NOTHIN' BUT A HOUND DOG (PONY)

[kevin]

12:29 PM

On a day like this, nothing beat having burgers, fries, and ice cream. Okay, some would complain it wasn't a healthy diet, but Kevin didn't take that into account. He did drugs and banged dames, sometimes even both simultaneously - that wasn't healthy either. But he didn't drive all the way down to Windrixville for Dairy Queen, he actually suggested a few women to meet him there and pass time by using flattery and pick up lines just so he could get laid. He wasn't one who took relationships seriously, in fact he didn't take relationships in general to be considered serious. He loved to fool around and do things his way. The other Socials never had a problem with how extreme he was in debauchery, but after all - morals were often the thing that set them apart from other people... such as the Greasers and whatnot. It really didn't take much to be a social elite, just some money and a head held high in life.

Perhaps Kevin didn't know what it was like to be poor, so he really couldn't portray himself in a homeless man's shoes. He never really wanted to anyways. His sleek maroon 1965 Corvette zoomed into the parking lot of the Dairy Queen and already he saw about three gorgeous women waiting next to one of their cars. Elvis Presley's Hound Dog blared in the stereo, loud enough for a person a block away to hear the lyrics as if Elvis himself was jamming on stage in person. Pulling into a vacant spot not far from where the group of girls were, Kevin shut off his car and turned to face his welcoming party. His eyes were concealed with a pair of dark aviator shades and his genuine perfect smile was bright enough to make all the women blush. In all honesty, the Soc was borderline narcissistic and he had no qualms what other people thought about him.

He does this to make people jealous or to give urgency for others to follow in his footsteps, to give the Socials a sort of invincible image. The superior model citizen which society favored over people like Greasers who had no fortunate future. "Good afternoon, ladies." He greeted in this cliche Hollywood inspired manner, an arm hanging off the side of the driver's side door while the females approached him slowly with each step in unison. Once they were close enough, they all grinned, trying their best not to squeal in total exaggeration because they knew if they retrieved Kevin's permission, they would have a surefire chance to get into his party. And the blond man had the power to decide, after all he regularly hosted parties at his residence. Many students often spoke highly of such special events even weeks after it took place and each was in no way stale or even close to being boring.

"Hi, Kev." A brown haired girl standing in the middle of the group returned the greeting, while the others carried their handbags and purses to keep themselves occupied. All of them took their time to look good on this 'date', just so they could impress Kevin and that was an added plus for the Social to consider inviting them. "Took you long enough," An obvious upset blond responded bitterly; it was true though, Kev had made them wait for ten minutes just to see if they were really into going to his party. It wasn't the wisest thing for the woman to say, and her friends were expressing mild shock to her attitude. The guy couldn't blame here though, "Aw, come on. I'm sorry. Why don't I make up for it by buying you pretty dames lunch? Is that alright with y'all?" He was going to buy them lunch anyway, but anything to please these girls from turning into a pack of rabid hyenas.

Minutes later, after ordering their lunch, they stood around their cars eating and conversing, but Kevin was the one mostly doing the talking, which wasn't common for guys like him to do with the ladies. To keep the mood positive, some song by Bill Haley & His Comets' was playing out in the distance. Kevin was finally done talking and he focused on pigging out on his burgers and fries to prevent them from going cold. Looking around, he saw that the place was somewhat busy, but there wasn't any notable Socialite figures around save for himself. There were Greasers giving him dirty looks, but nothing serious enough for him to walk over and start a fight. Like a knight in shining armor, his ocean blue varsity jacket was considered sacred and he was paranoid about getting it dirty. His female companions didn't really care for mindless chit-chat, they just wanted to know if they were invited or not, which Kevin didn't exactly get to just yet. But, being the dick that he was - he made them wait just so they could whine to him about it. Let the eyerolling commence.

tag - Ponyboy
words - 838
clothes - Explained, but click for reference
notes - Hope this works out for ya :]
credits - RawrDinosaur@caution.[/size]

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A long day alone, emptiness is so real
Never having peace of mind
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Pony woke up to the grinning face of his brother Soda, "c'mon Pony, wake up!" The fourteen year old pulled himself into a sitting position, he didn't dare to ask what time it was for the sun was barely up. By the looks of it, Sodapop must have had off from work for he was clad in jeans and a t shirt instead of his regular work uniform. The boy stifled a yawn, trying to focus his gaze on the excited boy before him. That was the thing about Soda, it didn't matter what time of the day it was, the kid was always riled up. The handsome boy was humming to himself, "go get ready, we're going on a road trip."

