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Post by SODAPOP CURTIS on Apr 20, 2010 1:40:03 GMT -5
& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) [/center] "Pony, just cool down a bit, okay?" Soda slung an arm around his kid brother, eventually pulling him into a hug. Soda really did hate to see him all torn up especially over some Soc. Pony was settling down a little and Soda ruffled his hair, grinning brightly, "see you're okay kid." The sixteen year old was now pretty bent out of shape from what the other boy had told him. Soda reassured the fourteen year old that he had nothing to worry about and he meant it. After he was sure that Pony was feeling pretty good, Soda talked to Darry about it. His brother had been able to describe the Soc to him pretty well and so it wasn't hard for Soda to find him in Darry's old year book. Soda wasn't the type to run off and start a fight without good reason, the creep hadn't beaten Pony up or anything but it still bugged him to see him so upset.
So Soda decided to take a little trip up to Soc-ville to talk to the blond about picking on his kid brother. That was not okay in Soda's book, Pony was pretty good at handling himself but he still didn't think it was okay to tease a fourteen year old kid. Sometimes Soda forgot how young Pony really was, it was a rough world and the three of them grew up pretty fast. In fact Soda gave almost his entire paycheck to Darry, sometimes he wouldn't let Soda give it all to him, claiming he needed some spending money sometimes. The blond boy he was going to find was no doubt older than Soda but he didn't care. Age meant nothing, it was a person's build, their character even. The normally happy go lucky boy was a bit off though from how sore his brother was.
Still, Soda was smiling, he always was. Jumping on Darry from behind, he reached down and swiped the car keys from his hands. "Thanks Dar, I'll be back in a bit." Darry asked no questions just ruffled his hair and gave him a playful push which sent Soda pretty far as the oldest boy didn't know his own strength. As he walked out to their beat up old ford he ran a hand through his hair which fell freely, framing his face. He had just gotten out of the shower when Pony had decided to tell him all of this and in the excitement he didn't have time to slick his hair back. Not that he cared all too much, you could tell he was a greaser just from what he was wearing. Though Pony always told him if he dressed up real nice no one would ever know the difference.
But what would he want to be a Soc for? Too many rules and Soda had too much of a heart to go around jumping the less fortunate. He revved the engine and sped off, he hardly ever went to the west side but he would be tonight. It was getting a bit dark out and the boy kept his mind clear as he sang along loudly to songs on the radio. He was there in no time, simply from driving at the speed that he was. Soda parked on one of the streets, the whole street with lavish houses was bathed in the last golden lights of the day. Evening was settling and Soda was simply taken by the view. The houses were incredible. He wasn't really even sure that he would run into Keith... or maybe it was Kevin. It started with a 'k' he was sure.
Names didn't really matter he guessed, only faces. Still, he wasn't sure he would run into him at all. Soda always rushed into things, he was quite spontaneous. The Greaser got out and began wandering around the streets, sometimes forgetting why he was there at all. Though the boy swept some long hair from his eyes as he stepped into an alleyway, "Glory, even their alleys are nice than ours," the boy laughed to himself. He ran into a few Soccy who didn't really seem to mind him there. Soda merely smiled and gave them a wave, girls were always nice. Well usually, most girls no matter if they were Soc or Greaser. Sometimes one would be pretty snobby or skanky. It didn't matter though, Soda remembered why he was here and he continued looking for the blond haired Soc.
Eventually he sat down on the corner of the alley, keeping an eye on both ways hoping that the particular Soc would be in eye sight. He was sure if he saw Soda there in his perfect side of town he would flip. The carefree boy laughed to himself, leaning back a little. The wind picked up a little, playing across the boy's face. He inhaled deeply before getting up again. He was way too restless, he always needed to be moving and he was really ancy tonight. He was sure he could recognize him as related to Ponyboy, after all they really did look alike. Soda kept walking until nighttime was pretty much upon the fair west side but he refused to stop looking.
Kevin.
That was his name, he called it out, doubting he would get a response. Anything was worth a try. He yawned though he wasn't very tired, he was just too energized to sleep now. He let his gaze fixate on all of his surroundings, certain he heard footsteps.
WORDS,, 924 TAGGED,, Kevin OUTFIT,, CLICK MUSIC,, Shadow of the Day`` Linkin Park NOTES,, Hope that's okay! TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
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Post by kevin on Apr 20, 2010 4:15:22 GMT -5
There was nothing more satisfying to Kevin than bullying parties of Greasers on a daily basis. Well... maybe there was, drugs and parties, but whenever he felt like crushing skulls, he'd bring a few of his close buddies to tag along. One time, he remembered, he and four other Socs were speeding around town in a Mustang and Kev thought up a brilliant idea to use one of their beer bottles as makeshift molotov cocktails, it was a crude invention but it still worked. And Kev, riding shotgun, was the one who wanted to throw it at an unsuspecting target. They were in the heart of the city which was infested with Greasers and the thrill of raising some hell in the East side of town was almost arousing. Needless to say, Kev managed to get collateral by hitting a team of Greasers chatting on the sidewalk. All of them lit up like Roman candles and if the Socials bothered to look into their condition, the victims ended up seriously scarred for life - literally.
A much more recent event was a carefully planned out attack in sabotaging a small museum. Kevin, the mastermind of this sick plot, wanted to make it look like Greasers were looting the place. Of course, any smart criminal wouldn't consider raiding a building in their clothing that made them distinguishable. In this case, Kevin and his gang tried to mimic being those greaseball scumbags themselves. Slicked hair and everything, it was an awkward situation, but it paid off. The museum was broken into, several artifacts were stolen and evidence was left behind to frame their rival gang. It made the headlines the next day and the Socials offered to donate a generous sum of money to help with the damages done to the community. The Socs were praised as heroes and the city erected a simple statue that specifically symbolized a strong handsome sportsman carrying a book in their honor. The sculpture suffered constant vandalism, which of course centered on the Greaser hoodlums to blame. It was completely understandable how they managed to piss their enemies off now. If Tulsa was going to turn into a battlefield, inevitably there would have to be a place to bury the dead and the city may not be able to account for everyone.
For bugging the Ponyboy kid, little did Kevin know that one of his brothers was gunning for him today. If any Greaser had the balls to schedule such an event, especially one which may end up with violence, then Soda had to be congratulated for being so headstrong. It wasn't just the Curtis brother's decision to find the Soc, but it was the boldness in his decision to venture into their territory - which would definitely turn him irate. A fight was compulsory, despite any foreshadowing events, they were not going to hold hands around the campfire and sing 'Kumbaya'. Each side had a never ending list of viable reasons to hate the other. If only Kev knew that Soda would be closing in on him, he'd prepare as if he was going to do battle with the final boss. But no, it wasn't anything like that, just a petty teen acting on behalf of his brother. 'Family' was something the blond didn't really know to heart, his parents lived somewhere else, swimming in their money, while Kevin was pretty much alone. As a kid, he was spoiled, taught that everything had a value and money could fix everything.
No one really loved him, except if sex counted as that. He often wanted to be held in his parents' embrace, but they were too busy signing papers and leaving the house to settle business. Family came last, but contributing to the family served as the primary objective. He didn't really put much effort into thinking about his enemies, but any human with half a brain could see how close the Greasers were amongst each other and Kevin envied that. He wanted that for himself. The only thing that existed as a Soc was camaraderie and partners in crime, but there was nothing... poetic about that. It was clear cut and to the point, embracing was seen as a weak thing and in celebrating in a victory in sports or in school - maybe that was an exception. Today, the blond was killing time with a pair of his friends, both a year or two younger in age. Naive, cocky, but the only thing that could set the three men apart was that Kevin was the tallest and also the only one with the golden mane.
The others consisted nothing more than brown or black combed hair and faces which obviously took a lot of beating in their competitive physical activities. Kevin and his two friends were walking the streets, after all it was their streets - their turf - so they had nothing to fear. The older man had taken some cocaine earlier, to relieve a killer headache he got when he foolishly decided to play football without a helmet. After the powder's effects wore off, there were serious drawbacks, which would soon take place just around this time. If he was going to fight, which would seem like he had no other choice, chances are he'd probably knock himself out by falling face first into the pavement. "No, no, no, man, she was looking at me first."
[/b] Kevin chuckled, arguing to defend his point to one of his buddies. Like any other men who seemed to take dick measuring to a whole 'nother level, the blond was bragging how he managed to get a female customer in a malt shop to look at him more than his friends. "Bullshit, she was looking past you -- at me, of course!" The brown haired Soc retorted, resulting in the trio wearing the same varsity jackets to laugh boisterously. It was getting dark and Kevin continued to converse with his friends that he was thinking about going home soon. By this time, the man heard his name being called, but he thought he was hallucinating, "Kevin, what's wrong?" One of them asked, the curious blond not answering and decided to find the place where the sound came from. His friends followed in suit, leading the Socs to a dim alleyway, "Umm... you know it's not safe to be calling out some random guy's name this time of day, right? Kevin smirked, getting a first impression on the young man on what he was wearing. Definitely not one of their kind... but Kevin didn't dare jump to conclusions. [/blockquote][/blockquote] tag - Soda words - 1,101 clothes - Explained, but click for referencenotes - It's perfect :] Funny how Soda dressed up real nice for a beat down =P credits - RawrDinosaur@caution.[/size]
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Post by SODAPOP CURTIS on Apr 20, 2010 12:50:40 GMT -5
& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) [/center] Soda could hardly stay still, he was way too jazzed. He wondered if he should have brought Darry with but he didn't like to do things that way. No, if there was to be a fight he would want it to be fair. He didn't go around jumping people, greasers just didn't do those sorts of things. Even if they did Soda wouldn't it wasn't right in his eyes. He had seen first hand what hatred could do. He had been the first to reach Johnny, the first to hold him in his arms. It had been so horrible. Soda never found out who did that to him, he hoped he never would as he wouldn't trust himself to keep the bastard alive. All greasers came from rough backgrounds, it was hard to find a greaser who didn't. Whether they were getting a whooping from their old man or neglected by their mother, it didn't matter. He felt bad for Johnny, he had nothing except for the gang. That was why he was all of their kid brothers, even though he and Sodapop were the same age.
It didn't matter, you took up for your brothers. They all did. Even if Soda saw some greasy hood getting the snot kicked out of him there was no doubt, he would rush to his aid. It was a code and Soda prided himself by living by it. Though life was no fun with rules in his mind that was one he did keep. The fact that he was even here was a bit out of character for the boy, they would have believed anyone but Sodapop. He was just too happy and high on life to go looking for a fight but he was. He loved Ponyboy, he was a great kid, a great brother. His brothers and his gang was all he had left. He admired Darry for being able to keep his emotions so steady, something Soda could never do. He had bawled like a baby through his parents entire funeral and afterword and looking so pathetic really didn't make him feel too hot.
It was a strange thought but he wondered if the Socs would have cried at their own parents funeral, it seemed far fetched as they always kept up the appearances. Maybe that was what separated them. The greasers felt too much and the socs not at all. It was a really messed up world but it was their world and Soda would not have had it any other way. It was what they were used to. The slender boy looked around the alleyway, now knowing he heard footsteps. Soda stood straight, eyes normally filled with the reckless kind of laughter only ever present in him were now a bit more serious. He watched three Socs come into view, two were taller than him no question, the other one looked about his height.
