bubbly as a bottle of 7up

patrick curtis... but they call me sodapop. mechanic and competitive steer wrestler shermer native ( rp blog )

[theslvtandthefalcon]

Drop by Beetlejuice tonight if you’re looking for something worthwhile to do in this humdrum of a town. In fact, bring a friend or two – it is a two-drink minimum, but the entertainment will be well worth it, if I do say so myself. 

[itssodapop-blog]

Bold of you to assume I don’t have anything else fun to do. But hey, you had me at “something worth while”.... and lost me at “two-drink minimum”. Your boy isn’t exactly rollin’ in it right now. Shame too, I was looking forward to embarrassing you with girlish shrieking. We really can’t have it all.

[patrick-swayze]

Sodapop Curtis;

Soda is handsomer than anyone else I know. Not like Darry— Soda’s movie-star kind of handsome, the kind that people stop on the street to watch go by. He’s not as tall as Darry, and he’s a little slimmer, but he has a finely drawn, sensitive face that somehow manages to be reckless and thoughtful at the same time. He’s got dark-gold hair that he combs back— long and silky and straight— and in the summer the sun bleaches it to a shining wheat gold. His eyes are dark brown— lively, dancing, recklessly laughing eyes that can be gentle and sympathetic one moment and blazing with anger the next. He has Dad’s eyes, but Soda is one of a kind. He can get drunk in a drag race or dancing without ever getting near alcohol. In our neighborhood it’s rare to find a kid who doesn’t drink once in a while. But Soda never touches a drop— he doesn’t need to. He gets drunk on just plain living. And he understands everybody.

[itssodapop-blog]

Feeling a bead of sweat slide down his forehead Sodapop reached up and swiped it away, leaving a smudge of oil in its place. It was hot in the garage, especially bent under the hood of a car. His fingers were black as night, scars running up the length of tanned and grease-stained arms, as he dug around the engine seeking out the problem. "Ah, there you are,” he muttered to himself, finding the damage. With a sigh, Soda pulled himself out from where he was bent under the hood. Running a dirty rag over his sweaty brow, he turned to the driver with a sympathetic grin. “Looks like a radiator leak. It’s gotta be replaced. We can do that for ya here of course, but it’ll take a couple days to get the parts so we’ll have to keep her here for a while. I’m afraid you can’t drive off with this as is. Leaky radiator could overheat and cause an engine fire.” Slinging his rag over his neck, he let a lopsided grin take to his features. “Sorry for the inconvenience, but safety is top priority. Thank god for Uber, am I right?” 

[oncemorewthfeeling]

It had been a rather shit day today, practically thunder storming while Willa had been working an Auggie was in school. So when the skies parted just an hour after the school day had let out, the young mother had to take her son to the park. It was a warm day, with the sun still high in the sky, but the previous storm had left a nice breeze in the air that made it practically perfect to play outside in. So once Auggie had finished his school work, Willa agreed to spend an hour or so outside, watching him run around on one of the first, nice spring nights the town had seen. Hearing the faint, yet knowing jingle of the impending ice cream truck, the brunette saw numerous children perk up in excitement. Sighing, she looked through her purse for a few dollars and only found a twenty. Turning to the person next to her, she gave them a soft smile. “Can you break a twenty? They always get mad when I try to pay for a dollar spongebob popsicle with anything larger than a five.”

[itssodapop-blog]

Having spent most of his time cooped up in a garage under the hood of a car, Sodapop was pretty eager to go out into the warmth once the weather calmed down. He liked the rain and thunder, but sometimes you just needed a little bit of sunshine. So a walk in the park felt like a good way to go, considering the stables would be too wet to take the horses out for a ride. Seated on a bench with a sketchpad in his lap, loosely drawing out the view before him, he’d almost missed it when someone asked him for some change. Looking up from the pad, he noted the sound of the approaching ice cream truck. “Uhh, yeah, lemme see,” he said softly, digging into his pocket for his wallet and finding a few dollars. With a smile, he handed them over to the woman. “Probably can’t break a twenty but here - wouldn’t want your little one to miss out on that Spongebob popsicle. You’d think in this day and age those guys would have one of those card reader things for the smartphone. I mean, how many people carry cash these days?” Soda chuckled, watching as children flocked towards the curb. “I didn’t even realize they still had ice cream trucks.” 

