Jughead Jones, III (jugheadjonesiii) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-02-26 23:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, [plot] tabula rasa, ~2018 february, ~25 points, ~~ana amari (wadjet), ~~jughead jones (jugheadjonesiii) |
WHO Jughead & Ana
WHAT Foooooooood
WHEN Sunday afternoon
WHERE Their house
STATUS Closed | Incomplete
WARNINGS tbd, will update if necessary
Forsythe was a weird name. He didn't like it at all, but then again he didn't really like Jughead either. Both names were bizarre and it made him wonder why his Mom had opted to name him either of those things. He'd settled on Sy as what he wanted to be called, even though he didn't remember anything at all about who he was. Apparently he liked a sort of grungy look. It'd been weird at first, not remembering anything about himself or his life, but he liked to write. His computer had this cool story about a purple haired girl who loved strawberries. He wondered if writing a bit more might help jog his memories.
"Hey mom? Do we have any snacks?" he called as he made his way into the kitchen. Their apartment was just big enough for the two of them. "I'm hungry again." Maybe that wasn't too out of the ordinary because he was a teenage boy, but still. All he wanted to do was eat and there wasn't any evidence that he worked out or anything. It was weird. He began rummaging through the cabinets to see if there was anything that caught his eye.