Jacque sighed in frustration as his television failed to yield anything of actual interest, much to his displeasure. Further still, he could feel that tingling in the base of his skull, the feeling that only came when his desire to hunt had failed to be quelled. The wendigo crawled out of his bed with a soft grunt, knowing that ignoring the urge would just make him irritable at work in the morning, "Fuck it, there's no getting around it I guess." Jacque muttered. After quickly changing into a black tshirt, a pair of black and green sweatpants, and a pair of running shoes, Jacque crossed his room and opened his window before flinging himself out onto the street below. The fall, which would have killed any human that attempted to jump from such a height, was nothing to Jacque, he landed on his hands and feet as though he'd merely dropped from a few feet rather than five full stories, and stood before wiping his hands on his pajama bottoms. "Hrm, hobo or junkie? Not the most delectable of humans but it isn't like i'll find too many people out right about now. Maybe I'll get lucky and find a late night jogger...or maybe the owner of that car I marked up. Ah, but what game should I play when I find someone?" Jacque said to himself as he shoved his hands in his pockets and began to wander down the sidewalk.