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...
