Treasure
Void
Once he had managed to procure some sustenance for his rumbling belly, he made his way to one of the other junctions to continue his hunt. There was no reason to waste the rest of a day in hiding just because of one curious woman, was there? Besides, Friday was coming, and he needed some things. He continued digging his claws through the mud and sifting out anything of value. Well, value to him.
As the light faded from the slits above him, he turned and made his way back down below into the belly of the piping system. There was nothing more to be found here. Time to return home. He continued down, weaving his way through pipes, sometimes being forced to press his wings flat against his back and stretch out as thin as he could go in order to pull himself through narrow pipes with just his front claws. That was truly a motivation to never gain excess weight. Though how, exactly, he would go about doing that, he was unsure.
The metal plate closed behind him, and he breathed a sigh of relief as the rest of his world - as small as it was - was cut off. Peace. Safety. Security. He padded over to a shadowy wall to the right of his doorway. He kept a few lanterns burning in the great arches of the subway station, and that was more than enough for him to see by down here. There was a nearly endless supply of oil in barrels left down by the cave-in at the far end of the station. Also at that end but on the other side, was a water pipe. It was one of the city's water pipes, but the spigot jutting out from it certainly did not belong to the city. He'd made it himself when the pipe had been shut off for repairs up the line. He wandered over to it and used a single claw to open the spigot. A metal bucket situated just so underneath it caught the flow of water and quickly filled. He shut it off then dropped in the coins into the water. After a few minutes of swishing, he dumped it out into a strainer and repeated the process with all of his other new items one by one.
Once he'd completed the task of cleaning his new treasures, he made his way to one of the closer arches and entered the room. No, it was not an actual room, but he liked to keep things as organized as possible, and he pretended each arch was a different doorway to a different room, even though once through the arch, it was just as open as in the middle of the main part.
This "room" held several battered filing cabinets. Most of them metal, but a few were wooden. They stood in a row of about ten or twelve like toy tin soldiers that had been stepped on once too often. Some were standing only because they leaned against another cabinet leaning the opposite direction. He scrutinized the various drawers before him then reached out and hooked a careful claw in the handle of one. This one held keys of various sizes and numbers, some on rings and some loose. His new acquisitions joined this drawer. Next was a drawer of rings, and on it went as he conscientiously sorted his items.
His mind felt peaceful and quiet when he sorted. Everything else was a mangled mess, but here in this place, everything was right. Finally, he made his way to the ticket booth and bed. Now he could rest.
As the light faded from the slits above him, he turned and made his way back down below into the belly of the piping system. There was nothing more to be found here. Time to return home. He continued down, weaving his way through pipes, sometimes being forced to press his wings flat against his back and stretch out as thin as he could go in order to pull himself through narrow pipes with just his front claws. That was truly a motivation to never gain excess weight. Though how, exactly, he would go about doing that, he was unsure.
The metal plate closed behind him, and he breathed a sigh of relief as the rest of his world - as small as it was - was cut off. Peace. Safety. Security. He padded over to a shadowy wall to the right of his doorway. He kept a few lanterns burning in the great arches of the subway station, and that was more than enough for him to see by down here. There was a nearly endless supply of oil in barrels left down by the cave-in at the far end of the station. Also at that end but on the other side, was a water pipe. It was one of the city's water pipes, but the spigot jutting out from it certainly did not belong to the city. He'd made it himself when the pipe had been shut off for repairs up the line. He wandered over to it and used a single claw to open the spigot. A metal bucket situated just so underneath it caught the flow of water and quickly filled. He shut it off then dropped in the coins into the water. After a few minutes of swishing, he dumped it out into a strainer and repeated the process with all of his other new items one by one.
Once he'd completed the task of cleaning his new treasures, he made his way to one of the closer arches and entered the room. No, it was not an actual room, but he liked to keep things as organized as possible, and he pretended each arch was a different doorway to a different room, even though once through the arch, it was just as open as in the middle of the main part.
This "room" held several battered filing cabinets. Most of them metal, but a few were wooden. They stood in a row of about ten or twelve like toy tin soldiers that had been stepped on once too often. Some were standing only because they leaned against another cabinet leaning the opposite direction. He scrutinized the various drawers before him then reached out and hooked a careful claw in the handle of one. This one held keys of various sizes and numbers, some on rings and some loose. His new acquisitions joined this drawer. Next was a drawer of rings, and on it went as he conscientiously sorted his items.
His mind felt peaceful and quiet when he sorted. Everything else was a mangled mess, but here in this place, everything was right. Finally, he made his way to the ticket booth and bed. Now he could rest.