04-06-2018, 03:19 PM
JACOB W. corleone
✯ — he'll be the best of us
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//retro to capture
Jacob had an idea. It was simple but it was the solution to a problem he'd been having for quite some time. Jacob loved having dinner or playing a board game or just doing anything with anyone before trying to go to sleep. He wasn't sure why but he found the interaction soothing, made even better if there was food. So, he'd made little fliers. Of course, he knew everyone couldn't read (specifically Jerseyboy) so he also intended to make little announcements about his plans and the new group he wanted to form. It wasn't a clan, Snowbound was his home now, he wouldn't think of leaving it, but it was a collection of animals who shared similar intents and interests coming together peacefully. At least, that was what he hoped. He couldn't promise world peace and he knew there were already groups starting to fight with each other but he hoped that the hour or two he had this group together, there would be momentary peace. Perhaps it'd even be some sort of ambassador program. Who knew what it'd grow into. Right now, though, he created it for purely selfish reasons and he wasn't ashamed of that fact. Maybe this would help other people but it was really to help him. He wasn't doing well. He'd been able to hide it from most of Snowbound but even after moving form the city, he wasn't sleeping and his legs weren't improving. He needed a new distraction.
"Would anyone be interested in this? 'S a... well, a club o' sorts, I guess, where a bunch ah' people from a whole lotta' clans get together twice a month ta' have a fancy dinner. I'm callin' it the foodie club but I might try ta' think ah' somethin' more classy later on," he called before adding, "If ya' got any questions, that's fine too. Anyone who wants ta' join is welcome, no matter how old they are, where they're from, or what their rank is. There ain't any violence allowed, though. I don' want no one gettin' killed or hurt while they're there so even enemies are gonna' sit at the table peacefully or else they won' be allowed back. We ain't talkin' 'bout politics either. This is jus' about gettin' together ta' have some fun n' some good food."
Jacob had an idea. It was simple but it was the solution to a problem he'd been having for quite some time. Jacob loved having dinner or playing a board game or just doing anything with anyone before trying to go to sleep. He wasn't sure why but he found the interaction soothing, made even better if there was food. So, he'd made little fliers. Of course, he knew everyone couldn't read (specifically Jerseyboy) so he also intended to make little announcements about his plans and the new group he wanted to form. It wasn't a clan, Snowbound was his home now, he wouldn't think of leaving it, but it was a collection of animals who shared similar intents and interests coming together peacefully. At least, that was what he hoped. He couldn't promise world peace and he knew there were already groups starting to fight with each other but he hoped that the hour or two he had this group together, there would be momentary peace. Perhaps it'd even be some sort of ambassador program. Who knew what it'd grow into. Right now, though, he created it for purely selfish reasons and he wasn't ashamed of that fact. Maybe this would help other people but it was really to help him. He wasn't doing well. He'd been able to hide it from most of Snowbound but even after moving form the city, he wasn't sleeping and his legs weren't improving. He needed a new distraction.
"Would anyone be interested in this? 'S a... well, a club o' sorts, I guess, where a bunch ah' people from a whole lotta' clans get together twice a month ta' have a fancy dinner. I'm callin' it the foodie club but I might try ta' think ah' somethin' more classy later on," he called before adding, "If ya' got any questions, that's fine too. Anyone who wants ta' join is welcome, no matter how old they are, where they're from, or what their rank is. There ain't any violence allowed, though. I don' want no one gettin' killed or hurt while they're there so even enemies are gonna' sit at the table peacefully or else they won' be allowed back. We ain't talkin' 'bout politics either. This is jus' about gettin' together ta' have some fun n' some good food."
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[glow=black,2,300]a beauty calm and clear[/glow]
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