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Peace Out ([info]weirdowriter) wrote in [info]somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-06-15 12:06:00

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Entry tags:inactive: jughead jones

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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[info]weirdowriter
2019-06-17 05:42 pm UTC (link)
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.

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