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Peace Out (weirdowriter) wrote in somerealityrpg,

Jughead drew in a breath. He was hungry. But he had no appetite. He was in too much pain to think about food. Everything, literally everything, hurt. He couldn't pinpoint any area of his body that didn't ache or throb or sting.

His arm was the worst. He closed his eyes and saw Penny coming at him with the knife. He groaned, feeling the blade slice into his skin, cutting his Serpent tattoo clean off. He knew it wasn't happening now, but he felt the pain as if it was.

He forced his eyes open, forced himself to focus on the ground as he was being carried. "Fuck," he muttered. He had no idea who this guy was, he only knew it wasn't his dad carrying him. His head was spinning, trying to keep up with his thoughts, but nothing made sense.

"Where's...my dad?" he forced the words out, his voice rough like gravel.