So maybe trying to injure the cat fellow wasn't the greatest plan I've ever had, although really considering I rarely had a plan at all in regards to any part of my tumultuous existence I really don't think it was that bad- besides I wasn't going to kill the guy, that really isn't my style, I really just wanted him to let the hell go. Maybe I won't fight for my own life, but I'll be damned if rumours about my sexuality start getting out- that, would be terribly detrimental to my...lets call it 'business' for professionals sake. The other man clinging to my legs finally seemed to loosen his grip and let go, swinging my body forward once more to try and use the wall as a sort of brace I suppose and scramble in the manliest fashion possible up and onto the roof. That however, is significantly more challenging than it looks and really I'm half given to wonder when my apparent Hunter powers are going to make themselves known, aren't I supposed to be more, well, athletically inclined? I moved to attempt to grasp another part of the roof, struggling to ignore what I was entirely assured was germ infested material before I suddenly had the sensation of....flying again. It was a shame really, that I was rather beginning to dislike the female wolf, had she not been attempting to fling me about I might well have been inclined to actually find her mildly personable, then again, I do have rather the habit of finding anything female rather personable. That ended up being the last entirely coherent thought I actually remember before the sensation of someone slapping me and a headache that I am entirely sure must be the result of some alcohol induced coma I don't remember getting split against the inside of my skull.

Where...was I?

I haven't been this drunk since the Vodka incident in Kat's apartment, forcing my eyes open despite the heaviness that seemed to cling to them, blue gold gaze taking note of the darkness- was it still night time? It was at about this moment that my face seemed to register the stinging sensation, eyes suddenly falling against Kat. Well- maybe my night wasn't so entirely bad after all, although really I hardly remember doing....anything with her. Hmm, maybe I am far to gentlemanly even when drunk...or....drugged, I truly have no idea where I am and really, I haven't been slapped by a girl since I was....sixteen and even then she had mistaken me for someone else. Not that I'm entirely sure how she managed that, how many people really look this good? I think I may have managed to chuckle slightly, evidently oblivious to the fact my thoughts held no real order before Kat slamming against the bedroom wall seemed to actually return some sense to my splitting headache. I think I actually managed a frown of sorts, the wall sounding particularly metallic and really I hardly remember either of us having steel walls.

"Did you hit me?"

To be honest I am entirely sure I may well have deserved it on more then one occasion and really I have an exceptionally healthy respect for Kat's fists and yet I'm entirely sure she has never managed to punch me so entirely hard I was rendered unconscious....maybe she just slapped me...where the hell am I?

"Fuck."

That, is entirely why sitting up to suddenly may not have been the best idea I have truly managed to have, head slamming into what I can only assume is the roof as I moved to fumble for my phone, flicking the screen on and providing a least some sense of light. Why...were we in a box and more importantly...why was it hot? I moved to hurriedly lift my hand away for the heated metal beneath me, long fingers moving to pluck what looked like a banana skin from my leg.

"Correct me if I'm wrong darling, but- are we in a bin?"

For her part, Kat didn't seem to be paying entirely too much attention, continuing to slam at the wall, burying her knife into the rusted side before slamming it open, the rush of cool air a welcome relief that I hadn't truly realised I was missing- then again, concussion does tend to make the world a little...blurry.

"I've all the times I envisioned my own death I am markedly disappointed that it involves a bin, we could have done so much better."

Alright, maybe I wasn't taking the situation entirely seriously and yet really I had been thrown from a rooftop and into a dumpster, at least, that is the conclusion my mind seems to have made through the hazy fog of sense that seems to be slowly returning, Kat suddenly grabbing for me, smoke hitting my lungs with enough force to damn near turn my stomach as a coughed and spluttered nearly as bad as Kat herself before stumbling out of the dumpster and onto the street, forced to cling to her a moment as the entire world lurched before I finally managed to find my balance. It's not exactly the first time anyone has tried to kill me and yet this was, by far, the closet anyone had even managed to come, the blue gold of my gaze managing to locate the cat and the poodle or whatever sort of dog it was standing not to far away and string at the flames. Well- that's a little morbid and to be honest I might be marginally agitated about it.

"Give me a minute, I need to...send a text- trust me."

I think somewhere within the smoke I actually managed a crooked smirk of sorts, somehow summoning the energy to flash it towards Kat. If I was going to die, I was at least going to die with charm, fingers easily taping away at the keys of the phone before the sudden flare of headlights flashed into the darkness of the ally, two fingers resting on the screen of my phone. It is one of the perks of excessive funds I suppose, to be able to install generally ridiculous and un-needed technology on my phone and yet really, what isn't at least a little bit impressive about being able to control my car from my phone now hmm? The Were's can either move or I can run them over, my car my most successful weapon to date. Truly I have little understanding of the wolf females telekeniss and yet she will either be forced to focus on trying to stop a ridiculously fast and heavy car and giving Kat and myself chance enough to actually get away, or she can save herself and her boyfriend by taking off entirely. I simply moved to flick my fingers over the screen, screeching tyres seeing the Maserati tear down the alleyway and directly towards the pair forcing them to either move or get hit and truthfully for half a moment I was half inclined not to feel entirely to bad about it, after all, they owe me an entirely new outfit because no amount of disinfectant is going to convince me these clothes are clean. Whether I hit them or not I was hardly going to wait to find out, hitting the brakes on the car before hitting the door release code.

"I think it's time to go- I recommend you get in before the cat decides to chance the shiny car although if I find any blood on the hood I am sending them the bill for the car wash- passenger side Kat."

Concussion or not however, Kat is so not driving my car. Who knew, maybe I am useful, even if brawn isn't really my thing, at least I have an understanding of technology- and Kat thinks I have to many gadgets.



k o h l
so you want to play with magic?