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undergrounds2015-06-11 05:45 pm
constantprisoner) wrote in undergrounds2015-06-11 05:45 pm
The boy is back in town
[A]
After years of imprisonment, freedom is amazing.
Even now, even though it's been a few days, he still can't get over the feeling of being back in the world. Being around people and breathing fresh air (as fresh as a city can manage anyway). Sirius trots along the street and back alleys, keeping up the act as a stray dog and generally trying not to be noticed. He'd forgotten how easy it was.
However, his ability to enjoy himself is currently at war with the realization that he's pretty vulnerable. It's been twelve years and he really has no information about what the city is like. He has no idea if he has any friends left, or if there's anyone in this city who would be willing to help him. He needs allies, he needs information, he needs clothes.
Food should probably be added to that list now. Sirius can't recall the last time he ate a decent meal. (not counting the garbage can he raided out of desperation).
For now though, he needs rest. He's been on the run constantly and all of that energy has finally caught up with him. He collapses under a tree in a park, and from a distance, it might look like he's dead.
[B]
Information and allies will likely have to wait for a bit until Sirius can reorient himself in the city. Clothes and food, however, are slightly more accessible. Thankfully someone's got their laundry out on the line, and he can smell a few things from a garbage that he would be able to stomach. Desperate times call for desperate measures that he's actually thinking of doing that a second time.
[ooc: Sirius can be caught doing either in Option B]
After years of imprisonment, freedom is amazing.
Even now, even though it's been a few days, he still can't get over the feeling of being back in the world. Being around people and breathing fresh air (as fresh as a city can manage anyway). Sirius trots along the street and back alleys, keeping up the act as a stray dog and generally trying not to be noticed. He'd forgotten how easy it was.
However, his ability to enjoy himself is currently at war with the realization that he's pretty vulnerable. It's been twelve years and he really has no information about what the city is like. He has no idea if he has any friends left, or if there's anyone in this city who would be willing to help him. He needs allies, he needs information, he needs clothes.
Food should probably be added to that list now. Sirius can't recall the last time he ate a decent meal. (not counting the garbage can he raided out of desperation).
For now though, he needs rest. He's been on the run constantly and all of that energy has finally caught up with him. He collapses under a tree in a park, and from a distance, it might look like he's dead.
[B]
Information and allies will likely have to wait for a bit until Sirius can reorient himself in the city. Clothes and food, however, are slightly more accessible. Thankfully someone's got their laundry out on the line, and he can smell a few things from a garbage that he would be able to stomach. Desperate times call for desperate measures that he's actually thinking of doing that a second time.
[ooc: Sirius can be caught doing either in Option B]
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"Believe me, you've already done enough. I wasn't planning on hanging around here that much longer."
After all, he had enough clothes that wandering around wouldn't cause as much of a disturbance. Really all he needed was something to cover his face and he'd be alright for the time being.
"Thanks again for stealing the shirt."
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More of a straight to the point type of person. Hence the attempt to enter his locked house through the doggie door. Her amused smile fades a bit as she looks around to ensure that they were still alone. They are but the block party can only go on for so long before patrol returns to normal or if a neighbour decides to return to their bed for a good night's rest.
"I hope I did," she muses, "And it's best I leave you be now before someone catches you here talking to yourself."
There's a moment's pause before she adds,"I--If you ever need help again and if you're interested, feel free to go to Coffeers' Shop in Harrow. That's where I usually am so if you ever need something to be stolen again, I guess I'm your lady for that."
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He has enough rumours surrounding him already. The last thing he needs to start one about a clothing thief as well.
"Where'd be the best place to go from here?"
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When he asks his question, she pauses while taking it into consideration.
"You mean somewhere to rest for the night?" That must be what he means. It takes her a second to think up a proper response and she soon points to a direction, down the street where the block ends, and says, "There's a church hall nearby. It functions as a nightshelter in the evening. It's a decent place to my knowledge and they're not overbooked so you can have a private room to yourself for the time being.
"When you go there, they won't ask much from you besides a name but you can put a pseudonym in if you want. It's for free too and you can stay there a few nights if needed."
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Better than spending another night out on the streets anyway. He's had enough of those night and an actual bed sounds good. Especially since he has nothing but the (stolen) clothes on his back.
"I'm sure I can find it if I wander around for a bit."
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"It isn't hard to miss! Someone thought it was a good idea to paint the outside of it full of trees, happy animal, people holding hands. That sort of thing. Supposed to be a sign of community." Not all that subtle but the message was endearing and she could see
She adds, "If you're still there for a bit before you head over to the coffee shop, is it alright if I... Hmm... How do I say this without sounding strange? Check up on you? And see if there's anything else I can do?"
Clara is quite sure she sounds strange and looks embarrassed.
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"Well, depending on the place, I don't know how long I'll be sticking around," Sirius replies, considering. It would depend on the location and if he could figure what his status was news wise. "But I wouldn't mind, if I don't drop by the coffee shop first."
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Until she's assured someone is safe and well, she'll worry because she can't help but worry for people. It's in her nature to and, at times, she knows it can be overbearing for them to deal with it. No one likes a nagger pestering them about their lives.
A ghost nagger at that.
Clearly relieved he doesn't mind and accepts the offer, her smile is more open while she nods along excitedly. "Keep an eye out for me then in the future! I don't want to be a shock to you when you're minding your business and poof! I'm there."
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He has grown a little lax in his defenses, which probably isn't a good thing considering he's on the run. He can't help but smile, knowing he's got something of an ally (he hopes).
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She smiles back of course, the very picture of a friendly ghost as she nods one last time. "I'll see you around then, okay? Look after yourself! I hope we can meet soon."
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Sirius returns the nod, and then quickly makes his way out of the yard and away from the house, with a quick glance behind him to make sure that nothing seems out of place. He'll check out the church Clara mentioned, but first he needs to find a way to hide his face.