He made his way home in record time, even though he was only on his motorbike. Still, he couldn't help but feel the excitement and anticipation that was building in his blood. He'd also have to make sure to have a bit of a feed before he left, or else the temptations could prove to be too much and that was something he just did not need.
He really ought to feed before he got ready… it wasn't that he needed to feed often, the talisman and his age helped to take some of that off, however when he was going to be faced with such temptations as he was likely to meet this night, he wasn't going to take the chance. He did not want to risk his true identity being found out… he simply couldn't. With that thought, form gave way to darkness and the shadow found its prey only a few blocks from its home… and the shadow was sated by the blood of an abusive pimp, and then disappeared into the deeper darkness of the night.
His hunger sated, Nigel made his way into the bathroom of his apartment. He took a quick shower and got the smell of the chemicals in the morgue off of himself. The scent of death was fine to hold, but not those bloody chemicals. After being satisfied that those noxious chemical odors were gone, he extricated himself from the confines of the shower, toweled off and with towel wrapped around his waist, began to ponder an outfit for this evening.
Well fitted, tailored black leather pants, a black poet's shirt… and one of his jackets, that would do, and of course his boots. His mind made up on his attire for this outing, and he began to get dressed. Oh how he'd missed the feel of supple leather against his skin. He didn't get much call for it being a medical examiner after all… however he loved it all nonetheless.
He looked at himself in his mirror and pondered ditching the jacket, of course he had to keep up the appearance of needing it, though he did not require it. Also, there was the color of a recent feed to deal with – that was not going to do. He got out his makeup and properly paled his face and neck and even his hands… and then he lined his eyes in black kohl eyeliner. He refrained from using the black lipstick, that just wasn't his style and the taste of it was something he couldn't ever get used to.
Satisfied that he was gothed enough for this outing, he put a few things in his bag in case Woodrow failed to meet up with expectations and then made his way back to the medical examiner's office. Of course, he couldn't help but harbor the hope that Jordan would still be there and that she would approve of his outfit… that would be lovely, wouldn't it? He thought so… of course he was somewhat disappointed when he arrived… Woody was outside waiting for him and the lovely Dr. Cavanaugh was nowhere in sight… and Woodrow looked positively impatient. It seemed Nigel was going to have to show Jordan his dark side on another night.
"Cheer up Woodrow… you haven't done all that bad. Just have to pale you out a bit and we'll be on our way before you know it. I must say, you've done better than I expected, even if you still look a bit preppy… Ah well… such are you in unlife as you were in real life I suppose… We'll just have to go with that… still, best to let me do most if not all of the talking… I've a way with these people." Nigel chuckled as he pulled the white face stuff out of his bag.
"Let's just get this over and done with alright Nigel?" Woody said in an impatient tone. Nigel just shrugged and nodded and proceeded to pale out the preppy Wisconsin farm boy cop. Of course what he didn't tell Woodrow was that this was custom blended make up even better than what stage actors used… it didn't have a taste or an odor, and it bonded to the skin, he'd find that he'd be scrubbing the makeup with soap and water to no avail, he'd have to have make up remover to get the stuff off… Perhaps it was a bit evil of him to do, but Nigel had never said that he was good – now did he?
"Well it's going to have to do. Really rather wish you'd stop being such a Nancy and let me give you the full goth treatment, but you're right we ought to be done with this and on our way." Nigel sighed, though there was a smirk still glittering in his gaze.
"This stuff feels weird, I don't know how you people stand it." Woody complained as he moved to follow Nigel's motorbike.
"Simple, we don't mind it. Forget that you're wearing it and you'll find it's a lot easier to live with." Nigel chuckled as he got back on his bike and put his helmet on. "Let's go then." Nigel laughed as he started up the old motorbike and was on his way, though he did wait for Woody to get back in his car and be able to follow before going off toward the club.