Post by Iago on Jan 21, 2014 12:27:48 GMT -5
Summer 273 A.D.O.
It was mid summer and the rays of the morning sun had been unfiltered by the cloudless sky. Though the sun had only been up for a few hours, it was enough to make the day and everyone who was caught outside wish for sweet relief. That was what Granny's Diner was. A relief from the sweltering heat outside where anyone can order up a cold beverage or chocolate shake and if their wallets permitted, maybe even a great big Ice Cream Sundae.
Just outside Granny's Diner was a tree, large and full of youth. The foliage of the tree didn't shroud the only branches, but hid the black beady-eyed crow that sat perched upon one of them as well. The pedestrians of Storybrooke went along their way, walking up and down the main street blissfully unaware of the creature that had been intently staring at them, making note of every movement they were making.
Since it was a weekday, most of the people of Storybrooke were at work, but for those that were not, were heading into Granny's Diner for lunch. Some were on their lunch break, some of them had the day of, some of them had nothing better to do and some just wanted a place to cool down. No matter their excuse to enter the front door of the eatery, almost everyone went to Granny's for one thing, gossip.
It was a notorious place where people would go to tell secrets they've heard and to voice their opinion on nearly every matter that befell the town. It was the perfect place for him to gather the information his master required.
The crow spread its wings and with a strong downward motion, it left the branch and gracefully glided down into some nearby bushes. The moment the bird vanished into the shrubs, a man stood up from behind them, a few black feathers falling off his shoulders. He straightened his Agrabian garbs and made sure the black scarf around his neck would not fly off with a bit of wind. Satisfied, the man walked out from the bushes and onto the street. He had gotten a few stares from the locals who had never seen him or his clothing style there before, but he simply ignored them and entered the diner.
He was there not for food or beverage, he was there for information, anything that dealt with a man either by the name of Mad Hatter or Rumpelstiltskin. With his mission in mind the man chose the center most unoccupied stool at the counter and took a seat. He kept his head down and his ears perked as he listened for any useful information. It wasn't long before he was attended to by one of the employees behind the counter. He grabbed a handful of change he had pilfered as a crow and laid it upon the counter in hopes it would be enough.
With a hushed voice, so as to not draw attention to himself, he placed his order. "A glass of cold milk please."
It was mid summer and the rays of the morning sun had been unfiltered by the cloudless sky. Though the sun had only been up for a few hours, it was enough to make the day and everyone who was caught outside wish for sweet relief. That was what Granny's Diner was. A relief from the sweltering heat outside where anyone can order up a cold beverage or chocolate shake and if their wallets permitted, maybe even a great big Ice Cream Sundae.
Just outside Granny's Diner was a tree, large and full of youth. The foliage of the tree didn't shroud the only branches, but hid the black beady-eyed crow that sat perched upon one of them as well. The pedestrians of Storybrooke went along their way, walking up and down the main street blissfully unaware of the creature that had been intently staring at them, making note of every movement they were making.
Since it was a weekday, most of the people of Storybrooke were at work, but for those that were not, were heading into Granny's Diner for lunch. Some were on their lunch break, some of them had the day of, some of them had nothing better to do and some just wanted a place to cool down. No matter their excuse to enter the front door of the eatery, almost everyone went to Granny's for one thing, gossip.
It was a notorious place where people would go to tell secrets they've heard and to voice their opinion on nearly every matter that befell the town. It was the perfect place for him to gather the information his master required.
The crow spread its wings and with a strong downward motion, it left the branch and gracefully glided down into some nearby bushes. The moment the bird vanished into the shrubs, a man stood up from behind them, a few black feathers falling off his shoulders. He straightened his Agrabian garbs and made sure the black scarf around his neck would not fly off with a bit of wind. Satisfied, the man walked out from the bushes and onto the street. He had gotten a few stares from the locals who had never seen him or his clothing style there before, but he simply ignored them and entered the diner.
He was there not for food or beverage, he was there for information, anything that dealt with a man either by the name of Mad Hatter or Rumpelstiltskin. With his mission in mind the man chose the center most unoccupied stool at the counter and took a seat. He kept his head down and his ears perked as he listened for any useful information. It wasn't long before he was attended to by one of the employees behind the counter. He grabbed a handful of change he had pilfered as a crow and laid it upon the counter in hopes it would be enough.
With a hushed voice, so as to not draw attention to himself, he placed his order. "A glass of cold milk please."