Post by Teague MacTáil on Oct 23, 2012 21:48:11 GMT -8
January 7, 2012
1:30 p.m.
People watching, for the pure entertainment of it, wasn’t something the tracker had been able to do in quite some time. Lately it had been one assignment after another, and all things considered that was fine, except for the small fact that people tended to forget he was human too. Teague knew that if he kept the pace he was currently moving at what with trying to find Trevor’s kids and all that, he was going to burn out. So in typical Teague fashion, he had decided to take a break by simply people watching; something he found ridiculously relaxing.
The tracker let his eyes wander over the small crowds of people that were out and about, most it seemed were trying to get school supplies of some sort for one child or another. The next term was about to start if he wasn’t mistaken. Not only that but there were small packs of people out doing what people should be doing; talking, shopping, eating out, rebuilding... That was nice to see considering it was only about a week and a bit ago that explosions rocked the alleys. His wandering attention was drawn toward one mother and her two kids, one of which looked to be making a fuss about wanting something form the Quidditch shop.
He chuckled softly to himself as he reached into his jacket and pulled out a smoke. It wasn’t something he normally did unless a cover required it but someone had given it to him in passing and now seemed like a perfectly good opportunity to ‘get rid of’ it. He placed the cancer stick between his lips and out of nowhere a pack of matches was out and the stick was lit. He took a long drag and exhaled slowly before leaning back against the wall of the building he was next to; some clothing shop of no description, flipping up the collar of his jacket as he did so to ward of the chill in the air. At least the smoke gave him a decent enough reason to be where he was, to be seen but not really remembered.
Again Teague let his eyes scan the crowds, subconsciously reading lips when he could in hopes of catching snippets of useless conversation. When that got boring his attention wandered to those who were shopping and out of pure habit began noting mannerisms, interests and the like. So at ease and relaxed in his current environment he didn’t notice the approach of a decently familiar face.