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

Started June 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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Beau nodded in response and returned his smile as he laid down next to his brother. He glanced over Lucky once, sighing in relief as he saw that all the blood had been wiped off and the cuts had been bandaged. "Why did you choose the Greasers?" He asked Argo, turning around to look up at the ceiling.

(I love this rp but I think I'm going to leave it…bye guys!)

(Are you sure? We'd love to have you.)
(But if you want to leave, that's fine too.)

"Why'd I choose the Greasers?" Vien repeated quietly, turning to look up at the bed. "Uh…Think because a lot of them a-are like me. And no one's preppy or asks t-too many questions. And everyone seems a little n-nicer than the other gangs, I g-guess."

"Why'd I choose the Greasers?" Vien repeated quietly, turning to look up at the bed. "Uh…Think because a lot of them a-are like me. And no one's preppy or asks t-too many questions. And everyone seems a little n-nicer than the other gangs, I g-guess."

"Yeah, we're not exactly preppy," Beau answered, chuckling softly as he turned to look at Vien. "The police and nearly every adult hates us though, so it's hard to get service at most diners. Unless Lucky over here manages to flirt with the waitresses." He added, motioning towards his brother as he rolled his eyes. Though, Lucky's flirting could come in handy sometimes.

Vien chucked at that. "Guess he really is l-lucky, then," he joked. "But yeah. I've already spent half my life in juvenile h-hall, so I guess I'm sort of programmed to fall in with p-people like me," he said, propping his head up on one elbow as he talked to Beau

(k )

"Yeah, he can get really lucky with the girls. I wouldn't be surprised if he started the fight earlier today because he was flirting with some Social girl." Beau answered, a faint smile spreading across his face. "So, Juvie? How'd you end up in there?"

"Stealing. A lot of stealing. And maybe a f-few attempted homicides," Vien answered quietly, deciding he might as well tell him the truth. "Kind of why I tend to go by A-Argo. It helps people not recognize me in case I t-tried to stab one of their family members or s-something at some point."

Beau nodded in understanding, propping his head up on his elbows to face him more comfortably. "Do you want me to keep calling you Argo?" He asked, blowing a few strands of white-blond hair out of his face.

"Well, um. You can call me Vien if you w-want," he answered quietly. "Just, um. Don't tell anyone about the whole juvenile h-hall thing, alright?" he murmured

"I won't say anything," Beau promised, his gaze studying Vien once again. For some reason, he was starting to like him, possibly more than friends. More than friends? What would everyone else say? He shook his head and dismissed the thoughts, instead focusing on their conversation. "Does Argo mean anything?"

Olivia nodded. "Not at all. C'mon."

((Yeah, I agree with what @Nerd was saying about a big event so that all of our characters can interact))
Lavi silently followed her friend, thankful that she had at least someone she could always trust to help her out in these situations.

“W-Well, um. It’s the name of my favorite constellation. I also have it t-tattooed on the back of my neck.” Vien sat up, turning and brushing the hair away from his neck to show the constellation tattooed there

(Yeah, we can do the event soon so everyone can meet.)

"It looks great," Beau answered as he leaned forward and studied the tattoo, a rare smile spreading across his face. "I would get one. . . but they're quite expensive. I don't have that kind of money."

“I got it for free. It’s sort of a r-reminder of a contract I have with a mob b-boss from my old town. He’s actually really nice considering t-the fact he uses me as an almost free hitman,” Vien mumbled

Beau sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to say. "Can't you just break the contract with him somehow?" He finally asked, rubbing his tired eyes. A faint mark had already started to show up under his left eye, which would surely become a bruise in a few days.

“Nope. He took care of me after the f-fire. I wouldn’t just bail on him after that,” Vien said quietly. He glanced up at Beau, taking in his features in the dim lamplight. He smiled softly at the bruise below his eye. “You know, that b-bruise is pretty hot. I mean, um, it’ll p-probably attract a lot of girls. Y-Yeah,” he said, his face growing red as he realized what he had almost said

"It'll be hard to get girls when all the Social's convinced them to call me Jack Frost," Beau answered, a soft smile replacing his usual grin as he looked down. The Social boy's were always trying to bother him somehow, so they had decided to come up with a name for his white-blond hair. He tugged on the fabric of his jacket, hoping that his cheeks didn't look as red as they felt.

"Well, it's not as bad as 'little shit," Vien chuckled. "Or fireboy. Or black magic. Or just about e-everything related to burning people or killing things."