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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 26, 2009 16:26:04 GMT -5
((Ok, just keep things simple and clean. Got it? Dally and Johnny can't have any kids seeing as how they passed away in the book/movie. You may either join as the kid(s), parents or the parent(s) and their kid(s). No family members or friends not mentioned in the book/movie and, no, Cherry is no Ponyboy's wife! Sorry but I can't stand her... Toss me a new switchblade to join.
Currently avaiblable... Two-Bit Matthew and his kid(s) Derry and his kid(s) Ponyboy and his kid(s)
Soda and his kid(s)
Steve and his kid(s)
Tim Shepherd and his kid(s) Sherri "Cherry" Valance and her kid(s) Socs -can't remember any of their names- and their kid(s) Tell me if I forgot anyone!
I'm joining as Steve and his kids as well as Tim Shepherd and his kids.))
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Post by Cassie Darko on Apr 26, 2009 16:27:45 GMT -5
~ooc~HEy i CLAIM Sodapop and his kids!
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 26, 2009 16:28:34 GMT -5
ooc|| -cough, pokes rules, cough-
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Post by Cassie Darko on Apr 26, 2009 16:30:14 GMT -5
~ooc~-throws a switchblade hard as stasya-
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 26, 2009 16:31:06 GMT -5
ooc|| -catches- Thank you. You may join, young Won-Ton.
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Post by Cassie Darko on Apr 26, 2009 16:32:55 GMT -5
~ooc~OKAY do we HAVE TOO do the intros?
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 26, 2009 16:36:13 GMT -5
ooc|| I'm afraid so. I'm bringing in Steve's usual two, Jeremy as Texas and Amanda as herself. ^_^ I'm also going to bring in Rowdy and Stasya as Tim's kids. Bwah-hahahaha!! Stasya will make an awesome kid for Tim. Psheah, bby.
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Post by Cassie Darko on Apr 26, 2009 16:45:30 GMT -5
~ooc~OOOHHHH cAN I ADD SOME ONE ELSE?
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 26, 2009 16:59:04 GMT -5
ooc|| Of course you may.
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Post by Cassie Darko on Apr 26, 2009 17:12:39 GMT -5
~ooc~Otay then i'mma be a Soc named DANNEH-Danny-
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 26, 2009 17:37:29 GMT -5
“Rowds, slow down. Jeeze! Unlike someone, I’m not the star of the school’s track team!” A girl ran, the grease in her slicked back, raven hair shining in the sun. She pushed her black skateboarder shoes harder off the ground (while trying to make sure she didn’t lose one), trying to catch up with her brother. Her green eyes glared ahead at him and panted, finally catching up. She watched his spiked, black hair wave slightly with the air that blew through it and smirked thinking of when she had had her hair like that. She huffed, running harder until she was right behind him. A thought ran through her head for about the millionth time. No one will remember, her brain hissed. Why don’t you just shut up, she hissed back. You turn 16 tomorrow and no one will remember. Just watch. No one ever remembers. Not since your mom died, she continued to torture herself. This is Stasya Marie Shepherd. She held back the urge to hold the edge of her black, sleeveless shirt still since it was flapping and tickling the skin above her pierced belly button. She had considered putting on a longer shirt that she could tuck into her faded jeans but she was in a terrible need to do her laundry. “Come on, slow-poke! You make a snail seem like a frickin rocket! Oh, hey there! A minute ago, Stas was just a speck on the horizon!” A 17-year-old boy smirked back at his sister, his brown eyes sparkling with excitement. His black, sleeveless shirt was tucked into his dark, skinny jeans and revealed the sleeves of intricate tattoos on his arms. He wore a freshly stolen pair of black and green Converse on his feet since his last pair of shoes fell apart just that morning. This is Markus Rowdy Shepherd, but everyone just calls him Rowdy. He gasped as they ran into the road, a red Mustang slamming into the two. He