CLOUDS OF MARIJUANA — OPEN, JOINING

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob knew about loss. He knew too much about loss, to be more specific. Before coming to Snowbound, he'd lost almost everything and everyone that mattered to him. Jacob wasn't oblivious to what'd happened in the city and he knew that his family hid more than a few things from him but he still didn't think they should've died. Maybe they did deserve it, though. How many lives had they ruined? Yet he still loved them and it still hurt. He'd lost the man who'd treated him as a son, Harrison, his Pa, and he'd lost his Ma. He never knew his biological mother but she'd been the closest thing he'd ever had to someone like that. He couldn't see his biological father for their safety, his Babbo. There'd been the fire and he lost much of his movement and continued to experience significant pain in his legs and torso. Most of the time it was numb, as the nerve damage afflicted upon him had that affect, but he'd wake up in the night feeling as though he were burning alive all over again or he'd have terrible nightmares about that night. He still had Jersey but that was all when he came to this place. Since arriving, he'd made friend, and even family, among the Snowbounders. For the first time in a very long while, Jacob didn't feel afraid at every turn. He felt like things were starting to look up both for him and his friends. While the other groups may be troubled with war, they were at peace and hadn't breathed one work of violence since the incident with Typhoon but that was all in the past now.

Jacob had been out on a walk, trying to move his legs. Some days it seemed like all the physical therapy and herbs he used were really helping but other times he wasn't so sure. Today was a good day but tomorrow he might be curled up in his bed, unable to move. There usually wasn't an indication of what kind of day the next one would be either. It was sudden and unpredictable and Jacob hated it. Still, he reminded himself, at least he had good days. There were plenty of people in his condition that didn't. He was drawn away from thoughts of his treatment and legs when he heard an unfamiliar voice calling across the snowy landscape. He shifted his trajectory, making his way to the newcomer. Even when he was having a good day, his limp was obvious and he wasn't quite able to run. Soon enough, though, he arrived and settled down. The stranger didn't seem hostile so he wasn't too concerned about getting attacked or something like that. "Hello! 'M sorry but I dunno' anyone 'ere named Midoriya. 'M assumin' tha's why ya've come ta' Snowbound?" the husky asked. The name sounded completely unfamiliar to him but then he remembered more recently when Izuku's friend had referred to him as 'Deku'. Maybe this was another nickname situation that Jacob was unaware of.  —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

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