It is at night when a figure, cloaked, masked, and dressed entirely in black, approaches the manor at Grayskull Lane. It does not take the driveway up to the main gate, but approaches at an angle, picking its way carefully through trees and over brush.
For several minutes, it stands quite still, a goodly distance from the gate and taking cover behind trees from the perimeter wall, in case prying eyes or other means now only passingly familiar to it are watching.
The cloak shuffles quietly, and a hand clad in a black leather gauntlet finds what it seeks. The river rock is tossed up and down several times, as the graceful hands get a feel for the weight. It is tossed upwards once more, snatched out of the air, and cast very quickly at the entry panel for the main gate. Passing in front of the camera before it impacts with the panel.
Action taken, the figure waits silently for the reaction.
For several minutes, it stands quite still, a goodly distance from the gate and taking cover behind trees from the perimeter wall, in case prying eyes or other means now only passingly familiar to it are watching.
The cloak shuffles quietly, and a hand clad in a black leather gauntlet finds what it seeks. The river rock is tossed up and down several times, as the graceful hands get a feel for the weight. It is tossed upwards once more, snatched out of the air, and cast very quickly at the entry panel for the main gate. Passing in front of the camera before it impacts with the panel.
Action taken, the figure waits silently for the reaction.