cursed loudly, holding his side and rolling off the hood. “Rowdy! Are you okay?” Stasya held her sliced arm and knelt next to her brother. She checked him over quickly before jumping to her feet. She pulled out her switchblade, once Johnny Cade’s switchblade (after Johnny died, Ponyboy had received it who then gave it to Soda, who gave it to Steve, who gave it to his daughter Amanda, who gave it to Stasya one Christmas), and looked at the carful of Socs. “Watch where you’re going next time, Grease, or I may not be so kind!” The driver revved the engine and Rowdy winced, getting up to his hands and knees, but still holding his side. Stasya helped him up and dragged him out of the way. Only inches away from the car, the Socs sped out of the enter-section, splashing their beer bottles at the two and laughing. “Rowdy, are you okay,” Stasya asked, letting him lay in the grass of someone’s lawn. Rowdy grit his teeth but nodded. “I… I’m fine, Stas. Let’s just go. Amanda and Tex are pro’lly waitin for us.” Rowdy sat up, leaning against his sister. They walked to the DX gas station and Rowdy sat in a plastic lawn chair, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Stasya smirked and sat down, taking a cigarette out and lighting it. “Rowd, clench your jaws any tighter and you’ll chip a tooth,” she teased taking a drag. Rowdy snickered and shrugged. "It hurts." Stasya sighed and shook her head. "I'm gonna hunt those Socs down and beat the shit outta 'em." She would, too. No one hurt Rowdy and got away with it.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 26, 2009 17:55:16 GMT -5
16-year-old Amanda Malachi Randle sat on the side of the street by the movie theater, opening and closing her switchblade. She closed the blade one more time impatiently before placing it in her pocket and standing up. She hooked her thumbs over the edge of her dark blue jeans and headed for the DX gas station her Dad worked at. Just then, a red Mustang pulled up beside her, keeping pace. The passenger window rolled down and a Soc about her age stuck his head out. "Hey, Grease, whatcha walkin' all on your lonesome for," he asked. Amanda didn't even turned her head. "None of your business, white trash," she hissed casually. “Look, one of your greasy little friends put a nice dent in our hood. My good friend Danny here is a little miffed about it and we’re looking for a fight.” The Soc looked back into the car and snickered. Amanda grit her teeth annoyedly. “Beat it, Soc! So, why don't you go and get drunk in a ditch! Maybe I’ll get lucky and it will flood,” she barked, her glaring at them. Wrong answer. The Mustang stopped and the Soc's jumped out of the car. Amanda ran down the sidewalk, her untied converse slapping the pavement echoed around her. Her pale, icy blue eyes darted around in search of a place to hide; without thinking, she skidded around the corner into an ally. She ran down and stopped at the end. "Crap, dead end!" She could hear the Socs slowly walking into the ally, taunting her rudely. She took the switchblade from her pocket and out popped the sharp blade. She held it up as the Socs came into view. "Oh, ho-ho! Look who thinks she so tough," one of them heckled. "I-I'd watch it if I were you!" Amanda tried to keep the stutter that came to her voice when she was scared away. "No, you'd better watch, kid! There’s five of us and only one of you," another hissed. Amanda bit her lip in realization. She knew this wouldn’t be pretty. She didn't even notice the Soc that made his way behind her and jumped her from behind, tackling her to the ground. "N-no! D-d-dad! Texas! Someone, p-p-p-p-please! H-help me!" A Soc kicked Amanda in the gut and another kicked the switchblade from her hand. Amanda’s eyes went wide in panic as the wind was knocked from her. She flailed and tried spitting out a thick cloth someone had stuffed in her mouth. One of the larger Socs walked over and took out his blade; he knelt down it went to hold it against her throat, ending up cutting a gash the went from her left temple to her cheek. She tried screaming in pain but it was muffled by the cloth, almost completely inaudible.
