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babby's first mugging on the official comm

Who: Jacuzzi and Chuck
What: The kindest Key mugging you ever did see.
When: Today-ish I guess??? In the early evening.
Where: around the Dead District.
Warnings: lots of crying. big dumb idiot children in general.

It's been a pretty slow day so far for Chuck. School, basketball practice, and then Key duty guarding the Dead District, just his usual old Wednesday routine. (Or what he expect will become his usual old Wednesday routine--this is only his second Wednesday as a Key.) It's been a little slow today, though. People haven't been coming by as often, and definitely no one's tried messing with them yet, so Chuck's little squad hasn't had much to do. They've gotten so bored, in fact, that they decided to split up and patrol nearby streets, keeping in touch with each other about anything they run into via text.

The lack of action is fine by him--he likes having the downtime after all the chaos on the weird magic network about the Keys. The last thing he wants is to be on the wrong end of a gun, or magic blast, or whatever of one of those people.

So right now, he's just checking his phone for updates from the other Keys in his group. Nothing major, just some stupid banter between friends. But he is keeping an ear and an eye out for anyone who does end up crossing into this turf. Just in case.

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Oops. That's honest to god the only way to describe how Jacuzzi ended up here. Oops. He had a doctor's appointment with a new guy (his parents felt the progress with his last doctor wasn't adequate, of course. If he still failed his courses, clearly he was getting nowhere), and he definitely overshot the office he was headed to.

Which is how he ended up here. And he has realized that he probably. Shouldn't. Be here. And while most people know to look confident when they're in strange places, confidence didn't come easily to Jacuzzi in familiar environments. So the fact he's anxious is just going to be enhanced in this situation. He very obviously doesn't belong here with his hunched shoulders and worried expression and the way he is eyeing everything up like it might bite him.

It's just a bad day all around for the kid. Awful timing. Could be worse though.

It's not long before Chuck catches sight of something moving in his peripheral. He looks up and spots some kid, looking incredibly uncomfortable and scared. Chuck keeps watching him for a few seconds, trying to see if maybe he'll just walk back where he came from, but nope. Which means he's up.

He taps out a quick message via text--got someone over here, i can handle it--and then pockets his phone. He pulls up the bandanna over his mouth, which makes him look pretty damn suspicious combined with the sunglasses and the hood of his sweatshirt up. Chuck steps out, a few feet behind the kid, and calls out to him.

"Hey! What are you doing? You can't be here."

First instinct for Jacuzzi is to spin around, hands raised, with a nervous squeak. "S-sorry, I don't really know where I am. That isn't to say I'm really lost, I just got kind of turned around on the way to where I was going sorry--" He says all of that with one breath. "I didn't mean to bug anybody or anything if you want I'll just go I mean if I turn around I'll eventually get on track right?" He laughs nervously. And it's less of a laugh and more of an 'oh god please don't hurt me' vocalized without words. He'll take a step or two backward because ahaha--he can't handle confrontation at all.

Chuck starts walking towards Jacuzzi with his hands up in a peaceful gesture. His steps are fairly slow but he doesn't come to a stop even as he talks.

"Look, I can lead you back to a safer street, it's no big deal. I just need you to cooperate with me a little, okay?" Chuck's voice is steady and calm, to try and counter how panicked Jacuzzi sounds. He likes to start out with an easy approach, which seems especially useful right now, because he's never run into someone quite this freaked out.

Unfortunately, his attempt at being calm and soothing might be undercut just a little by the fact that with the bandanna on his face and the sunglasses at night, he's obviously a Key.

No this is not okay the bandanna and sunglasses make it kind of point to not okay with a giant, lit up neon sign. Not okay. Not at all. Jacuzzi's steps backward quicken and he almost trips over his own two feet. Even if he's speaking calmly and saying something nice, Jacuzzi is well aware of how this might go.

"I'm not after trouble or anything--you don't have to go out of your way, I'll be okay, I promise." His voice is squeaky (his voice is always kind of squeaky but it's really bad when he gets scared. he's just always scared) and his hands are definitely shaking because he knows what happens to people in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Chuck slows the pace of his walking upon seeing Jacuzzi stumble, but he definitely keeps moving. He won't come to a stop, not yet anyway.

"It'll just be faster if you let me help you! You won't run into any other Keys around here anyway while you try to fumble your way outta here, if you stick with me!" He sighs and lets his hands down from the 'truce' position, instead just holding one out to him with the palm open. His other arm hangs loosely at his side.

"I just want a little favor--I won't hurt you or anything, I promise. Just one little thing, and I can get you outta here. Okay?"

He's still moving away. Hell no, he is terrified of getting murdered.

"I'm going already, I don't need help, I promise!" His voice may have gone up an octave from where it was when it started. All he can think is 'please don't kill me please don't kill me.'

This obviously isn't working. Plus, this guy's causing such a commotion that his teammates might come out here and spot him and then join in to "help." While Chuck thinks they're all cool people, they're all definitely...a lot rougher around the edges, and more willing to use physical force than Chuck himself is. The last thing this guy needs is to get cornered and beat up, especially when that can probably be avoided.

He jogs closer, starting to close him into the alleyway. However, he still has his hands open and visible, no weapons or intent to harm anywhere. He tries to get much closer, so that he can lower his voice a little.

"Look, you have to keep it down, okay? The other Keys will hear you, and they're not going to be as nice about this as I am." Then he makes his voice a little more stern, commanding. "The easiest way to get out of this is to just listen to me."

There's a rushing of panic in his ears and he shakes his head, realizing that he's definitely being cornered. "J-just let me go, okay? I don't want any trouble or anything--I don't even have any money on me, all I have is my inhaler and that's not any good or anything for anybody else--"

Jacuzzi jfc shut up.

"It's not that easy! Look, just--" Chuck stops and sighs. For someone this terrified, he sure is resisting a lot. Didn't anyone ever tell him that if something like this ever happens to you, you're supposed to hand over all your things immediately?

"I'll make you a deal. You give me your phone, and I'll make sure you get out of here safe, guaranteed. Okay?"

Do you think this kid functions on logic when he goes into a panic? Because he doesn't. At all. He's just freaking out. "I don't have it with me, I really don't. I forgot it at home, that's why I'm lost--" At that he lets out a particularly pathetic sob.

Chuck gives him the most pitying look. The kid's a wreck and he doesn't want to scar him for life or anything. Plus, he probably isn't lying about not having anything. He's too wimpy to do something as ballsy as lie to a Key about something like this. But...Chuck knows he has to be more forceful about these muggings. The Keys have been getting on his case about it lately--letting too many people go safely was going to ruin their rep, and they're mugging people for a reason.

He drags a hand down his face and gives the guy one more look. Chuck doesn't really want to, but orders are orders.

"Just--empty out your pockets, alright? Everything you've got in your pockets, dump 'em on the ground here right now." He's sounding more forceful about it now.

Oh jesus, Jacuzzi has pissed him off and now he's even more afraid. He digs into his pockets. A school-themed wallet that has about twelve bucks in it and a student ID of him without a gross tattoo on his face. His house keys. Gum. An inhaler. Oh god can he keep the inhaler he feels the inability to breathe coming.

"T-that's it. I don't have anything else, really!"

Chuck sighs. This really is a terrible haul. He pulls open the wallet and sees the twelve dollars and decides, well. It's better than coming back empty-handed. He takes the cash out and pockets it for himself before dropping the wallet carelessly. Nothing else laid out here is of any use to him.

"Move your hands." He doesn't wait for Jacuzzi to do any of that, though, because he just reaches with his own arm to dig into Jacuzzi's pockets. Just to make sure he wasn't holding out at all.

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