The boy swung his legs over the bed, not surprised in the slightest. His brother was very spontaneous, even if he had plans arranged he was quite forgetful when it came to things like that. Ponyboy headed into the bathroom where he took a cold shower as fast as he could, trying to wake himself up a bit more. The youth found himself wondering if Darry knew about this little adventure and finally settled that he didn't really care. It was Soda's idea anyway and Darry never got mad at him so as far as the youngest brother could see it was fine. After standing one more moment under the icy water the greaser got out form the shower and dried off quickly pulling on a pair of rugged jeans and a worn plaid shirt.

Turning to the mirror, he examined himself for a bit, wishing he looked more like his brother who was now singing form the kitchen. Though he was very happy with his hair, as far as he was concerned it was the tuffest thing about him. He slicked it back and went to join Soda in the kitchen where he promptly turned down a piece of purple French toast. Soda always liked to experiment and Pony wasn't sure he could stomach it this morning. He watched Soda jump up then and head outside, leaving the door unlocked of course in case any of the gang needed a place to stay. That's how it always was, they figured they really didn't have much to steal and their gang meant more to them.

The brunette boy followed after the reckless teen who was getting into their souped up car. Pony frowned just a little, Darry had to know then or he wouldn't have left the car for them. He climbed in the passenger's seat and buckled quickly as he heard Soda rev the engine and speed off. Soda, as he was with everything else in life was a very reckless driver. He was notoriously fast and enjoyed the thrill. Ponyboy grabbed for a cigarette and lit it while rolling the window down. "So you mind tellin' me where we're exactly goin'?" he breathed, smoke pouring from his mouth.

"Oh yeah, sorry Pony, we're goin' to a little town called Windrixville. Steve'll be up there," he nodded and Pony suddenly felt a little less excited. "Drag racin maybe," Pony couldn't see his eyes but he was sure they were glinting with that familiar spark. The boy spoke no more, juts taking a long drag from his cigarette. He knew Steve would be a little less than happy to see him there. Soda took a very sharp turn causing the tip to break off and fall on the boy's leg. Pony cussed loudly, trying to put it out. He heard his brother speak a genuine apology.

The ride to Windrixville was a rather long on but Pony listened to Soda sing Elvis and beat loudly on the steering wheel as he did so. 'Shake, Rattle and Roll' came on the radio and Ponyboy was suddenly realizing how hungry he was, especially that a Dairy Queen was now in sight. "Hey Soda, mind dropping me off at that Dairy Queen? I'm half starved." The boy driving pulled over out front of it, "sure, want me to stay with you?" Ponyboy was already shaking his head, "Nah, go on and meet Steve, just come back for me in a little." With that he got out from the car and tossed his spent weed to the ground. Soda agreed and Pony was sure he wouldn't be back for a while. That was just how Soda was, once he was caught up in something he hardly thought about anything else.

That was one of the reasons he loved him so much. Hitching his thumbs in his pockets and slouching a bit, he noticed a Soc surrounded by a whole bunch of tuff looking girls. A blond one was looking at Soda as he sped off. The fourteen year old looked past him, he looked as if he were Darry's age. Adults liked to think that age barriers would disqualify them from pounding you. Then again, what did they know? Things weren't that way, no one cared how old you were. The only thing that mattered was if you were a grease or a soc. He headed into the Dairy Queen and ordered a Pepsi and hamburger.

Pony sat a little way away from the Soc and the gorgeous girls and began to eat, his gaze averted. He wondered if he should have asked Sodapop for his blade, though he would never use it. The boy doubted he would have any trouble, after all the place was pretty crowded and after a quick glance at the tuff car he continued eating.

OUTFIT:: HERE!
TAGS:: Kevin
LISTENING TO:: ROB ZOMBIE``Foxy, Foxy
WORDS:: 928
NOTES:: It was lovely, hope that is alright XD
CREDIT::
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[kevin]

Kevin was too caught up in finishing his lunch, plus the girls had his ears at full attention that he didn't even hear a car hastily stopped nearby. His 'dates', if they could be considered that, chattered away with talks of school and the latest gossip in town. Kevin could care less, he was sure he made the headlines because of how many Greasers he helped put out of commission. Through the tinted shades of his Aviators, he noticed one of his blond female companions stare at something off to the distance. "Is there something pretty to look at, darling?"

[/b] He asked, looking over his shoulder but failed to catch whatever it was the girl was eying. Fixating his gaze back onto her, she blinked twice and smiled nervously, shrugging her shoulders thinking it would help with her case, "Not at all, Kev. Just day dreaming."