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Post by Cassie Darko on Apr 26, 2009 18:03:32 GMT -5
“Dad” 17 year old girl yelled to her father “Yeah Amy?” Amy’s dad asked "I’m going on a walk now” Soda walked out into the living room and looked at Amy. Soda looked at her then said “Eh okay go on, But If any socs jump ya I’ll be there to help ya” Amy scoffed “Okay” She yanked the door open and walked out. She walked back into the house but her dad had gone through the back door off to work just down the street. She closed the door and started to walk down the street. A mustang pulled up next to her, She did dare to look over at the car. The back windows rolled down and a couple of guys looked at Amy, She pulled her hood up a walked faster. She keep walking faster and faster then she finally looked over at the car, The Socs where already getting out of the car. She started to run down a street with fences, She came to a stop on the street she stopped and looked at the socs following her she looked at the fence the was in front of her, She ran the fence and climbed up on top of it she jumped to the other side hoping that the socs wouldn’t follow. Then she turned the corner and there, There was one socs in front of her she Knew this soc She remembered him from a couple of years ago, Danny the name was, She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She opened then and then she know she should have ran, She started to turn around but there where socs all around here, One of the socs said to the others “Hey lets take her to an ally where no one will find her Ha-ha” I told them “ I don’t think that’s such a good Idea!” One laughed Danny said “What do you know greaser?” I sighed then reach for my blade in my back pocket obviously one of the socs saw me take it out so he grabbed it away from my hand and threw it in the dirt. They started to drag me in the dark ally I started to scream for my Dad “DAD!!! HELP ME PLEASE!!!”
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Post by Abby! (: on Apr 26, 2009 18:13:16 GMT -5
ooc ... I guess I shall try to do this without being bad... *sigh* I'm out of blades... sorry *grabbs two-bits twins* SWEET AND SOUR
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 26, 2009 18:18:34 GMT -5
((-gasp- No blades?!! . You may join, Abby.)) “ Dude, we should so call the cops on that jerk! Total hit and run. Maybe they’ll go to jail!” 14 year old Texas Winston Randle was sitting outside the DX with Stasya and Rowdy Shepherd while his Dad was working on a car. His 6’ 2” body was streched sitting in a chair with the back leaned up against the building and his arms were crossed across his chest. Rowdy smiled. “ That would be the day. When a greaser called the fuzz on a Soc and the white trash actually went to jail. That’s the stuff dreams are made of, man.” He sighed dreamily. Texas shrugged and nodded. “ You have a point. The fuzz would never throw a Soc in the cooler.” He sighed hopelessly. " H-help me," he heard someone yell. He sat up quickly and cocked a brow at his friends. He stood up and walked to the edge of the parking lot. " What's up, Tex," Steve asked, turning his head to his son ad tipping the rim of his cap up slightly. " I... I thought I heard Amanda calling for help," Texas replied. He jogged down the sidewalk in search of his sister and heard the Socs laughing down the ally. He snuck through the shadows and saw the group surrounding Amanda. Kicking and cutting her. He ran over and jumped on the one with the blade's back, " Hey! Why don't you pick on someone you're own size!" The Socs were surprised to have such a sudden guest so half stayed, kicking Amanda, while the others tried to help get Texas off of the other's back. " Get this kid off me! He's... ch-choking me," the Soc managed to yell. " Ok, Dave! We’re comin," another replied. Texas kept a tight grip around the one's throat and punched any of the others that came too close. Dave leaned forward and banged his head up into Texas's mouth. Texas dropped as his head rattled. Only a couple of the Socs remained now but both Amanda and Texas were unable to fight at the moment. A Soc kicked Amanda in the gut one last time before she blacked out. Texas stood up only to be kneed in the gut by Dave, he doubled over holding his stomach. He felt like he was about to puke but he swung his arm up at Dave's head, the strike was successful. Texas grunted in frustration and spit a glob of blood. He wiped his bloody hand on his black tee-shirt, jumping to his feet, and kicked an advancing Soc in the groin. Two Socs were left and Texas was getting worse. A long gash about 2 inches long was spread over his right eye, blood ran down his cheek. Dave walked over to Texas, an evil smirk on his face, grabbed him by his dirty-blonde hair and kneed him in the gut once more. Texas groaned and threw up, falling to the ground. Amanda was still unconscious on the ground being guarded by the other Soc. Texas stood up, his knees threatened to buckle from underneath him. He gritted his teeth and punched Dave in the face, his skull ring cut Dave's cheek with a short but deep wound. Texas jumped and kicked Dave in the head. Dave growled and swiped the blood from his cheek, chuckling menacingly. Texas glared and smashed his teeth together, pulling his switchblade from his back pocket. The blade was dyed blood red with a gold studded handle; he had stolen it about 3 months ago. He lifted and blade and swung it at Dave fiercely. Dave jumped back from the flashing blade and continued to laugh, " Give it up, Grease. You ain't ever gonna win!" Texas growled and jumped at Dave again, " NEVER!"
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