The Bedroom, Apartment 42, The Bowerstone Apartment Complex, 4th And Flint Street, The Attison District, Temple City (3040).....
Once more Baddwulf found himself awakening in bed alone as Amanda had already taken off before he'd elected to open his eyes. Staring up at the ceiling in the center of his king-sized bed had been something he had not often had time to do given his busy schedule but he did a bit of reflecting now and again. Despite his disappointment at not having her around come morning, he supposed it was a lot easier than having an awkward morning after conversation given all they had done the previous night. Baddwulf sighed as he took a few moments to collect himself and shake the thoughts of the previous night from his already weary mind.
He yawned and shook himself as he sat up in bed trying more or less to ignore the bulge that tented the sheet that had been wrapped around his waist as he attempted to get his day started. He still felt all kinds of bad given what he discovered during his time out and about the previous day and the morgue but there were black pennies to be made and faces that needed punching now and again.
There was no doubt in Baddwulf's mind that Jake would make his way to the apartment with a case in hand and annoyances abound. There had been at least one silver lining to the issue of Moran's death and that had been no one was guarding the front door to Blacky's place and that provided ample opportunity to put a few dents into the smug small-time hood's smarmy face when the time came to corner him.
This prospect alone was enough to get Baddwulf out of bed and on with the start of his day. He tossed back the sheet and stood stark naked in the center of his bedroom as he moved about attempting to pick out his attire for the day and a few things for his shower.
Sullivan had the run of the place as usual and seemed in something of a pleasant mood all things considered as he managed to force his way into the bedroom while giving Baddwulf a rather crossed look before hopping onto his bed and curling up.
"At least you ain't in my chair," said Baddwulf in a rather gruff tone as he grabbed a few articles of clothing and headed toward the bathroom for his shower.
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The Bathroom, Apartment 42, The Bowerstone Apartment Complex, 4th And Flint Street, The Attison District, Temple City (3040).....
Cold water had been in short supply with the recent heatwave as Baddwulf stood beneath a warm shower head letting the heated water trickle down his massive bare naked body. He had not been in much of a mood for fun in games concerning the likes of Blacky Clay and his hoodlum friends but he had known it was inevitable for them to try their hand at pissing him off at some point in the day.
All things considered, Baddwulf had begun to loosen up as the water beat against his sore muscles and did wonders for getting rid of the stickiness left over by sweat and the grime from the night before. He reached for his bar of soap and lathered up his hands before transferring it to his body content for the first time amid bubbles and cold water despite the slowly climbing heat that affected the whole city due to the summer months.
It had been a decent start to the day after his night with Amanda who he had recalled disappeared like so many times before when he awoke in the middle of the day. He guessed he'd awakened early enough that Jake had not stopped by to pry him out of bed which was a rare thing in it of itself.
As he began to bathe, Baddwulf reflected on the past few nights and his encounters with Blacky Clay once more and came to the conclusion that with their first line of defense gone, he had gathered a bit late that they would make an attempt on him where he'd be most vulnerable and as a result, he had managed to just make it out of the shower before a bullet zipped past his head and plunged into the nearby wall.
"FUCK!" growled Baddwulf knowing that this wasn't going to be an altogether good start to his day courtesy of Blacky Clay.
Another haze of bullets filled his apartment and Baddwulf found himself ducking and dodging them as he moved about the bathroom annoyed by the fact that he'd been naked and that he'd have to do the one thing he knew he'd regret, running for the window rather tight fitting window that loomed above the toilet which had been his only route for escape now that he'd been cornered inside his apartment with no doubt a hundred goons armed with high powered guns and all looking to score big with bringing his head in, to Blacky on a silver platter.
Baddwulf managed to fit through the window just fine as he used a good deal of his strength and claws to navigate the side of his apartment complex. He'd been still wet from his attempted shower and naked as the day he was born with millions of cars beneath him and bullet after bullet filling his apartment bathroom in a bid to reach him.
He managed to get to the roof and from there he climbed down the nearby fire escape as he trailed down into a seedy-looking alley a few blocks from his apartment complex annoyed at having been caught so off guard and that they had shot up his house. He worried for Sullivan for a moment but reasoned that they aimed for the bathroom and not his bedroom due to having known he'd been nowhere near it.
With a roll of his eyes, Baddwulf had managed to ease on by his would-be assassins and passed by an old man reading an old newspaper. He snatched it out of his hands and used it to cover his body from front to back as he ran toward the other alleys that led to the familiar street leading to his young partner Jake Summer's apartment.