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Post by SODAPOP CURTIS on Apr 20, 2010 17:48:50 GMT -5
Soda smiled to Darry as he dropped him off at work, "next time I dive, okay Darry?" His grin widened as Darry gave him a look like he was crazy before driving off. Sodapop was notorious fast and reckless driver. Soda loved anything that caused a thrill, he got a high just off of life. He loved drag racing and bull riding. In fact anything exciting and dangerous. A smile remained on his lips as he entered the garage and threw off the button up shirt that was part of his uniform. It was too hot out to wear it plus his boss didn't really mind. Steve would be joining Soda when he got out of school. The boy worked full time because he dropped out of school, it just wasn't his thing plus he and Steve attracted the best business in the east and west combined.
You could tell he was a greaser just from what he was wearing. Not that anything like that mattered to any of their customers. Steve was the best mechanic in all of Tulsa, Soda was sure of it. Everyone came to him. Soda wasn't bad himself, though most of his customers seemed to be girls... without cars. It was rather strange for him but he didn't mind, at least he would have some company. The boy was a ball of energy, he was always grinning. He shoved his hands in his pockets it looked like a slow morning and Soda was already pretty hyper. He sat right outside of where the garage was, waiting for a sign of a customer.
Soda wasn't surprised to see a few girls walking in his direction, probably skipping school. The smiled and giggled, buying some pop and sipping it. The talked to him until he actually got a customer and he told them he was sorry but he had to get back to work. They could have hung around while he worked on the car but he was itching to get some hands on work, not that he didn't like talking of course. It was one of Shepard's gang that brought his car in. His gang and Shepards were pretty cool with one another, it was simple someone had slashed his tires and the hood was pretty bent out of shape about it. Soda chatted with him while he changed his tires, getting the JD to crack a smile or two. He gave him a discount, something Soda was notorious for doing for a friend. The other greaser gave him a genuine grin, "you're an okay kid, you know that?" He clapped the boy on the back and drove off.
Soda found himself wishing Two-Bit would come in, the two of them would have a great time. Though it would probably end up in Soda getting fired. The two of them were not a good mix when it came to responsibility. Or Steve would be great then Soda could play around Steve could work, not that he didn't like working... per say. He would just rather be having a good time. He could have done a lot better at most things if he could just keep his attention tethered to one thing for five minutes straight. That was highly unlikely. The greaser resumed sitting down and getting himself a bottle of pop.
Not that he needed anymore energy. He saw a few Soc girls walk past, smiling and waving at him. He waved back. He wasn't really sure what the other guys were talking about he had never really come across a mean girl. Here and there maybe but girls always seemed to be sweet no matter what social class they came from. He leaned back, hoping to get another customer he didn't mind working today. At least it was something to do.
tag: Lolita word count: 636 outfit: herenotes: Hope that is okay credit: hollow HALLELUJAH ! of caution 2.0
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Post by SNOWBUNNY LOLITA on Apr 20, 2010 20:48:40 GMT -5
  It seemed like such a lovely day out today and Lolita was loath to spend it stuck inside, even if she was supposed to be in school. No the blond wanted to instead enjoy the good weather and her even better fortune, a photographer for a small time company had approached her to do a few photo shoots and she had happily accepted. It was only for local shop clothing, not like what she really wanted to do, but it was a step in the right direction and she hoped that it would bring about the type of exposure and interest she would need. That and well, the first two paychecks had been more money then anything else she had ever made.
The blond couldn't help but treat herself, even against her aunts wishes, well what did she care what her aunt said? The woman wanted Lolita to dress in long shapeless clothing better left to grandmothers and spend all of her free time at church. So instead Lolita bought herself a new car, a 1965 cherry red Chevelle SS, and put the little money she had left away for safe keeping until she had enough so she could leave this miserable place behind. Lita missed New York, the sights, the sounds, and the people, and though she had to admit it wasn't so bad in Tulsa, some of the people were nice enough but it just wasn't for her.
After sneaking out of the house in the early morning in a pair of high heels that her aunt would have been scandalized to see her wearing and a dress that showed more skin then the church going woman would like, Lita ducked into her car and headed for school. She spent the first two classes there before sneaking out and heading back to her car. If her aunt found out she was skipping school the girl was probably in for one hell of a punishment, but there was no way that Lolita would waste a good day. So she drove around town with the windows down and the wind threading through her vibrant hair as she listened to Elvis Presley play on the radio.
