Jacob swallowed the last little bite of bread, frowning in concern. "Aw, shit, man. I'm sorry." A knot of guilt tied itself in Jacob's stomach. He'd been so eager to get Greg to try weed (and to have a little more himself, of course), that he hadn't really considered how it might only make...

((Jacob Winters continued from Reefer Madness )) And so was Jacob. He'd laid his jacket on the floor and sat on it, busying himself munching on the rations they'd been given. "Heeeey, bud," he called out between bites, staring at Greg strung out across the room, "you still alive, righ...

Jacob frowned, watching the strange guy exit the room almost as suddenly as he'd entered. He'd done his best to try and accommodate him, but it seemed it wasn't enough. He wondered if they'd ever bump into him again. Given his skittish nature, the fact he was armed, and that he'd apparently already ...

Jacob turned back to Greg, shaking his head. "Nah, man, it's cool. I can split it three ways and have a little left over. 'Sides, everyone should try this shit at least once." Jacob's eyes returned to the axe, and the boy looking all teary-eyed like he'd inhaled a lungful of the stuff alre...

Jacob froze, startled at the new arrival, talking to them like he'd been their all along and gotten halfway through a thought. Jacob hadn't even realized he was armed until he dropped the axe in his hand and it clattered to the ground. Folks seemed eager to barge in on him lately. Maybe it was good ...

"Hm. Well, it's kinda different between folks, from what I've seen. For me, it gets me kinda giddy and stupid, but in, like, a chill way I guess." Sober-him wasn't super proud of what an idiot stoned-him apparently was, but he was fine with making a bit of an ass of himself if it took the ...

((Jacob Winters continued from vantablack humor )) Jacob was sitting in a chair, gazing out the window in a sleepy-eyed daze. The weather was gloomy and foreboding, though it wasn't such a problem now that they were off the mountain. Back home, he loved urbexing on those kinds of days, especially wh...

Jacob got up, following his new flannel goth buddy.

"Right. The, uh, goats aren't gonna follow us, right?"

((Jacob Winters continued in Reefer Madness))

Corbin barely acknowledged her reply. He sank further into himself, arms crossed over his knees so he could bury his face in them. He'd never felt so pathetic and humiliated in his entire life. "I just..." His throat began to close. He could feel tears seeping into his sleeve. Any vestiges...

"What's there to even work towards anymore?" The can dropped from his hand and landed in the snow. He looked D directly in the eye, as if he could find the answer there. "I had shit to work towards, once. I had a future, I had dreams. I did everything I was supposed to, and it landed ...

Corbin stared down at the now-empty beer can. A hazy, barely-visible reflection of his own battered face looked back at him. "... no." He sniffled a bit. A bone-deep ache settled into his chest. "Unless you're willing to let me stick around... I got nothing." He couldn't bring hi...

Corbin just barely caught the can as D hurled it at him. For a moment, he stared at the top of it, drumming his fingers along its side. He'd never actually drank anything before. Somehow, even now, the idea sent a pang of guilt through him. Under normal circumstances, it was the exact kind of thing ...

"Mmm..." Jacob sat up, removing his sunglasses and wiping at his eyes with the back of his other hand. His breathing was rough and he was still shaking, but compared to before he was positively chipper and stable. "I think I-I'm good to go now." He put the sunglasses back over hi...