07-13-2018, 10:27 AM
THE BLUE AND GREEN BELOW IS A MASTERPIECE — If he was being completely honest, Jacob didn't know much about Typhoon's rules and traditions. He probably should, given he lived here now, but he just hadn't really gotten around to asking anyone about it. He knew there were different divisions for medicine and warfare and... spying? He was pretty sure that was what it was. He also knew about the usual ritual to become a full member, taking the juice that made you hallucinate and all that. He supposed he should ask if he was supposed to do that again but he assumed he wouldn't have to. After all, he'd accidentally taken it when coming to Typhoon before so he didn't see why he should have to. He'd have to get around to asking Pincher about it, though. He wouldn't want to skip any of the things he was supposed to do. He wanted to be a proper member here now. Jacob intended for this place to be his last home. A last stop after a life of going from place to place, never really being rooted for fear of it all being stolen away. He wouldn't let himself get forced out this time. He loved the people here, both his friends and his family, and he had no intention of letting anyone scare him away from them again. No matter what came, whether it be Archie or some other menace, he wasn't going to leave.
Today, though, Jacob wasn't trying to figure out traditions or setting himself up with a determine attitude. No, today was just a normal day. He'd taken the herbs this morning for his leg, did a few stretches, and then went out for his usual walk. He'd had to figure out a new route in the Typhoon when he first came. The first few days had been a little rough, because he didn't have his complete bearings on the island and he wasn't exactly sure how long it took him to get from one place to the next. He did want to take advantage of the different terrain here, even if just on occasion, to see if any of it affected his legs. So, today he had decided to walk down to the beach. He figured that once he got down there, if it was too much there was nothing stopping him from turning around and just going in early for the day. He knew walking in the shifting sand would be more difficult but he hoped that also meant it'd be more efficient than just walking around flat land every morning. There was a very gentle balance of how much Jacob could and couldn't do, though, and he wanted to take it easy these first few days.
If he collapsed and there was no one to get him, who knows how long he'd be sitting there by himself. Sometimes he thought about asking Pincher to come with him on his morning walks but he didn't want to seem too needy. The captain already had plenty to do. Maybe he'd invite Goldie to come alongside him. He wanted to talk to her more anyway and this would certainly offer an opportunity to do that. Besides, she might not assume it was because of his legs given she'd never seen the extent of the damage to them, and then she wouldn't worry as much as Pincher would. Jacob wasn't really keen on the idea of admitting that his legs were still getting worse. His herbs and treatments and stretches had slowed and even improved them at one time but it had been too long now. After the fire, he knew there was no chance of him returning to normal. There was far too much damage for that. Still, he clung to these stupid legs like if he let go, then he would be admitting defeat. Everyone would see him as being weak and as being someone who couldn't push through their problems. After everything he'd been though, he couldn't stand the thought of that.
It was true that Jacob often doubted himself and wondered if he could really push through all that'd happened, but that didn't mean he wanted other people thinking things like that. He wanted to be the resilient one, who always seemed to bounce back from impossible situations. Sometimes he even felt like he was that person. After the fire, he'd been the one who pushed for his own recovery. He'd made his own wheelchair, he'd found out what treatments were best for himself, he researched physical therapy and nerve damage to no end. After his Ma died, he had taken full responsibility of himself medically. While he was grieving, he knew that he couldn't just sit and do nothing and so he had thrown himself into his work. After awhile, the grief caught up with him but not before he'd been forced away from his home. He moved to Snowbound not long after his Ma's death and after the fire. He'd wanted to stay then, too. He didn't want to run. But then they'd tried to attack Jersey and Jacob knew he wouldn't be able to handle losing yet another family member because of people that wanted to hurt him.