He could easily tell she was trying her best to bullshit him with her lying ways and that obviously upset him. Pressing his lips together, he crossed his arms and transferred most of his weight back as he leaned into his car. "Listen, doll, don't fucking lie to me. You were obviously ogling some sly dog, just admit it."[/color] He didn't have to raise his voice to give the predictable burn in order to tame his broad. Instead, the baritone of a voice was quiet, casual, but still managed to wound the girl's sensitive heart, causing her to sob and run off. Now, the remaining two girls, shock and awed by Kevin's cruel behavior watched their friend leave and flashed unkind looks to the Soc. The man knew that this would be a waste of time and he inhaled deeply through his nostrils and cracked a few bones in his neck to relieve the growing stress. "Listen, if ya'll wanna go to my party, you gotta earn it."[/color] He cautioned, standing straight up and opened out his arms for the pair of girls to come close and be taken under his wing.

"How about this. Go buy yourselves some ice cream and I'll come up with an answer soon. Sound good?"[/color] He reached into his back pocket for his wallet and fished out a twenty, handing it to the more responsible looking brown haired girl. She smirked at him, eyes definitely suggesting that she'd do anything to be invited to his party. To his dismay, the other pretty dame noticed and walked off to counter her rejection. Kevin was a advocate for favoritism, to anyone who could please him - he immediately accepted into his list of probable friends. Walking with one girl under his arm, the pair slowly walked back to the Dairy Queen where Kevin saw the girl who had to take the blunt of the rejection storm into the building. "Do you want something, Kevvy?" His companion asked, sweet in tone, a hand wrapped around his lower back. Adjusting his Aviator glasses, he chuckled, "Naw, I'm full. Though maybe I could get your number after this?" He grinned, the pair of them approaching the shop.

There were tables around the front, some with umbrellas that shielded the harsh sun from customers. After all, it would be a pity that the blasted ball of fire would be responsible for melting their ice cream treats. Others didn't require such protection as more sturdy awnings made that possible. The pretty dove giggled and teased him with a 'maybe', oh how these women could play him sometimes. Naughty little things, so to rush the girl into joining up with her already pissed off friend, Kev playfully slapped her ass, urging her to get in line already. Like a whipped puppy, she skedaddled off with no time to waste. The Soc watched her and chuckled to himself before he looked around, he would soon regret doing so when his eyes locked onto an image of a definite Greaser punk. Immediately brows furrowed downwardly and he held his ground, glaring at him through those sunglasses of his. From what his mind could piece together, the kid was by himself and determined to finish his lunch. Smiling briefly, he decided to mess with the boy for a while, just to see how he'd react.

Walking over to him, the varsity jacket wearing man snapped his fingers at the stranger, "How's that burger taste, greaseball?"[/color] He goaded, innocent in his words but since he was close enough to the guy's table, he had to take things to a whole different level. In one swift move, he attempted to knock the kid's drink to the ground. "Whoops. Need some help with that?"[/color] He responded, crushing the cup beneath his leather boot. "What the hell is a Greaser doing here? You're obviously at the wrong place at the wrong time."[/color] He removed his Aviators, revealing those dead emotionless azure eyes. Kevin took note of the kid's fragile appearance, he was almost convinced if he were to punch his light's out he'd shatter him into a million pieces. Anticipating a stand off, Kev cracked his knuckles together, a few fingers in his left hand adorned with a silver and class ring. To think of anyone who loved to show off his wealth, Kevin was the epitome of a blowhard. "What do you want labeled on your tombstone, sport?"[/color] He threatened, towering the kid with his menacing height.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

tag - Ponyboy
words - 895
clothes - Explained, but click for reference
notes - It's excellent, I think Kevin here wants some trouble ; )
credits - RawrDinosaur@caution.[/size]

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A long day alone, emptiness is so real
Never having peace of mind
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The fourteen year old continued to eat quietly, his mind drifting off. He wondered where Johnny was and quickly regretted not seeing if he wanted to come along, he was one of his best buddies. Johnny understood him better than most people did. He saw something move out of the corner of his eye and saw the blond girl who had eyed Soda running off bawling. He figured she had made the Soc upset, but golly did it break him up to see a girl bawl like that. Not that he could really do much, she'd probably look at him like he was scum. Most Soccy girls did. A lot of them didn't mind Soda but Pony didn't think any of them would ever date him just because of the whole status thing. The rest of the Greasers were really looked down on from the high class girls, it was a shame to see their pretty faces laced with disgust.

