There's a light // private, Pincher // at the end of a hall

[jacob w.c.]

JACOB W. corleone

✯ — he'll be the best of us

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Jacob had no clue where he was going. He had thought of a great idea. Since all the clans here were fairly new, he'd decided to start a club dedicated to food and the people who loved it. He thought it'd be a great way to form bonds and have an increased understanding of each other and the various cultures present in this new world he'd come to. His first stop was a place called 'The Typhoon'. He'd heard of it from a few wanderers in the area and had made his way in the general direction of where it supposedly was. It was quite a long journey, considering his aching legs, but he knew it'd all be worth it when he got to meet with his little group of people who shared his love for food. He thought the scent had changed but stopped and spun around in a circle, appearing to be rather puzzled by wherever he'd ended up. Had he passed a border? Or was he just near one? He wasn't sure at all anymore but if he was in someone else's territory, he didn't want to risk venturing further in it. What way had he come from? Where was Snowbound? Oh, he'd known this was a bad idea...

//sorry for the short starter!

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✯ — MALE. SNOWBOUND. MEDIUM. REF. TAGS. — ✯

#psychosocial.