forum Sodapop and Cigarettes (1960’s teenager gang RP) OPEN

Started June 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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don't forget me lol

Name: Vincent
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: He has jet black hair with shaved sides, but long hair he likes to keep tied back into a high pony tail. He has darkish bags under his emerald green eyes along with pale freckles dotting the bridge of his nose, and cheeks. He has some chub, but is leaning towards the skinner side. He's light-skinned.
Usual clothing: He has a worn down jean jacket covered in an insane amount of patches and pins he's always wearing. He has an almost grunge clothing choice. He has pants that are slightly baggy and rolled up at the ends of the pant legs. He has a lot of pants like this, as well as shorts. He owns a few skirts too. His shirts are all over the place. Like there is no consistently to them.
Personality: He's very nihilistic. A very uncaring attitude to everything, but is still down to earth. He's angry and hates himself, but he still pays attention to his surrounding.
Group/Gang: They're called the CDL's.
Quirks: Witty and sassy.
Backstory: You have to be at least a level 5 friend to access his tragic backstory.
Other: He swears, a lot

Name: Vien "Argo" Harlock
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: Tall (like 6'), pale, dark circles under his eyes, messy black undercut, icy blue eyes, several small scars, Argo constellation tattooed on the back of his neck
Usual clothing: White button down, dark blue sweater, ripped black jeans, black boots, silver locket, satchell
Personality: Quiet, usually polite, has a tenancy towards more violent solutions to problems, anxious, eternally tired, not the biggest fan of social situations/places with lots of people, loves the stars/mythology
Group/Gang: Greasers
Quirks: Stammers and twitches sometimes when he talks because of a condition created by his insomnia, rubs at the back of his neck often, fiddles with his satchel a lot
Backstory: His family was burned at the stake when he was 12 for being believed to be using magic to kill and kidnap people in his old town. Ever since he's been in and out of foster care, taking money from a god in exchange for killing certain creatures/people
Other: Able to use magic really well, has strong connections with the god of dimensions since he technically sold his soul (I can make it so he can't use magic though, but he'll still probably do stuff like card tricks and stealing things)

((Does this work??))

Name: Lavi Ferrow
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Usual clothing: Black t shirt, ripped up jeans, spiked black wristbands, black steel toed boots
Personality: Despite her apperance, Lavi is actually on the sweeter side of the scale. She is really nice to the people she likes. However,anyone she doesn't know or doesn't like is immeditly targeted as a threat. She treats these people with emoitionless cruelty, and mean sarcasm.
Group/Gang: Greasers
Quirks: Lopsided smile, uses her hands while talking
Backstory: Her parents kicked her out, so she lives by herself
Other: nope

Beau had never liked drive-in movies, but it provided his little brother and himself something to look forward to at the end of the week. He leaned against a fellow Greaser's car, an unlit cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he looked around for Lucky. His brother was probably off flirting with a group of Social girls. Shaking his head faintly and chuckling, he glanced around the parking lot, looking for any of the Social boys who had picked a fight with him last week, resulting in him constantly readjusting the bandages around his knuckles. Beau hadn't wanted to come in the first place, but Lucky and the rest of the Greaser's had dragged him along. It won't be that bad. Just try to have some fun.

Vien was sitting on the tailgate of some Greaser's truck, a few feet away from a kid with white hair he could have sworn he knew from somewhere. He swung his long legs idly, his head resting in the palms of his hands as he watched the movie. He had to walk the entire way here, which wasn't the most fun since his current foster home was poor and three blocks away

(I'm officially changing my gang's name to the Nameless thanks @Nerd lol but really it fits because they're kinda outcasts from society)

Tasper leaned against the Nameless's shared pick-up truck. He spotted members from other gangs around them and opted to ignore them, sending them nasty looks if he caught them staring. He was never a fan of drive-in movies, but he was bored. It was better than being home. Plus, alcohol.

Lavi weaved between some of the cars and trucks parked, looking for anyone she knew. She had been sitting by herself, but after being catcalled by some guys, who she hated to admit could take her down, she decided it would be easier to avoid a fight and just chill with some others.

Vien sighed. He could feel his eyes drooping and he knew he needed something to keep awake. The last time he fell asleep somewhere a group of Socials had stripped him and left him in the park. He shuddered at the memory, looking around for a moment. He spied a cooler next to the kid with the white hair, and he moved to get up and rummage through it before stopping himself. The guy with the white hair seemed like he would be cool, but he also looked like he would rather knock his lights out than speak to him. He sat there for a moment, fiddling with his sweater for a moment as he tried to decide what to do

"Look who finally decided to show up," Beau called out as soon as he saw Lucky walking back towards him. It was easy to tell that they were sibling's, both with white blond hair and icy blue eyes, though Lucky was almost taller than Beau.

"Yeah, yeah," He answered, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I met these really cute Social girls. . . and I need help."

"Help," Beau scoffed, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he glanced over at the dark haired boy in the Greaser's truck to his right. "Just flirt. Tell jokes, do something nice. Maybe you'll get lucky. We didn't name you that for no reason." He chuckled, ruffling brother's hair before he walked back towards the Social girls, probably muttering insults to Beau under his breath.

Finley sat on the top of the Greaser's car, using his left hand to prop himself up. He honestly wasn't paying attention to the movie, and it was pretty hard to see from where he was anyway. He took out his lighter and began switching it on and off, frustrated that he had left home without a pack of cigarettes.

Vien took a deep breath. Okay, just one guy to get past to get to the alcohol. No big deal. He slid off the tailgate, ducking his head to make himself look shorter as he walked over to the white-haired guy. "You mind if I t-take something out of the cooler?" he asked, mentally cursing his condition for making him stutter

"Yeah, of course," Beau answered, glancing up at the taller boy as he stepped to the side. "Help yourself," He added as he blew strands of messy hair out of his face, studying him as he walked towards the cooler.

After wandering through the sea of cars, she finally spotted some people she knew. "Hey there," she smiled as she approached Beau and another Greaser looking type person.

((I can interact with you both… right??))

"Thanks," Vien said, reaching for the cooler. He rummaged through it for a moment, grabbing a hard root beer out of it. "You wouldn't happen t-to have any cigarettes, would y-you?" he asked, cracking open the root beer and taking a sip of it

"I always have cigarettes," Beau answered, chuckling lightly as he glanced back up at the boy, though it was hard to make out his features in the dark of the parking lot. He handed him the pack, leaning back against the truck as he noticed a girl approach them.

Vien took one from the pack, handing it back to him before fishing a lighter out of his pocket. He had left his satchel at home in case he fell asleep and got robbed again, so all he had was his lighter and a penknife. He lit the cigarette, putting the lighter back in his pocket and leaning back against the car