That was just the way things were. Socs could do anything they wanted and the Greasers were no better than scum to most. It wasn't a fair world but Pony had brothers, a family. He watched another one of the Soc's girls looking rather mad while he walked inside with the last girl who was looking quiet triumphant. The boy looked back down, the last thing he needed to was to make eye contact with that blond Soc. Light eyes focused on his Pepsi and he took another sip, he was really addicted to the drink. Almost as much as cigarettes and even as he was eating he was itching to light up a weed. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows as it was getting a little warm out. He felt as if someone was staring him down but refused to look for the fear someone would actually be.

"How's that burger taste, greaseball?" Pony froze and watched as the Soc knocked over his soda and stomp on it. The boy stayed rather quiet, the blond was a lot bigger than he was. Even when he and johnny would take on people in rumbles together they weren't like this guy. No, this guy would be taken on by Darry. "What the hell is a Greaser doing here? You're obviously at the wrong place at the wrong time." He was now regretting not staying with Soda, he'd take a pissed off Steve any day compared to this. In fact he wished he would have asked Soda to stay. He didn't answer but moved from a his sitting position, standing opposite of him.

He slouched a little, hitching his thumbs again. He wasn't sure what he should do. The Soc looked like he was looking for a fight and Pony wasn't sure he wanted to give it to him. Sure there were none of his Soccy friends with but still. A fair fight would be alright by him but he knew who would come out the victor, didn't mean he would turn it down though. He felt a sting of fear that he promptly ignored. His eyes fixated on his class ring and he swallowed hard, remembering Johnny. He looked so bad, he wondered if this had been the Soc than cursed himself for being stupid. It had been Bob, not this Soc. The blond towered over him as Pony was small even for his age. He looked up to the boy... or maybe man. He looked older but he wasn't sure.

His eyes looked dead, emotionless and uncaring. Reckless even but not the carefree loving kind that Soda had. No, he looked like he wanted to cause hell and that scared the small boy. He finally spoke, "nothing." It was feeble but he couldn't think of anything else to say and saying, 'I'd rather not fight' was not going to cut it. If he wanted to fight he'd get one. He just hoped Soda would know to pick him up at the Hospital if there was anything left of him of course. He pulled out a cig and light it quickly. He was entitled to a last smoke wasn't he? He stood his ground, wondering if it was the right thing to do. He wished Soda would come back already, they could both fight him then.

In the silence he found himself wondering foolishly if he knew Darry. Maybe they had been in the same classes? By the looks of his jacket they had been on the same football team. Darry had been really popular but most looked down on him now. Pony didn't care, he was better than the rest of them anyway. He had much more to be proud of, he grew up, he is raising his two brothers and holding a job. His thoughts surprised him, he took a long drag and looked back at the Soc, waiting for some sort of move. He tried to mask his fear though he knew it was probably to no avail. Why did this guy have so much hate for him, just because he was there. He blew out some smoke and cocked a brow. He was at such a loss for words. He didn't even know if the Soc had a blade on him.

OUTFIT:: HERE!
TAGS:: Kevin
LISTENING TO:: KORN`` Getting Off
WORDS:: 876
NOTES:: Oh jeez o.o lol
CREDIT::
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[kevin]

Clearly the women he set up dates with failed to live up to his expectations. No matter though, there was plenty of them to go around and it only made his party that much more exclusive. That meant more people would be gunning for a spot and would do anything just to get in. It was all part of the plan to piss off the would be joiners to make room for the legitimate type - none of those fakers who had no class. There was no reason to feel bad for the measly and the weak, Kevin believed that they couldn't build themselves strong so they had to accept nature's fate. It was a cold and brutal philosophy to believe in, but it was either sink or swim - no in between. As he walked alongside the pretty dame with arms around each other, the first thing in Kevin's mind was that he was going to get laid today. If not tonight, then soon - he was that confident. He wasn't one to be thinking about the romantic things such as going to movies with her or the fact that they were both blond, none of that Shakespeare bullshit appealed to him.

As for the woman, all she ever cared about was getting into his party and brag to the other girls at school (who failed to get in, by the way) how she managed to secure a spot. Unbeknownst to Kevin, she was willing to do whatever it took to be invited, even if that meant whoring herself for the night, but life had its twists and turns and in a foreshadowing turn of events, Kev wouldn't be screaming for ice cream anytime soon. As the bedtime story pair soon neared the Dairy Queen, the sportsman allowed his female companion to run off and buy her sweet treat inside. But as the lone man waited outside, it was inevitable that he would lay eyes on the Greaser sitting nearby. Stowing away the Aviator sunglasses, he fixated a set of eagle eyes on him, noting how the kid was trying his utmost best in minding his own business. It was odd to see such a person by himself, but then again, the same could be said for him. Maybe this lowlife was Kevin's polar opposite, but that was thinking too far ahead. First impressions were usually right however. Strangely enough, with the few insults and taunts he was throwing, the young hoodlum wasn't doing any of his own - almost as if he accepted it with no sign of protest.

