The lone lieutenant tapped his toes, headphones blasting beats into his ears. It was something he'd been mixing up in his apartment lately, and while he was on the hunt for civilians to drain, he had quite a lot of spare time. Listening to music in the meantime helped keep him sane. He drew his mp3 player from his pocket and checked the time. 2:30 a.m. Yikes. It was getting late. He'd have to open up the coffee shop first thing in the morning, and as it was a Thursday, he didn't estimate people would be out much later, either. He sighed and took his earbuds from his ears and wrapped them around the mp3 player. 'Get busy living or get busy dying,' as they said. Wait, should it be 'get busy draining or get busy dying (because a general will straight up kick your a** for not making quota)?' He let the thought roll around in his head as he continued to hum out the beat.
Time for business.
Swinging his microphone around like one would with a pocket watch, Indicolite made his way to the seedier part of DC. The good, simple folk of the city might be heading to bed to work their honest jobs bright and early, but he could expect to find some shady character (like he wasn't one himself) selling drugs or themselves on the street corner. Indicolite was a lieutenant with a pretty loose code of morals, but it did still exist. He had a disdain for draining people senseless then abandoning them where they lay. Unless they really deserved it, of course. Did that make him some sort of Negaverse Batman? Maybe.
Indicolite hopped a little ways up onto the fire escape of a two-story building, and climbed to the rooftop for a better view. Now, he would wait. Woe be to the next person to walk beneath his shadow.
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