The watch on his arm was glanced at as Alexandre turned a corner. 12:15. It was getting late and he knew it but it was just the start of his night. Really it was like having two jobs plus school - not easy. Last night though had been fun and exhilarating. It was a reminder of what he could do and the power he had. He felt bad with the people being dead but he wasn't going to make a big deal over it, he knew better than to dwell on things he didn't agree with. He'd learned certain things happened in war and certain things he couldn't prevent, or in the case of last night - wouldn't.

Tonight was a night to power up and patrol on his own and savor the last cool nights of winter. No rain or snow to chill him and ruin the night. But not yet was he powered up and enjoying the evening; he wasn't far enough from home. Alexandre always liked to put distance between himself and his home, as much as he could in fact.

His hands were sunk deep into the pockets of the well made, and warm, military style peacoat. The buttons done up and leaving not an inch of neck even showing. The pants he wore were form fitting dark denim while the shoes were fabric, and of course name brand. The odd addition tonight was a hat settled on his head. A black cat made of a soft, very soft, fabric with a small lip that gave some covering for his eyes. His bangs framed his face while the remainder of his blond hair was tied back tightly at the nap of his neck.

Soon he'd be far enough from home that he could power up, and all this nice clothing would be replaced by the overly fancy uniform of a General.

Guine

(I'm thinking a coat similar to this:
http://s5.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/843EE224.jpg
and a hat similar to what poor victorian boys wore. Also a silver small silver ivy pin/broach pinned to the left breast of the coat.)