Jace Herondale | The Mortal Instruments (hatesbergamot) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-12-05 00:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2019 december, ~40 points, ~~~~jace herondale (hatesbergamot) |
WHO: Jace Herondale and OPEN
WHAT: Patrolling
WHEN: Early Thursday morning
WHERE: Downtown
WARNINGS: TBD/Probably not
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Jace was used to being out at night. It was a Shadowhunter's natural habitat - vampires, werewolves, warlocks all preferred night as well. He often went out, just patrolling the neighborhood, even though he was well aware that he wouldn't find anything. If he was wanting to provoke a fight, he probably could. There were plenty of werewolves here, and even some vampires. Lots of warlocks. But they all behaved, which in truth made him ridiculously bored with this place. It wasn't a great place for a guy who lived to fight, since there wasn't a lot of fighting to be done.
Tonight he was sitting on the roof of one of the buildings on Main Street, his feet hanging over the side. There were very few people out, even, and the streets were quiet and dark. With a sigh, he slid off the edge of the building, landing gracefully on the concrete sidewalk below and continuing to walk. Maybe he'd go check on Emma, because something was definitely the matter with her. Or maybe he'd just go to Starbucks and see if he could get some tea. Either way, it was bound to be a boring night.