He sized them up when he realized that the tall blond was no other than the Soc he had been looking for. Glory, he couldn't believe his luck. Sure he had two of his buddies with him but Soda didn't care. If they would fight Soda would expect it to be fair, though he knew that Socs weren't usually so kind. He had a sort of innocence about him, he believed if he wanted fair it would be. Though he did have a blade on him, he always did just in case things got out of hand or if he was jumped. He listened to the Soc speak and watched him smirk. Soda smiled, stepping into the street lights a little more, illuminating him and the three other boys.
Any other greaser would have been terrified out of his wits but Soda just felt excitement, like he did before drag racing. His chocolate eyes were now dancing with his normal laughter almost if he was greeting friends. Though that was not the case, he could get into a lot of trouble, after all he was in their turf. No greaser really dared to go in there, "yeah, you're right but it worked didn't it?" He hadn't expected it to work out so well but it did, he couldn't help but flash another smile. Usually greasers never showed a flicker of emotion around Socs. Though his face grew a bit more serious, "listen, I came here on behalf of my brother. He said you were givin' him a hard time down at the Dairy Queen in Windrixville. I don't dig that, okay. Ponyboy's just a kid, just turned fourteen, I don't want to hear anything more about you from my kid brother, dig?"
He heard one of the Socs give a snort whether it was from the threat from the greaser or from his brothers name, Soda didn't care. He just kept his gaze set on the blond. He would give him a chance to explain himself or just see what he had to say. Though one ill word or even a throw would certainly start a fight. Soda hardly ever smoked, only when he was feeling pretty torn up but he could really go for one right about now. He noted each of them, the two flanking Kevin weren't too easy on the eyes. They certainly made the blond look far better, though that didn't matter. The fact that there was three of them there didn't bother Soda. He wasn't frightened even by the thought of fighting Kevin. Soda never got scared to fight anyone really. He enjoyed fighting. A good sin sight was one hell of a way to blow off steam. Two-Bit always said it was healthy.
Soda felt bad, he should have hurried up the day at Dairy Queen, or not even have left Pony there. They could have settled the whole thing there. He watched the three, they were probably baffled as to why a greaser was even in their territory in the first place. The Socs were always in the East Side, pushing the Greasers limits so why shouldn't Soda be here? He thought it was kind of funny. Though he knew the Socs were always trying to do things to get them in trouble. No greaser would go into a museum to steal. That would be the last place they would go. You could always see a JD stealing form a corner store but a museum? Was the public out of their minds to believe something like that? They had to be. Soda didn't care right now. He waited, waited for a move to be made or something to be said.
WORDS,, 1,103 TAGGED,, Kevin OUTFIT,, CLICK MUSIC,, Such Horrible Things`` Creature Feature NOTES,, Lmao! He likes to look nice before fights XD TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
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Post by kevin on Apr 20, 2010 20:01:13 GMT -5
Being the tactician who wanted to get the drop on his enemy, Kevin never gave his opponents an even playing field. That was just being smart, but there were times when his ego would get in the way more often than not. Even after one pivotal event when a Greaser gave him a taste of his own medicine, the Soc figured he was nothing more than a dead man. Some oily haired punk, after being kicked and slapped around by the blond and a few other friends, took a big piece of broken glass and stabbed Kev in the gut with it. He felt stupid for failing to see it happen, but had it been a knife of some kind, the damage would definitely be more gruesome. Granted it was still a serious injury and what remained was a noticeable scar just about an inch or two in length on his lower abdomen. Not one single Soc talked about it after that, anyone who did became an enemy and Kevin made that perfectly clear in his own harsh ways. Because of this, it turned him somewhat paranoid and never ever took off his shirt to brag about how physically fit he was.
The Soc vowed never to let anything like that happen again and if anyone tried to repeat history, they'd suffering a slow painful death. When it came to general face offs, Kevin adopted the 'no rule' policy which his cohorts quickly followed. The Greasers may have taken a much more virtuous route of morality, but if they thought that was going to make them model citizens of society - that wasn't going to happen. All that mattered to the Socs were high grades, winning sports games, and being the center of attention -- the good kind at least. Kevin was convinced that in terms of emotion, he lacked any genuine action of tenderness. He's been through a multitude of failed relationships, all of which never proved to be worthwhile. If he cried, which he seldom did, it was only about money and his reputation. If his parents passed on, he wouldn't even flinch. If a girlfriend cheated on him, he'd pretend like he didn't go out with her in the first place. The blond, as feral as he was, saw life way different than the average person.
Now, Kev and a pair of his 'henchmen', for the lack of a better word, were caught off guard with some guy lurking in the alley. It was assumed that this was the same person who called out Kevin's name in the growing darkness around them. The dark haired sporties glared and watched intently at the stranger, but the boss in the middle held a more curious gaze. Okay, obviously someone was playing some rude joke on him or there was something more than that. A part of his mind picked up minute details about the mysterious kid's appearance which was closely similar to a Greaser he had bullied early on. The varsity trio ominously held their ground as they continued to watch the adolescent move closer into the light, which easily revealed details in his facial features. His image was that of a gentle dove, benign, docile, but could a punk ass greaseball look so handsome? It was deceiving and Kev wasn't going to fall for twinkling eyes and feigned smiles. The blond crossed his arms, wiggling his brows in humor when the young man spoke, "Shut up, you don't have the right to talk." Kevin's black haired pawn answered, stepping forward to satisfy his desire in punching the kid.
But the blond Soc was quick to act and extended an arm out to hold his friend back, looking at him to prove he was serious. Like a trained dog, he obeyed and stood back in silence, but still holding a vicious stare in bloodlust. "What's so funny? After I'm done curbstomping your face in, you won't be smiling anymore, hotshot." Didn't take long until his prediction was confirmed, this kid was one of Ponyboy's brothers. Kev's eyes went wide for a few seconds and glanced over to both of his friends, who knew that this was going to end in someone getting hurt. "Listen here, sport: I don't give a damn about you or your brothers or any other of your dirty friends. I'll do whatever the hell I want and if you have a problem with that - I'll give you a whole new meaning with the word 'greasecutter'." He scowled, deciding to take this on a more personal level.
"You guys should go, I'll handle this."
[/color] He said softly, the dangerous duo leaving Kevin behind with this Curtis brother. With the blond now alone and without backup, the situation was sitting on a bombshell. Like a lion trying to corner its prey, the athlete slowly approached the boy, revealing both palms to him to show he wasn't going to fight... yet. "You must have a death wish to step into places you don't belong. What's your name?"[/b] He asked, literally standing just a few feet with the other guy. Leaning in close, not really worried the Greaser would snap, he continued to goad him, "So I can pay your brothers a visit and tell them how easily I killed you."[/b] Not wanting to deplete any precious time, he wanted to end this quickly as possible and lunged forward to aim a right hook into his adversary's jaw. It was a fairly easy attack to dodge, but Kevin wasn't exactly that adept in any kind of fighting style - which was a definite weakness. He underestimated Soda and since he was under the influence of cocaine, the feeling of invincibility was nothing more than fiction. [/blockquote][/blockquote] tag - Soda words - 957 clothes - Explained, but click for referencenotes - Oh really? Or is he just trying to impress Kevin, hmm? ; ) credits - RawrDinosaur@caution.[/size]
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Post by SODAPOP CURTIS on Apr 20, 2010 23:25:01 GMT -5
& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) [/center] Soda watched the blond's henchman stumble forward and try to sock the boy but Kevin intervened. The boy shook some hair form his eyes and blew the black haired boy a kiss, hoping to piss him off. Soda wouldn't mind taking him on too. He was already really jazzed and needed to blow off steam. His eyes still held laughter and he watched them. Crude words. That was how the Socs lived, relying on their tongues that could cut like knives. Though Soda really wasn't scared, he had never lost a fight in his life but then again there was always a first time for everything and that thought grounded him. He wasn't invincible and he knew, it would make defeat so much easier if it came. Soda was smaller than the blond and he figured that would give him the advantage of speed. Something that would surely be an advantage of some sorts.
As the arrogant blond talked on, Soda laughed a little, sizing him up. He watched his movements, the way a man moved in a fight was keen to study. The words would have scared the daylights out of Ponyboy and that thought made him angry. He was only getting him more jazzed, not scaring him. Still Soda stayed pretty quiet listening to him. "I guess it's just pretty funny how you think you could actually curbstomp me." His eyes twinkled and he grinned even more, a small genuine laugh escaping his lips. It was absolutely genuine, not a hint of sarcasm. The boy often pissed off a lot of people from how he really did find things funny. He couldn't help it. "Or maybe how a cutie like you could be such an asshole Soc," he blew him a kiss now. There was truth in his words but he was mostly trying to piss him off, most Socs were heavily homophobic.
He listened to him and grinned, "sport huh? I guess I could get used to that. I would have preferred something a little cuter as a pet name but as long as you scream it nice and loud when we're fucking it sounds good to me." Pony would have blushed at the crude words that just surpassed his brother's lips and Darry probably would have been shamed. Soda didn't care, "but yeah I do have a problem with that. If you bug any of the Curtis brothers it will be me. Not some fourteen year old kid, I know you must feel real hot being able to upset a little kid but my skins just a bit thicker." He was feeling adrenaline surging through him, he was so pumped and all the while a smile was present on his lips.
He watched the other two Socs leave at their 'masters' commands and he waved. He wished he would have greased his hair back, his hair was falling freely and he didn't want it obstructing his view during the fight. Sodapop watched as Kevin drew nearer, holding his palms out to him, showing he would not strike yet. "I thought I'd take my chances and I've been pretty fine so far. Oh and I'm Sodapop but you won't have to be telling my brothers anything of the sort." He watched the movement and took the punch, he had a damn hard punch and Soda could have sworn he was seeing stars. Ducking down, he came up in front of him, aiming to grasp him around the shoulders and drive his knee hard into his gut.
Pushing the other away, his head was spinning still. He steadied himself, pulling into a fighter's form, eying his opponent. Soda wasn't going down after one punch, he'd taken much worse. Long hair fell into his face and he didn't dare to sweep it away. He was watching him, he had agility on his side and he had a pretty okay punch himself. Though glory that punch got to him. The stars faded as adrenaline kept him aptly aware. He was sure he wouldn't need his switchblade, he wanted a quick, sharp, fair fight. Soda watched him, he almost seemed damaged for some reason, he didn't know he felt that way. Sometimes he just got vibes like that. Either way he needed to keep vigilant, there was no way he was going to let this Soc take him down. At least take him down without a fight, no Soda would do his best to ensure he came out the victor.
For Ponyboy. He reminded himself that the ill words he spoke to him were not nearly as important as to what he spoke to Pony. Soda always placed the ones he loved way above himself. He didn't care what this blond had to say about him or even what he did to him. He didn't matter as much but Pony, man that really tore him up to hear his kid brother so upset. Soda's eyes were no longer filled with the laughter they were only moments before, he was a very serious fighter, he always had been. He was calculating and defensive, also not afraid to take a hit to come back gaining control. He thought everything through and he wondered if the blond before him did as well. If he didn't Soda was sure he could gain the upper hand eventually.
