Satisfied. Jean supposed that would be an appropriate description of his mood right now despite the dreary weather. Gloves were removed as he stepped out of the alley and into the streets to avoid attention the blood stains would have drawn. Placing them into a pocket carefully, he joined his hands behind his head, running his fingers through his hair to hide the claws that tipped them. This part of the city was the type that most people stayed away from, but Jean walked self-assuredly and with confidence. He was vigilant of course, quite a few people had bones to pick with him, but gave off a lazy, unconcerned air. His reputation wasn’t unknown to those in the business nor was his employer, so people gave him a wide berth when he strolled down the street, whistling a chippy tune. Someone had a job tonight, and someone must have done well.

His cheery mood was easily crushed as he drew closer to his residence though. More and more checkpoints had been popping up throughout the city as the military took over in lieu of the regular, and less well-equipped, police force. While he was able to bypass and avoid them for the most part, their numbers were starting to worry Jean. Turning down an alley while still a few streets away from the blockade, he followed the twisting turns for several minutes as the noise began to fade away. Although it took some work: hopping fences, cutting through abandoned buildings and lots, it wasn’t as if he had an alternative. Eventually, he managed to sneak his way back into a more respectable area of the city, where the middle class citizens rather than criminals lived.

His residence was a small flat that housed him comfortably. A single bedroom and washroom with a small living room and a kitchen area. Nothing extravagant, but more than most Shifters could ask for. He eyed the apartment complex that he called home from the street for a moment before he figured that the night was still young and a well-done job called for some celebration. It’d been a while since he had gotten one, and now that he had some funds to look forward to it was the perfect time to treat himself. Turning away to wander the streets as he wondered where to go, Jean didn’t let the chilly winds bother him one bit.