12-07-2013, 01:49 PM
Dane raised the collar of a warm tweed coat so that it blocked the wind. It climbed the university buildings like swarming spiders. It wrapped his scarf around his throat like a noose and inched cold fingers beneath his collar. Far from home, but then again, who cared? Light strung pine trees and glittering holiday decorations were uniquitious.
Such as the arcing walls of a great silver egg. It was nestled in a haystack of steel and glass. A planetarium of the great Natural Museum, a wonder of MSU. No wonder schoolchildren crawled all over the campus. Breaks from the monotony of classrooms and textbooks, a chance to learn true experience, and on a Saturday no less.
The dome reflected the shine of a sinking sun. Night fell so early in Moscow, this time of year. One would think it was nearly time for a nightcap, not afternoon tea.
There was a cafe across from the museum giftshop. Perhaps they had tea, and those little Russian teacakes. They were delicious, and the celophane crackled when he crushed it in his hand. Like fireworks.
Speaking of, they should be going off any moment.
He waited in a corner, teacup warming in his hands. Thankfully, there was time to get the blend steeping before the power went out. The collapsed building next door must have cut the powerlines. Unfortunately, the soundtrack of Christmas carols went with it.
As he had the dark cafe to himself, the dulcet tenor of his voice mimicked Tchaikovsky in its place. Sweet as a mockingbird. I should really see the ballet while in town. He thought to himself, and took a sip.
"Perfect."
He smiled and crossed his legs. Enjoying himself. "Yes, The Nutcracker, I think, will do nicely."
He snapped a lid on the cup and left his calling card on the counter. It was a square painted with the profile of a mockingbird.
Investigators would have themselves a lead, now. When he saw the moniker in the day's headlines, a thin smile curled Dane's lips.
'Mockingbird sings again.'
Yes, how truly terrifying.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Dec 7 2013, 07:23 PM.
Such as the arcing walls of a great silver egg. It was nestled in a haystack of steel and glass. A planetarium of the great Natural Museum, a wonder of MSU. No wonder schoolchildren crawled all over the campus. Breaks from the monotony of classrooms and textbooks, a chance to learn true experience, and on a Saturday no less.
The dome reflected the shine of a sinking sun. Night fell so early in Moscow, this time of year. One would think it was nearly time for a nightcap, not afternoon tea.
There was a cafe across from the museum giftshop. Perhaps they had tea, and those little Russian teacakes. They were delicious, and the celophane crackled when he crushed it in his hand. Like fireworks.
Speaking of, they should be going off any moment.
He waited in a corner, teacup warming in his hands. Thankfully, there was time to get the blend steeping before the power went out. The collapsed building next door must have cut the powerlines. Unfortunately, the soundtrack of Christmas carols went with it.
As he had the dark cafe to himself, the dulcet tenor of his voice mimicked Tchaikovsky in its place. Sweet as a mockingbird. I should really see the ballet while in town. He thought to himself, and took a sip.
"Perfect."
He smiled and crossed his legs. Enjoying himself. "Yes, The Nutcracker, I think, will do nicely."
He snapped a lid on the cup and left his calling card on the counter. It was a square painted with the profile of a mockingbird.
Investigators would have themselves a lead, now. When he saw the moniker in the day's headlines, a thin smile curled Dane's lips.
'Mockingbird sings again.'
Yes, how truly terrifying.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Dec 7 2013, 07:23 PM.