Walking where we want to

[knifedances]

WHO: Izaya | knifedances and...anyone else who's not so good at sticking to the rules/want to apprehend him?
WHAT: Snooping after curfew
WHERE: Around the Cave
WHEN: Sunday night, 15/04, around midnight
WARNINGS: Nothing much, but will update if that changes



Boredom and inertia were two things that had never sat well with him, and both of these words could be used to describe the state he was currently occupying. The busy work they had him doing at the library until he could 'resume' his position in the City was monotonous at best - though at least it provided him with ample opportunity to look up details on the history and folklore of this world, something it seemed prudent to accustom himself with if he was going to be staying here for a while...and that was certainly how it looked right now - and evenings spent entertaining himself with little more than reading were never going to sustain him for long.

Besides, he was never one to abide by the rules that society attempted to place on him, he'd spent his life living only by the precise specifications he'd devised for himself, and even if he was now being told the life he remembered was nothing more than a dream-induced fiction - something he wasn't prepared to buy into for a moment, though also something he intended to keep to himself for as long as there was risk involved with anything otherwise - he still had every intention of abiding by that internal set of values. He wasn't one to take unnecessary risks, sure, and he was well aware of the fact that he was likely to be caught out, but the guy had said he'd be let off with little more than a 'warning', and the risk - minimal as it was - seemed worth it when faced with yet another mind-numbingly dull night spent cooped up inside.

He wanted information, to engage in the human observation he enjoyed so much - and yet which was so limited right now, with so very few people around to observe - and maybe his nocturnal explorations would be brought to a halt within minutes of stepping outside, but at least it would have provided him with some minor form of distraction. It was better than nothing, at least. Besides, remaining unseen when he needed to was just one of his particular skills.

It was already late by the time he stepped outside, the strange stillness of the Cave which he so disliked seeming to have intensified with the late hour and enforced curfew. His movements were smooth and fluid as he stuck to the shadows, pleased with the small thrill of anticipation that even this small transgression was able to bring him.

Comments

[paluszki]

Poland didn't mind rules if they were rules that were good for everybody. This just seemed a lot more like rules made for prisoners and that was enough to make Poland want to rebel. If he had to go to bed at a certain time then he definitely was not going to do that. Simple as that.

He wasn't interested in information or anything. He just wanted the freedom in knowing he had made his own decision. Though he was wondering if there was any special reason why he had to go to bed when they wanted him to. That was totally sneaky sounding.

Sticking closer to the walls, he sneaked around, though paused when he thought he heard someone else. He stopped walking and went quiet, trying to figure out if he was alone or not.

[trickntreats]

Now that Gabriel knew exactly what sort of punishments the Workers meted out, he was more careful than ever. Oh, he still pretended to be as slapdash as he was, but he took greater care in where he talked about his 'dream' and there was a faint edge of wariness for those observant enough to notice it.

On this night, his interest was in the tunnel leading up out of the Cave. It was guarded; he hadn't bothered to try and get through it yet, though he had wandered past and made remarks at security.

At this particular moment he was perched in the shadow of a building not-quite opposite, where the darkness was deepest. The crags in the cavern were Dad-sent; they broke up the shadows, so that the lumps and shape of a person were even more formless provided he kept still. Which he did--mostly. He had a bowl of icing with him, and whenever he knew the guards were looking away he would calmly eat another spoonful (with a non-reflective spoon, thank you very much).

He wasn't planning anything. He was just sitting there, watching, considering, and noting anything that happened at all--let alone oddities. Of course, that meant he wasn't paying quite as much attention to the alleys nearby as he should have been ... especially as it was easy to forget, now he had adjusted somewhat and was no longer quite so aware, of how human he really was.