His face was smarting something awful but he ignored it, he would have to find a weak spot and gather a good tactic. He couldn't keep taking hits like that. Socs always seemed to think that it was always about brawn, the more muscle you had the more you were sure to win. No, it was about tactic, you had to think things through to get the upper hand in the fight. Sometimes it was brawn over style but not most of the fights Soda was in. He only hoped he could bait him into blind anger where he hardly gave thought to anything he did. He looked back to the blond waiting for some movement, he needed to keep on his toes or there was no hope of him winning this fight.
WORDS,, 1,023 TAGGED,, Kevin OUTFIT,, CLICK MUSIC,, Snow White Queen`` Evanescence NOTES,, Hmm ^^ maybe that is why TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
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Post by kevin on Apr 21, 2010 2:28:00 GMT -5
As long as Soda got a taste of what it was like to be knocked by one of Kevin's burly comrades, that's all that mattered. Although it would only serve as the appetizer leading onto the main course. Needless to say, what the onyx haired boy got in exchange from his opponent was a mere sign of affection. At first, all the varsity men were confused, but the blond was the one extremely puzzled that it was like he couldn't solve the cure for cancer. Swiftly after the wave of astonishment by Soda's stunt maneuver, the Socialite trio started to banter amongst each other and everything went to bedlam. "Why the fuck is he blowing kisses like that?!" Mr. black hairs fussed, while the rough brown haired fellow resulted in throwing derogatory remarks which greatly expressed just how much homosexuality was looked down upon. Kevin, however, was shouting nonsense for a while until he managed to calm down along with his posse, "Is that some kind of signature move of yours? Are you one of them flower boys?" He asked, trying to withhold a smile and a laugh as best he could.
The blond decided to mock Soda even more, by prancing around pretending as if he was wearing a woman's skirt and tried to exaggerate how a woman would behave. As expected, his two companions laughed blissfully at Kev's ridiculing display, nearly bursting into tears from the sheer joy. Getting back into his serious position now, Kevin shook his head in disbelief, knowing for sure that there was something more to this Greaser than expected. Anything homosexual, whether it be by action or thought, was considered a medical disorder, and although Kevin couldn't deny nor could he get over his involvement in one controversial event in the past. No matter what, he always convinced that he was straight as a yardstick and that this ruffian was only doing this to get on his nerves. It was almost a rare thing to meet someone who went after the same gender and if he did, he cut off all ties with them. Again, he tried not to think much about it and moved on, simply analyzing the situation and taking note of Soda's mannerisms. He believed he didn't really have to do anything else to inject fear into the guy and that it was just a natural thing that happened when people looked at him.
He was cocky, now that was natural, and even though he didn't really possess much prowess in the field of hand to hand combat, he compensated with his unorthodox form. "Oh, so you don't believe me? C'mon now, I'd hate to hurt your feelings when it happens."
[/b] He asserted, a fox-like grin creasing his impeccably handsome features. People often mistook his age to be younger than twenty, but that served as a benefit in some ways. Perhaps it because of his attitude that justified a person's decision of that because Kevin tended to act immature. But things were definitely no fun and games when it was literally going to be bloody. The gay jokes needed to stop as the blond didn't want to reanimate that bisexuality which remained dormant within himself. He couldn't ignore it though and his innate response prompted him to speak out about it, "Am I supposed to be flattered? I don't root for that crowd, kid, nice try."[/b] In his mind, he admitted that the Greaser was indeed flawlessly handsome himself, but there wasn't room for chemistry. He just wanted to settle this, go home, and call it a day. Maybe if this hoodlum was inclined in having a one night stand with him, would be a feasible alternative. Kevin had to remember that his friends were still present, only watching events unfold before their eyes. Both looked disturbed by the talk of homosexuality and they would have left right there because of it, but they waited until they were officially dismissed. The blond Soc narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side when Soda started to make things explicitly detailed, "You're fucking gay, man. How about you blow me instead? Oh wait, I forgot, you just might, wouldn't you?"[/b] He was far from getting excited about this sex talk, he just wanted to beat this greaseball down. His words were demeaning and full of the same poisonous jeer as before. Knowing his friends and how Kev was serious in that he wanted things to remain confidential, they wouldn't bring this up with anyone else. This was a definitely suspenseful situation he was in and this teenager wasn't going to run off now, that's for sure, not when he already stepped deep into this mess. "Am I supposed to be afraid? Should I get my mama to talk me back to bed again?" He scoffed, laughing at the image of that. He waited until his friends had departed to leave them be and out of the blue replied with his own crude answer, "Although I'd prefer you to tuck me into bed." He joked, but it sounded completely earnest in its entirety. Since he got a good look of Soda in the light not that long ago, he noticed how the calm looking teen didn't slick his hair back like the others. Good, that was one point that went well in his book. As the blond closed the gap between the two, his blue eyes shone in the dark as caused by a film of moisture. Now, he finally got a name to refer this gangster by and quite a strange one at that. He rose a brow after hearing it and chuckled, "Sodapop." He repeated, like a child learning its first word. "That's an odd name. I'm guessing you already know who I am-- what the hell am I doing? I'm here to fucking fight you, not make formal introductions! Forget it!"[/b] Moments later, Kev lunged forward to make the first blow, which impacted just where he had aimed. Sodapop took the blunt of it, but the Soc discounted an upcoming move to use and that would cost him dearly. The athlete was unable to free himself from the grapple and absorbed a knee crashing into his gut. It hit the spot where his scar was, which added a significant fraction of pain. He recoiled and was rendered vulnerable for a few seconds but was shoved back, sloppily getting into a defensive posture. "Touché, pretty boy. Let's see you do better than that,"[/b] He harassed, converting the dull pain into raw power. Using brute force, he decided to rush forward, attempting to grip Soda by the neck and shove him into the wall. If he was successful in pinning the Greaser, Kevin would make an attempt to crack a fist into his ribs. [/blockquote][/blockquote] tag - Soda words - 1,134 clothes - Explained, but click for referencenotes - In the back of his mind, he's more than impressed, but still a long shot from infatuation haha <3 credits - RawrDinosaur@caution.[/size]
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Post by SODAPOP CURTIS on Apr 21, 2010 11:52:06 GMT -5
& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) [/center] Sodapop had to laugh at the confusion as to why he was blowing kisses. When Kevin began to prance around pretending to be a very girly version of Soda the boy grinned. It was really funny to see a Soc act that way even when he was just teasing him and trying to make his friends laugh. Though Soda was as well, if they were at the point of making fun of him then they were bothered by it. He didn't really care, he was bisexual and very open about it no matter what anyone said. He had been with only two boys before because he had met Sandy then. One of the boys had been from Shepards gang and they kept it quiet, not speaking of it again. After all he had to have been around Pony's age. The other had been right before he met Sandy, the guy had been at one of his drag races. Never before had he been with a Soc because even if they were fully fledged homosexual they would never admit such a thing. It was kind of sad. Still both had been fleeting for he had met Sandy and the two of them hit it off so well. He cursed himself, he couldn't think of anything like that. That was weakness and he couldn't bother himself to think of Sandy when he was trying to keep his wits about him in a fight.
"You do that a little too well, you must have been practicing. One of them flower boys? Ehh," he tilted his hand back in forth as if saying "sort of." He smiled, "half, if you dig," he spoke, basically asking if he understood one could be bisexual. Still he was laughing, he didn't care that the goon had struck him, this was all too much for Soda. The two other Socs were looking at him as if he were an abomination and he ran a hand through his hair. Kevin was looking rather puzzled himself and Soda was just waiting for something to happen. He didn't like for anything to slow down. Fighting was one thing but if they weren't than it was boring and he would have nothing to do with his adrenaline. He was so hyper he could hardly stand still. He looked to the handsome blond, ignoring his two hard faced goonies who still looked disturbed.
Soda merely shrugged, as if Kevin would have to prove that he was able of curbstomping him. Sure not very smart but Soda didn't care. He was already feeling a keen rush, some people got high before fights, it didn't matter on what but Soda never had to. He got a natural high just from living, Steve was always astounded by that. Soda never needed to do anything and he was always feeling it the most at every party. "You don't? Don't tell me that, you'll break my heart," he allowed his face to be overcome by feigned despair. As if he really were breaking his heart, though he was soon grinning again. It faltered for a moment, damnit why was he thinking of her? He shouldn't have in the first place, not even for a moment. No, he would focus solely on the three high class men in front of them. For he was sure that they were men, at least he knew that Kevin was for he was Darry's age. The other two had to be older than his own age of sixteen.
He was sure anyone would have been really puzzled to see a small framed teenage greaser laughing at three full grown young men. He had to admit the image was a little more than strange. "Blow you? I knew you'd come around, I'm pretty damn good at it. Don't you think we should maybe go back to your house, this alley's kind of dirty." His eyes flashed and he gave him a devilish grin, ignoring the other words, only acting as if he had simply said 'blow me.' The other two boys were really looking as if they were going to be sick now and Soda was feeling pretty damn proud. "Scared? No. You're just supposed to accept it because that is the way it's going to be. Unless of course you'd rather bug my brother Darrel, I don't think he'd mind either." He wondered if Darry would have fought the three of them and then he was sure he would have, he had seen Darry take on four guys himself. Though that was the most he ever seen him take on and Soda was there in a few minutes to get in the action.
Man if he and Darry both would have some on behalf of Pony that would have been something really fun. Though Soda was set on a fair fight and that was the way it was going to be. The boy wanted things to be fair because that was the way he was. And that was what he would get, the other two were leaving, probably grateful for being dismissed. He quirked a brow at the Soc's now crude comment, the whole time he had been so put off with Soda's own comments but when his friends left he added one of his own? The boy flashed him a smirk, "only if I get into bed with you." Soda allowed the man to step into his personal space, looking up at him. It was an unusual name, he got that all the time. Actually most of the time people just laughed and asked him again what his name was. Though he watched as the Soc continued talking casually before cursing himself. Soda would have laughed at the boy talking to himself but was too busy watching him ready to strike and taking the staggering blow.
The boy came back full force, watching the other cringe. Was that a weak spot? He was guessing it wouldn't be because the Soc was rather ripped but he would defiantly keep that in his mind. Sock him in the gut, if he needed to. He kept his eyes locked on him. He grinned at him though it was not his normal happy go lucky grin. He watched the blond charge forward, his head was spinning and he miscalculated just how close he was. He felt him pin him against the brick wall. Curing himself for allowing for him to get the upper hand his hands instinctively went to the hand the held him around the neck. With shattering force he felt the blond's fist collide with his ribcage. Was that a crack? God in heaven that hurt something awful, he no longer felt the pain in his head. Fuck he had to have broken a rib. Soda knew he couldn't stay in such a helpless position.
Pulling himself up a little with some ease, he took his foot to the Soc's throat with all the force he could muster. It could be blocked if the blond boy was paying close attention to what the greaser was doing. Soda was very flexible something that came in handy in a fight. Darry had taught them all his gymnastic moves and Soda had really taken to it. He hoped the kick to the throat would be enough to drop him.
