Rain, rain, go away, come again another day... Damn, didn't work. Walking along a road-- uncaring for whichever name it belonged to-- Syrius wondered at why the Weatherman was allowing these storm fronts to settle on this stupid little town. It was already bad enough he had to hide here from the authorities (like the CIA for one) that he didn't need to have it be constantly rainy. Dark and gloomy, those were fine. Raining? Only good on for a night op, as cover. Normal activities? Horrific for the mood. And thus he had resorted to taking a stroll in the park, where hopefully the tree cover was thick enough to give him a little relief from it and some privacy.
Glancing up as a giant spike of lightning struck somewhere upon the earth and lit up said earth brightly for a moment, Syrius resigned himself to not also having the best amount of cover this evening from prying eyes. Hands in his sweater jacket and hoodie up over his head, he hummed a old tune he remembered way back in the day... when he caught a glimpse of something shiny in the wake of a lightning strike. Blinking and peering closer at whatever it was in the distance, Syrius wondered why he was seeing something... metallic in the park. At this hour. And it wasn't no water fountain, too far and too big... Strange.
Walking a little faster, Syrius cut from the path and into the undergrowth in the direction of the shiny thing. Why was it so shiny in the dark? He liked shiny. Shiny was good... usually. Shiny gun barrels pointed at him weren't. Grinning a bit at the thought, Syrius round the 'bend' of a tree and came to a lurching stop, nearly falling backward as a sight that suddenly scared him popped into his vision clearly. A shiny --very shiny!-- circular disk-like structure or vehicle sat before him. Alien and strange, Syrius tried to classify it with anything he had seen before... and couldn't. Except one image of a old file popped to his head. It's true then... Area 51, the propaganda, all those magazines... Is this a UFO or something?
And with that in mind, Syrius dived behind a tree and waited, watching the strange wonder in fascination. It was strange to find something as easily as a stroll in a park... Something mankind had spent millions, maybe billions on and years of research. And BAM! He found it with no effort, without even trying. Strange.
Humming to himself, he sat there in a crouch for hours, hugging the tree and watching the circular vehicle patiently and with a hunter's eye. He blinked rarely, flexed his muscles to ensure no spasms, and took slow deep breaths to keep himself calm as he waited to see if it would do anything. Yet despite the hours he waited, nothing happened. Eventually, even his keen senses and iron control of his body waned as he tired and eyes began to droop. The body began to shut down, as morning seemed to be fast approaching and he hadn't even fallen asleep yet. Probably not good, but he didn't want to miss anything. With that last thought in a sad anti-climax, he fell over into a deep sleep, a loud snore punctuating his entrance to sleepy time.
What felt like moments later, Syrius jumped out of his sleep, literally resulting in him going face-first into the tree he had hid behind all night. Cursing loudly and groaning, Syrius looked around the tree--!
Only to see nothing in the now-empty grove. Frowning in disappointment and confusion, Syrius rubbed his eyes, gave himself a hard slap, then looked once more. Had he dreamed it? Had it been there? Who knew. He had fallen asleep and usually that would be a deathtrap. Just this time he had lost sight of a wonder... and it had slipped away without a trace. Sighing again, Syrius shivered as cold fatigue set in from the constant pitter-patter of rain having pounded on him all night, despite the tree cover. Off to a actual bed and twelve hours of sleep!
... Actually, nevermind. Three.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Dull Mornings
Oh how he hated dull mornings. Growling as he kicked at a random piece of trash, Syrius was walking along the road Popular Avenue to the 24 hour cafe located there only to find people sullenly standing outside it... What! A all-night cafe was closed?! This screamed the impossible in Syrius' mind but it was true, right before his eyes. Growling again at how his prospective cup of coffee-- well, a pot of coffee --was taken away from him to brighten his mood and prospects of today. Things to steal, people to scam, books to read, graffiti to draw... So many possible things in the world to do and none would be presented due to the lack of brownish-black elixir known as coffee.