[itssodapop-blog]

( luke mitchell, cismale, he/him/his, 29 ) — have you seen [ PETER “SODAPOP” CURTIS ] around shermer? i hear they’re CHIVALROUS, but can also be CREDULOUS. they remind me of [ SODAPOP CURTIS from THE OUTSIDERS ], but it might just be me. last i saw them, they were working as a(n) [ AUTOMOBILE MECHANIC and COMPETITIVE STEER WRESTLER ]. — 

GENERAL

FULL NAME: Peter John Curtis and PLS don’t call him peter NICKNAME(S): Sodapop AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 29, 10/08/1989 OCCUPATION: Mechanic and Competitive Steer Wrestler GENDER: Cismale PRONOUNS: He/Him/His HOMETOWN: Shermer, Illinois CURRENT RESIDENCE: Shermer, Illinois POSITIVE TRAITS: Chivalrous, Affable, Charismatic, Perceptive NEGATIVE TRAITS: Credulous, Sensitive, Distant, Reckless

BIOGRAPHY

born on the wrong side of the tracks, sodapop is just another one of “them curtis boys” - a trio of brothers who hadn’t been dealt the easiest of cards. they weren’t born to any life of luxury or promise. the curtis family was from the lower income side of town - the place where the houses mournfully leaned into the muddy ground, where strays wandered freely and where you better not stare at anyone too long lest you wanted to end up broken in a ditch somewhere. trials were no stranger to the folks from these parts, and that rang true for the curtises. soda himself was about sixteen that summer when the accident occurred. his memories of it are hazy, but he could tell you it was hot and musty out in the garage where he was occupying ponyboy while the cops talked to darry on the porch. sixteen isn’t exactly too young to grow up, but the difficult days that came after certainly took him from pure innocence to something different. it was just the three of them now and sodapop knew better than anyone that you don’t have anything to lean on if not your family. and nothing’s more important than family - not to a curtis. he didn’t think twice about the decision to quit school, not once looking back when he’d decided to drop out and enter the work force. times were tough, and without a mom and a dad to keep the boys afloat there was little else to do. 

despite this tragedy, you would never know a more cheerful guy. somewhat irritably optimistic, sodapop is known for being this affable and charming young man who’s rather easy to get on with. in fact, it’s that jovial spirit that lead to his nickname of “sodapop” - a name his mother affectionately called him because he was “as bubbly as a bottle of 7up.” soda’s sweet, gallant and not too bad on the eyes. all the curtis boys were considered “dreamy” by most people’s standards, and it wasn’t a surprise to see girls flocking to the gas station where he worked. he’s got an infectious charisma and a sunny sort of outlook on life - why dwell on the negatives in life when there’s so much good to balance it out? he wasn’t interested in alcohol or getting drunk, as he put it he would much rather be “drunk on life” than a piss-tasting drink. it may seem pathetic to some or admirable to others, but in reality that happy-go-lucky attitude’s just a coping mechanism; the only way he can avoid the reality of his rather unfortunate life. there’s always been tension between his brothers, and sodapop being the middle boy was already dragged between whatever drama was unfolding between darry and pony. not that he minded - he was the glue that kept the boys together and he wouldn’t want it any other way. in secret, it’s always taken a bit of a toll on him, though you’d never be able to tell with how easily he holds himself. 

bubbly and sociable, sodapop can be seen often at whatever watering hole the people of shermer frequent. he lives for the chance to meet and connect with new people and often busies himself with hobbies and distractions to take away from whatever could be happening at home. since he was young he had a keen interest in anything outdoorsy and ‘country’. growing up on john wayne films and bonanza, sodapop became really interested in anything ‘western’ and began taking horseback riding lessons. his skill on the saddle eventually lead to him training in rodeo events, becoming rather gifted at steer wrestling. when he was a teen he became the county’s best ‘bull dogger’ and began competing in state. he had a pretty promising future as a rodeo pro before the accident happened. now he’s seen around the grounds less and less, but he still tries to take time out of his hectic work schedule to spend time at the stables and still competes regularly in local rodeos to keep his appetite quenched. it’s his real passion, though he doesn’t let on how much he loves the sport - he wouldn’t want his family to feel bad for him giving up his dream to help support them and put ponyboy through school. 