WORDS,, 1,223 TAGGED,, Kevin OUTFIT,, CLICK MUSIC,, Demonoid Phenomenon``Rob Zombie NOTES,, Oh man this is so much fun XD TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
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Post by kevin on Apr 21, 2010 18:03:18 GMT -5
Seeing the Greaser smile like that wasn't the reaction he wanted, so he stopped making fun of him in that degrading manner for the moment. Kevin couldn't understand just why exactly Soda was so blatant to the public about his sexual preferences; he believed there would be a lot of people, aside from himself, that would pin it on him and abhor it like anathema. It was surprising that this kid was still alive and healthy looking and with the conservative outlook in life, it wasn't wise to make oneself known to the radar like that, especially in a place like Tulsa. The Soc was never going to reveal himself to his friends, family, or anyone else about his personal life. His life was his business, and that was it. If, by some grace of God, he ended up with a Greaser, let alone a male one, it would take some getting used to. He wasn't serious in relationships and he often cheated on his partners for someone else. He was seriously skeptical that this face off with Sodapop would turn into some fluffy fucked up version of Romeo & Juliet. All he wanted was to fight, beat his adversary down, and get the hell out of dodge.
The amiable looking Greaser noted that the blond Soc did his little girly dance too accurately. Quickly, he had to disprove that statement before letting those words sink beneath his skin, "Very funny,"
[/b] He began sarcastically, "I've been told I would make a fine actor."[/b] Of course he along his the pair of his cohorts were disgusted to see that Soda didn't deny being a 'flower boy' and how he went after both parties. Closing his eyes briefly to shudder at the thought before opening them, "I didn't really need to know that,"[/b] He continued to appear sickened, but remained his calm and cool disposition. His friends, however, were still agitated, wishing that they could tear off their ears so they couldn't hear what they were hearing. Again, Kevin didn't know what was so funny that made Soda laugh and quivered his shoulders, a lost expression on his face. Supplied by the streetlight, the Soc watched his opponent run a hand through his brown hair and oddly enough he liked the way each strand fell upon the other, cascading smoothly like an estuary. Kev refused to give it much thought, fearing it would catch him off guard and cost him direly. The athlete watched the teenager shrug in relation to curbstomping him, that made him grit his teeth and made him want to hurt the Greaser. Instead of feeling enthusiastic for this fight, it started off with a wave of dissatisfaction. The boy was really testing his patience and it was surprising on Kevin's part to withstand it for a little while longer. The blond searched his jacket pockets for his snuffbox, but he realized he forgot it either in his car or at home. Shit, he needed to get high off the sugar and he knew that his withdrawal symptoms would seriously render him handicapped. "Aww, cry me a river, Sodapop. I'm way out of reach for your standards."[/b] The youngster was quite the character and his facial expressions were almost too animated that it made the corner of Kevin's mouth rise up in a half smile. Soda did the same, matching the Soc at the right time; shit this wasn't good. The duo standing respectively at each side of the blond looked bored and there was no doubt they wanted to get a piece of a fight for themselves as well. Didn't take long until they were excused which left the remaining stars of this imminent face off. Their brief fruity highlight gave Kev goosebumps and he knew it wasn't from being engrossed alone, subconsciously he was craving sex instead of drugs for some reason. If he could have salivated like Pavlov's dog, he would have done so foolishly. His face portrayed a much more lighter description, as if the gay talk didn't bother him as much as before, which was something Soda could make mental note of. "So I guess I'm talking to a pro then..."[/b] He wished he didn't say that, but his brain didn't register that sentence fast enough for his mouth to be uttering it. "Sorry, but I'm too expensive for you. I don't care how good you are in bed or in sex, but I got a girlfriend."[/b] He lied, but he explained it well enough to pretend it was the truth. He knew he had no girlfriend, but he only said that to get Sodapop from chasing after his ass-- literally. That look on the Greaser's face, especially that cunning sharp smile caused a lake of warmth to swell beneath his chest. God, Sodapop looked too good, but it wasn't the morally right thing to do. Thankfully, the chat transitioned into a more dark foreboding topic that mitigated the lust from his mind, "I'm not accepting anything, damn it. And I got no beef with Darrel. This is between you and me, plus Ponyboy, but I could care less about that little shrimp."[/b] He had hoped that by disparaging Soda's younger sibling, that it would warrant some kind of hateful remark or violent action in return. And honestly, he would rather fight Darry, because Soda's pretty face might end up being bruised. He couldn't abjure a fight with any of the Curtis brothers or any Greaser for that matter. He wanted credit for everything and he wanted all the other Socials to remember Kevin Thompson for being the one guy who gave them a good name. It was hypocritical now to be taking a complete 180 in the situation; don't get him wrong, he still wanted a fight, but all this sex talk was starting to scratch the surface, so to speak. The blond smirked and winked, "That's only gonna happen if you beat me in this fight, bitch. Don't get your hopes up."[/b] He mentioned. Now that action was let loose, the fight was on. He wished the scar in his lower abdomen wouldn't be a detriment, but that was one of his main physical weaknesses. Falling back momentarily, but still keeping his balance, he tried to prevent giving away the critical spot of his impairment; although he was sure Sodapop noticed the damage he caused. Morale was boosted when he managed to get the riled up teen pinned against the wall, his grip was talon-like and he wasn't afraid in trying to cut off his air supply. The punch had hit its mark, both of his hands were decorated with a pair of classy rings - a little too over the top, but a boastful Kevin was an every day thing. He was pleased to see a shadow of malady manifest in the kid's face and felt the hands grip his wrist. However, given his rather sluggish state from the drugs, he failed to counter the kick to his neck. A powerful wham to his larynx, where his Adam's apple was located, left him defenseless. As a result, he fell back, letting the Greaser go and crashed into empty trash bins. Kevin coughed, sitting as he looked up at the kid who towered him. If that's how it was going to be, then the Soc had no problem with it. He leaped forward, making an attempt to tackle Soda to the ground and humiliate him further there. "Just give up, we both know you don't stand a chance."[/b] He taunted. [/blockquote][/blockquote] tag - Soda words - 1,256 clothes - Explained, but click for referencenotes - Heck yes it is! =D credits - RawrDinosaur@caution.[/size]
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Post by SODAPOP CURTIS on Apr 21, 2010 19:10:38 GMT -5
& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) [/center] Soda was still grinning, a fine actor? Yeah sure. He noted Kevin's expression, as if he was pretty pissed that Soda was laughing along too. The boy didn't really care, he was basking in the fact that he was getting to the older boys. He knew it was rather dangerous talking about sexuality in such a town but Soda was well protected. Well not right now perhaps but it was all worth it just to disturb them. He would never sleep with the two cronies on either side of the blond but Kevin he would. Though he would feel bad for he had upset Pony. Still he imagined the blond wouldn't be too keen in getting the sixteen year old into bed. Not with the way he was reacting. Though maybe he would and didn't want to reveal that in front of his two friends. If they could even be called that.
It was so weird there were so many things that separated them and friendships were certainly one of the major things. To greasers friends were your family, your brothers. You took up for them and you loved them, knowing they do the very same for you. Socs seemed to have a skewed view of friendship, they seemed to keep people around that they could just barely tolerate. They laughed together and beat up people together but did they really care about each other? Soda doubted that. He would give his life for any one of his friends and he knew they would do them same for him. Now that was friendship not someone you just barely liked and kept around just because you had similar interests. His friends were everything, the three before him didn't seem to have a good view of what friendship was supposed to be. It was their own loss. He smiled sweetly when Kevin said that he didn't need to know Soda's sexual preference.
He didn't mind telling them, it made the comments all the better. Plus Kevin was actually good looking so it wasn't all in vain. After all you didn't see Soda making crude comments to his hard faced friends. Soda had standards of course, who didn't? Well besides a lot of greaser girls and even some of the Soccy girls who just gave themselves away to whoever would give them the time of day. Soda had only ever been with Sandy which most people refused to believe for when he worked there was always a group of girls following him around and trying to talk to them. He wondered if the three in front of him would be pissed at the girls that came to talk to him, the ones that were Socs anyway. Soda just didn't think they were really interested in him. Ponyboy would call him a mental case but then again Pony acted as if Soda was the best looking creature to walk the earth. Soda of course knew that was untrue, plus Ponyboy was a great looking kid too.
Kevin was pretty handsome, he wasn't going to lie. Though he had a feeling he was one of those guys who walked around feeling as if they were God's gift to women. If he wasn't he would be surprised, most Socs were. He viewed himself as having okay looks but he didn't really focus on things like that. Still he eyed the athlete, he was a pretty built guy. He had to admit he liked guys like that, it added a good contrast. Not that Soda was a total string bean but he was rather thin. He liked being agile, Darry on the other hand was freaking ripped it was hard to miss that. Soda was always pointing it out in a very playful way, climbing all over him and insisting that he carry him to work instead or driving. He was kidding of course but it was funny to tease Darrel, he never seemed to mind it. He almost laughed out loud while picturing doing the same thing to the blond boy. He had a feeling he's be dropped and stomped on.
"That's not nice, I will cry you a river," he pouted. He couldn't help but play around the way he did. It was just how he was. Was he trying to say he had higher standards then accepting Soda, if so the pristine featured boy would certainly find that funny. Would that mean his standards included other boys then? He had always met everyone's standards or at least so he had been told. Still he found sort of funny, "maybe if I turn into a pretty little Soc, I'll meet your standards? I'll have to keep that in mind." He grinned, he would never be a soc, that would be like committing suicide. He would never fit in properly, Darry on the other hand would have loved it. He practically was a Soc already, an incredible athlete, ripped... well no maybe not he had too much of a good heart. Oh and he loved his friends and family.
Again, Soda was shocked at the blond's comments when he was alone, "one of the best," he breathed in a husky whisper, grinning all the while. He quirked a brow, "too expensive? Does your girlfriend know you're a prostitute?" If Two-Bit had been there he would have been rolling on the floor, Soda was really surprising himself even. Maybe he had been spending too much quality time with Two-Bit. Still he smiled, he wouldn't bother him anymore. A girlfriend was something sacred, something to be cherished. He would speak no more about sleeping with him unless he brought it up or something of the sort. He would never speak an ill word against the blond' girlfriend either, that wasn't right. He knew how it was to have a girlfriend, he had loved her more than anything. He would given her anything. He was feeling sick. He still couldn't believe his sweet Sandy had two timed him... and actually gotten pregnant.
He needed to move on. He looked at Kevin. His eyes narrowed, he couldn't talk about Pony like that. No one could. "You might not have a beef with Darry but he'd beat the tar out of you if he heard you talking bout his kid brother. I'm real glad you think you're so much tougher than a little kid, sure it makes you feel real cool. Pony's not a shrimp, he's a great fighter, never seen him back down ever. And neither have I, so let's just keep this between the two of us." His eyes were always conveying so much emotion, like a wild fire they flicked over him, anger evident. Pony was a great kid. He needed to cool down and he did as the blond moved in closer.
He watched him wink, "oh? And what happens if you win?" He couldn't help but smirk. Though the fight had started, a punch was thrown a knee was driven. Soda was so thankful that the kick had shoved the Soc away. He watched him stumbled backwards. He was damn grateful for that, his side was aching like crazy and he found he could only take shallow breaths. Not a good thing for a fight. He would have to ignore it because he was sure it was broken. He had to keep his eyes on the blond, he clutched his side for a moment. He saw the blond cough and then set his sights on Soda, he tackled him to the ground. Knocking the wind out of Sodapop he was forced to take in a huge breath. Exhaling, he let out a scream, digging his fingernails into the Soc's biceps. He hadn't meant to but Goddamn his rib was killing him. He never yelled in a fight unless he was hollerin for joy. A stream of curses surpassed his lips and he coughed. He glared a little but then spoke softly, "I don't know, not just yet. I might have a chance. I just think you like being on top of me." He grinned, his rib would have to wait. He attempted to slug him but he was sure it could be blocked as he was at quite the disadvantage.
