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Post by Stasya ♥ on Mar 19, 2009 16:45:08 GMT -5
Rules:
You have to be at least one character from the book but more will be needed.
OCs are allowed as long as you are at least on character form the book.
No randomly killing of any of the book characters!
Try to stick as close to the book as you can, kay?
Setting:
It is a nice spring day but that is about to change... Today is the day that Johnny get's jumped by the Socs in the blue Mustang. By Bob and his group. Johnny is just arriving at the empty lot and searching for the football to practice.
Characters Needed:
Darrel "Derry" Curtis
Sodapop Curtis
Ponyboy Curtis
Johnny Cade
Dallas Winston
Steve Randle
Keith 'Two-Bit' Mathews
Tim Shepard
Curly Shepard
Buck Merril
Robert Sheldon
Randy
I'm going to try a new way of role playing on this board. I'm going to try to role play in the first person point of view for every character I'm being so... yeah.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Mar 19, 2009 17:24:38 GMT -5
When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I couldn't help but think of how one of the characters reminded me of my big brother Darrel. He remind so much of Darry that I had a hard time focusing on the rest of the movie. I hooked my thumbs into my pocket and started for home, beginning to wish I had brought someone to the movie with me so I didn't have to walk home alone. Ya see, it isn't real bright for a Greaser to go walkin the streets alone because one of us may get jumped by a Soc that has nothing better to do. But I don't usually like to have people tag along with me to the movie cause then I have a hard time getting real into it.
I'm Ponyboy Curtis, I just turned 14 years old and I am the youngest in my family and in our gang. I have light brown, almost red hair that I wear longer than most boys wear theirs, squared off in the back and long at the front and sides; but I'm a greaser and most of my neighborhood rarely bothers to get a hair cut. Besides, I look better with long hair. I have greyish green eyes but I wish they were more grey since I hate most guys that have green eyes.
I have two brothers. The oldest is Darrel who we all just call Darry. We don't dig each other all that much and he hollers at me a lot. My other brother is Sodapop. He doesn't holler at me like Darry and I love him more than I've ever loved anybody else. I also have two best friends. Johnny Cade is one but not many people see why since we both keep our mouths shut most of the time. The other is Stasya Havok but everyone just calls her Havok and pretty much everyone in our gang likes her since she isn't like most of the greaser girls 'round here. She likes to read but is also great in rumbles cause she's quick as a whip and fierce as one too.
I pulled the collar of my shirt up and decided to stop by the DX gas station to hang out with Soda and Steve, maybe drink a case of Pepsi and help them work on some of the cars.
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Post by Abby! (: on Mar 19, 2009 17:29:30 GMT -5
ooc I CALL TWO-BIT *tackles and kidnaps him* MIIIIIIIINNNNNEEEEEEE
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Mar 19, 2009 17:54:27 GMT -5
ooc|| Lmao, go for it, Abberz. ;]
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Post by Abby! (: on Mar 19, 2009 18:06:25 GMT -5
ooc i have to read the book again... god...
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Mar 20, 2009 1:05:51 GMT -5
ooc|| I'm reading The Ousiders! And I'm also reading I Am Legend and IT. Whoo!!
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Mar 20, 2009 1:30:55 GMT -5
"Hey, Pony," I heard Soda scream. I looked up, my green eyes instantly spotting one of my best friends. I half smiled, it always managed to look like a devilish, michivious smirk. It made since though, me being one of the sneakiest greasers in the gang. I mostly like hangin with Dallas and Two-Bit cause I'm a real trouble-maker. I like getting in trouble and it never really matters much. My parents don't care if I'm in the cooler or if I'm half-concious in a gutter somewhere, beaten to heck by Socs. Pro'ly cause they feel some sorta hatered toward me. We live on the West side, Soc territory. I can't so much as walk home without getting jumped. My parents wanted me to be a big time Soc but I wasn't for it. I slid a pale hand over my slicked back, black hair. I had it cut short so that it came maybe an inch above the bottom of my neck when slicked back, which it pretty much always was. You see, I'm not like most of the Greaser girls 'round the East side. I'm more like the boys, always getting in trouble and going to rumbles and such. I dig all that.
I'm 15 year old Stasya Havock, though everyone calls me Havock. Well, technically, I'm 14 but I turn 15 tomorrow. I bet no one'll remember and that won't make me feel so hot but I'll get over it like I do every year. The thing I like most about me is my eyes. They're green but it's like they change color. When I'm mad they look really dark and stormy and when I'm happy, everyone tells me they look alive and bright. That and my hair. It's smooth and silky and raven black but I have natural red highlights since I'm half Irish. I'm always over at the Curtis house since Darry doesn't mind letting me pass out on the couch if I need to; me being unwelcome around me neighborhood and all. He's like a brother to me, maybe even like a parental figure, even though that description pretty much applies to everyone in the gang.
I shoved my thick, paperbook copy of IT by Stephen King into my back pocket and pulled the collar of my worn leather jacket up. Hooking my thumbs into my pockets, I jogged over to Ponboy, a cigarette in the corner of my mouth. "How's it goin, Pony."
He shrugged. "Okay, I guess."
I walked beside him back to the DX. "When ya'll gettin off for break," I asked, pushing my hand over my hair to smooth it down again. I took a drag of the cigarette and let the smoke exit through my nose. "I wanna play a round of football or somethin."
Steve and Soda exchanged a quick, thoughtful glance. "Pro'aly soon," Soda shrugged. "Hey, get away from that gas can, will ya? 'Less you're tryin to blows us all to bits." He snickered.
"Two Bits?" I laughed and stuck my tongue out at him playfully but walked out toward the street. "Fine. But don't tempt me because blowing Steve up sounds kinda nice." I winked at Pony and he stifled a laugh, biting his lip. Neither of us really like Steve and he doesn't really like us. Steve glared real hard at me, so hard I almost felt the urge to back up but the staredown ended quickly when his deep frown began to lighten and he smiled and blinked.
"Why do you have to be like that," Steve asked hardly, trying to sound as if he had decided to end it all on his own. He went back to working while he waited for me to answer.
"It's my job," I stated as if it were clear as the nose on his face. "'Sides, Dally ain't here yet to bug you two to heck." I took another drag and blew out a series of smoke circles.
Soda smiled and tossed a bottle of Pepsi at me and Ponyboy. "Make yourselves useful and help us out," he teased.
I shrugged and dropped my cigarette, grinding it out with my heel. I walked over to one of the cars, snatching the hat from Soda's head and putting it on backward. "What seems to be the problem," I asked, looking at Steve across the car.
"Anti-freeze is leaking," he muttered.
I nodded and slid under the car. "Leaking like faucet or just leaking?"
Steve growled something under his breath and I knew it was something that would make me wanna beat the tar outta him, but I pretended I didn't hear.
"Faucet," he answered finally.
I nodded again. "Well, pro'ly cause there's a crack about as think as my hand in the tank." I pointed when Steve laid under the car to see. He cussd me out under his breath, frustrated I had seen it before him. I smiled and rolled out. Aside form being the sneakiest, I also have eyes like a hawk. I'm usually the lookout during rumbles and such.
"Hawk-Eye strikes again!" (That was Soda's pet nickname for me.) Soda crowed and threw a grease covered cloth at me. I laughed.
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