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

Started June 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Fine, we're both cute," Beau murmured, his hands moving up to run through Vien's dark hair as he peppered soft kisses along his collarbone area. "You're still cuter though." He added, smirking faintly as he looked up at Vien.

(gonna have to disappear for about an hour soon)
"Stop that," Vien chuckled, leaning slightly into the kisses as he smiled up at Beau happily. He scowled slightly as more noises came from outside. Who was up so early, and who thought it was a good idea to make so much noise?

(k.)
Beau laughed softly and kissed Vien a few more times before he looked up and furrowed his brow faintly. "I'm going to see who that is. It's probably just some drunk Greasers," He said gently and after a few moments, he pushed himself up off the couch. Already missing Vien's warmth, Beau tugged his jacket on as he moved to open the door.

“Mm’kay,” Vien mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes as he slumped back against the couch. He already missed Beau, but he told himself he was just being needy

After a few moments, Beau stepped onto the old porch as he tugged his jacket closer to his body since the morning wind was freezing. He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he yawned and began walking towards the back of the faded house, where he noticed bright letterman jackets and blue Mustangs with their motors still on. Socials. Beau narrowed his eyes in confusion and curiosity as he took a small step towards them, but quickly took a step back in order to head towards the door again. Before he could turn around completely, two taller Socials approached him and pinned him to the house's old wall, but Beau was too hungover to fight back. He swung, but the movement was so slow that the taller boy was able to grab his hand and pull it back. “You and that boy. . . what’s going on in there, Jack Frost?” One of them sneered, a dangerous smile spreading across his face.
"Yeah? What were you doing, Teller?" A gruff voice spoke up from one of the Mustangs as he began to walk towards them

“More than what…. you and… your girlfriend do,” Beau answered slowly, wincing as the Social boy pushed him against the wall, tightening his grip. He already recognized him as Acadius, one of the oldest Socials. The words were out of his mouth before he realized what he had said.
"What did you just say?" Acadius sneered, as he finally reached Beau, already more than a few inches taller than him. When he didn't answer, Acadius swung at him and connected with his jaw. Beau groaned and tried to pull away, but Acadius continued to swing at him, leaving bruises and bloody cuts behind.

Zanna smirked back and she sat up next to Lisbet, "I'll take either. But I prefer ice cream."

(Bye.)

"Weird." Lisbet shook her head and laughed when her phone buzzed.
Prove your allegiance. Acadius? What did he want?

Zanna laughed. She pulled out her phone and saw a text from Leo, You doing okay? Where are you?

We might be able to pay our bills. Just got a job she sent back before putting it away.

(oof sorry, back)
Vien rubbed at his eyes, stretching again before he got up. He wandered over to his discarded satchel, rummaging through it for a moment until he found a half empty bottle of Tylenol. He dry swallowed a few pills, setting the bottle back in his satchel before slinging it around his chest. He grimaced at the sound of cars just outside, and what sounded like shouting. Was Beau okay? He walked out the door, squinting at the bright sunlight. "Alright, who the hell is s-so god damn loud?" he grumbled loudly, though his eyes widened as he saw a bunch of Socials pinning Beau to the wall. "Back the fuck up before I g-gut you all," he snarled, pulling a decent sized knife out of his satchel and pointing it threateningly at the Socials

"Oh, is this the boy, Teller?" Acadius snarled as he kneed Beau in the chest and shoved him to the ground. The Social boy motioned for two others to take care of Vien as Beau looked around for anything that he could fight with, but the pain in his head was too strong for him to think. Acadius turned back and took out a switchblade as he kneeled down and spun it threateningly. "Let's see…where should I start…" The boy hummed, a dangerous smile crossing his face.

"You better stay the fuck away from him!" Vien shouted angrily, adrenaline overtaking the hangover as he snarled threateningly at the two coming for him. He didn't hesitate to drive his knife into one's side, dropping him to the ground and kicking him away. He didn't have time to turn around before the other one was slamming his fist into Vien's cheek. He stumbled back, wincing at the blood beginning to seep from his nose. He cut into the Social's hand easily, as if he had been doing this for a very long time. The Social yelped in pain, and Vien got another good cut in before he turned and ran. He whipped around to the one holding Beau down. "Drop. Him," he snarled

Lisbet left the diner in a rush. "Sorry Zanna! I have business."
She texted Acadius quickly and hopped onto her Vespa, scanning the streets for him. Where did he go?

Acadius glanced over at the other stabbed Social boys in concern, and after a few moments he glared at Vien and stood to walk away. Once the older boy left, Beau let out a groan that he had been holding in. His face was already covered in marks and bloody cuts from where Acadius had hit him, and his ribs didn't feel amazing either.

He texted back. You missed it. I have something else for you. Junkyard. Next to the beat-down cars.
Lisbet took a deep breath, pulling out her shotgun just in case.