Jacob let out a soft sigh as he wandered to the beach, his paws sinking in the warm sand. He had to admit, the warm weather here was nice. Even with his sweater and his bandages, it was still nice in the morning. The afternoons were a little rough for him but that was easily solved by finding a shady spot or dipping his paws in the water. As he was walking, he noticed Keona nearby. He had no idea about the journey she'd just been on but he did notice the little scratch on her face. It wasn't anything awful but he wouldn't feel right just leaving it exposed. "Keona!" he called as he moved towards the young girl, fighting the flow of the sand with each step. Eventually, he arrived in front of her and looked at the cut, already shuffling through his bag for the proper herbs. "Where've ya' been? Ya' jus' got a li'l cut on your chin. It ain't nothin' bad but I can cover it up for ya', if ya' want. I jus' don' want it gettin' infected or somethin', especially with ya' bein' out by all this sand," he explained as he pulled a small amount of marigold and some cobwebs from his bag. — BUT YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL LIKE I'VE NEVER SEEN
"SPEECH"
Today, though, Jacob wasn't trying to figure out traditions or setting himself up with a determine attitude. No, today was just a normal day. He'd taken the herbs this morning for his leg, did a few stretches, and then went out for his usual walk. He'd had to figure out a new route in the Typhoon when he first came. The first few days had been a little rough, because he didn't have his complete bearings on the island and he wasn't exactly sure how long it took him to get from one place to the next. He did want to take advantage of the different terrain here, even if just on occasion, to see if any of it affected his legs. So, today he had decided to walk down to the beach. He figured that once he got down there, if it was too much there was nothing stopping him from turning around and just going in early for the day. He knew walking in the shifting sand would be more difficult but he hoped that also meant it'd be more efficient than just walking around flat land every morning. There was a very gentle balance of how much Jacob could and couldn't do, though, and he wanted to take it easy these first few days.
If he collapsed and there was no one to get him, who knows how long he'd be sitting there by himself. Sometimes he thought about asking Pincher to come with him on his morning walks but he didn't want to seem too needy. The captain already had plenty to do. Maybe he'd invite Goldie to come alongside him. He wanted to talk to her more anyway and this would certainly offer an opportunity to do that. Besides, she might not assume it was because of his legs given she'd never seen the extent of the damage to them, and then she wouldn't worry as much as Pincher would. Jacob wasn't really keen on the idea of admitting that his legs were still getting worse. His herbs and treatments and stretches had slowed and even improved them at one time but it had been too long now. After the fire, he knew there was no chance of him returning to normal. There was far too much damage for that. Still, he clung to these stupid legs like if he let go, then he would be admitting defeat. Everyone would see him as being weak and as being someone who couldn't push through their problems. After everything he'd been though, he couldn't stand the thought of that.
It was true that Jacob often doubted himself and wondered if he could really push through all that'd happened, but that didn't mean he wanted other people thinking things like that. He wanted to be the resilient one, who always seemed to bounce back from impossible situations. Sometimes he even felt like he was that person. After the fire, he'd been the one who pushed for his own recovery. He'd made his own wheelchair, he'd found out what treatments were best for himself, he researched physical therapy and nerve damage to no end. After his Ma died, he had taken full responsibility of himself medically. While he was grieving, he knew that he couldn't just sit and do nothing and so he had thrown himself into his work. After awhile, the grief caught up with him but not before he'd been forced away from his home. He moved to Snowbound not long after his Ma's death and after the fire. He'd wanted to stay then, too. He didn't want to run. But then they'd tried to attack Jersey and Jacob knew he wouldn't be able to handle losing yet another family member because of people that wanted to hurt him.
Jacob let out a soft sigh as he wandered to the beach, his paws sinking in the warm sand. He had to admit, the warm weather here was nice. Even with his sweater and his bandages, it was still nice in the morning. The afternoons were a little rough for him but that was easily solved by finding a shady spot or dipping his paws in the water. As he was walking, he noticed Keona nearby. He had no idea about the journey she'd just been on but he did notice the little scratch on her face. It wasn't anything awful but he wouldn't feel right just leaving it exposed. "Keona!" he called as he moved towards the young girl, fighting the flow of the sand with each step. Eventually, he arrived in front of her and looked at the cut, already shuffling through his bag for the proper herbs. "Where've ya' been? Ya' jus' got a li'l cut on your chin. It ain't nothin' bad but I can cover it up for ya', if ya' want. I jus' don' want it gettin' infected or somethin', especially with ya' bein' out by all this sand," he explained as he pulled a small amount of marigold and some cobwebs from his bag. — BUT YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL LIKE I'VE NEVER SEEN
"SPEECH"
[glow=black,2,300]a beauty calm and clear[/glow]
☆ snowbound & 14 moons & dealer &@ vellichor