Carriage House Porch [Sunday, Morning]

[morethanadog]

While Jake had, had a quiet evening, the news and sounds of gunfire told him not everyone had been so lucky. He wasn't a fan of that.

He was up early Sunday, sitting out on the porch with a sturdy stick of wood, sharpening it by shaving pieces off with a penknife. It was just the monotonous chore he needed to get his mind of the idea of phasing and killing all the maniacs with guns in this town.

[[ooc: Open. La.]]