((Jacob Winters continued from I've been getting really into 'hell'. )) "... I'm sorry, y'know." Jacob couldn't forget the glassy, lifeless eyes of Greg's body. With the jacket shrouding his face, he couldn't shake the feeling Greg was staring right at him with those very same eyes. "...

As Jezzie left, the smile fell. A slow exhale of air passed his lips, like air deflating from a balloon. The company had been nice while it lasted, but without Jezzie he was back to before. Alone again. As her footsteps faded into the distance, silence rushed into the space. It filled the air, it fi...

Jacob smiled, nodding.

"Yeah, okay. I'm game."

Jacob looked up at her, surprised. What he'd meant as an innocuous comment had suddenly shut the door on the conversation altogether. "O-oh... okay." He suddenly wished he hadn't said anything. He wanted to grab the words and shove them back down his throat. Jacob didn't really want her to...

Jacob raised one hand, showing off the gun manual clutched between his fingers. "Don't worry, it does. Just never, like, fired a fucking gun, y'know?" That probably went without saying. But he'd say it anyway, if only to avoid an awkward lull between them. It was hard to keep a conversatio...

"Mmm." Jacob didn't really know how to respond. They were speaking so casually of Jacob's premeditated murder plans, of Jezzie's own slayings, of what it felt to kill someone. Just yesterday he'd been completely unsure of how anyone could so easily flip to murder the way Jezzie or Kitty or...

"...oh." Jacob wasn't sure what answer he'd expected. Perhaps he'd assumed Jezzie had gotten a taste for murder and enjoyed it - though their first meeting certainly hadn't given that impression, she'd since gone on quite the killing streak. Or maybe he'd assumed she was simply numb to it,...

Jacob looked back at Jezzie, eyes lightly appreciative. "I... do kinda wanna do it, yeah," he answered. "Though I won't be mad if you get his bitch ass first." His eyes drifted down to his leg, still wrapped in bandages and burning like hellfire. "... it kinda makes more sen...

Jacob's eyes drifted towards Greg's corpse, still crumpled in the chair he'd died in.

"... yeah."

Jacob smirked. The honesty was refreshing, in a way. Other people tended to do exactly as she said, reassure him of his parent's ostensible love for him despite how petty and controlling and cold they were. It was nice hearing someone just agree that the situation was shit without trying to conjure ...

Jacob visibly cringed at the mention of the cameras. Obviously, he knew they were there ; they were everywhere and usually plainly visible, and they'd been explicitly pointed out to them at the start of this whole nightmare. But they also didn't do much to draw attention to themselves, so it was eas...

"... hm. I get ya." Jacob shifted around on the couch until he was facing forward, feet planted on the floor and looking straight at Jezzie, wincing a bit as his leg once again made its displeasure with the movement known. "Like... I didn't really have a 'plan' or whatever. I'd talked...

"... I mean, yeah?" Jacob didn't intend for his reply to sound so pithy, but it sure had come out that way. It seemed pretty self-evident to him, though. "Like, if we didn't get dragged here? Totally. I mean, like, shit wasn't awesome for me at home, but..." His voice hitched a l...

Jacob stared at her for a moment. Then he nodded, before setting the gun down beside him on the couch, pointed away from the both of them. "Okay," he said, taking a deep breath. "I can do that." Jacob pulled himself back to sit a little more upright, wincing in discomfort as the ...

Jacob halfheartedly waved at her, not even managing a smile. "Hey." Jacob's eyes fell to his lap. The gun sat fully loaded, pointing vaguely Jezzie's way; not exactly the warmest welcome he could give. He grabbed it and turned it to face the ceiling before he began fumbling with the clip, ...