Either this guy was tough as stone or stupid as a stooge, the Soc preferred the latter but that he soon reconsidered that when he watched the greaseball stand up for himself. Standing up meant he wasn't going to take that for anything, and Kev was ready for a punch to be thrown. Something, an insult wouldn't be bad either. Now that the shit had hit the fan, everyone nearby stared at the two of them and anticipated something to go down. There was dead silence, save for a gust of wind here and the faint oldies music there. Now, as the blond continued to glare daggers at the teenager, people around them started to talk lowly, some even suggested about calling the police. Now, this all turned into a waiting game, and all the Soc could do was play along. Just to goad the other into making the first move, the older male rolled his tongue around in his mouth, thinking there was a piece of food stuck between his teeth. His mind had been playing games on him, probably a withdrawal from his cocaine, but he managed to mush together a wad of saliva and spat it out with precise aim before his pair of Converse.

The now propagating crowd of onlookers around them remarked with the usual 'ooh' and 'aah', men laughing and some of the girls giggling their skirts off. This was getting boring and Kev kept himself occupied by sticking a toothpick between his lips so he could chew on something. Everything stopped, even time itself seemed to have done so when the kid muttered that lone word. Was that all he could retort? Not even making an attempt to refute having a tombstone in the first place? That was sad and if a sensitive Kevin ever existed, he'd probably pour his heart out to him. Tough luck, that wasn't going to happen; he fed on power like this. That sturdy veteran face of his softened within a matter of seconds as he watched the Greaser light up a smoke for himself. Kev looked around at the crowd, a good number starting to disperse already hoping for some brutal action. It appeared that they wouldn't be able to see one now that it got stale. To this boy, he would able to see the wavering decision in those blue eyes on whether or not the Soc should start it himself. Alternatively, Kevin spoke, voice youthful in cadence but harsh in tone, "What the fuck are you staring at me for, queer? Never seen a good looking Soc before?"

[/b] In an act of malice, the blond stepped forward and quickly tried to steal the cigarette from the teen's mouth before he crumbled the ashes on top of his head.

On what seemed to be perfect timing, Kevin's female companions returned with their ice cream cones and saw the whole scene unravel before their eyes. Surprised and looking around to see a whole crowd watching, both decided to cut off all ties with the man and jabbed their melting ice cream into Kevin's hair. Watching them leave him, he closed his eyes, thinking that this couldn't be happening right now, "Fine. Go and run off you bitches!"[/b] He yelled, seeing the two women not having the courtesy to look back at him. Vanilla and chocolate stained his perfectly groomed and conditioned mane and Kev could only put on an expression of 'not the first time it happened' on his face. The group around him jeered and the guys whooped typically, causing the Social to give them the middle finger and walked off, the crowd finally splitting up as they were pleased in what they witnessed. Cursing under his breath, Kev tried to scrape off as much of the ice cream off his strands of hair and made his way for the men's restroom, where he cleaned himself up.

Certain the crowd was still out there waiting to pester him again, he remained in the empty restroom and decided to get high off of cocaine he had in his jacket pocket. There, he stood before the sink, looking at the reflection of himself in the mirror and poured a good line of dust into the palm of one hand, snorting the crack through his nostrils. The effects were instantaneous and the Soc jumped as he felt a surge of energy attack his brain at full force. Cocaine stimulated a feeling of being indestructible which caused him to go batshit crazy. Of course, being the kind of person he was, he smashed his forehead against the glass mirror, shattering it into pieces. The pain was suppressed by the effects of the drug in his system, but he could feel the warmth of blood flowing down his face like a river. Oh how he looked so fucked up now.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

tag - Ponyboy
words - 1240
clothes - Explained, but click for reference
notes - Don't worry, somebody comes to save the day =3 You also don't have to write as much too, I only did it because I got carried away xD
credits - RawrDinosaur@caution.[/size]

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A long day alone, emptiness is so real
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Pony wasn't really sure what to do. He was waiting for the Soc to throw a punch. Why wasn't he? Was he planning on doing something worse? Glory, Pony hoped not. He hoped if there was a fight it would be fair. He wasn't sure he could take anything else, certainly not blades or chains. The small framed boy stood his ground, he wasn't one to back out of a fight. Never, not even if he was cornered by a whole bunch of guys Pony would be the one to go down fighting. He waited, watching the big Soc. His own light eyes conveyed no fear but held so much more emotion that the Soc's own icy blues. The lithe boy felt that he had so much more to fight for, sure the older boy had honor but Pony fought for everything. The high class boy came from everything, everything Ponyboy didn't have. He was much more sensitive than most hoods but was pretty good at hiding his emotions.

