Darkness surrounded Jacob as he sank, engulfed within the frigid water which seared through his clothes, numbing his skin within seconds. Panic clawed at his chest as he fought for solid ground, but the water was relentless, continually pulling him deeper into its icy embrace. Finally, he managed to...

At the sound of Marshall's voice, Jacob stopped in his tracks, head snapping back to glance at the shore. He wasn't sure what was more surprising: how far he had gone in such a short time or that Marshall was the one who happened to give enough of a shit to run after him. What a very interesting dev...

Nope. In retrospect, it was a stupid idea, actually. Nobody died just from getting punched in the face... not usually, anyway. Given that information, nobody would be expected to feel much concern, at least not for someone as worthless as Jacob. Still, if he was going to do the act, might as well ma...

Well, it had happened. For the first time since he got to this island, someone had actually responded to him with violence rather than annoyance. It really was a wonder that it happened sooner, but having it happen now put that question to rest. Cause had been met with effect, and the world kept tur...

Jacob leaned against the tree as the two figures approached. He knew that both Kai and Marshall could have had no problem beating the shit out of him, even without the conflict being two-on-one. In all regards, his physical capabilities were obviously no match for theirs, and that was without gettin...

Well, I'd really appreciate a save if anyone has one that they'd like to throw my way. Otherwise, death ideas are also much appreciated.

The sound of voices calling in the distance rubbed Jacob's ears like sandpaper. He really, really didn't want to get up. What did it matter? His life, their lives, nothing would change by him rising to his feet and walking through the snow towards the approaching noise. Well, unless they killed him,...

((Jacob Lang continued from Pine Needle Tea Party )) Once again, Jacob found himself shambling through the snow, the mocking voice from the announcements echoing through his aching head. Of course Elodie had been killed right after he left. How could he have expected anything else? She was small and...

Pine needle tea? Was that some sort of euphemism for gin? Before Jacob even realized what was happening, he found himself reaching out to accept the girl's gift. Whatever it was, the realization that his reputation had not yet preceded him here made the offer too enticing to pass up. Unfortunately f...

Jacob watched inquisitively as Elodie popped her head out of the tent. It was a reassuring sight - not because they were friends or anything, however. There were a few reasons: she always seemed pretty nice, and as far as he knew, she hadn't killed anyone here. The most important factor, though, was...

((Jacob Lang continued from Mutilated Lips )) It wasn't long before that peace would be interrupted by the arrival of footsteps awkwardly stumbling through the snow. Jacob had barely slept since his tantrum the previous night, and any catharsis he may have received from the event had since evaporate...

As of Mutilated Lips , the interior of the cabin is in disarray. A large amount of the remaining furniture has been overturned, and various objects have been removed from shelves and strewn across the ground. The can of teal paint has been tipped over onto its side and has spilled its contents in a ...

((Jacob Lang continued from Valentin Takes a Bath )) Jacob gritted his teeth as he trudged through the snow, barely even noticing the sight of the approaching cabin. The conversation from before still weighed on him, and not in a good way. He had been talked into a corner yet again, forced to leave ...