"Better run, bitch! You're lucky I'm on c-contract!" Vien called after him, waving his knife angrily in the air before turning to Beau. "Are you alright?" he asked softly, his tone immediately changing from murderous to concerned. "Let's get you patched up, o-okay?" he murmured, reaching into his satchel to grab a small towel to wrap the knife in before setting it in the bag

Beau nodded slowly as he closed his eyes for a few moments, leaning his head against the wall behind him. The whole attack had shaken him up, but not because of Acadius's size. It reminded him of the time when his dad had beaten him when he had been drunk or on a new drug. Pushing the memories away, Beau lifted the hem of his shirt up and took a sharp inhale of air in as he looked at his chest, noticing a faint blue hue beginning to form at the sides. "The ribs…" He said softly as he looked back up at Vien.

She drove up and hit the kickstand, leaving her Vespa behind. The junkyard was always creepy at night. If Mikka could only see her now. He'd probably yell at her for being so idiotic. You shouldn't go alone! Trust no one! Especially don't trust Acadius! You idiot! I can't believe you! But Lisbet had some tricks up her sleeve. There was no way Acadius would leave even a scratch on her tonight.

"Don't worry love, I'll take care of you. How about we get you to my place, my foster mom's a nurse. She'll b-be able to help a little better than I can," Vien murmured, running his fingers along Beau's ribs sympathetically. He glanced over to where he had thrown the Social from before, who was now gone. Huh. Must have been dragged away

"They didn't hurt you did they?" Beau asked, his brow furrowing faintly in concern as he looked up at Vien. He glanced to the side, where a few Greasers had seemed to hear the fight and were yelling at the Socials who were now driving away.

"No, no, I'm fine," Vien assured him. The only damage he had taken was the bloody nose, which he was half sure was broken. "L-Let's just get you to my place, okay?" he murmured, moving Beau's arm so that he could lean against him as he helped him into the house. He set Beau down on the couch gently before going to the phone. He dialed his foster mother, taking a few minutes to talk to her before walking back to him. "She'll be here in ten, alright?"

Beau nodded as he took Vien's hand and leaned against the couch, trying to take fainter breaths in order to not hurt his chest. He looked up and forced a faint smile onto his lips in order to cover up any pain. Though, he realized that he must have looked half-crazed with the blood on his face.

Vien scooted a little closer to Beau, running a hand through his hair soothingly before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "It's going to be alright, love. T-They won't hurt you anymore. I won't let them," he mumbled, though his tone held a hint of coldness towards the end of his speaking. If he had his way, he would have killed them all. But he couldn't make another scene, not when he was so close to turning 18

A faint smile spread across Beau's face, though he noticed an edge to Vien's sentence even when the words were comforting. He tried to take a deeper breath in but quickly stopped as he furrowed his brow in pain. "I don't want them to hurt you, Vien. The last time I got on their bad side, my brother came home with a black eye and a broken wrist." He explained softly as he rubbed the back of Vien's hand with his thumb.

"You're late." Lisbet stood up from the hood of a broken car, staring Acadius down as he came out from the shadows, blood all over him.
He grinned. "Sorry sweetheart, I had some business."
"Don't tell me you were beating up a Greaser."
"He said some things I didn't like, a'ight?"
Lisbet slid down the car, walking closer to him. "What do you want, 'Dius?"
"Same as you," he purred, coming closer, "to get this over with."
She brought out her gun and pressed it to his forehead. "What I want is to blow a hole in your skull. So not the same as me, really."
"Do it." Acadius whispered, "Kill me. I bet you can't."
"I can and I will." She gulped. "Now tell me, WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Lisbet pressed it harder, flicking the safety off.
His gaze turned to steel. "This will not be forgiven."
"What do you want!?"
"For you. . . to suffer." He licked his lips, staring at her as her hand trembled.

"They won't hurt me, love. I p-promise. If they knew who I was, they wouldn't come within a mile of y-you or me," Vien assured him, taking one of Beau's hands in his own gently. He raised it to his lips, pressing soft kisses to the cracked and bloodied skin

"Just stay safe. I don't want you to get hurt on my account," Beau added softly as he closed his eyes for a few moments in order to slow his breathing. He really hoped that Vien's foster mom would make it to his house quickly since the pain in his ribs was already starting to grow. Though, all he could do was worry about Vien and hope that he didn't have more than a bloody nose.

"Don't worry about m-me," Vien assured him, continuing to run his hand through Beau's hair gently. He almost jumped at the sound of a loud, rickety car pulling up outside. "That's my foster mom. You need me to carry you, or can you w-walk?"

Zanna watched as Lisbet ran from the diner. She waited until Lisbet had gone from her sights before texting Leo, You can track my signal right?

Yeah why? he responded.

Wait for my signal. Then come to where I am, Zanna typed back before hopping off the counter and jumping on her Harley and following after her. She didn't want to lose her only chance at work.

"Don't worry about m-me," Vien assured him, continuing to run his hand through Beau's hair gently. He almost jumped at the sound of a loud, rickety car pulling up outside. "That's my foster mom. You need me to carry you, or can you w-walk?"

"I can walk," Beau mumbled as he pushed himself up slowly from the couch. He took a sharp breath, but ignored the pain in his chest as he focused on the old car outside.