He was suddenly aware that everyone was watching them, waiting for something to go down. Windrixville was a little hick town and so Ponyboy was sure that not many of them have seen a hoodlum and and upper class boy go at it. The boy took another small drag on his cigarette and shoved his hands in his pockets, not breaking eye contact. A whisper was heard throughout the crowd that someone should call the police but they were all waiting for someone to throw a punch. It wasn't going to be Pony. He wasn't one for starting anything and he wasn't stupid. Why would he pick a fight he was sure he couldn't win? There was no point. No, instead he would wait and if the older boy did throw a punch Pony would defend himself. He had been quiet almost the entire time, not doing anything to the Soc himself. Normal people were wondering why a young kid and someone who was nearly an adult were fighting but those were folks from Windrixville.

They didn't know what it was like in the city areas, it was pretty much every man for himself. It didn't matter how old you were, if you were grease, you'd get jumped. That was just the way things happened, no one asked why. Pony wasn't surprised when the blond spat at him, people laughed and Pony just continued to smoke, moving back a bit. A look of disgust was laced through his pristine features. Nothing made you feel quite as lousy as that, not only did the high and mighty Soc spit at him but there was a whole crowd of onlookers laughing at him. Pony tried to put it out of mind but he was pretty torn up, though he prided himself as being pretty tough for his age and he played it cool. As cool as he really could be.

"What the fuck are you staring at me for, queer? Never seen a good looking Soc before?" Pony was taken aback by this comment. In fact something that resembled hurt shone in his eyes and as the Soc crumbled the ashes off the tuff hair he was so very proud of Pony glared. "Yeah," he snarled, "never have and I'm still waiting." His voice was sharp but he did his best to mask the hurt. Though he was sure it went unheard as the very two girls that had been with the Soc dumped their ice cream on him. They must have seen the whole thing and Pony couldn't lie, he was very surprised. No tuff high class girl had ever done anything like that for him. Then again they could have done it for the principal but he didn't even mind.

His face was tinted a soft pink and he shook the ashes from his hair, running his hand through it almost nervously as if it could burst into flames any moment. If there was one thing Pony liked about his looks it was his hair, it was silky and tuff just like Soda's. The boy watched as the arrogant blond snarled a few curses after the girls and turned to hurry into the bathroom. The boy just stood there, rather stunned. People were now turning back to their own business, obviously satisfied with the display. Pony bit his lip, he wasn't sure what to do. The Soc would be back out before Soda showed, he was sure of that. Pony thought about going off for a walk and returning when he figured it would be okay. Though out of the corner of his eyes he saw something glint.

The aviators.

There were the Soc's sunglasses and Pony knew he should just let them go. Maybe some slick hood would pick them up but that wasn't the type of person Ponyboy was. He knew he should stomp on them, spit of them but he didn't. Sighing, he picked them up and wiped them off. He held them for a few moments just staring down. Damning himself for being unlike any other greaser and began a slow walk to the men's room. "Listen, I don't want any trouble, you just dropped these-" his voice was soft and sweet like he was speaking to a normal person. He didn't know why he was doing this but it just felt like the right thing to do.

Though the sight he was met with made him sick. The sun glasses fell to the floor and Pony's eyes widened. "Glory be, you need to get to the hospital," he didn't know why he was doing this but it didn't matter the other boy was bleeding like mad. Pony rushed forward, trying to get a better look at his bleeding head. He was careful, he wasn't sure what the Soc was doing but he seemed kind of spooked or hyped. He didn't want to get a whoopin so he stayed back a little.


OUTFIT:: HERE!
TAGS:: Kevin
LISTENING TO:: RED`` Let Go
WORDS:: 981
NOTES:: Aww!
CREDIT::
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[kevin]

The mob of young men and women encircling around the two figures in the middle were nearly cheering for a fight. Some act of bloodshed. In Kevin's mind, he knew that humans had never changed throughout history, this was almost a fight which resembled David & Goliath - but the Soc wasn't that too deep into religion. He believed in the existence of a deity and felt that a god played some role in bringing his family such enormous wealth. To consider himself devout was a ludicrous thought and even if he was - he poorly represented whatever sect of religious denomination in every way. Right now, all that mattered was that either the Greaser was going to make the first move or not. The Social, who proudly wore that royal blue varsity jacket as if it were his armor, didn't feel compelled to do anything but watch as if this was some kind of staring contest. Still, that lifeless gaze in those ocean eyes managed to pick up a curtain of valiance. His brain also deciphered what seemed to be despair in the young man's eyes, which didn't require much thinking.

