✞ homecoming. ✞

"I was scared," Johnny said with conviction. "I still am." - *guidelines* - [ independent & selective ] [ from S.E. Hinton's The Outsiders ]

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still alive.

After a long and unexpected hiatus due to finanical problems and a computer break, Johnny Cade is back. 

LIKE FOR A STARTER.

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"Hey, c’mon. Don’t bag on The King."

It’s amazing how all-consuming death is. There are no more favorite songs, foods, clothes because you have no more need for them. They’re no longer relevant. You’re dead and regardless life goes on, and that’s all you do is watchit go on without you. So when Elvis is brought up, it’s like the revival of a memory just as dead as he. Oh, right. I liked Elvis.

"I’ll trade you homecoming if I can have one of your movement therapy sessions. I haven’t heard Elvis in forever.”

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"The King? Of what-- garbage?" 

He's joking, it's clear on him, with a sly look that lifts the corners of his mouth. In life, he was a lot more quiet, a lot more shy, but he's been dead for a long long time. Death changes people, all that waiting, all those years going by and never going with it. Johnny nods, even lifts his hand out to shake on a deal that he knows will most likely never work out.

"Fair trade. I'll give up Presley any day to listen to a part of 'I Want I That Way.' Only ever got to hear it once."

"Kids are still listening to that nowadays, right?"

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       !!! that’s all it takes for her to be fussing, overly frantic over something like a piece of food caught in her teeth. it’s the strawberries from that farmer’s market. they’d stained her lips, too but she had just assumed it all been licked clean. this is what she gets for 1. ) nibbling instead of eating and 2. ) day-dreaming with mouth fallen apart just so. she rubs her teeth, picks at them with her pinky nail and nods. 

                                ❝  erm, t—-.. thanks. ❞

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"It's still there."

He's very quiet, his eyes barely lifting up as he tries to straighten sagging shoulders. This time, he does not make the mistake of moving towards her, instead just flashes a timid, apologetic look and keeps his hands to himself.  Finger once against pointing at his own teeth in direction, he scrubbed between his canine and his front tooth in show, before dropping his arm like a limp noodle. 

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William Bell//Everyday Will Be Like A Holiday 

Everyday will be like a holiday when my baby comes home

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There’s a pronounced silence. J.D. almost feel the need to try and one him up, but he’s right — it doesn’t get much worse than being in a hospital all the time. High school, while annoying and stupid and immature and terrible, is at least lively.

"Do they not have those, mm. Whatchamacallems. Movement therapy things. Therapeutic dance. I think that was starting to take off ‘round the time I kicked the bucket."

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"Yeah, they still have those." He's actually witnessed a lot of them, sitting in the corner of the rec room with his hands folded in his lap, as quiet and polite as he had been in life. Except for fiddling with the cd player, switching the songs or speeding them up, which only stopped when he made some sick person dance so fast they coughed up something gross and yellow. Guilt (even if the person had turned out to be fine) was enough to make him knock it off.

"But they're still playing music from back when I died. No sick folk living that long in the hospital wantx to listen to that sad sack Elvis, believe me."

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"Y’know what’s awesome about being stuck in a fucking high school for the rest of eternity. I can tell you who’s dating who and which teachers are the worst, but I still have no idea who the current president of the United States is. My afterlife is literally goddamn high school and nothing else.”

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"Gee, a highschool doesn't sound that bad." He isn't trying to start an argument on which afterlife was worst, that would be petty, but he's still pretty adamant about it.

"At least it isn't a hospital. Everyone there is sad, sad, sad. I've never seen a hospital once have a homecoming, or a prom, or a gym class."

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"You--" He pointed to her face without thinking, before the realization of how rude he was being passed over him. Gently, he retracted his hand and gestured to his mouth, tapping on his teeth with a fingernail as he lowered his gaze and his voice.

"--in your teeth. You got something in your teeth."

[metuere-now-exspiritment]

"Are you threatening me?"

America is going to the dogs, honestly. She carelessly tosses her pack of gummy worms (they flop to the ground with an embarrassingly loud crackling noise), just for the sake of humoring him.

"This is a public facility."

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He's unnerved, but doesn't show it, turning back to decide between the green apple flavoured taffy in one hand and the grape flavoured bubblegum in the other.

"You already stuffed like five in your jacket." It's not said as an accusation, more like a polite reminder, before he stuffs the purple package inside his jacket's pocket. Leaning forward to glance across the aisle before filling his now free hand with a package of gummy bears, he continued in his matter of fact way.

"If you don't buy at least one thing, and have been standing hear for fifteen minutes, he's going to know you're stealing."

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"Don't." It's a quiet voice, barely above a whisper.

The boy's sifting through sticks of laffy taffy heatedly, but he still manages to pull himself away from the task at hand to stare at the only other person in the aisle. When the stranger's hand reaches back toward their candy of choice, his face twists up, words getting louder-- but only reaching between the two of them. 

"I really wouldn't do that."

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"stay gold, ponyboy. "

- a johnny cade roleplay blog.

- based on and from the novel the outsiders by s.e. hinton.

- literate & detailed

- +5 years experience.

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You gain power by pretending to be weak. By contrast, you make people feel so strong. You save people by letting them save you. All you have to do is be fragile and grateful. So stay the underdog. People really need somebody they feel superior to. So stay downtrodden. People need somebody they can send a check at Christmas. So stay poor. “Charity” isn’t the right word, but it’s the first word that comes to mind. You’re the proof of their courage. The proof they were a hero. Evidence of their success.

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