Crossing his arms and simply pulling his hoodie down low to cover his eyes, Syrius growled and grunted to himself as he observed those awaiting the coffee shop's opening as well. Namely male men of varying ages but also a few females who appeared to be a bit young. Curious. Humming a random tune to himself as he waited, Syrius noticed a single man with a cart pull up and inquire as to a package needing to be delivered. Not staring rudely nor with anger, Syrius noticed those nearby all appeared to be a bit more open with their emotions then he would himself. Aka, the poor mailman got a half dozen or so grumpy, sad or tired looks from most of the people. Being no where near the door himself, Syrius didn't bother with thinking of the package and just waited for now.
As time passed, Syrius noticed that the road appeared to be having car troubles... more like bus troubles. Again, his uncaring spirit was not wrinkled by the fact that people were being pressed for time to get to work, appointments and whatever else normal people did. Wait, wasn't he a normal person himself? Shrugging at the intruding thought, he got back on track. He didn't care, but didn't mean he didn't want to satisfy bored curiosity while he waited. Coming from his spot on the ground, Syrius continued to hum but now to the sound of some song from the band Gorillaz that he could hear coming from the bus. Unable to figure out what was going on, he simply shrugged and noticed that the coffee shop was opened now. Whooping happily in delight, Syrius rushed in to the prospect of coffee and a possible side to go with it. Coffee, then move on to devising his schedule today and maybe even tomorrow. Today might not be so bad after all!
Crossing his arms and simply pulling his hoodie down low to cover his eyes, Syrius growled and grunted to himself as he observed those awaiting the coffee shop's opening as well. Namely male men of varying ages but also a few females who appeared to be a bit young. Curious. Humming a random tune to himself as he waited, Syrius noticed a single man with a cart pull up and inquire as to a package needing to be delivered. Not staring rudely nor with anger, Syrius noticed those nearby all appeared to be a bit more open with their emotions then he would himself. Aka, the poor mailman got a half dozen or so grumpy, sad or tired looks from most of the people. Being no where near the door himself, Syrius didn't bother with thinking of the package and just waited for now.
As time passed, Syrius noticed that the road appeared to be having car troubles... more like bus troubles. Again, his uncaring spirit was not wrinkled by the fact that people were being pressed for time to get to work, appointments and whatever else normal people did. Wait, wasn't he a normal person himself? Shrugging at the intruding thought, he got back on track. He didn't care, but didn't mean he didn't want to satisfy bored curiosity while he waited. Coming from his spot on the ground, Syrius continued to hum but now to the sound of some song from the band Gorillaz that he could hear coming from the bus. Unable to figure out what was going on, he simply shrugged and noticed that the coffee shop was opened now. Whooping happily in delight, Syrius rushed in to the prospect of coffee and a possible side to go with it. Coffee, then move on to devising his schedule today and maybe even tomorrow. Today might not be so bad after all!
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Job Offer?
Having spent the past many hours just familiarizing himself with his new surroundings and he guessed home, specifically the warehouse located on Brownstone Blvd., Syrius guessed it was probably one of his better homes out of the few he had had the past year or so. Not fancy, not horrible, just right. Perfect for his tastes. And then, he had proceeded to go ahead and amuse himself with his new city by exploring and more. Maybe this city presented the same little challenges he appreciated taking?
Humming as his mind bent to the task of analyzing this city and it's 'rustic' charm, Syrius began walking the city in a subtle outfit of a overlarge black hoodie, grey baggy pants tied as tightly as possible about his waist, Yankees baseball cap and some old sneakers. Keeping the hood over his head constantly and shambling about like a homeless, drunk bum, Syrius went down the street. Hmmm, quaint little town... I hope there is something of interest here. Boredom is going to be the death of me, I know it! He noticed a gas station, pawn shop, a orphanage, church, and a giant tower of a building that apparently was a apartment complex. He noticed how the people around here all seemed to be good natured town people. And he noticed a sad blind man. Ahhh, the handicapped were so saddening. Whether by age, misfortune, or simple birth, they always caused a sorrowful feeling in his gut to go off, knowing they were forevermore effected by the tragic event.
