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undergrounds2016-05-28 08:39 pm
constantprisoner) wrote in undergrounds2016-05-28 08:39 pm
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Springtime Shenanigans
[A - Late May]
It's a well known fact that there's a criminal at large. One Sirius Black has been on the run for a year now, and no one seems any closer to catching this dangerous criminal. Surprisingly he hasn't resumed his criminal dealings, which is to say there's been no murders attributed to him (okay, he's a suspect in a few but only because someone needs to be seen doing something). But needless to say, he's still at large and there are warrants issued for his arrest, as well as flyers and posters around with the information on who to contact if you see him.
Those, however, seem to be disappearing at an alarming rate and it's hard to say how. Some have seen a hooded individual tearing off the posters, possibly someone going after the reward? Others have a stranger story, of a large black dog ripping them down. Needless to say, the conflict has reached something of a stalemate.
For his part, Sirius has a large pile of posters that he's trying to decide whether to burn them or recycle them.
(ooc: Sirius can be encountered as a human, dog, or in the process of making this decision.)
[B - Early June]
The Vampire defence classes sound interesting, and useful. Most of his encounters with vampires lately have been amiable or ended with him escaping by the skin of his teeth. As a result, he probably should have some better strategies, just in case. However, he can't exactly waltz into those classes, since that would likely just end badly. Very badly, the more he thinks about it. Mostly for him.
Obviously the only answer is to sneak in. But how? The dog disguise usually works, but he's not confident this time given the location. Someone's bound to notice him.
"What are my options here?" he mutters to himself, trying to make it seem like he's just out for a walk.
[C - Wildcard]
Got another idea? Go for it! Want something specific? Let me know and I can set up a thread!
It's a well known fact that there's a criminal at large. One Sirius Black has been on the run for a year now, and no one seems any closer to catching this dangerous criminal. Surprisingly he hasn't resumed his criminal dealings, which is to say there's been no murders attributed to him (okay, he's a suspect in a few but only because someone needs to be seen doing something). But needless to say, he's still at large and there are warrants issued for his arrest, as well as flyers and posters around with the information on who to contact if you see him.
Those, however, seem to be disappearing at an alarming rate and it's hard to say how. Some have seen a hooded individual tearing off the posters, possibly someone going after the reward? Others have a stranger story, of a large black dog ripping them down. Needless to say, the conflict has reached something of a stalemate.
For his part, Sirius has a large pile of posters that he's trying to decide whether to burn them or recycle them.
(ooc: Sirius can be encountered as a human, dog, or in the process of making this decision.)
[B - Early June]
The Vampire defence classes sound interesting, and useful. Most of his encounters with vampires lately have been amiable or ended with him escaping by the skin of his teeth. As a result, he probably should have some better strategies, just in case. However, he can't exactly waltz into those classes, since that would likely just end badly. Very badly, the more he thinks about it. Mostly for him.
Obviously the only answer is to sneak in. But how? The dog disguise usually works, but he's not confident this time given the location. Someone's bound to notice him.
"What are my options here?" he mutters to himself, trying to make it seem like he's just out for a walk.
[C - Wildcard]
Got another idea? Go for it! Want something specific? Let me know and I can set up a thread!
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He can't exactly laugh it off as a prank now, or some other elaborate scheme. Not with the way he's been acting (and why hadn't he thought of it in the first place? What is wrong with him?). And short of flat out running, he can't really see any way out but the truth.
"I've...uh....well, I've got a bit of a history. Not a bad one, but the posters play into it."
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"Would you tell me about it?" he asks, glancing back at the other man. It makes sense now of course. The hours Sirius had kept at Hillingdon, the way he'd been cautious of getting back in in general. He cocks his head at the other man. "We can go back to my office, if you'd like."
But Faolan is going to find out the truth here.
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"Alright." He glances back at the pile. "Can I torch those first, though?"
Otherwise they were just going to sit there, oddly.
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Faolan flicks him something of a smile, before nodding with a shrug. "I'm not going to hold you back from it," he replies. Innocent until proven guilty, isn't that how it's supposed to work? Just because there are posters of him, Faolan's willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
After all, Sirius had stood by him when few others had done so. And that did count for something in Faolan's books, certainly it did.
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Paper went up fast after all, especially with a dose of butane that he'd worked out of a lighter. He probably could have just used the latter, but that would just ruin the fun of striking of the match. However, it was one of the rare times he listened to that little voice in the back of his head, and so knew the location of the nearest fire extinguisher in case of an emergency.
Not that there is any need and soon the posters are simply a pile of innocent ashes in a small pit.
"I'll let these cool, and deal with them after."
He's not excited about this conversation, but might as well get it overwith.
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"When you're ready," he reassures the other man. Letting him know that he's not rushing him, nor is he forgetting that he's going to make him explain, one way or another.
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"Alright, lead the way." he says, before he can lose the nerve.
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"Come on, then," he says. They make the journey in relative silence. Sirius is probably milling over what to say and Faolan really isn't the sort for small talk when he knows it's not really going to be appreciated anyway. He makes sure that he's lead the other man up through the House to his office before closing the door behind him and indicating that he sit. "Please," he says again. He'd offer some sort of refreshment or another, but he doesn't think that would be appreciated either.
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He sits, awkwardly, his eyes darting around the room. It seems to be more of a nervous habit than him actually looking for an escape.
"So, where do we start?"
At least there's not a head in the room this time.
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No, no heads. At least none but the two attached to the pair of them. Faolan shrugs slightly at the question, uncertain where to ask the other man to begin himself. It's not like he knows exactly what's going on. All he knows is that Sirius' picture was on those wanted posters and suddenly a lot of the other man's erratic behavior is starting to make a lot more sense.
"Where would you like?" he replies. "I'm not going to lie to you and say that it doesn't look a little suspicious, all things considered. But I want to hear your side of the story. What were those posters all about?"
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"Well, you see, the truth of the matter is, in the eyes of the law I might not be considered all that innocent."
Which, was probably stating the obvious.
"A little over a year ago, I might have broken out of prison."
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"I'd rather suspected as much by the appearance of those posters," he says, mildly. "I suppose you could say that I'm a bit more interested in why you were in prison in the first place." And whether or not Sirius felt that he deserved the sentence, for that matter.
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One that he is still less than fond of thinking about.
"Framed for murder." With emphasis placed on the framed bit. He figures it would be best just to get it out in the open before going into the details.
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"Tell me about it," he says. "What really happened, then?"
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He had kind of lost it at the end, when he realized the situation and that there was nothing he could do.
"Of course, while I was in prison, I heard of information that might be useful to me, so I broke out. Which pretty much brings us to now."
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He wants all the facts he can get, so he feels somewhat guilty but he has to ask, "What sort of evidence? What information did you hear?"
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Much to his frustration.
"So I just stuck around here. Better than going back prison."
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"And here you are still," he says. He pauses for a long moment before speaking up once more. "I'm not going to turn you in or anything. If that's what you're worried about. You realize the spot that this puts me in though, I hope." Harboring a wanted man and all.
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As best he could, anyway. Trouble was something that always managed to find him, whether he wanted it to or not.
"I am looking for a way to clear my name."
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"And how do you propose to do that?" he asks, genuinely interested as to whether or not the other man has any sort of a plan.
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Though other concerns do tend to distract him.