Neither Heaven nor Hell but somewhere in between (OTA)

[nephilimson]

The Jace Wayland that emerged from the hotel on this day looked entirely different from the one who had arrived during the weekend. His clothes were clean (new found in his closet), his wounds were healed (thanks to a stele found in his room) and he looked as if he'd been spending long hours at the tattoo parlor (the stele again). He had Marks on him, visible on his neck and wrists, for enhanced speed, agility, strength and vision. (He'd thought about Marking himself as invisible to mundanes, but had changed his mind.) Jace was also armed with seraph blades, a witchlight and his stele, all hidden within his leather Shadowhunter garb.

If he was going to be stuck here, he might as well get the lay of the land. So there was a handsome blond boy walking most everywhere in the village, peering into shop windows, church and temple doors (he might have lingered some at the arcade ...).

There were, he was realizing, worse places to be trapped. Better, say than Cleveland. Where Jace had never been; he'd just heard bad things.

(ooc: find him anywhere!)