Noticing the classic "Somewhere over the Rainbow," Syrius glanced about the street to see if anybody was noticing a bum and a blind man. Upon seeing he was the object of avoidance for now, Syrius reached into his pocket to his hidden money clip, snatch out a bill and a loose quarter in his pocket, and tossed down the pieces of metal and paper into the copper bowl with a subtle clang. And with it, came the unexpected yell of "The truth with all its power lies inside me! Even if I shroud it all in silence!" Pausing in his walk, Syrius took note of the blind man once more and wondered at the words. He'd heard them from somewhere at some point in his life... but he couldn't pull together the elusive memories. Shrugging, Syrius shambled off once again, leaving the blind man to his boom box, his bowl, his change and most recently, the one hundred dollar bill near the top of the pile of change.
After spending the whole day exploring the city and every alleyway, every building and even a bit of the park, Syrius was satisfied with the mental map in his head of the city. And he had found a most likely target for amusement in the existence of a small little shop known as Jack's Jems. JJ's, while not the fanciest place he had ever seen, took a note from his own book: to be subtle. Bad appearance outside, looking shabby and ill-used... But within, laid a treasure. Multiple ones in fact, but only one caught his eye. A shiny lion statue of the most unusual, yet familiar, making. With that in mind, he disappeared home to prepare for later.
And later surprisingly came and went pretty quickly. And with it, a twinge of something not right. Stashing away the statue and sleeping a bit, Syrius dressed once more in his outfit and returned to the same shop. Pitch blackness greeted him everywhere except for a lone lamp in the middle of the room as he slipped through the window. While his brain screamed tis was a trap, Syrius' instincts screamed in the opposite way. It was a opportunity, and a fun one too. Signing the paper with a simple reply and his name, Syrius disappeared back into the night, leaving behind the paper and the occupant within the room he had sensed somewhere in the room.
The next day didn't come quickly enough. Nor did it pass quickly either, despite his best attempts to sleep through most of it like a child would before his birthday or Christmas Day in their hopes of the next day coming sooner. Why must time hate me? ... Wait, I know that answer already. Eventually though, the time came. 11:40 PM and he was on his way. 11:50 PM and he was waiting already for his potential business partner. 12:00 AM and he tensed in anticipation of a new arrival any moment, watching from above on the roof and hidden better then a shadow in night was. Thinking to himself randomly, Syrius wondered if this "Detective" liked to play hide-and-go-seek. It would be most interesting if he did...
Humming as his mind bent to the task of analyzing this city and it's 'rustic' charm, Syrius began walking the city in a subtle outfit of a overlarge black hoodie, grey baggy pants tied as tightly as possible about his waist, Yankees baseball cap and some old sneakers. Keeping the hood over his head constantly and shambling about like a homeless, drunk bum, Syrius went down the street. Hmmm, quaint little town... I hope there is something of interest here. Boredom is going to be the death of me, I know it! He noticed a gas station, pawn shop, a orphanage, church, and a giant tower of a building that apparently was a apartment complex. He noticed how the people around here all seemed to be good natured town people. And he noticed a sad blind man. Ahhh, the handicapped were so saddening. Whether by age, misfortune, or simple birth, they always caused a sorrowful feeling in his gut to go off, knowing they were forevermore effected by the tragic event.
Noticing the classic "Somewhere over the Rainbow," Syrius glanced about the street to see if anybody was noticing a bum and a blind man. Upon seeing he was the object of avoidance for now, Syrius reached into his pocket to his hidden money clip, snatch out a bill and a loose quarter in his pocket, and tossed down the pieces of metal and paper into the copper bowl with a subtle clang. And with it, came the unexpected yell of "The truth with all its power lies inside me! Even if I shroud it all in silence!" Pausing in his walk, Syrius took note of the blind man once more and wondered at the words. He'd heard them from somewhere at some point in his life... but he couldn't pull together the elusive memories. Shrugging, Syrius shambled off once again, leaving the blind man to his boom box, his bowl, his change and most recently, the one hundred dollar bill near the top of the pile of change.