Driving up towards the DX though Lita thought it would be a good idea to have someone take a looker the hood of her car, make sure everything was in order and maybe buy herself a soda until a little later when she planned on getting an ice cream float. Pulling in the woman slipped out of her now beloved car and looked around from under her sunhat until she spotted Sodapop standing there looking very much bored and maybe a bit restless. She didn't know the boy personally, but in a town this size it was easy enough to keep track of who was who and what they did, so giving the admittedly handsome boy a smile she stepped towards him.
It was careful going in those high black heels that she wore, she walked confidently enough, but she was just barely used to walking in such high heels, "Hello, I was wondering if you could take a look at my car," She said in her naturally soft tone of voice and motioned towards the chevelle, parked a few feet away, "I just bought it and I want to make sure everything is alright under the hood," The soft breeze that blew ruffled the dress she wore a bit and a soft sigh escaped her. Lita was quite proud of her car, and even the outfit she wore that day, even if it was something that a few of the older folks would shake their heads at, so she held her head high as she waited for his answer.
Tag: Sodapop
Word Count: 629
Outfit: Click
Notes: There ya go 
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Post by SODAPOP CURTIS on Apr 21, 2010 12:44:04 GMT -5
Soda yawned, leaning back, it was a nice day he couldn't lie. Precisely the reason he had tossed his work shirt to the side. He would have looked like some sneaky hood if everybody didn't know he belonged there. Tulsa was a pretty tight knit town, though Soda knew that the adults really didn't understand most of the things that went on in the town. The rumbles, they just saw the greasers responsible for it and well pretty much everything else with the town. They favored the Socials so much more and it wasn't fair, Sodapop really didn't care though. He was happy with the way things were and wouldn't want to change them. His eyes were full of laughter, he was wishing he was somewhere else doing something fun. He knew it bothered Pony, how things were. There was nothing that could be done about it.
This was the way things were, still Ponyboy took pretty damn good care of himself for a kid his age. Sodapop smiled, he loved his kid brother. Darry certainly handled things well, though he felt pretty back that he couldn't have gone to college like he had wanted. Soda was too dumb for anything like that. He wished that sixteen was an old enough age to take care of Pony so Darrel could go off like he wanted. Though he knew even if he could Darry never would leave the two of them. Pony never saw the way the stress affected Darry like Soda did and Darry never saw just how well Pony could take care of himself like Soda did. They were always fighting and Soda was always stuck in the middle. He just wanted to keep the peace.
His eyes fell on such a tuff car, he almost dropped his pop bottle. Glory, he did have some Soc customers but this car was beautiful. Steve would kill to be here right now. The girl behind the wheel was if possible just as tuff. Soda placed the pop bottle down and walked over to where the blond was approaching him. He smiled brightly, "hello, sure I'll give it a look over," he spoke in a genuinely kind manner. His eyes glittered as they fell on the Chevelle, "glory be, you have one tuff car." He gave her a huge grin of admiration. She was quite pretty, she was absolute not a greaser girl, her dress came down a little too far for that. And she wasn't smoking and cursing like a sailor, yet she didn't like too much like Soccy girl.
She looked too nice to be either, "what's your name?" He crossed over to the beautiful car and popped the hood open, she wasn't kidding when she said she had just bought it. This was certainly a new car, it was beautifully crafted and Soda was just happy to be working on it. He began to check it over, whistling softly. Everything was looking perfect. He closed the hood and circled the car, inspecting it by eye, looking for scratches, dents, anything. He bent down to get a better look at the tires. "It looks like you have one hell of a nice car here, everything looks great." What he'd do to get behind that wheel, he was itching to try it but it would be rude to say to the lady.
"Would you like to come in for a bottle of pop?" he offered kindly. She was certainly different than most of the girls that came in. It was a nice change, he could lie. He let his gaze fall to her high heels, they were a lot higher than he'd seen most girls wear them especially a nice girl like her. Some greaser girls wore 'em really high but in a really skanky way, they looked nice on her. The happy go lucky boy ushered her in with a smile.
tag: Lolita word count: 651 outfit: herenotes: He really wants to drive it o.o credit: hollow HALLELUJAH ! of caution 2.0
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