Bunker Owned

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CURRENTLY PLAYING: Dilton Doiley (Ri.verdale), Malachai (Riv.erdale), Joaquin (Riverd.ale), Frank Morrison (D.ead by D.aylight), Peter Gordon (IT)

WANT TO PLAY: Edward Warren (Nailbiter), Klaus H.argreeves (TUA), Miller (F.C5)

HAVE PLAYED: so many. Jacob Seed (F.C5), Jonathan Crane (D.C C.omics), Patrick Hockstetter (IT), just to name a few.

WILL / WOULD LIKE TO PLAY AGAIN: Probably Jacob.

@paranoidscout​ ♥’d for a lyric starter ( the world was wide enough - hamilton )

it felt surreal, almost, to be standing by the graveside of their fallen classmate. after months of hoping that somehow, Jason Blossom was alive. that it had all been some misunderstanding, or that he could somehow escape from whatever trouble he had gotten himself into ( not an uncommon occurrence for the infamous Blossom twins ). but his body had been found, and a cloud seemed to settle itself over Riverdale. Midge was glad when the ceremony was over, walking towards her car with the group of people that happened to be standing around her.

❝I don’t know, it just feels like this is so much closer to us, y’know? maybe because he was the same age. it’s easy sometimes to forget that death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints.❞ which camp Jason had fallen into may have been unclear, but it was a somber realization nevertheless.

Dilton felt like he didn’t belong here, stood near the back for most of the funeral only excusing himself for small amounts of time to get some fresh air when things felt too much. Even at the graveside service he’s standing away from most of his classmates. Ashamed.

DILTON!   paranoidscout‌

Doomed anyways, yeah, but Dilton is prepared. Looks down at the fries on his plate then and it’s rather obvious that Jughead had taken more than just a hand full of fries off Dilton’s plate. A half smile then before it fades away almost like it was never there in the first place. “I-I mean..” A small stutter, debating on telling the other about that bunker he has just in case. “The world as we know it could be ending Jughead.” 

Keep your eyes on your fries was about the oldest phrase Jughead Jones knew ( ‘derived from the Latin phrase …’ he would say ). And it applied rather universally, Dilton was no exception. “Yeah – and if not now, in a couple decades for sure at the rate we’re turning the planet into a ball of plastic and radioactive Diet Coke.“ Only half sarcastic, he knew the other boy’s eccentricities well and couldn’t resist adding his own into the mix. Eyes narrowed suddenly. The other thing he knew about Dilton Doiley was that that boy almost always had some plan cooking in the recesses of his mind. If it wasn’t a robot that would wander the school halls and pick up litter and put out garbage can fires, it was something else. “So how do you propose to save the human race, if we’re even worth saving?”

paranoidscout‌: // D. DOILEY

“I am, however unless you have a ouija board I doubt we can ask my father about it.” Not a sore spot to talk about– in fact even when his dad died Dilton Doiley never spoke about him. “How exactly do we go about doing this, then?” Looks over his shoulder because he can’t help but feel like something is watching them.

“ I propose an inquisition. ” A manageable feat, perhaps, where Penelope Blossom and her troublesome baggage was concerned. Cheryl hadn’t craved her attention, nor her company, but something Betty had uttered to her that morning had stayed with her, all the same. “ Your pater may no longer be among the living, but my murderous mother dearest still resides in the outlying hunting lodge on Thornhill’s estate. ”

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