Rustling. A pained shout. A sharp light. Hedi was in the painful process of waking up. A beam of sunlight had shot through his only partially closed blinds, forcing him awake. Laying on his bed shirtless, Hedi slowly pieced together his night. A wave of his hand flung his blinds open, lighting up the rest of the room.
A trail of clothes led to his bed, a beautifully cut black trench coat crumpled up on the floor, followed by a shirt absolutely soaked in blood. Splatters led all the way up to his bed, which looked absolutely awful. His sheets were covered in blood, and so was most of his upper body, as well as his mouth and hands. Ugh. He remembered now. A back alley confrontation with an entirely too rude mugger had put him in quite a rage. He hadn't really torn someone to shreds like that in months, and he felt physically ill. Eating gutter trash like that was analogous to food poisoning. A snap of his fingers burned all the blood off of himself and his floors, and he incinerated his sheets.
This was the only real problem with living in university housing, staggering home at late hours covered in someone else's blood was not looked upon particularly favorably. For now he hadn't yet been caught, but it was going to happen sooner or later. He needed to find some sort of alternative housing, and that's what was forcing him to wake up so early. Apartment hunting. Something he had managed to avoid for nearly a century, but which was slowly becoming painfully necessary.
Pulling on a white t shirt from his closet and donning a pair of shades, Hedi looked in the mirror. Black jeans and spotless suede jodphur boots looked fine. But he felt like he was missing something, some bit of dimension to his outfit. It clicked in his mind, a perfecto jacket was what he needed. A wave of his hand brought his favorite new purchase flying out of his closet and onto his back, he had spent the entirety of his last research grant on it. Italian leatherwork, supple and shiny, it was a gorgeous thing.
The first place he was meant to look at was some kind of brownstone in a fairly middling part of the city. Nothing stunning, but it was quiet and looked to have quite a bit of space for spellcrafting and whatnot. It looked like it was being marketed to be rented out to a few people. Room-mates. Hedi wasn't familiar with the concept, but not opposed to it. He looked up at the building, tapping his heel as he considered the edifice. He wondered if anyone else would be looking at the place today, meeting a potential room-mate could be quite the experience.
@Romi
A trail of clothes led to his bed, a beautifully cut black trench coat crumpled up on the floor, followed by a shirt absolutely soaked in blood. Splatters led all the way up to his bed, which looked absolutely awful. His sheets were covered in blood, and so was most of his upper body, as well as his mouth and hands. Ugh. He remembered now. A back alley confrontation with an entirely too rude mugger had put him in quite a rage. He hadn't really torn someone to shreds like that in months, and he felt physically ill. Eating gutter trash like that was analogous to food poisoning. A snap of his fingers burned all the blood off of himself and his floors, and he incinerated his sheets.
This was the only real problem with living in university housing, staggering home at late hours covered in someone else's blood was not looked upon particularly favorably. For now he hadn't yet been caught, but it was going to happen sooner or later. He needed to find some sort of alternative housing, and that's what was forcing him to wake up so early. Apartment hunting. Something he had managed to avoid for nearly a century, but which was slowly becoming painfully necessary.
Pulling on a white t shirt from his closet and donning a pair of shades, Hedi looked in the mirror. Black jeans and spotless suede jodphur boots looked fine. But he felt like he was missing something, some bit of dimension to his outfit. It clicked in his mind, a perfecto jacket was what he needed. A wave of his hand brought his favorite new purchase flying out of his closet and onto his back, he had spent the entirety of his last research grant on it. Italian leatherwork, supple and shiny, it was a gorgeous thing.
The first place he was meant to look at was some kind of brownstone in a fairly middling part of the city. Nothing stunning, but it was quiet and looked to have quite a bit of space for spellcrafting and whatnot. It looked like it was being marketed to be rented out to a few people. Room-mates. Hedi wasn't familiar with the concept, but not opposed to it. He looked up at the building, tapping his heel as he considered the edifice. He wondered if anyone else would be looking at the place today, meeting a potential room-mate could be quite the experience.
@Romi