<div style="text-align: center">《Jeb》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
Present: Bec <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/jeb_james-hetfield-jpg.133296/" title="Jeb_James Hetfield .jpg">
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</div>A short whistle caught Jeb's attention and he glanced over to see Bec waving him over.<i>"Shit,"</i>he thought. He was in no condition to talk to her one-on-one, despite the fact that he'd recently been showered. He had Miles to thank for that.<br/><br/>But it wouldn't be neighborly to ignore her, so he strolled over, thinking briefly about losing his joint and then deciding that it wasn't like she would arrest him for it. Those days were long gone – a small benefit to the state of the world. He swiped a mug on his way past the counter and joined her, taking another drag before turning the joint in his hand and offering it to her to share.<br/><br/>"Josh's still snoozing," he busied himself pouring coffee. "And we gotta make plans to hunt with that Kennedy fellow before we take off." There had been some discussion last night about the new guy; Josh seemed optimistic, going on and on about how Kennedy was looking forward to hunting and being part of the blooded hunter's tribe. Jeb had replied that there was no 'tribe,' but Josh wasn't one to be discouraged.<br/><br/>He sipped at the coffee and tried not to look too interested in the notebook she was writing in, failing miserably. "Yeah, it was sad about Loretta, and I don't know if Miles is really okay or not," he leaned over to get a better look at all the arrows and diagrams. "Miles thought she was tired of living with death hanging over her, didn't wear her nitro, and so…" he sighed. "Guess when it's your time, it's your time. She reached out and embraced it when it came for her." At least she died normally and not by being eaten by rotters.<br/><br/>"What're you working on there?" He glanced up from the page and gave her a tired grin. "You know, you're not going to be tested on this stuff, right?"