A Breath of Fresh Air

[Yawgmoth]

The coming of a new decade did not bring the same joyous hope and celebration to Ith Lazarus that it did to others. Ever since the worm-beast encounter within his Haven, the Doctor did not feel the same sense of security that he had become accustomed to throughout his requiem inside Amber Hills Asylum. Upon waking for the evening the Warden ventured outward from his home; his pager turned on in case Harold were to report an incident.

A long needed vacation, I suppose...

Lazarus' parked his car alongside the curb down in Sacramento's rack district. From behind his mask he gazed through the vehicle's tinted windows down the street. The outside was a foreign place to Ith and the ever so subtle uncomfort began to set in, it seemed almost akin to the fearful knowledge that hostile beings in Twilight could pass into his Haven.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained." The Doctor muttered to himself as he exited his car and closed/locked the door behind him.

I will walk and see where the evening takes me.

Such an act was out of the Warden's usual habits, and such was apparent by his choosing to remained dressed in his infamous attire. He cared little though, for now all Ith Lazarus wanted was a breath of fresh air and a moment away from his worries.

[Yawgmoth]

Without turning around the Doctor knew he had heard that voice somewhere before; it was a faint memory and he could not put a clear face or a name to it.

The man who accompanied Deputy Konstantin when depositing the torso...

Dr. Lazarus stopped walking but did not turn around. He could feel the man's beast and it seemed as strong as his would be. The Warden considered what a risk the fool took by approaching so rapidly; frenzy would have resulted in the end of a requiem.

Still not facing the man, and calming the inner beast, Lazarus let out a long raspy hiss before speaking. "Your name, tell me it."

[Yawgmoth]

At least he can follow orders.

Someone straightforward as Adolph Edel did not come about too frequently, and being so open about Ith's Nosferatu curse was something that did not please the Doctor. Behind the expressionless mask, flayed lips curled back in an irritated grimace.

"There are worse medicines than cough-syrup, I assure you." His voice was nothing more than a faint raspy hiss muffled by the expressionless mask on his face. Mr. Edel was a lucky man, not many people have been gifted with this much social conversation from Ith Lazarus.

[Yawgmoth]

Potato juice? He is a simple man, most likely a drunkard in his living days.

Ith considered turning on his heightened senses to see if he could smell Adolph's breath to confirm his suspicion, but better judgment stopped him from doing so. The Doctor had nowhere else to be this evening; his schedule had been cleared and Wilson was covering his shift.

Watching an ignorant brute kill a drunken fool sounds entertaining.

"Yes, I will observe." The reply was not enthusiastic.

[Yawgmoth]

((OOC: Not sure if it's alright to roll with finding the two homeless guys there, but assuming it's alright with the STs -- I'll post. If it's not alright, then consider this post useless. lol))

Lazarus did indeed follow Adolph, although at a much slower speed. The Warden preferred to walk slowly and observe everything around him as he went; it was more out of nervous caution from being outside his Asylum than anything else. Still, the Doctor slowly followed the brute -- his hunched over pace eventually leading him to where Mr. Edel stopped.

It is not surprising this man knows where to find filth.

"This is what you feed from?" Lazarus said disapprovingly, gesturing to the homeless bums.

Truth be told, Lazarus was not one to talk. On more than one occasion he had fed from the lowest and most depraved inmates of Amber Hill. Blinded by his pride, however, this thought never crossed his mind.

Let's wait a bit and see if one of the ST's have anything to add before we continue.

[DaevaDude]

Go ahead and continue. For future reference, though, it would be good to PM the STs when one is looking for something or someone (a type of prey, etc.) within an open scene, or ask in-scene in an occ note whether such is around.