07-28-2008, 10:14 PM
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He could hear the sounds nearby, and they intrigued him. Sirius wasn't one to stay in a place unless he found something to keep him there; he enjoyed travelling, and liked to do what he pleased. He'd liked life with his father for a while, but now he was getting bored living there, too. Pilot was interesting, and all, but Sirius needed something more. He felt like the borders were always calling him.
Sirius found a hole in the wall of the complex and padded inside, green eyes watching carefully ahead of himself for any broken nails or glass. Those kinds of things were all over the city, and he didn't want to get hurt. Not when he was trying to run away. He climbed through the many beams of the wall until he reached an area near the ceiling, where he found another hole. He poked his head out of this one, looking down from his viewing point.
What was that coyote doing? He'd never seen anything like it. The youth didn't want to look like this impressed him; he wanted it to seem like he knew that creatures could do this kind of thing. He hated it when people thought he was stupid. So he kept quiet, just watching. There were pigeons everywhere, and he scooted some out of the way as he made his way across one of the rafters, looking at Laurel from a point almost directly above him.
He could hear the sounds nearby, and they intrigued him. Sirius wasn't one to stay in a place unless he found something to keep him there; he enjoyed travelling, and liked to do what he pleased. He'd liked life with his father for a while, but now he was getting bored living there, too. Pilot was interesting, and all, but Sirius needed something more. He felt like the borders were always calling him.
Sirius found a hole in the wall of the complex and padded inside, green eyes watching carefully ahead of himself for any broken nails or glass. Those kinds of things were all over the city, and he didn't want to get hurt. Not when he was trying to run away. He climbed through the many beams of the wall until he reached an area near the ceiling, where he found another hole. He poked his head out of this one, looking down from his viewing point.
What was that coyote doing? He'd never seen anything like it. The youth didn't want to look like this impressed him; he wanted it to seem like he knew that creatures could do this kind of thing. He hated it when people thought he was stupid. So he kept quiet, just watching. There were pigeons everywhere, and he scooted some out of the way as he made his way across one of the rafters, looking at Laurel from a point almost directly above him.