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Week Thirteen: Tuesday
Who: Jace and [OPEN! or random narrative]
What: Keeping the Wolves safe from intruders, of course
When: Tuesday, late afternoon
Where: The edges of the Wolve's territory in the city

Guard duty. It was, generally speaking, a terribly boring job. It was better than doing nothing, but only slightly better, since most of the time it was... well, doing nothing. People left you alone though, and Jace appreciated the solitude. He was still too much of a loner to cheerfully join in the tribe's more teamworky activities. Considering his uncanny ability to piss people off and knack for disrupting groups, that was probably best for everyone.

Today's assignment saw him on the western edge of the Wolves' territory. His usual technique was to find some high vantage point where he could keep watch from and where he'd have the advantage if anything did go down. Lurking in trees or on rooftops also meant he could avoid welcome visitors he didn't want to deal with or, on rare occasions, jump down and scare the shit out of them, which was always good entertainment. Why was it that even the most cautious people never seemed to look up for danger? It couldn't have been evolutionary, there must have been some point in prehistory where people were attacked by nasty things lurking in the trees, but still everyone looked side to side and chanced a wary glance behind them, but never looked up. Except for the people he'd encountered before, of course. He had to hand it to most of the Wolves, they learned from experience.

Jace had perched himself on the roof of a small house today, using a conveniently placed railing to help him climb up. From that vantage point he had a good view of the few scattered nearby buildings and the road stretching out in both directions. There was no chance he wouldn't see anyone approaching.

Settled in to wait out his shift he fished in his pocket, pulling out a good sized switch-blade. The result of a recent trade, he'd grown quite fond of the wicked little weapon, playing with it in idle moments just to keep his hands busy, flicking the blade open and closed, spinning it, tossing and catching it. It was fortunate he had well above average dexterity from years of playing the same way with coins and cards or he probably would have lost a finger by now. That would be a fun one to explain to the medic.

Trespassing, climbing on rooftops, playing with knives. If only he had something to smoke and something to steal he could go for all the things that used to get him thrashed when he was fourteen. He chuckled to himself. If only his poor aunt and uncle were around to see him now, wouldn't they be impressed with how he'd turned out.