#rcdcrown

It was impressive, to say the least... the girl was a sure shot with a bow and arrow. Travis had been watching the redhead hit the target over and over, possibly in an attempt to relieve some sort of pressure. Her chemosignals wreaked of stress, so he could only assume that this was her escape from reality. The coyote had plenty himself, and traveling to Riverdale was definitely something to keep his mind off all of the chaos in Beacon Hills. He’d only arrived hours before, and he was already entertained. Were there supernaturals here as well?

no waiting more than a moment, the topaz girl offers a small reprieve, calling cheryl’s name before she pulls her close into an embrace, before she’s rubbing her hands up and down the pale girl’s arms as to calm her down and reassure her that she was here, right in front of her occupied girlfriend, her mind miles away from the small rest stop just outside of greendale.

❝  cher?  ---    BABY,  what’s wrong?  ❞

“What the hell was that?” Jughead demanded as he descended the bleachers. No one would’ve ever caught him dead trying out for football but the least he could do was show some support for his best friend-- albeit distantly and as secluded as possible from the abhorrent display of school spirit and pompoms on the sidelines.

Like most schools, Riverdale held their athletes in the highest regard which innately made them Jughead’s worst enemy by the natural order of things and for the longest time, he figured it wouldn’t be too bad grazing the bottom of the food chain so long as he had his best friend, Archie, at his side.

The particular display of athletic prowess he’d just witnessed, however, was telling him that things were going to start changing real soon.

“I thought you had asthma. When did you start running like that?”