He knew exactly why, as if the kid was speaking to him through their eye contact. Each side suffered casualties of their own and it was a never ending war where morals didn't matter. For a split second, he couldn't look into those dark worrying eyes anymore, so Kev ended up diverting his sights to the people around them. Through his selective hearing, he heard a guy yell 'Kill him!' and a woman's high pitched scream of her own 'Do something!' He really didn't want to, he chose not to fight because he had no reason to. Frankly, all he was here for were the girls and a distant vision of seeing himself having sex with that gorgeous dame. Now wasn't the time to be thinking ahead, he still had to settle this scene with the punk ass greaseball. What the Social ended up doing was allotting the rest of his time into studying the appearance of his skinny, almost emaciated opponent. There was no lust involved, no sensual innuendo that suggested anything inappropriate, god no. He was only trying to figure out just how exactly the guy was still alive if he was smoking at a young age.

Sighing some, Kevin knew this wasn't going anywhere and he was sure that this kid was loving to test his patience. If a fight did occur, there wasn't a shot in hell that it would reach the front page of the town's newspapers. The blond knew he had every natural advantage, but knocking the teen into a pulp was way too easy. Plus, he hated to admit it, but the Greaser had an almost celestial looking face, almost actor-worthy. But no, just like the rest of these hoodlums and troublemakers, they had no foreseeable future that would bring acclaim and publicity unlike Kevin. He could live off every compliment without the need for money in his pockets to keep him motivated. The Soc decided he would give the rebel a chance to shine bright, it was the least he could do to give him some sort of genuine self-confidence. Though it was crude, spitting at the tip of the kid's shoes should spark some thirst of blood... unless this dude was a pacifist, but that was heavily doubtful. At an impasse, throwing more verbal abuse should do the job, but it hardly knocked the scale off balance. Sheesh, this Greaser had the patience of an old timer.

Kevin continued to stand his ground, this time with his sights locked with the kid's and he nearly laughed when he heard him speak. Obviously, he had managed to rub him the wrong way, but like tectonic plates crushing against another, something had to give way. The sportsman had to hand it to him, whoever taught this Greaser that level of patience deserved some kind of commendation. Too bad this guy wasn't a Soc, because Kev would really appreciate seeing more attributes like that in his friends. "Is that all you can say, wiseguy? You know what, you're not worth the time or trouble."

[/b] He proclaimed, looking back to the spectators around them, already hearing an 'aw' in unison, let down by the Soc's uninspiring words of truth. Kevin's girls soon intervened and ended up humiliating their 'date' in front of everybody. With ice cream coating a good portion of his hair, dripping down and staining his jacket, he was only thankful that none of his buddies or schoolmates saw this. The older male could only blink furiously, trying his best not to end up fighting the girls instead, but that wasn't the way of a gentleman. The girls didn't do that only to boost the Greaser's morale, they only did it because they didn't like Kevin as a person whatsoever.

Glancing back at the teen, the blond huffed and shook his head from side to side, pressing his lips together in tumultuous disgust. Without his knowing and the speed of how he took off, he had dropped his Aviator sunglasses and disappeared into the men's restroom. The audience were definitely amused with what they saw and it would serve to be this week's newest gossip; hopefully it wouldn't reach all the way to Tulsa, but Kev was one to expect the worst. Alone, the Soc took his time in rinsing his once perfectly groomed hair in the sink, drying it awkwardly with the supplied paper towels. To get over that feeling of defeat and rejection, he decided it was best to get high off cocaine and he wasn't shy in the dosage. He let his mind break free not concerned in creating so much clutter near the sink with his used paper towels and puddles of water. In just a matter of minutes, he turned from that neat durable looking Soc into something so worn out.

