Who: Angel and OPEN What: Patrol and snooping Where: Outside the Clinic When: Middle of the night Warnings: None atm Status: Open/On-going
It was bitterly cold. Angel knew that much because of the effect it had on people and on the general behavior of the town. There were far fewer people out after hours these days. No one seemed to want to risk wandering the sub-zero temperatures. Which was probably smart and not for the first time, he figured the weather was a good a thing when it came to possible threats. Most people, even criminals, would agree that the weather was too foul to do anything.
He supposed that was all good. For him, the cold did little to alter his own habits. It wasn't that he didn't feel the cold, it just didn't really have much effect on him. It was the same reason that he could live and work in Los Angeles every day in layers upon layers of black clothing -- temperature really didn't bother him.
So he was still sticking -- pretty stubbornly, actually -- to his nightly roaming around town. Searching for trouble or really just for anything out of the ordinary. He preferred having some kind of routine and this was the kind of thing that almost resembled what he did back home. It was something he'd done here since he'd arrived -- almost a year ago now, by this calendar -- and now that he wasn't breaking down at the mere thought of his son, it was something he was glad to pick up again.
He'd started on the western side of town and was only now circling back to the center before he'd stretch out to the eastern residential half. His path this time brought him near the clinic and he hovered on the outside of it, wondering if Lissa was in. He hadn't seen or talked to her in a long while. After a bit, though, he came to the conclusion that although there seemed to be some activity inside, it was unlikely she'd be there at this hour.
Still, though. He hadn't been through the clinic in a long time, since before his trip home, and with the rate the damn town changed and changed hands, it could be worth investigating. See if anything out of the ordinary was going on. He trusted Lissa for various personal reasons, but that didn't mean someone else couldn't be trying something questionable. With the way everyone in this town tried so hard to govern themselves and operate with autonomy, it was hard to keep track. And the clinic was one of the few places that didn't have some kind of regulation on it.
All of that made him sound incredibly suspicious, but this was just part of it. He wanted to know these things, so that he could act if he had to. He'd spent long enough despairing. He could remain in the shadows and still be involved. Someone needed to. And he preferred not to announce that he did these kind of things.
Angel still hesitated, though. Which was why a tall, dark figure was looming around the edges of the reach of the light from the front of the building, wondering if he should bother poking his head in or not. A tall dark figure who was wearing his customary leather coat and little else to keep the cold at bay -- an odd enough sight at any hour.