Briar had slipped out with the intention of heading to the library, gloved hands stuck into the pockets of the coat that his Mum had insisted he wear, the hat that she had equally insisted on, stuffed awkwardly into a pocket because it was scritchy and kept making his ears feel itchy.
Yes it was cold and from time to time during the walk over he had pulled the offending hat out and jammed it on his head, however the itchy feel was irritating and the hat always ended up being stuffed right back in the pocket.
Perhaps it was the time of day - late-ish afternoon - or the chill in the air, however either way the town was kind of quiet, with hardly anyone out as Briar made the familiar walk over.
At least it had been his intention to make the walk over to the library, right up to the point where he had heard the weird sound as he crossed the mouth of an alleyway, a few streets from the library.
He had ended up stopping and hesitating, reddish eyes glancing downwards down the gloomy street and the sound had come again.
Curiosity had had him deciding to investigate and it had not taken much for him to decide to do it as his alter-ego and totally superhero counterpoint Oort and whilst it had meant finding somewhere safe to go into superhero mode - it wasn't long before his now sandal-clad feet were tip-tapping along the side walk of the alley.
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Hope this works as a belated start - let me know if I need to change or tweak anything :3