even though he’s handsome and garners a lot of favorable attention from the opposite sex, sodapop has only ever been in love once. they met first day of kindergarten on the playground. he spat his gum in her hair and she punched him in the nose. it was love at first sight. their relationship lasted all the way up into their teen years. they could have been another ‘high school sweethearts’ small town cliche, if she hadn’t cheated on him. soda was dealing with the loss of his parents and became “too distant” for her liking, and she sought comfort in another’s arms. any other guy might’ve dumped her right then and there, but sodapop was too in love to care. he needed another person, and when she turned up pregnant and alone he decided to look after her. he was content on being the father to a child that wasn’t his but the turmoil of recent events and the infidelity were too much. she broke up with him and skipped town and he’s not heard from her since. he acts like it doesn’t matter to him but deep down he’s still hurt by it. he found himself wanting the family they were going to have, even at just sixteen, and he’s always felt like he missed out on something - some kind of happiness and some other life outside of the one he’s in. it’s stuck with him and keeps him from being truly vulnerable and getting past senseless flirting with any girls around town. he’s pretty much given up on finding that bit of happiness again. 

being from the “wrong side of the tracks”, sodapop has created a tight knit community with the other young adults that populate shermer’s lower income district. they’ve all come from the same roots, a bunch of “outsiders” who would rather stay stuck in the dredges from which they were born than perhaps try to get out of there. he loves this family he has - growing up poor and with difficulties built character for all of them and a camaraderie that extends beyond blood. they all look out for each other, and they’ve always got each other’s backs. living and fighting besides these people is the greatest adventure he’s ever embarked on - an exciting and fun challenge to survive despite their social status. he wouldn’t trade them for anything, especially with how they all rallied to support the boys when their parents passed. he is pretty sure there are no better people in all of illinois and wouldn’t hesitate to throw a punch in their name if the going ever gets tough. 

not exactly ambitious, it’s hard to tell where sodapop is planning on going in life. he’s satisfied with where he is and doesn’t see much reason to change. however, with the realization that he’s almost 30 and hasn’t done much in his life dawning on him, the young man is slowly beginning to see the lax nature of his life is perhaps not going to always work for him. it may just be the spark that could start the flame of ambition in the man and finally get him to approach the conflicting emotions hiding deep down under the surface which threaten soda to start thinking about life beyond taking care of his brothers and to actually do something for himself for once. 

if he could ever think of doing that anyway. 

MISC

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteromantic LANGUAGES: English FAMILY: Darry Curtis (older brother), Ponyboy Curtis (younger brother), parents (deceased), The Outsiders (friends/basically extended family)  PET(s):a pitbull puppy named Fizz Curtis; not exactly a “pet” but his rodeo horse is a blue roan quarter horse named Cher Ami ZODIAC SIGN: Libra MBTI: ESTP AESTHETIC: scuffed cowboy boots, flannel and wranglers; faint smell of sandalwood on his collar, cherry cola and nicotine on his breath; hunting rifles and always-damp waders; dusty 1979 ford f100 in need of a wash, tailgate filled with fishing rods, tarp and lukewarm cans of coke and 7up; faded chicago cubs dad hat worn backwards, vintage denim jackets, and wads of pomade; elvis, johnny cash, leonard cohen and conway twitty blaring from the casette player; lively, dancing, recklessly laughing eyes; several days old scruff and tousled hair

WANTED CONNECTIONS

friends - he’s a friendly and outgoing social butterfly so idk give him friends. pretty self explanatory. always open.

enemies - soda isn’t someone who cares deeply about any sorta ‘status quo’ but that doesn’t mean everyone he encounters is gonna be his friend. so if you don’t like him, cool. he’ll probably just be a cheeky bastard to anyone who doesn’t like him but we’re gonna have fun with that. open

hook up - just because his heart has only ever belonged to one person doesn’t mean his penis belonged to one person. it’s been like a decade since his heartbreak so i can’t imagine he didn’t stick it somewhere multiple times. open

client - soda works as a mechanic and also a competitive steer wrestler. meaning? he spends a lot of time under the hood of people’s cars or at the stables. maybe your muse is a frequent to the autobody shop and they strike up some kind of casual friendship. or maybe your muse has always wanted to learn how to ride a horse so the rodeo boy has been teaching them. idk lets get creative. open

anything - literally anything. i’m desperate. always open.

[lukemitchells]

[itssodapop-blog]

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