WORDS,, 1,375 TAGGED,, Kevin OUTFIT,, CLICK MUSIC,, Sold my Soul`` The used NOTES,, Lol this is seriously one of my favorite threads in a looooong time TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
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Post by kevin on Apr 21, 2010 23:36:57 GMT -5
Patience wasn't one of Kevin's strengths, nor was tolerance, so even if Soda may not realize it - the Greaser was definitely getting on his nerves. His two pals beside him were surmising questions in their head as to why Kev submitted to having a chat with this guy. Usually, ninety nine percent of the time, they'd cut straight to the chase and settle a confrontation with a concise beat down. But here, it was different, but they were trained like guard dogs not to speak out against their 'master' in a case like this. All this talk about sexuality was a controversial subject nonetheless, but Kevin's instinct told him that it was okay to do despite his intuitive nature which argued otherwise. The Soc didn't regret badgering Ponyboy at that Dairy Queen in Windrixville, even though he didn't do anything directly to cause an uproar, the way he was dressed begged for negative attention. Age wasn't a concern for him and neither was gender; he'd backhand a girl if they looked at him the wrong way. However, if there was some form of a connection between him and Sodapop, it was only fair to apologize to the Curtis brothers for stirring up a hornet's nest with them. He didn't know if he'd be forgiven and he frankly didn't care, but having less enemies on his list was a preferable choice that couldn't be overlooked.
The subculture of Socials were an interesting group to study in relation to the Greasers. Putting aside economic status and other facts of demography, the subjective view of alliance and a view of life in general were set at opposite ends of the spectrum. All Kevin could gather from his oily haired enemies was that they treated members of their collective as blood. Socs viewed things more on a black and white scale, all there was in the world were the haves and the have nots. The laws of Charles Darwin and 'survival of the fittest' were the cornerstone of their beliefs. If one wasn't strong enough to flourish, then they had to be ostracized from their group to make room for potential haves. It was a bleak philosophy of life, some would even say pessimistic, but that's what life was. Being superior gave them power and having power ordained them with the decision to do whatever the hell they wanted. If Sodapop believed that Kevin and his two friends weren't close enough to trust each other and consider themselves 'brothers in arms' as he did with his own gang, he was right. Kev kept to himself most of the time and he had very seldom people whom he could share personal stories or secrets with. Relationships, platonic or intimate, according to Kevin, was a waste of time and energy... unless it was sex - that was the only exception.
In front of his buddies, Kevin wouldn't allude to anything to exalt the Greaser, but when he was alone then maybe would if he was persuaded enough. If Soda wanted to be more austere about it, he could have given the Socs insults of his own, but that would have no doubt sparked a fight that would bring the trio against him - which wasn't the intelligent thing to do. Being the typical jock tamed by his testosterone induced ego, he couldn't help but check out some of the low classed girls. There were some who were sure as hell pretty, but he knew they'd most likely 'love' him for his money and his looks. He wasn't real poetic like Shakespeare, but if someone saw him for who he was inside, under that tough brutish shell - he was really sensitive down under. Everyone perceived the blond athlete the same: cavalier, audacious, and irritable. There was very little positive characterizations of him unless he was pretending to be a gentleman. He always held his head up high and even his swagger carried a pretentious stride. Kev didn't spend time classifying people who fit his tastes, but considering what he saw about Soda overall - the kid was impeccably spot on. Plus, the juvenile's stature and physique were a magnet to his blue eyes. If he had seen him with greased hair, he wouldn't think of any more positives.
Kevin wasn't a romantic type person in public, fearing it would mar his reputation and shatter the tough-guy image he wants himself viewed. If he ever saw himself with another man, the only thing he could think of that suited the gender was surrendering his varsity jacket or giving one of his expensive class rings up. He couldn't bring his eyes away from seeing the puppy dog look on Sodapop's cherubim face; the blond pressed his lips together and tilted his head to the side, slightly turning up a brow as he considered the little stunt to be too innocent for his liking. Not that he didn't like 'innocent', but Soda was going way overboard with that. The athlete didn't know what to say either, until the Greaser brought up standards, "Maybe. Just don't style your hair like your Greaser buddies and maybe you'll meet my standards. But you'll be needing one of this."
[/b] He brought up both hands to the breast of his jacket, pinching the fiber outwards to show that Sodapop needed a varsity jacket of his own to fit in. All alone with this troublemaker, Kevin knew he was walking on eggshells by bringing up the gay stuff again. But he couldn't resist, as if he wanted to get more information out of the teen. The Soc huffed to augment his disdain, if he was some kind of dragon out of hell there would have been smoking shooting out of his nostrils. "Hmph, I'll be the jud-- eh, I'm sure I've had better."[/b] He hurriedly corrected himself, not wanting to prove his dormant bisexual side. Shit, this fucking kid had the audacity to torment him like that. It wasn't fair and a human being could only take so much before giving up. Shifting his weight to the side, Kevin sighed and bowed his head, rubbing his temple from the debate going on in his mind. But Sodapop's words of calling the Soc a prostitute was treading the line of blasphemy; so the older male looked up with an annoyed stare. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant 'expensive' as in: I'm worth more than you. Whatever, kid, just forget it."[/b] He scratched the back of his head, and glanced over his shoulder to see if they were truly alone. Thankfully enough they were. After bringing a lie on how he had a current girlfriend, it seemed to obstruct Soda from saying anything else about relationships or anything of that sort. Hmm, that was something to think about and no doubt it bothered the Greaser to the point where Kev wanted to know more. So to reassure him and to encourage more talks of before, he continued, "Listen, my girl's a harridan, I don't like her but the sex makes up for it."[/b] Anon, he was digging himself a deeper hole by lying, but there was a reason why he was doing that and not because he wanted Soda to feel bad. The puzzle to that equation had to be solved along the way. The discussion switched over on the issue with Darrel primarily, but Sodapop was serious about defending his younger brother Ponyboy. It was amusing to see just how much he cared about them all. "Look, Soda, you don't know what I'm capable of doing. If you send Darry for me, I'm gonna kill him. I'm serious."[/b] He wasn't joking and his eyes were devoid of any emotion like before. There was a good chance he'd lose a fight with Darry, but since he wasn't a believer of playing a fair game - he'd more than likely kill him with his Thompson submachine gun. "Pony's a weakling, there's no doubt about it. Why do you care for him so much? I'm clearly the better person to side with."[/b] He was full of himself, but he didn't see family ties as important as Sodapop did. "If I win.... That's a good question."[/b] He didn't think about it, his instinct wanted to say how he'd be pleased by the mere conquest he had over him, but his lust overrode that decision. What would soon follow would be expressed in an entirely joking manner, but there was a good degree that he was serious in some way. Granted, if his Soc friends were around, he wouldn't have said this at all or implied anything it, "How about you gotta kiss me right here."[/b] He pointed to his lips, pressing them together and snickered sinisterly. Now with the fight going down, Kevin saw how much pain he managed to inflict in Sodapop by the way the boy was holding onto his torso. Though the Greaser had some superb hits on his enemy, Kevin wanted it up close and personal by tackling him on the ground. Accomplishing that, Kevin looked down, gritted his teeth together as his hands tried to remove the grip on his biceps with no success. Nails managed to burrow beneath the sleeves of his thin jacket and piece his skin, but not enough to break it. His screams and profanities was music to his ears though, and Kevin smiled, finding this position awkward in a sensual way. "Not a shot in hell you're gonna win. Are you getting turned on? Need me to relieve you down below?"[/b] He teased, trying to shift his hands into grabbing the kid's throat again. By doing so, he left himself open for an attack and a fist met his mouth, the momentum causing his teeth to break into his bottom lip and drew blood. It didn't phase him much, but he was pissed especially when he could taste the iron. Frustrated, he tried to grab Soda's by the collar and attempted to pull him up off the ground; then, he did his best to get an arm locked around his neck in a makeshift headlock. Mostly to blame on the drugs, Kevin was getting fatigue and it looked like Soda was going to beat his stamina. [/blockquote][/blockquote] tag - Soda words - 1,709 clothes - Explained, but click for referencenotes - I can vouch for that =3 I also don't usually write this much in a post lmao credits - RawrDinosaur@caution.[/size]
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Post by SODAPOP CURTIS on Apr 22, 2010 1:04:46 GMT -5
& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) [/center] Soda was sure he was getting to the blond boy and although he was happy he didn't want the Soc killing him. There was a chance of that of course for Socs didn't care. Greasers, well some of them had rules or at least principals. Maybe not Dally, after all he was pretty much a loose canon. He had been arrested for the first time at the age of ten. That was a true JD. There was really no better gang. No, there were good people on each side. Pony was a great kid and he couldn't see him turning into a hood, no Ponyboy had better plans for him. He was going to make something of himself, Soda was confident in that fact. Some people couldn't see how great of a kid he was but he truly was extraordinary. He had a certain kindness to him and he was a great fighter. Soda was proud of his kid brother and his older one for that matter.
Ponyboy had smarts, so did Darry. Soda just wasn't built for school, there were too many rules and he really couldn't concentrate. So he dropped out, he was sure Pony had to think badly of him but he just wasn't cut out for it. Soda ran a hand through his hair, annoyed that it kept falling into his face. He just wasn't used to it. He was probably the worst out of the Curtis brothers, not in fighting styles or anything like that, just in general. His other brothers had more to live for, more to do with their lives. He wasn't sure what he would even do when he turned eighteen but he figured he would decide sometime in the two years he had to wait. The boy watched the three, they had no rules. Socs never really did unless of course it was 'come out the victor' in which case they would do whatever they could to meet their ends. Some greasers lived that way but not Soda, he always fought fair until someone else broke the code.
He found himself wondering what the three would do if one of their so called buddies was in trouble? Would they help them? Maybe to keep their appearances up. It was a sad thing, Soda didn't like to think of it. He would do whatever it took to help any of his buddies not only because it was the right thing to do, no because they loved one another like brothers, no deeper bond as far as the boy was concerned. He didn't care who needed help, even if it was one of Tim Shepard's gang, he'd be there if he was asked and even if he wasn't asked. Sure some greasers were real hardcore JDs, violent and not the people you want to bring home to meet your parents but not Soda's gang. Maybe Dally, he didn't treat women with respect and he was a hard individual. That was the way he had learned to survive, it wasn't exactly a Cinderella story.
None of their stories were, none of them were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. None of them were given everything they could ever want, most of them came from harsh and abusive backgrounds. Though Soda imagined bad things happened everywhere, what was Kevin hiding? Did he have a pain within him? Did he long for something more in life? Soda stared into those eyes like eyes that seemed to hold a certain fire in them. Maybe he wanted something real in his life for once, after all he was surrounded by fakeness all the time. Fake friends, fake relationships... maybe he wanted someone to be real for once. Someone to love him, not for his money or for any other reason other than himself. Is that what Kevin wanted? Soda had no idea why he was even thinking such a ludicrous idea but he was. It had to do some damage, having nothing real in your life.
