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undergrounds2015-08-12 11:32 pm
constantprisoner) wrote in undergrounds2015-08-12 11:32 pm
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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]
Feel free to set up something completely different.
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.
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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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Admittedly, Sirius is delaying. He doesn't really want to talk about his stupidity. It's just another reminder that his life is full of mistakes like these.
"I was, but I got a little cocky reading a newspaper. Managed to outrun the police though."
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That will help him a lot. He can read a newspaper in peace without worrying someone calling the police to his attention. "I take it that you at least managed to shake them off for now, right? It seems to be the case."
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He pulls up the pant leg, revealing the ankle, which is swollen.
"I did. Right after I landed on my ankle. I thought for sure they were going to catch me but I guess they didn't see or hear me."
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"Good thing they didn't catch you," she states, pointing out the very obvious. "That's a good stroke of luck."
How long will it last, though? She doesn't want to hear the news of him being caught. Goodness knows how they'll treat him after that. It nags her as she tends to the ankle, trying to recall how she did this in the past. "Have you been able to rest since then? Have a bite to eat? I can make something here if you want. It won't be a five-star meal but it's better than nothing, right?"
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"It really was. I've been lying low ever since and keeping out of sight. I've slept here and there, but it's not like I've gotten very far on this."
Mostly a couple hours at a time. Long enough to get some energy back before he moves onto another location. Eating hadn't really been a big concern and he's about to pass when his stomach growls.
"Finding food was a little harder."
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After this is seen to. They should be able to patch this up without much issue. Fingers crossed no one notices the missing items from the kit when they open the shop later.
Maybe they'll blame her again for the missing items and they'll be right this time, the bandages and the splint going to a cause she thinks is worth the attention and care this calls for. "Tell me if the binding is too tight or lose, okay? I'm rather rusty in this."
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"Feels okay so far." He's still got to walk, at least until he can find somewhere safe to rest so tighter is probably better.
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It should hold up until he gets proper care. Just in case, she knocks on a table as she passes by to get him a meal. No use of jinxing the poor man with the way his week has been. "Do you have a place in mind to go after this?"
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"Hadn't really gotten that far, so I can't say that I do."
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She's clearly trying to think of a place he could go after this but her mind is drawing a blank. Her go to answer, the Redbright school, is probably not a place where an escaped convict should be spotted at.
"Are there any hold hangouts you used to visit?" Clara now asked him as she returns, the meal in tow with her. "Or secret places only you and your friends had?"
Clara had that in the past. Between her and Francisco. But it's located somewhere in Bromley so meaning it's almost impossible for her to go and visit these days.
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Although it might be worth checking, somehow the idea of returning there didn't sit well with him. It wouldn't be returning to the scene of the crime, but it was probably guarded regardless.
"I am looking for a place though. A safehouse of sorts."
Probably better than hanging out in a back alley.
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It would only be a matter of time before someone found him and both of them would be in trouble. Not the best scenario for either.
She sets down the wrapped up sandwich, the bag of chips, and bottle of water on the table closest to him as she thinks of where else he can go. "Who were you with back in the day? I mean-- I assume back then the city had its groups still given how old everyone is so you must have been with a gaggle yourself."
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He grabs the sandwich, taking a few large bites a little less than gracefully before responding.
"I have connections to the Hillingdon Clan, but I can't say they'll mean much now. I sort of dropped contact with them after I left home."
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Their numbers weren't alway that much ever since Clara ran across them years ago but, recently, they've been quiet thanks to a lack of active members in their ranks and other things getting tied up. Maybe they'll be willing to look the other way if he could help or find a way to change his appearance.
Oh! That other part! "Do you-- Do you think you can find a way to change your appearance? For a limited time at least? So you can meet with others or go out without trouble?"
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Between his alleged criminal status and undoubtedly things his family have said about him, Sirius does have a few reasons to be concerned.
"You know, I hadn't really thought about that. It probably would be a smart idea."
It would probably give him a slightly cleaner appearance as well. If he shaved and cut his hair maybe? Just finding a place to do that might be tough.
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Whatever the case, she's determined to help no matter what.
"We can start here if you want! The employees' only lounge has a bathroom and someone usually leaves their cleaning things here. You can freshen up for a bit." She pauses and adds quickly, "Don't worry about any mess. I'll deal with that."
She's, more or less, become conditioned to clean any mess she sees so this won't be a problem. Once again she finds herself thanking the existence of the ghost gloves.
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"Is it alright for me to walk on it now? Or should I wait a bit more?"
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It should. Hopefully. It's been a while since she's done this but an old dog never forget its tricks.
She 'stands' up from the chair and glides over to his side, ready to grab hold of him in case he stumbles or has too much difficulty. "Whenever you're ready."
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"Looks like you've still got it," he says, taking a few tentative steps.
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