Jebediah Eli Crawford

Post by Kiersten on Jul 2, 2023 22:16:59 GMT -6

Name: Jebediah Eli Crawford

Nickname: Jay, Jed

Birthday: November 11

Age: 22

Orientation: Straight

Status: Single

Position: Owner of the 'Dude, Where’s My Weed Dispensary'

Playby: Joseph Quinn

Jeb walked down towards the alley he was pointed to when he asked about his dad, having tracked him down from their hometown of Ocean City to a bigger city about an hour away. He wasn’t sure what he was doing here, and from the look of things, he wasn’t faring well. He found his dad huddled up in an old jacket, living out of a cardboard house in the alleyway where several other homeless people lived. “Dad, what are you doing? Come home?” He knelt to his father’s level, but he noticed his father eyes weren’t focusing. He sighed, feeling defeated even though he hadn’t tried to bring his father home. “Dad. You can’t live like this.” He pointed around them, his eyes falling to another homeless person who was cooking something over a fire built up in an old can of soup.

His dad stirred, turning his attention back to him, “Jeb?” he wheezed, coughing slightly before he pulled out a half empty bottle of wine to his lips, and chugging a good portion of it. “I am no good to you. I’ll just weight you down.”

Jeb felt his heart ache, he knew his dad had let everything go after his wife died. But Jeb had lost a mother and yet he was moving on despite his past choices. “I have a job. I can care for you.” He reached out to grab his dad by the arm only to have his dad rip his arm away.

“No! Just leave me. I like it here.” His dad gave him a smile and chuckled a little, though the smile didn’t last very long. “I like it here.” He sighed, the bottle moving back to his lips once more.

Jeb watched his dad for a few seconds, figuring it wouldn’t be worth trying to drag him out of here, especially if the other people in the alleyway posed as a threat to the two of them. “What can I get you? I want to help.” He swallowed the lump in his throat, wanting to have his dad sitting up somewhere nice, but he couldn’t force the old man to leave, if he chose to be here.

His dad eyed him warily, though seemed to be thinking about his offer. “Alcohol? The good stuff. Some food and blankets. We all share here.” He motioned to the others in the alleyway, though Jeb didn’t think he was telling the truth.

“Alright,” Jeb said nodding his head. “I’ll bring you whatever you need.” He stood up, already making a list in his mind of other things his father could use, he only worried the others living in the alleyway, would steal it from him. “I’ll be back dad, just give me a couple of hours.” He said quietly before leaving the alleyway with what felt like a target on his back.