Maybe he was misinterpreting him, maybe he did have love. Maybe he didn't want anything other than to smash Soda's face in? He wasn't sure. After all he did have a girlfriend didn't he? He laughed softly trying to imagine himself changing into a Soc, not slicking his hair back or anything like that. It was ridiculous, he could never last like that. He tried to picture himself wearing a varsity jacket, it just wouldn't look right. In fact Soda would think himself downright ugly. Still he smiled, he could meet his standards if he just did those things? He wasn't sure he would have to do something like that, after all opposites attract don't they? There was no denying it and the two of them were very opposite. "Ehh, I don't think the colors would flatter me all that much." Soda was almost smiling, he was always a happy go lucky kind of guy. It was infectious to those who knew and loved him.
Sodapop was smiling even before Kevin began to say he'd be the judge, or at least he almost said it. All this sex talk was getting to him, it had been a while and he would willingly submit to dropping the fight and just going to fuck or fool around. He certainly wouldn't say no to that, it would be very exciting he had never went to bed with a Soc before. The thought was really enticing. He couldn't deny the fact that it would be fun, he ran a hand through his hair and moved forward just a bit. "I don't think you have, how will you ever know if you don't try it out," he flashed him the kind of dangerous grin that clearly said 'I'll do it right here in the alleyway.' His eyes conveyed that he wasn't kidding. Soda was spontaneous like that, he liked to be that way. Plans got in the way of fun. He smiled a smile that feigned innocence, "ohh, okay. Well I guess either way works." He wasn't supposed to be having this much fun. He was supposed to come here and confront him, not flirt with him but he guessed it didn't matter.
Soda looked utterly confused, he couldn't imagine staying with someone you couldn't stand. It didn't make sense to him, "why don't you break up with her? You can find more fun elsewhere." He couldn't imagine staying with someone just for sex, maybe if they weren't in a relationship it would be better. His eyes changed from a sweetness to utter hatred, "I wouldn't send him after you! You wouldn't! I wouldn't let you!" He snarled, his temper getting the better of him. It took a lot to really upset Soda but saying something like that? Darry was his world, he took care of him and Pony. They needed him, without him they were orphans, Soda grit his teeth he loved him more than the Soc could probably understand. He was his parent. He bit his lip, glory that hurt so much more than any strike he could have made against him.
Soda stared at him in complete disbelief, "he's not a weakling. He's a great kid, he's my brother. I love him more than I love myself. He's my family, he's all I have. He and Darry, that's it. All we have is each other, we take care of each other. I love them, they're worth more than I am." His eyes were blazing with fire, he didn't know why he poured so much of his heart into that but it just happened. He should have just shut up and not answered him, Kevin didn't need to know that his family was his whole world. He'd probably just try to use it against him. Something Soda would never stand for, not so soon after losing his parents. He bit his lip and turned away. He needed to collect himself, he needed to stay tough or else he wouldn't live through this fight. He needed to keep a cool exterior. Large brown eyes focused back on the man before him.
And he did cool down, to the best of his ability, it was hard not to when then man was telling him if he won he would get a kiss. He grinned, "fine by me." Soda would keep true to that whether Kev had been serious or not, that didn't matter. He grinned, he was glad his cronies were far gone. The blond seemed much more real when he was by his lonesome. The fight was pretty much even at the moment, both fairing well. Soda was in no way going to give up, even with a broken rib.
The boy fought back tears as the threatened to surface, he dug his nails deeper into the Soc. God damn he wasn't sure he could fair if his fucking broken rib was puncturing his lung. Thankfully, he was sure it wasn't right now. He grinned, "mmm baby you know it," he moaned. He socked the other in the face and felt Kevin grasp him by the collar and his world spun as he got him into a headlock. The boy struggled a bit and threw an elbow back into the sturdy Soc, hoping his aim was accurate and it dug into his gut. If not he wasn't sure what else he could really do, he aimed a few more elbows into him, hoping at least once it hit what he thought to be a weak spot.
Breathing so shallow wasn't doing well for Soda, he wanted this over quickly. He wasn't sure what he would tell his brothers when he got home but he would have to go to the hospital he was sure. It would be worth it he guessed. The blond kept him into positions where he was rendered submissive. He hoped his blows would have some affect.
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Post by kevin on Apr 22, 2010 15:17:21 GMT -5
In some way, this kid was different from other Greasers, but he still managed to piss him off like any other ordinary punk. They didn't do anything to impress the Socs, but then again the higher classed crowd were pretty narrow minded and picky about everything. They craved nothing below perfection and that simply made them better in every single way. These disheveled bandits were nothing more than commonplace criminals trying to spread their filth wherever they went. Kevin hypothesized that Greasers were lower than animals -- and conducted an experiment in which a horde of Socs victimized another large band of their enemies. After somewhat of a rumble, Kevin lead the forefront by ordering a Greaser to eat the dirt he was kneeling on. The abused youngster refused and was castigated for not following instructions. It didn't surprise the blond when the kid put the mud into his mouth, doing as he was told. Kevin remarked by saying that animals wouldn't do such a thing, proving his point that Greasers were the lowest of the low. They had no future and they lived such dreary lives, it was surprising they still managed to thrive like modern day pests.
In the shoes of a Socialite, winning was everything-- honor, not so much as long as one strove for first place. It was prejudicial, but being the best of the best gave them that inalienable right. It was funny seeing any Greaser shackling themselves onto something honorable, but that didn't do anything to minimize the stigma of their prestige - if they even had one. With the positives, there had to be the negatives to being such a noteworthy citizen. Socs only helped one another just to show that they shouldn't be messed around with. It was an act of obligation, but remove any external stimuli observing them and the Socs wouldn't even think about caring for another of their kind. So what if the guy or gal next to them was rich? What would one benefit in helping him or her out? Was it for ethical gratification? Their egos and self interest went beyond the norms and Kevin knew this was true to heart. Socs were more inclined to act on their compulsions rather than outdated mores such as caring for a fellow member of their group. It toughened him up, turned his hide to withstand subjection, he was no foreigner to pain but he knew he was trapped in a false world. His parents wouldn't give two shits about him and his friends didn't hold the respect for him other than the 'surface materialistic shine'. He grew numb to misery; the world he saw simply lacked the color his eyes perceived.
Kev managed to masquerade his hurt to some degree, but tonight he wasn't doing a good job at it. It was Soda's presence alone that created a fissure in the blond's facade and his blue eyes were starting to make his inner affliction known. Violence was often the method of choice used to quell the drama he continuously faced, which was ironic considering he perpetuated the cycle on a daily basis. Self medicating wasn't too bad either and although his inebriation came with a fatal price, life was too short anyways. Like any opponent he faced, he wanted to beat up Sodapop, but there was also a clashing proclivity that conceived a feeling of attraction with the other young man. They differed in every single way, but there was something he wasn't seeing that made him want to uncover what was supplying these exotic sensations in his mind. The macho athlete didn't have a girlfriend, but more courtesans if they could be referred that way. Relationship with another man was something all too new for him, but he wasn't sure if that's really what he wanted... or more specifically needed with Soda. Imagine all the ridicule both would have to face, Kevin couldn't live like that. He refused to be himself, he'd rather prefer to live all the lies he was used to. The blond was also certain this Greaser wouldn't give up what he was and try to transform himself into a Soc. Picturing him wearing a varsity jacket wasn't a bad thing and it would be something analogous to a child wearing his father's military helmet - nothing short of cute.
If Kevin tried to fit in with the Greaser crowd, that would be too awkward for him. Plus, he doubted they would accept him even if he bribed them with his entire life savings. It was something to consider, but appeared extremely farfetched. The Soc looked down at his jacket once more, swiping away a bit of lint which clung onto the strong fiber, "I think you'll look good in this. But whatever suits your fancy,"
[/b] He wasn't trying to convert him, it took a lot to become a Soc as it took a lot to become a Greaser. There was something about the kid's smile which managed to alleviate a portion of the pain stuck in his body; it comforted him a little, reducing the anger he he held onto for his power. It weakened him, bringing forth a sigh to escape his lips as he tried to keep his mind off it. The sexual innuendo wasn't helping and Kevin was starting to become frustrated, but he didn't show it. He was now thinking about forgetting about this fight overall and just getting this over with by making love with him. Even if it was just out of basic human lust, it didn't matter, as long as he got something out of the experience. He blasphemed under his breath, wanting to kick himself in the behind for thinking these dirty thoughts. Still, he observed Sodapop with a near coy gaze and felt compelled to feel his brown soft strands of hair, the visualization made him bite his bottom lip. "Maybe some other time..."[/b] He returned his words with a platitude, not sure what else to say about it. He looked away, sort of shy and his hands turned cold so he hid them in his jacket pockets. But good Lord that boy's smile was something he couldn't avoid looking at and he could see that he was trying to mindfuck him into dropping his pants. The suspense was killing him and the decisions stacked tremendously, his skin started to crawl and he found himself looking down to hide a nervous look of delight on his face. He was buying it, but he felt so stupid if he would speak the truth. His lips were turning dry and he wet them, looking back at the Greaser and exhaled slowly to calm himself. This was going to be the death of him, he couldn't believe he was lining himself up for a crack shot. Soda knew how to manipulate him and the worst thing was that Kevin allowed it. These two were polar opposites, they were almost conditioned from birth to hate each other and now there was an illusion of them actually living in harmony? The blond started to think if he accidentally mixed his cocaine with a hallucinogen, but the side effects were different. Kevin was deep in thought and time appeared to go in slow motion, looking at Soda he frowned a little after hearing about the supposed 'girlfriend' he lied to him about, "I could, maybe. You're right, as much as I hate to say it."[/b] He acquiesced, suddenly thinking about how he would have to deal with telling the Greaser the truth if they became an item. Everything went to hell when the mentioning of his other brothers were brought up and no doubt Kev plucked the wrong strings, "But you just said you would tell him if I messed with you guys. Make up your mind."[/b] He retaliated, seeing just how important his family was to him. His thoughts about Ponyboy didn't change even after Soda spoke so highly about him; all Kevin could do was roll his eyes and cross his arms, pretending like he was listening when he really wasn't. "Blah, blah, blah, that's all I fucking hear right now. Who gives a shit about family?"[/b] He was brash about it, but he had good reason to. Everything seemed better when the two of them talked about more sensual stuff than this, but it was too late to go back now. If Soda really wanted him dead, then so be it. Destiny was destiny. Kev prepared for it, letting both hands hang at his side, balling his fists until his knuckles turned white. The blond really wasn't serious when he told the gentle teen that he could kiss him on the lips, but that was more of a sexual compulsion than anything. The Soc only shrugged, not wanting to feed more into that discussion on the deal they unofficially constituted. Kevin didn't notice that his true colors were shining when he was away from his friends, so that was something to bear in mind. With the fight now in session, the athlete had the advantage, but Soda was holding his ground like a true warrior. His nails which continued to stab into Kevin's wrist made the Soc yell out painfully through clenched teeth. It hurt like a bitch and the blond tried to get that claw-like grip off his arms as best he could. No doubt this dominant position on top of Soda was intimate and Kevin purposely made it so, his face also was at close proximity where he could almost see the pores in the boy's skin. Blue eyes fell to look at his lips for a split second, not appreciating the words that beguiled him, "Call me 'baby' one more time and I'll make you cry like one after I'm done fucking you."[/b] He spat bitterly, pulling the Greaser up off the ground to try to keep him in a headlock. Kev planned to cut off the blood supply in the kid's brain by restricting the arteries in his neck, but the kid wasn't going down that easy. He made his reprisal by drilling his elbow into his lower abdomen, some of which were directed on his scar. Like Achilles' heel, he let go of Sodapop, wailing out in pain and grasped his waist, backing off and away from the Greaser. "Jesus, okay, stop. I had enough. Just stop."[/b] He didn't say anything about quitting or losing, but he didn't want to fight anymore. He leaned back against the wall and pulled his shirt up, looking at the scar and saw a patch of red. He returned his sights back at Soda and saw that he also took a beating of his own. [/blockquote][/blockquote] tag - Soda words - 1,799 clothes - Explained, but click for referencenotes - Looks like things will get steamy following this post haha credits - RawrDinosaur@caution.[/size]
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Post by SODAPOP CURTIS on Apr 22, 2010 23:16:57 GMT -5
& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) [/center] Soda shrugged, he wasn't too sure he would ever even try on a varsity jacket. It was a strange thought, though perhaps even stranger was Kevin dressing as a greaser. He couldn't imagine the blond slicking his hair back, donning a leather jacket, and walking around with a cig dangling from his lips. He would be tough, like Dally. A lot of people looked up to Dallas, a lot of greasers did and others simply feared him. Soda had to think it was the same way with Kevin, he was sure that the boy was seen the same way in his own gang. He was strong willed. Soda was easy going and gentle, he was always laughing and happy. He loved everyone more than he hated. He was always trying to make people smile and trying to find the fun in life. He doubted Kevin was the same way, they were so different and maybe that was the reason he was finding himself so attracted to the blond boy.
