Knock Knock
Feb 15, 2015 22:37:46 GMT -5
Post by WARDOG on Feb 15, 2015 22:37:46 GMT -5
It was a cold and crisp day in the city, and Moriarty was in his element. His double coat was made for this weather, and he was quite comfortable as he traversed the silent streets. Snow seemed to keep the majority of the population indoors and left the travelling to those with business. The white husky had exactly that. There were certain things that had to be set in motion if he was going to be comfortable here in Cascaro, and there was no time like the present.
The scenery was far from pristine. The snow had stopped falling the day before, leaving the comings and goings of the past few hours plain to see. Not only the steps of dogs, but of all the creatures that called the falling walls of the city home. It was a curious cacophony of steps and shuffles of varying sizes, telling different stories depending on which set you followed. Moriarty had no particular set he would follow, but a particular place he was going to. The arena called to him today, calling him to find a certain resident with whom he needed to meet.
The arena soon came within his view, a plainly dilapidated building that had seen better days. The snow gave it a bit of a whimsical touch, but he had heard what went down below the surface. The still atmosphere didn’t fool him. A few steps had Moriarty across the meadow and a few more took him through the doorway. He looked around the open interior, not really interested. He knew better than to walk down to the basement before the sun went down without invitation, but how to knock, exactly?
Moriarty found a few loose boards leaning against a wall and smiled to himself. A few more steps and the boards were clattering against the floor, loud and vulgar against the previous calm. Someone would come out, surely, and if he was lucky (which he usually was) it would be just the man he was looking for.
East