There was a faint ring around his eyes that showed signs of fatigue, which was his body's reaction of tolerance to the drug. After growing furious from his embarrassment, he had crashed his forehead into a mirror, splitting a wound into his scalp. Blood didn't wait as it streamed down his face monstrously. Still standing as he leaned against the chipped wall, his ears picked up the noise of a door being opened and footsteps approaching, but his vision was temporarily blurred by the cocaine's effects. From what he could understand, it was that Greaser outside who paid him a visit and that caused him to get riled up a little. "Listen, if-if I give you one hundred dollars to get the hell out of here, would you just leave me alone?" He inquired, failing to have the strength to look the kid in the eyes when he got close enough and his vision started to clear up. Wiping the blood off his face with one hand, he ended up smearing more of the substance across his cheek. "You got what you wanted didn't you? You fucking got what you wanted."[/b] He cursed, his voice breaking up mid sentence in shame. Only now did he realize he was missing his Aviators because he wanted to put them on to hide the anguish present in those blue eyes. Curious, he wanted to know why the Greaser was here, to rub the humiliation in him more? So he had to look at the kid, he earned it after all; and slowly, he did. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

tag - Ponyboy
words - 1257
clothes - Explained, but click for reference
notes - This kinda got sad in a bitter sweet sort of way lol
credits - RawrDinosaur@caution.[/size]

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A long day alone, emptiness is so real
Never having peace of mind
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Pony was really taken aback by the Socs harsh words. He would give him a hundred dollars just to go away? This wasn't right. He was keeping an eye on his wound, hoping it wasn't to get any worse at the moment. Though the next words stung Pony, how could even say that and mean it? It made no sense to the soft greaser, "got what I wanted? What are you talking about?" His voice was soft and sincere, "all I wanted was to eat my lunch in peace. I would have never come up to you starting anything because I'm not like that. Another greaser would have stomped on these, thrown them away, anything." He picked up the aviator glasses and handed them out as if he were to a very dangerous animal. He placed them on the sink in front of the Soc.

Ponyboy hated fighting, though he wouldn't really openly admit that to a Soc. That would be stupid. The boy looked really jazzed and as the blood ran down his face the fourteen year old was almost scared. He knew anyone else would have most likely left the bathroom, not wanting to get into any of that but Pony couldn't now. He watched him carefully, the blond was another human being. Another human being that needed to go to the hospital. If only Sodapop would hurry up and get back he would know what to do, he always did. Despite how the Soc how deliberately went out of his way to tease and humiliate him, Pony just couldn't leave him like this. It just didn't seem right. You just didn't leave people who needed help.

Though the boy knew if the roles were reversed the Soc would probably have tormented him or left him there. That didn't change Pony's mind. He took another cautious step, the older boy seemed to be really upset and Pony didn't want to cause him to lash out. His eyes were connected with blond's blue ones. For the first time he had seen emotion in them. Was it humiliation and shame? Sadness? Pony couldn't really place it. He wasn't even sure how he felt right now. Now Pony was scared, the other boy just seemed so troubled and Pony had no idea what to do. "Please, just calm down," he murmured in what he hoped would be a comforting tone. He wasn't used to anything like this. He exhaled softly.

He turned quickly gathering a bunch of paper towels and wetting one of them. Pony moved back to face the Soc, he wasn't sure how he react to some stupid greaser trying to help him. He'd probably think he was an idiot but the brunette didn't care too much. He gently tried to hand the paper towels to the blond to help wipe the blood away. He knew this was unusual behavior for a greaser to be showing a Soc some sort of kindness and he wouldn't doubt if the other questioned his motives. Though Pony wasn't like most greasers who carried blades and always looked for a fight. He felt a sudden surge of regret, what would Dally say if he ever found out?

He'd probably call Ponyboy ever name in the book, he found himself wondering what Dally would have done. Dall would have never taken any shit he would thrown down right there, Dally would have done his best to beat the other to a pulp because that was how he was. Pony shivered, maybe anyone in the gang would have done that. Though he didn't think Johnny would and maybe not Soda or Darry either. Steve would and even Two-Bit, Steve for pure hatred and Two-Bit just for the hell of it. Pony bit his lip and realized that besides the shame there was anger. He didn't really know how to talk to this Soc, was he like Darry? Overwhelmed with responsibilities or just living the high life?

Something struck him, the blond reminded him of Dally. They seemed to be one of the same. Both pushing themselves and other people until they couldn't feel anything anymore. They were both hard and picked on people that seemed to be lower than them and challenged one's who were above them. He couldn't believe he hadn't realized it before. They both looked so dangerous. Maybe that was the reason Pony was so apprehensive about approaching him. Dally would crack him upside the head, telling him he didn't need any help. He realized he was still holding out the paper towels and moved closer to the tough blond. "Glory, you sure are bleeding something awful. Here," concern laced through the young boy's eyes.

OUTFIT:: HERE!
TAGS:: Kevin
LISTENING TO:: RIOT`` Three days grace
WORDS:: 783
NOTES:: v.v Sorry for the shortness dear, it'll be longer next time!
CREDIT::
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