Percy and Bart
In the real world :O
Percy and Bart, were chilling after doing some sparring in Central Park. They did it often enough that people generally didn't pay any attention to it, and were careful not to seriously injure each other. They were good friends, but they were missing one. AJ didn't show up today. "So," Percy said through his ham sandwich, "What do you think's holding Andrew up?"
Bart responded, not particularly minding their friend's absence, "Dunno, Gabe probably set him up for something on short notice or something. Wouldn't be unlike him." Gabe was the organizer of the underground fighting scene. When he gave an order, his subordinates, like AJ and Percy, didn't really have a choice. He was also kind of a dick.
"Nah..." Percy shook his head, unconvinced, "He had a fight last not. Not even Gabe would put someone up two nights in a row. Two fights in a night, maybe, but not two nights. I think we should go check up on him."
Begrudgingly, Bart agreed to go to the rooftop where AJ usually slept, above the bakery of all places. They scaled the fire escape in not so record time. "Remind me why Andrew likes to sleep on the rooftops again?..." Percy grunts, finally making it to the top.
Percy sees the prone figure of his friend lying in the middle of the roof. Asleep? There was no blood anywhere, so there's no way he was attacked...Bart ran over and shook his friend, trying to rouse him. "Yo, AJ wake up. It's like 4 pm, the fuck are you doing asleep?" Aj simply did, well, what any deep sleeper would do...Nothing. "Yo, AJ what the fuck? Get up, man." The shaking got more violent as Bart got more panicked, and Percy had to intervene before Bart the Idiot made his possibly-but-probably-not-dead friend a yeah-he's-totally-dead friend.
They carried AJ to the hospital and...Well...That was that...
In the real world :O
Percy and Bart, were chilling after doing some sparring in Central Park. They did it often enough that people generally didn't pay any attention to it, and were careful not to seriously injure each other. They were good friends, but they were missing one. AJ didn't show up today. "So," Percy said through his ham sandwich, "What do you think's holding Andrew up?"
Bart responded, not particularly minding their friend's absence, "Dunno, Gabe probably set him up for something on short notice or something. Wouldn't be unlike him." Gabe was the organizer of the underground fighting scene. When he gave an order, his subordinates, like AJ and Percy, didn't really have a choice. He was also kind of a dick.
"Nah..." Percy shook his head, unconvinced, "He had a fight last not. Not even Gabe would put someone up two nights in a row. Two fights in a night, maybe, but not two nights. I think we should go check up on him."
Begrudgingly, Bart agreed to go to the rooftop where AJ usually slept, above the bakery of all places. They scaled the fire escape in not so record time. "Remind me why Andrew likes to sleep on the rooftops again?..." Percy grunts, finally making it to the top.
Percy sees the prone figure of his friend lying in the middle of the roof. Asleep? There was no blood anywhere, so there's no way he was attacked...Bart ran over and shook his friend, trying to rouse him. "Yo, AJ wake up. It's like 4 pm, the fuck are you doing asleep?" Aj simply did, well, what any deep sleeper would do...Nothing. "Yo, AJ what the fuck? Get up, man." The shaking got more violent as Bart got more panicked, and Percy had to intervene before Bart the Idiot made his possibly-but-probably-not-dead friend a yeah-he's-totally-dead friend.
They carried AJ to the hospital and...Well...That was that...
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