After spending the whole day exploring the city and every alleyway, every building and even a bit of the park, Syrius was satisfied with the mental map in his head of the city. And he had found a most likely target for amusement in the existence of a small little shop known as Jack's Jems. JJ's, while not the fanciest place he had ever seen, took a note from his own book: to be subtle. Bad appearance outside, looking shabby and ill-used... But within, laid a treasure. Multiple ones in fact, but only one caught his eye. A shiny lion statue of the most unusual, yet familiar, making. With that in mind, he disappeared home to prepare for later.
And later surprisingly came and went pretty quickly. And with it, a twinge of something not right. Stashing away the statue and sleeping a bit, Syrius dressed once more in his outfit and returned to the same shop. Pitch blackness greeted him everywhere except for a lone lamp in the middle of the room as he slipped through the window. While his brain screamed tis was a trap, Syrius' instincts screamed in the opposite way. It was a opportunity, and a fun one too. Signing the paper with a simple reply and his name, Syrius disappeared back into the night, leaving behind the paper and the occupant within the room he had sensed somewhere in the room.
The next day didn't come quickly enough. Nor did it pass quickly either, despite his best attempts to sleep through most of it like a child would before his birthday or Christmas Day in their hopes of the next day coming sooner. Why must time hate me? ... Wait, I know that answer already. Eventually though, the time came. 11:40 PM and he was on his way. 11:50 PM and he was waiting already for his potential business partner. 12:00 AM and he tensed in anticipation of a new arrival any moment, watching from above on the roof and hidden better then a shadow in night was. Thinking to himself randomly, Syrius wondered if this "Detective" liked to play hide-and-go-seek. It would be most interesting if he did...
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
New Beginnings
Walking slowly down the long road of Brownstone Avenue, Syrius wondered at how life had changed for him. Career over with, more money then he needed, and no ambition whatsoever. Glorious. The day had started with the usual: wake up to the sound of his solar-powered watch beeping and rolling over into the side of his tent he had come to call home. Standing and having walked out, he had proceeded to go through his morning PT, eat a simple breakfast of MRE's he still had laying about in his rucksack, and pack up his campsite to continue his journey down the lonely road. Where was he going? He had no idea. All he knew was that he had arrived to a town he had no idea what it was called, nor cared. It seemed like a simple, stupid town with nothing important in it... Perfect for him.
Noticing a old abandoned warehouse to the left, Syrius headed straight towards it as he hummed a random tune. Old abandoned buildings were always fun and definitely a improvement over the simple tent he always slept in. Nobody lived in them (except people like himself of course), never had to pay anything, and nobody cared if you lived in them except for owners. Chuckling at the thought, the lone wanderer pulled out his trusty lockpick (aka, his trusty hairpin) and began working the old rusty lock of the front entrance, wondering if anyone would see him at such a early time of the day.
Shrugging at the thought, he just continued his simple thinking and humming to himself as he finally busted the lock and entered what would probably be his new home for the next couple weeks. At least, if he can hide himself away and make sure this didn't turn into a game of hide-and-go-seek... Though that would be fun he had to admit...
Noticing a old abandoned warehouse to the left, Syrius headed straight towards it as he hummed a random tune. Old abandoned buildings were always fun and definitely a improvement over the simple tent he always slept in. Nobody lived in them (except people like himself of course), never had to pay anything, and nobody cared if you lived in them except for owners. Chuckling at the thought, the lone wanderer pulled out his trusty lockpick (aka, his trusty hairpin) and began working the old rusty lock of the front entrance, wondering if anyone would see him at such a early time of the day.
Shrugging at the thought, he just continued his simple thinking and humming to himself as he finally busted the lock and entered what would probably be his new home for the next couple weeks. At least, if he can hide himself away and make sure this didn't turn into a game of hide-and-go-seek... Though that would be fun he had to admit...
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