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Peace Out ([info]weirdowriter) wrote in [info]somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-06-15 12:06:00
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Who: Klaus Hargreeves and Jughead Jones
What: Klaus finding Jughead
Where: Some dark alley
When: After arrival
Warnings: Klaus is a warning. And Jughead is in a bad way in the aftermath of a pretty thorough beating.
Status: Closed, Incomplete

Jughead wasn't a seasoned fighter, not by a long shot, but he'd taken a fair number of punches over the years. He knew he wouldn't be able to withstand the sheer numbers he was facing, but he was damn sure going to give it his best shot. He was determined to stay on his feet as long as he could, because he knew once he went down he wasn't going to get back up.

He just hoped it was enough to sate the Ghoulie's hunger, and Peabody's need for revenge. If he spared his people, his gang, from attack, it was worth it. His mind went blank, his vision black, within the first few blows. And then his dad was there, pulling him out and carrying him away from the skirmish. He felt weightless and bodiless, like he had somehow divorced his consciousness from his body.

And then he was lying on the pavement, the stench of stale piss and old trash all around him. He tried to push himself up, spit blood on the ground. He groaned, his arms giving out so that his head fell to the cold, hard pavement. So this was it. This was how he was going to die.


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