Without You [Avery] Aug 1, 2014 17:21:33 GMT -5
Post by The Sidhe on Aug 1, 2014 17:21:33 GMT -5
The sun lied about the temperature in Freiburg. As it hung low in the sky and grew lower by the hour, the last streaks of light shot over the sky in shades of purple and gold, giving way to darkest blue on the horizon. Clouds were painted in a dizzying array of colors as they sailed over the city. The gothic clock tower reached skyward over the second empire style houses. The only structure that could hope to try and catch up to it was the cathedral, the bell tolling within its tower and echoing through the city as it got ready for sleep.
The cobblestone streets were filled with the late workers and the start of the night crowd. Haggard looking men and women journeying home from overtime yawned and dragged their feet. Younger adults weaved between them, wooping and hollering already to each other as they headed out for a night on the town, some dressed their best for the classier clubs and other dressed for drinks with friends at the local bars. There was an equal sense of life and peace.
But not quite as peaceful as the Alter Friedhot Cemetary.
Away from the city and silent as a graveyard should be, a small guard station for the groundskeeper lay beside heavy wrought iron gates. The bars twisted and turned in a style reminiscent of art nouveau, currently held closed by heavy chains and a heavier padlock. Giant willow trees with heavy, dangling branches obscured the view inside from the gates save for the paved pathway. The exterior was shielded by purposefully placed shrubs that reach up just before the high points of the iron fences.
And in the little guard station to the left of the gates was groundskeeper Anselm…asleep at his post.
Anselm knew full well to expect a Shibusen student arriving at the cemetery. He also knew they would be arriving in the evening after hours and that he would need to unlock the gates. But had covered for groundskeeper Magda on the graveyard shift for two days now with her sick as a dog with the flu. Working from eight pm to seven am, the breaking for breakfast before working eight am to five pm, and then having to wait long for a random teenager? Sleep had taken him the minute he’d flopped into the rickety wooden chair. It wasn’t like they couldn’t just wake him up.
He was surprisingly young for a groundskeeper. Maybe nearing thirty with a tanned look to him and scruffy looking stubble on his face, he sat sagging back into the chair, arms crossed and with his head lulled to rest on his right shoulder. His brown hair appeared thoroughly mussed. He appeared very much dressed for his work, sporting a simple t shirt with a jacket thrown on over it, jeans and work boots, gloves sticking out of his left pocket. Not exactly the most put together individual, but at a glance he looked nice enough. The time frame the student could arrive in was shifty enough.
Anselm could afford a few minutes to doze.