makes her wonder with anxiety what else wasn't said. "What's wrong? What do you need?"
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"Someone noticed me so I had to run. Misjudged a jump and landed on my ankle a bit funny. I just thought it was twisted, but it might be a bit worse."
There's a part of him that wishes he could lean on her, but that probably wouldn't go well. But he's held himself up for this long, so a little longer shouldn't be too bad, right?
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Looking around one last time to make sure there's no one else around, she nods and makes her final decision: "We'll get that patched up. Give me a second, okay? Rest here and I'll-- I'll go into the coffee shop, make the cameras stop working for a bit and open the back for you. There's a first aid kit there. I can help you make a temporary splint."
Only temporary. It's better than nothing, she supposes. What they need to do the most is get him inside so he can hide better for a bit and get a breather.
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There's a part of him that wants to say that he can manage, that he'll just hobble along until he can find a place to hide and rest up and not cause any trouble. That is how he got into this mess after all.
But a splint would help and it's better than using materials he could find in a back alley. He leans against the wall of the building, trying to take some of the weight off of his leg.
"How many do I owe you now?" he asks.
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Just in time for her to hear what he says to her. It causes her to look at him in disapproval before shaking her head.
"You owe me nothing," she assures him. There's no way she'll leverage a debt or a favour to anyone if she can. "Come in! Come in! It's so chilly the morning. Let's warm you up and get that checked on. I think I remember how you do this. Thank goodness I hid my ghost gloves earlier."
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He makes his way into the shop, trying not to put any weight on his injured leg, though it's difficult. Finally he slumps into a chair.
"Sorry, your what?"
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"Ghost gloves! Er. That's what I call them though I'm sure they have a more meaningful name," she answers him as she opens the first aid kit when she's next to him. "They let me touch things more easily. It gets itchy after a while but it's an acceptable payoff."
The bandages, the splints, an ice pack. Okay. She thinks she had every thing. "How did they notice you? I thought you were hiding."
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A
"It sounds as though you have a little problem."
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Instead, he tries to focus.
"Sorry? You scared me there."
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Well, he asked what the trouble is, but in reality, he already had a pretty good idea."
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"Oh! Dr..Faust right?"
The little voice in the back of Sirius's head that sounds like Remus is telling him this isn't the greatest idea he's ever had. But Sirius didn't have the best track record of listening to Remus, and the voice was being drowned out by the pain in his leg.
"Nothing much, just twisted my ankle a bit. I think. Landed on it funny."
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Of course, sprained ankles weren't his specialty -- at least not any more. But he was a doctor.
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"Nor have I really had a chance to get ice anywhere." Since he was avoiding being noticed and you don't generally find one in a trash bin.
"I guess if you don't mind taking a look?"
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HILLINGDON
He's been making more of an effort to try and get out and about himself lately, though. Since being accepted as a Night Guardian, nominated by the Hillingdon clan as their man on the inside, he figures he should at least make an attempt. Ironic, that he should have been nominated, considering some of the clan's opinions on the Council itself, but he supposes that's neither here nor there. He can't claim that he's a man of honor or justice, but certainly compared to others about the place, he's the right man to uphold the peace. If only that were truly what he's assigned to do.
A lot of things have been weighing on his mind, since being sworn in. Particularly the part about how he's not supposed to tell anyone about his oath, lest he turn to stone. He's going to need a drink to get the image of those people-turned-statues out of his head. Hell, he's going to need several. Which is why he finds himself raiding Hillingdon's small yet not insubstantial liquor supply and sinking down into one of the decorative but not all that comfortable armchairs in the parlor...
((ooc: let me know if i need to change this at all? :x i kind of just went with it -- i'd really love to thread with sirius though!))
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The house hasn't changed a bit it seems. Or at least, it looks the same on the outside as Sirius remembers. He's still a little wary of entering though. After all, he'd started drifting away from the Clan well before his incarceration. While he'd never formally cut ties with them, there was still enough distance that Sirius wasn't sure if he was formally considered a member anymore. Of course the only way to find out was to ask, so there was no point in loitering anymore.
There was a time when he would have burst through the front door without a second thought, acting like he owned the place. If he wasn't a wanted man, he probably still would burst through the door at least. His hesitation bothered him more than he cared to admit. He wasn't a coward and there was no excuse for starting to act like one now.
So he knocked on the door. Pounded rather, in the hopes that someone would hear him.
my apologies for the delay, the work week is killer :x
As he peers through the peep hole however, he doesn't see signs of anything of the sort. Just a slightly disheveled looking man, who seems rather intent on being let inside. Faolan puts up his gun in its holster and cracks the door open to speak to him.
"Can I help you?" he asks, raising an eyebrow slightly at the newcomer as he does.
No worries
"As a matter of fact, yes," Sirius replies. "I guess you could say I'm here to renew my membership."
No other choice but to dive right in really.
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He takes the other man in for a long moment, before stepping aside and opening the door for him. So that might be a poor decision on his part, in retrospect, but he's armed and as far as he can tell the man who's just approached Hillingdon House isn't. Besides, he looks a little rough around the edges, as though he hasn't been eating or sleeping or treating himself very well, of late. Or as if he's just started, after a long while of not doing so.
"Renew, you say?" Faolan asks. He hasn't seen this man around, and he's been there for around a decade or so. True, he's not been the most social of all of them, so it's possible he might have missed him. But he doesn't think so, at least.
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"I was something of a member a number of years ago. Kind of let that go for a bit when I had to go abroad suddenly."
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Safehouse
"Now, now," she murmurs under her breath, her lips twisted into a smirk, "what might you be up to?"
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It's a bit hard to explain his intentions in this form, and something tells him that the less people know, the better.
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She can guess the answer there. The question remains: what is it worth to him? She has quite a list of things she wants. Many of them are quite common, and that's what she intends to make the most use of.
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He hates to admit it, but he's been considering the fae's offer. Between the events earlier this month and the knowledge that the weather's going to change, he needs something to keep himself safe.
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She already had her price in mind. She'd settled in since they'd last spoken. After all, she'd need a great amount for what she needed. The more sources she had, the better.
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He scoots off to a back alley where he had last hidden his clothes, changing into his human form so that he would have a better way of negotiating.
"And that's all I have to do? Just silver or iron...things?"
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