Jacque yawned as he walked lazily through a park, opting to take a scenic route that lead to his flat. In one hand dangled a small brown cardboard box tat vibrated and let out a small squeak every now and then. "[b]Oi, keep it down in there.[/b]" Jacque said as he shook the box a bit, rattling the rather fat rat inside into silence. After a few seconds of this, Jacque continued on his way "[b]That's better. Remi's gonna have a field day with you. Should've laid off on all those oats bud, maybe id've picked someone different.[/b]". Shifting his back pack a bit, Jacque was coming close to the exit when the sound of screaming children caught his attention, "[b]What now?[/b]" he sighed as he looked for the source of the disturbance. It didn't take long, as all he had to do was look in the direction that some of the children and their parents fled from. The sight before him was indeed a spectacle to behold as several people began duking it out. At first it seemed to Jacque like a few people that had drank a bit too much or maybe some some sort of turf war, however both theories were tossed out of the window as one transformed into a massive gorilla, and another one looked a lot like the one he'd kicked in the head and held at gun point earlier in the day. "[b]Nnnnope.[/b]" Jacque said with a deadpan expression as he kept on walking, keen on avoiding what he could only assume to be the heroes he'd narrowly escaped from.

Jacque's crime of the day was done, now all he wanted to do was go home, feed his pet, and peruse the internet for a new laptop. Maybe if the mood struck him, he'd go blow some of his money on overpriced drinks and other sorts of questionable vices, but for now, simply avoiding the carnage was good.