Maybe it would be better to just call off the fight, he was now feeling rather connected to Kevin. He wanted to be connected to him in another way. His soft eyes focused on the man and he wondered if he really would sleep with him for he was sure he would sleep with the Soc. Right now, he would let him take him. He wouldn't even care, he was too passionate about things. He always got way too involved, going headfirst into everything. He'd do it right here in the alleyway it wasn't like Soda minded. The boy knew he was being ridiculous and his need to feel loved was overshadowing his common sense. Soda was a rather emotional person when it came down to it, though those emotions were usually very positive though when something was eating at him he more than likely kept it to himself unless he spilled it to one of his brothers or Steve. Unless of course he was jazzed for a fight, then boy oh boy did he let it known.
He couldn't stop thinking about calling off the fight and just moving things to a more intimate level. Though he was here on Ponyboy's behalf and that meant more than he did. Both of his brothers did, he knew they would take up for him any day. Though Soda wouldn't have wanted them to, he liked to fight his own battles, unless of course he was being ganged up on. Though for the most part Soda held his own in fights. He knew Pony would not have been able to take this Soc on, there was no way. The bad part was that he would try too, he would try his best to beat Kevin and he would go down trying. The boy frowned, he was proud of his brother, he knew he would never back down from a fight though sometimes it was a better idea. Sometimes you had to walk away from a fight though it was not this day. Soda wouldn't back down, no matter how much he'd rather be kissing or something along those lines. He was really getting rather ancy with all this sex talk.
He wondered if they could actually ever be in a relationship, he tried to imagine it and it made him grin. Kevin would hate him. Soda loved being in relationships, he would be so happy. The boy loved being affectionate and he was sure that Kevin would hate that especially in public. He thought it would be pretty funny but he knew they would help level each other out. Overall, no matter how strange it seemed he thought it would be really amazing. Somehow he could see it working almost and he didn't know why. He bit his lip gently and looked down, thinking about things like that before fighting the man was not very wise. He looked back up to Kevin, pushing the thoughts out of mind for the moment.
All this talk about blow jobs was seeming to take an effect on Kevin and Soda just couldn't help but laugh a little. He listened as Kev told him maybe later and he couldn't help but be a little surprised. Maybe the Soc was just teasing him like Soda had been doing to him only moments before or maybe Kevin was the type to lead Soda blindly into his bedroom and beat the tar out of him when he was rendered defenseless. The boy frowned, he didn't think even Kevin would do something like that though you never knew. It wasn't like Sodapop knew Kevin on a personal level, though he still didn't really care, he would do it without hesitation. It was fun and Soda would do anything he considered fun. He watched the man look away in almost a shy sort of manner and he quirked a brow, though still smiling. So maybe the Soc was serious? He felt his face flush a little at the thought of the boy before him thinking of the same thing he was.
He nodded, it would be better to let the girl down a bit nicer especially if they weren't getting along. He and Sandy had been great with one another, truly great. Though maybe that hadn't been good enough for her for she still two timed him and she still left. Soda couldn't imagine ever doing that to someone, it was horrible. He would break up with them before even looking at another person. He may have been very flirtatious but cheating was something he could never do. Soda could never hurt someone like that, could Kevin? Glory, why did he keep coming back to the Soc? He was sure that the blond had cheated on past lovers as Socs normally did do things like that. Though maybe he was wrong, maybe he was faithful and loving. He nearly laughed it was hard to picture such a tough high class man being so tender. He bit down on his lip much harder than he had meant to, "I didn't mean it like that. I meant if you ever said any of that around him, he'd never stand for it. I fight my own battles, I'd never send Darry to fight mine." That really wouldn't be the right thing to do. If you couldn't fight your own fights you weren't worth anything.
Soda frowned, the form of displeasure looked strange on his face, "I don't know how you feel about your family but mine really is all I got. I don't know how you think or how you feel about your parents but Darry is my parent. He watches over me and provides for me, I love him. If you don't have family, you have nothing," he finished. He would be nowhere with out the support of his brothers. They loved him no matter what he did, he could murder their best buddy and they would love him all the same. You couldn't fake bonds like that. He knew he could always count on them, sure he didn't have tuff cars or even a nice amount of money but he didn't need it if they were with him. He clenched his own fists, no one talked about his family. He swallowed hard, releasing his hands and breathing a soft sigh.
The fight was certainly picking up there was no doubt about that, the two were matching each other in stamina rather well. Soda had a broken rib and he could feel a nice shiner forming on his cheek. The Soc had gotten him to the ground with ease, he could feel the cold concrete beneath him but his gaze focused on the Soc just centimeters away from his face. He remained quiet as Kevin spat the words at him, his eyes conveying what Soda believed to be anger. Though the words he uttered only seemed to make Soda excited, strangely enough. It was an unusual statement to get aroused from, maybe it was just the way he snarled it to him or maybe it was the words themselves or how angry he seemed. "Do your worst then baby, can't wait," his voice was barely above a whisper. It wasn't a smart move to speak such a way during a fight but he couldn't help himself. Soon though he threw a punch and Kevin took it.
They were back to standing and Kevin was controlling the boy beneath him, cutting off his air and blow flow. His ribs were aching something like he never felt and the breaths he was forced to take were even worse. He drove his elbow back as hard as he could, as many times as he could until he felt the Soc release him and stumble away. Soda, who was now released, was breathing heavily regretting ever single intake of air. He clutched his side and turned back to strike him again when he heard him speak. The boy's face wavered with a hint of his familiar self and he backed off. It wasn't an official surrender but it would do, when your opponent hollered uncle you backed off. He had heard the other yelling out in pain and he got a glimpse of what was ailing him when he lifted his shirt.
It looked like a stab wound, it was the very place that Soda had been hitting him. As far as he was concerned the fight was over, one hand remained clutching his side. His breathing was battered and as shallow as he could possibly make it. He eyed the blond and moved in closer to him. The fight was over and he would return back to his normal happy self. A hand reached out and without even thinking of what the Soc would do he pressed his soft cold hand to the wound. Soda did things like that, he invaded personal space if he thought it would help the person. Not even thinking once that it could upset or piss off the Soc. In fact that was most likely what it would do but the soft mannered boy let his hand rest for a moment before removing as gently as he had placed it there. "I think you broke a rib," he gave him a wry grin, he hardly ever talked to anyone after fighting them but there was something about him.
He was rather close to him and knew that he had a good chance of being pushed away but he didn't really seem to care. Despite the pain his eyes returned to holding the laughter they always did, it was like his key to life.
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Post by kevin on Apr 23, 2010 20:17:46 GMT -5
Life was all about trying new things and since he has never been in a relationship with a person of the same gender, this would be an insane transition of his life. He knew he wasn't completely faithful throughout his relationships, he was greedy after all. It wasn't like he deliberately did it to hurt anyone, well... to some women he did because they only used him for his money and for their own gains. He didn't think Soda would be that type of person, plus he had an extraordinary sense of humor, something which hanging around other Soc friends lacked. He wasn't comparing Soda in that extreme sense, he was merely stipulating that all the people Kevin associated with always took humor in a different fashion. Beating someone up was considered funny to them and Kevin could attest. But Soda had a more callow theme to jokes, not the savage genre of levity the Socs had. Maybe if the Greaser was the paradigm model he figured to be, he could practice strengthening his fidelity with him -- that is if they ever get into a serious relationship. But living in a place like Tulsa, where everyone knew something about everyone, that was a careful risk. The blond didn't want to be classified as 'homosexual' despite his rather 'open' view on things. That sort of intimate stuff had to remain private and picturing them out together in public would have to be constrained into nothing more than platonic friendship.
Curiously, he wondered if the first class life he was living was truly the life destined for him. It would give the Thompson family a bad name; he was supposed to help in the design of more firearms - weapons that killed people. What a glorious life wasn't it? But what the hell did he care about his family if they didn't really give him much of a second's notice. If a person insulted Kevin that he wasn't loved as a child, that was bone chillingly true. Lest, it signified that handing him money for all the things he wanted and needed in life was love. If he surrendered his future to join Soda and his friends as a Greaser, he wouldn't be accepted - especially with all the drama and hurt storm he had been giving them for a long time. Why should they forgive him now? Besides that, he couldn't see himself slicking his hair where it shined in the sun, he would have to trade his varsity jacket for a leather one, plus he'd have to lose his money. Donate it probably. He really wanted Soda to be part of the Socs, at least it would be more plausible if Kev were to split an unbiased portion of money to make him full of riches. Whatever the case may be, he'd have to give it more detailed thought later - right now wasn't the time for it. He was in here for a fight and if Soda were to have taken advantage of his vulnerability, Kevin would be doomed at least at until he returned from his mental stupor. Arguably, he didn't feel like fighting anymore, he just wanted to talk for some strange reason. The kid was engaging in their brief conversations and Kev wanted to know more.
They looked at each other for some time, ice cold blue meeting the warmth of deep bold mahogany. Poetically, they acted as a foil to another, the disparity between them made their behaviors and attitudes shine even more than it did with their cognate lackeys. If he could have any other way, yes - he'd rather end up sharing a bed with the Greaser for the night. Maybe even a week if things worked out between them, probably more if it did. It was the basic machinations of the human mind that made him hesitate if a situation ever took place, thinking if everything was real. Already he felt a bond albeit distant, he was consensual to take it on a more affectionately profound level - only if Soda was willing and allowed him to. That damn smile Soda gave, some measure of clairvoyance or sheer sensitive intellect told him that the teen really wanted Kevin in every single way. Needed maybe, just as much as the Soc longed for him. Right now, he was confused, he really wanted to fight the guy and make him drown on his own blood. But there was a conflicting force within him that altered his current cogitation. He wanted to embrace the neat looking male, to feel him and keep him for his own. If only social class and clans didn't exist, it would make this whole thing easier and he'd give Sodapop a good feel up. Kev wouldn't act on his lustful impulse and would let nature take its course. He already knew that he was playing with fire by bugging Ponyboy and all the Greasers he pissed off in the past. A fight was inevitable. It has been a while ever since he had good sex, but fights seemed to make up for it.
