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Supernova
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- Mar 17, 2012
Wolf's house~9am,
the clock kept beeping, Bigby Wolf hit it again and again, but for some reason the stupid red lights kept lighting up the room, and the stupid thing kept trying to wake him up. He moved Slowly trying to get up from his sleep, and finally slapped the clock to the other end of the room watching with satisfaction as the thing broke into pieces, and the noise that had been hammering his skull finally stopped. He stretched out and sighed now awake but feeling terrible. Sick and just a bit, nauseous the room spun as he moved. Getting up to his feet he walked slowly to the bathroom struggling to put one foot directly in front of the other.
Walking into the bathroom of his apartment he was reminded just how shitty the place was. The paint was pealing, and the click of the light turned on four rather bright bulbs as well as a painful vent that didn't actually help stop the mold that was festering in the ceiling. He was all but crawling to the sink at this point. Tired brown eyes, check, greying hair with a few streaks of white, check, a body with a little too much chest hair, check and check. He was at least human on the outside of his body. His head hurt and he couldn't entirely remember the night before but at least he didn't do something dumb like go streaking.
Sniffing himself he found the culprit of his current headache, the strong smell of whisky hit his nose and sent a shiver of repulsion through his body. "What the hell did I bathe in the shit?" He put his head to the glass mirror feeling a moment of relief as he breathed out and looked at the sink. His headache being made slightly better by the feeling of cold glass. He groaned and pulled himself into the shower, enjoying his usual mix of scented shampoos that reminded him a little of the forest. The shower helped to clear his head.
He had done a bit of work late last night, left Red probably around.. 6, maybe seven? he had gone to oh god which of the bars did he go too? Poisoned apple? Counting sheep? or was it Hook's seasider? He couldn't directly recall which one it was, maybe multiple? It had been friday so it wasn't unlike him to do a multi-bar crawl maybe he was getting a bit too old for those.
He walked to his kitchen, the clock was now around 9.10, work was in... two hours ago, so he could assume that Red would be here with the car soon to pick him up. A quick glance at his cell showed eight missed calls. Only two of those were from numbers he actually cared about. Opening the fridge he decided that if he was already getting this late a start he may as well just go all the way, he pulled out some bacon and started to fry it along with some eggs.
the clock kept beeping, Bigby Wolf hit it again and again, but for some reason the stupid red lights kept lighting up the room, and the stupid thing kept trying to wake him up. He moved Slowly trying to get up from his sleep, and finally slapped the clock to the other end of the room watching with satisfaction as the thing broke into pieces, and the noise that had been hammering his skull finally stopped. He stretched out and sighed now awake but feeling terrible. Sick and just a bit, nauseous the room spun as he moved. Getting up to his feet he walked slowly to the bathroom struggling to put one foot directly in front of the other.
Walking into the bathroom of his apartment he was reminded just how shitty the place was. The paint was pealing, and the click of the light turned on four rather bright bulbs as well as a painful vent that didn't actually help stop the mold that was festering in the ceiling. He was all but crawling to the sink at this point. Tired brown eyes, check, greying hair with a few streaks of white, check, a body with a little too much chest hair, check and check. He was at least human on the outside of his body. His head hurt and he couldn't entirely remember the night before but at least he didn't do something dumb like go streaking.
Sniffing himself he found the culprit of his current headache, the strong smell of whisky hit his nose and sent a shiver of repulsion through his body. "What the hell did I bathe in the shit?" He put his head to the glass mirror feeling a moment of relief as he breathed out and looked at the sink. His headache being made slightly better by the feeling of cold glass. He groaned and pulled himself into the shower, enjoying his usual mix of scented shampoos that reminded him a little of the forest. The shower helped to clear his head.
He had done a bit of work late last night, left Red probably around.. 6, maybe seven? he had gone to oh god which of the bars did he go too? Poisoned apple? Counting sheep? or was it Hook's seasider? He couldn't directly recall which one it was, maybe multiple? It had been friday so it wasn't unlike him to do a multi-bar crawl maybe he was getting a bit too old for those.
He walked to his kitchen, the clock was now around 9.10, work was in... two hours ago, so he could assume that Red would be here with the car soon to pick him up. A quick glance at his cell showed eight missed calls. Only two of those were from numbers he actually cared about. Opening the fridge he decided that if he was already getting this late a start he may as well just go all the way, he pulled out some bacon and started to fry it along with some eggs.