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February Catch-All
[Hillingdon - closed to Annie]
While it wasn't really his intention, Sirius has become something of a familiar face at Hillingdon house. He can usually be seen around, though he doesn't interact with a whole lot of people, outside of those he already knows and is familiar with. Those that do remember him have thankfully kept their distance (no doubt due to his family's influence) and Sirius has to admit that he doesn't mind. He wasn't there to renew those old bonds, just develop something of a place of security. He hopes.
Mostly he can be seen at the task board, taking up various odd jobs, and that's where he is currently, considering what was available.
[Barnet - Shopping, early February]
If there was one thing on this world that he could do without, Sirius decided, it was shopping. Grocery shopping in particular. It was just an exhausting chore in his mind, not to mention dangerous given his present state. Wandering the aisles and trying to make sure he wasn't noticed was always and adventure, and not the fun sort. He left the store with a vast amount of relief and headed home. He'd eat out all the time if he could, but money was something he had to pay attention to and eating out also posed risks.
He missed the days when he could risk a little more in his life.
[Valentine's Day and Lupercalia]
The holidays, Sirius reflected, were doing an absolute terrible job at being holidays. He couldn't remember the last time he'd managed to enjoy himself over a holiday. Not that he'd had a lot of reason to do so, but it was the principle of the matter.
Take Valentine's day for example. It used to be he could have a good time on Valentine's Day, could usually find a date of some sort. Now? Now he had to worry that someone would recognize him and the police would get involved and it would all just be a mess. So instead he was drinking alone in some seedy pub. Absolutely terrible job.
Lupercalia wasn't much better, not that Sirius had ever really celebrated it. It just brought up memories of his family and the few rituals he had attended, but never been comfortable with. Again, absolutely terrible.
'What am I going to do with myself?" he muttered, staring at his half-empty glass.
[Choose your own adventure]
Whatever you'd liked
While it wasn't really his intention, Sirius has become something of a familiar face at Hillingdon house. He can usually be seen around, though he doesn't interact with a whole lot of people, outside of those he already knows and is familiar with. Those that do remember him have thankfully kept their distance (no doubt due to his family's influence) and Sirius has to admit that he doesn't mind. He wasn't there to renew those old bonds, just develop something of a place of security. He hopes.
Mostly he can be seen at the task board, taking up various odd jobs, and that's where he is currently, considering what was available.
[Barnet - Shopping, early February]
If there was one thing on this world that he could do without, Sirius decided, it was shopping. Grocery shopping in particular. It was just an exhausting chore in his mind, not to mention dangerous given his present state. Wandering the aisles and trying to make sure he wasn't noticed was always and adventure, and not the fun sort. He left the store with a vast amount of relief and headed home. He'd eat out all the time if he could, but money was something he had to pay attention to and eating out also posed risks.
He missed the days when he could risk a little more in his life.
[Valentine's Day and Lupercalia]
The holidays, Sirius reflected, were doing an absolute terrible job at being holidays. He couldn't remember the last time he'd managed to enjoy himself over a holiday. Not that he'd had a lot of reason to do so, but it was the principle of the matter.
Take Valentine's day for example. It used to be he could have a good time on Valentine's Day, could usually find a date of some sort. Now? Now he had to worry that someone would recognize him and the police would get involved and it would all just be a mess. So instead he was drinking alone in some seedy pub. Absolutely terrible job.
Lupercalia wasn't much better, not that Sirius had ever really celebrated it. It just brought up memories of his family and the few rituals he had attended, but never been comfortable with. Again, absolutely terrible.
'What am I going to do with myself?" he muttered, staring at his half-empty glass.
[Choose your own adventure]
Whatever you'd liked
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While he didn't have time to shift into his dog form, which did allow for a bit more speed, he was still plenty fast and managed to catch up. He doesn't want to do anything drastic (that won't help his case), but he's got to do something.
"Please, you've got to listen to me! I'm not a criminal!"
feel free to grab her or anything you need
"Then why-" she calls. Why did he have a poster like that? Why was he chasing her? "Stay 'way!"
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"Please, just let me explain."
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"Let me go!" She tells him in no uncertain terms. "There's no explanation!"
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It's a lousy counter-argument but it's all he's got in at the moment since he's also focusing on getting her to stay and not call the police, but also not hurt her.
"Look, I was framed! I'm not actually a murderer."
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"You were- I'm-?" Her hand is off her phone. "Don't believe you."
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"But I'll let go if you promise to listen to my explanation. After that, you can decide for yourself."
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"Twelve years ago, or thirteen now I guess, there was a murder. The victim was a very close friend of mine, someone I would have laid my life down for. And the actual murderer made it look like I had done it. The only reason I escaped so that I can track them down and clear my name."
And possibly exact revenge, if he had anything to say about it.
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"How- how were you framed?" She's not struggling anymore, she just wants to make an informed decision.
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He lets go of her before clenching his hand into a fist. It still makes him angry, at himself more than anyone else.
"That's why I'm in London now. To find the real killer."
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Annie reaches into her pocket and pulls out the poster, and holds it out to him.
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"Thank you," he says quietly. "I'm sorry I scared you."
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"It's, uhm- not ah, that hard-? to scare me, I mean." Pathetic, in a hunter.
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"Uhm- I'm Annie, by the way. Annie Cresta. Just thought it was ah, fair. To tell you my name."
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His, he suspects, will be hunting down wanted posters and destroying them. He'd prefer not to have this situation happen again.
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"If I see any more of those posters, I'll take them down." She pauses. "And uhm, I want you to know that, ah, I'd use the money? For Hillington. Not- not myself." So that he can know she's at least charitable.
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"I'd appreciate that." He's certain that new ones will go up, but it's something. "Good to know that it would go to a good 'cause at least."
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Though it did highlight that he really did need to clear his name somehow.
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Annie takes a half-step backwards. "I should go." Because this was the part where she couldn't really talk with people.
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He pauses for a moment, considering.
"If you want my help with anything, you can ask. I'm a shapeshifter, so I've got a good nose for things."
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Annie echos his pause, before slowly reaching a hand out. "I'll keep that in mind. I'm just human. It was, all things considered, uhm, nice to meet you, I guess?"
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"Yeah, all things considered."