This was an omission though, his hands trembled slightly, moving back and forth into making fists and keeping them loose. Failing to resist it, Kev took his last few precious significant seconds to give Sodapop's figure one final looksie and boy did he want to explore under that clean white shirt with his hands. He nearly had to keep himself from salivating like Pavlov's dog again. But since the blond pretty much signed his call to battle, there was no turning back. The Soc vaguely surmised that the Greaser was more than likely thinking about the same thing just as he did. Blow jobs, sex, relationships, it was screaming at him through eye contact and Kev pretended like he didn't notice it when he really did. The impudence of thinking it was going to kill him one of these days and Kevin didn't want to die young -- especially when he was finally enjoying life for what it really was. He needed to be cured of this falseness and he had a hard time trusting that this kid may very well be his own cure. The blond could see the torment stirring up in the teenager, it was undeniable now. Despite him not being upfront about his forbidden desires, now that he was alone, he tried to allude to it. He just wasn't sure if Sodapop would distinguish it as truth or guile. In the darkness, with a spotlight focused entirely on the both of them, Kev didn't see the pallor in his cheeks fade, but if he did that would give him a clearer idea just what Soda really preferred out of this scene. The athlete just hoped that by lying about having a girlfriend wouldn't detriment whatever relationship he and the Greaser would have down the road. But he had good reason in keeping the truth to himself, he just wanted to see how it would go.
Needless to say he would feel guilty in the end and saw the damages done. Since it was part of his spoiled gene to be the cheating type in relationships, he would do his best to keep himself to remain with him and only him. The Soc just didn't want their partnership to be exposed to anyone else, and if Soda's brothers knew about this - Kevin would believe it would be safer if they just remain 'friends... with benefits'. The boy cleared up the issue by explaining more about an example with the older Curtis brother Darry. There was nothing implied whether the guy would fight his own battles because he wanted to confront Kevin himself for what they possibly had or something else. This was raising some serious hell in his mind, "Alrighty, if you say so, kid."
[/b] He answered, his shoulders bouncing slightly. The dialogue about family didn't really strike anything in the sportsman and his face remained blank... uncaring. "Well, the rest of the Thompsons don't care about me... so I guess I have nothing, right?"[/b] There was some bitterness in there, almost like he was offended, especially in the last statement. His face seemed to support his disdain in the kid's words. "I have the money, the power, the girls, the mansion, the car... I mean, I think I'm set for life."[/b] He knew that was a lie, but he just had to say it to dick measure his ego. He finally came to a conclusion that he was seriously missing a large halve of his life: Soda. The fight was on and Kevin felt like he was waiting for years for it. Though he wanted to draw first blood, the look on his face made him more emotionally upset than infuriated. He was angry, but it was more of a frustrated sadness in his eyes and lips that showed how much he wanted to protest in fighting. Though the Soc had the high ground and he managed to put in some critical hits on his enemy, Kev knew that loving Soda was a pipe dream. Well, for them to be together required effort from both sides. When he was on top of the kid, he nearly smiled, thinking that the Greaser had given up, but not even close, "I'll make you bleed."[/b] Again, a sexual undertone implying he fucks harder than he bites. It was debatable, whether Kevin's 'loss' was caused by his drug withdrawal or his sexual attraction towards Sodapop, but he didn't admit to losing nor did he say anything about throwing in the towel. Evidently both sides were lacking the physical strength and were taking in huge portions of air to replenish their energy. Still, the pang in his lower abdomen stung nonstop that he was worried he was internally bleeding or something. Leaning against the wall, he inspected the injury and felt a sudden need for an icepack. "Grr-goddamn that hurts."[/b] He swore through clenched teeth, glancing over at Soda trying to judge his current condition. Instead of calming down, his pulse was racing as he watched the pretty boy close in on him... slowly. Each step driving a knife into his heart. But when the teen was close enough to press a freezing hand to the site of the wound - everything around him shattered. At the exact second as skin and skin touched, he exhaled sharply, looking into Soda's eyes with mild sorrow. The Soc didn't do anything to defend or reflect that hand away, he let it happen and looked down to see if this was really happening to him. It was. His body suddenly turned tense and the hairs on his arm stood up. When Soda's hand slowly pulled away, he reached out quickly to hold it. Feeling the soft flesh with his thumb, "Please... can you-- listen, forgi- look-"[/b] He had trouble piecing together words due to his nervousness and his eyes portrayed that rather well when he looked at the other. "I'm sorry."[/b] He slowly pulled Soda closer to him, letting go of his hand and wasn't reclusive at all when he decided to go for a more extreme location. A hand snuck around to grip Soda's ass, feeling the perfectly round shape through the denim of the boy's jeans. Jesus, he couldn't believe he was falling this quick. He sighed, depressed, looking down at the ground as he let go; he couldn't cry, his eyes refused to, but for the first time he could finally feel. After all, life was all about trying new things. [/blockquote][/blockquote] tag - Soda words - 1,936 clothes - Explained, but click for referencenotes - Notice how I began and ended this post with a theme of 'trying new things'. God these two are awesome, you make Soda one of the few characters I care about. Bravo to you :3 credits - RawrDinosaur@caution.[/size]
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Post by SODAPOP CURTIS on Apr 25, 2010 18:50:43 GMT -5
& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) [/center] Soda felt a connection to him, it was unlike any other that he had ever felt with another greaser. He wondered if that was the reason, the fact that he was a soc, that he felt the connection on a more electric field. Even though they were set against each other, could they really form a bond? A relationship? The boy was sure of it. That was Sodapop Curtis, he believed in a lot of things and if he believed he and Kevin Thompson could be with one another romantically or sexually for that matter then certainly it could happen. Could he care for Kevin? He was certain he could. The two of them were so unique and different Soda was sure that sort of chemistry would work. A faint smile was evident, he believed he could be happy with the soc. The very soc he had come to fight. The whole of Tulsa would be against them, not just socs were against any sort of homosexual behavior. No, most of it was driven into them by their parents. That would be the hardest to overcome. Children, even teenagers could change their views but adults were set in their ways. Soda would have liked the challenge but not when it came to matters of the heart.
His brothers knew that Soda was rather open when it came to sexuality and he was sure that they would support him. Soda was sure if he brought Kevin home both brothers would be sore. The boy doubted that even they would be happy for them. Especially not Pony, glory would he be mad or what? Sodapop knew he'd be hurt more than anything and he wouldn't be able to dig that. Though Soda felt a certain sexual attraction between them like no other one. He couldn't place it, maybe it was because they were about fight or maybe it was the connection either way he was sure he'd rather be fucking than fighting. He had to constantly remind himself he was fighting for Ponyboy, his kid brother who was real upset about being pestered. Family was everything, at least in Soda's eyes and in the eyes of most greasers. You took care of your brothers.
He knew if somehow they ended up together, Kev would want to keep it quiet. It would be for the best but Soda couldn't keep something like that from his brothers, it just wasn't right. He wasn't sure why he was giving it so much thought. After all, it was farfetched. Despite the crude comments and the sure sexual tension between them, could they really have something? He grinned, golly Darry would never approve if they did. That was the fun of it though. The conversation was led a bit darker, talk of his family reminded him of what separated them. To Sodapop family was the only thing he had and to Kevin it was the only thing he didn't have. Their worlds were different but that only made him more determined to be in Kevin's. The laughter was void from his soft brown eyes and he fixated on Kevin's gaze. Could he need him too? Did he need him? The look the boy wore made Sodapop think he did. Maybe that was the way things were supposed to be, they needed one another. Kevin needed to be loved for once in his life, the kind of love that didn't covet or feign and Soda needed stability, the driving force of someone to help balance and care for him. Yet here they were getting ready for a skin fight, something he never turned down, something he actually looked forward to.
Both knew they would be fighting, though maybe they both knew they'd rather crawl into bed with one another. Soda couldn't deny that he would rather, his eyes flashed a bit. If there were no greasers or socs things would have probably happened a lot differently. Soda wondered if that would have been better, there would be no fighting. Though nothing could be that easy if there were no socs and greasers there would be something else going on, he was sure of it. No town could live in harmony, people were too different. There would be something else horrible going on. Soda wasn't sure he would change it, he belonged as a greaser. Maybe he would change it just for his brothers' sakes. Then again what would Dally do without a gang to back him up or Johnny without a place to belong. He knew dwelling on such thoughts weren't going to help anyone when nothing was going to change.
"Maybe you have more than I do," he shrugged, "I guess it all depends on the person and what you value. I have nothing but my family and that's all I need. I'm happy, are you?" It was more of a statement than a question, he didn't think Kevin was very happy but maybe he was just fine with his material things and no one caring for him. Though due to the bitterness laced through his voice Soda didn't think so. Still, Kevin had more money than Soda would ever even see in his life maybe he really was better off. Though he couldn't imagine living without the love of his family and friends, "well good, you're all set. You have more money than I could even really imagine. More everything and if you can get past it without the love of your family than you really stronger than I am. Cause if I were in our shoes I'd trade it all for a loving family but I guess that's what set us apart." His voice was soft, almost sad. He was sure that Kevin wanted to be loved, who didn't? The fight went surprisingly fast, Soda was surprised at how fast it all went by.
Both sides had suffered injuries, though when he was tackled to the ground he could hardly contain himself. He wanted to wrap his legs around the Soc above him and dare to make him bleed right there. Despite how very outgoing he was he had to contain himself, though it didn't kill the arousal now obvious in the boy. He swallowed hard and fought as hard as he could. Though the cracked rib slowed him down something awful, still he came out the victor. He wasn't sure he could have predicted it himself, though he had seen why. The blond had what appeared to be a wound made by a knife or something like it. He felt a surge of guilt for attacking what he accurately believed to be a weak spot. It was a bit strange for Sodapop for feeling guilty for hurting someone while fighting. He cursed himself. He grinned, his eyes were smiling brightly and he was the same boy he had been when he first started teasing the older boy.
He was utterly surprised when the other boy allowed him to press his hand to where the wound was. Though Soda was sure he looked even more shocked when he felt Kevin grab his hand and hold it. He looked up to him, listening to him fumble over words. Sodapop smiled, taking a soft breath, "I'm sorry too." It felt like a fire was lit within him when he felt his hand come to rest on his ass, he could no longer hide his excitement. The soc removed his hand and Soda pressed his own body against the blond. He leaned up a little on the balls of his feet, he wrapped his arms around the man's neck and pressed their lips together. He ignored the obvious pain caused from his broken rib by leaning up and kissed him. He didn't even care if he'd get his ass kicked again for this, it was like someone set something off. He had never felt something so right. His mind was diverted from the hospital and he pulled away, "let's go to your place." Soda was always pretty decisive. When he decided on something no matter if it's a bad idea or he didn't think it through he just goes with it.
WORDS,, 1,363 TAGGED,, Kevin OUTFIT,, CLICK MUSIC,, Get out alive`` three days grace NOTES,, XD Sorry for the delay I was at the Poconos! Also sorry for the shortness lmao. It was awesome! I totally agree, I think they're just amazing together o.o they just so are. I agree like crazy, Kevin is the same way for me, I hardly ever really care about another character like this. I always look forward to replying XDDD TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
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