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@rodney-dodger
Dodger is well known for his graffiti artwork throughout Tulsa. He eventually grows into a more serious artist and Delainey is his most favorite subject to draw.
Dodger Ulric Adams <3 Delainey Jain Dodger
A window breaks down a long dark street And a siren wails in the night But I'm alright 'cause I have you here with me
Rod’s Future (Delainey edition)
Codney’s first born is a daughter (the one Carmen was preggo with when this group wrapped up). Rodney is initially not pleased because he wanted a male heir (in case you forgot Rod was always a little sexist. lol) But the very second, the very millisecond, he lays eyes on her, she becomes the center of his universe. All negative feelings about not having a boy (if you recall, there was actual thought put into how to ensure they had a boy, but oops, it’s a girl!) disappear completely when he holds his Delainey Jain.
She is named after Carmen’s mama (Angel called her Lainey) and the Adams’ (Jane is Hailey’s beloved grandmother’s middle name, but they spelt it Jain after Cain)
Rodney initially tries to sideline Delainey into the Mama Greaser role while awaiting their boy (I know, let’s all sigh at Rod, ladies), but he EVENTUALLY comes into a new way of thinking that a woman can lead the Greasers (after all, Hailey did kick some major ass as Soc leader). So Delainey becomes heir apparent to the Greaser throne.
For the rest of his life, though, Rodney holds on to the differences between Greaser and Soc, instilling the battle mindset into Delainey. However, neither have a heart to interfere with love. It is no longer an offense that will get you kicked out of the Greasers. Love across town lines is fair game as long as loyalty is unaffected, spies for love are NOT allowed. Peace, however, doesn’t come as easily.
Delainey and Dodger Adams are the new Codney destiny (agreed upon by Lisa, Kay, and myself many a year ago now, though they don’t have near the drama it took for Codney to admit things LOL). They are diapers to wedding bells. He is her second, her best friend, and her equal, forever and always. One and done for this girl. They are solid as they come, I mean, look at their rolemodels...Codney and Cailey. Both pair of parents are THRILLED, even though the irony is not lost on Rod.
Rod often calls her D.J., and she goes by this nickname in her leadership as well so that new threats won’t look at her first as a woman but as a legitimate power to fear. She has her father’s pride ten times over. It would not be unheard of for Dodger to go in front of her to a meeting, only for a switcharoo after the Soc has been made a fool.
She is about 50/50 in parental traits, she has their soft heart, her mother’s way of talking sense to silly boys and nurturing nature, but that’s coupled with her father’s ego LOL. She can be a bit of a mess like them both, too.
The Crap Shack will ultimately go to her after Cal and Angel pass and she gets old enough, as Rod and Carmen will live out their lives in the shack he built for her on their wedding day. I imagine the current Adams house will go to one of the twins because Delainey wants the Crap Shack.
Sidenote in case any of you were worried, Rodney is faithful until the end of his days to Carmen. He grew out of faithfulness issues, and he never even looks twice at another woman for all his life. Delainey had a beautiful example of how a husband should treat his wife.
D.J. all grown up:
Delainey with Dodger:
Dodger Adams & Delainey Dodger
I’m a planet
It’s official
One of the hotter planets, the hottest tiny human-carrying planet. You’ve got a Dodger in there, babe, our ego has to fit somewhere. { he kisses her and laughs } Please don’t hit me, you’re stunnin’.
Tomorrow Will Be Kinder
Black clouds are behind me I now can see ahead Often I wonder why I try hoping for an end Sorrow weighs my shoulders down and trouble haunts my mind But I know the present will not last and tomorrow will be kinder
Today’s theme song ….
Wonderland Magazine (2014)
Ship to Wreck | Holly & Rodney
Holly smiled at the mention of her old friend. “Sounds about right. How many houses did the old girl burn down while I was gone?” Things hadn’t ended well between Holly and Carmen, but she still loved the girl wholeheartedly. She nodded at Rodney with a small smile when he placed the wine near her.
She whipped her head around to look at him when he took a firm hold on her arm. “Don’t fucking grab me, Dodger,” she spat, yanking her arm away quickly. Her voice rose to a new, strained octave as she spoke. “I want you to be happy, Rodney.” She stared at him for a moment before continuing. “I love you, Rod, as much as I always have. I just want you to be happy. I need you to understand that I did what I did to give you your best chance.” It was true. To Holly, everything she had done to and for Rodney was out of love. “I wanted you to find happiness with someone who could love you more than I could. That has always been what I’ve wanted.” The water started to boil (a watched pot never boils, anyway), so Holly left his side to go get pasta from her pantry.
What else did she want?
“I could love you more now than I could back in the day. I’ve changed,” she mused, coming back to him. “But you and I both know that’s out of the question,” Holly said, giving him a knowing smile. “I’d settle for being in your life again, as friends.” She dumped the pasta into the water and turned to him. “I’ve missed you.”
“Ruined a few pans, but no houses,” he would always smile when he talked about Carmen. It was impossible not to, even when he felt his insides being ripped apart all over again. Just being in the same room as her again, it brought everything to the surface. Things he never wanted to feel again.
He hastily let go as she yanked her arm away. “Don’t fuckin’ play with me, Holly,” Rod snapped back. He used to believe every word she said like it was holy, but now he couldn’t trust a word of it. “I am happy!” He shouted like she had accused him of a terrible crime instead of wishing him the best. “No, I don’t understand. I don’t think I ever will. You didn’t make that choice for me, Holly, you fuckin’ didn’t.” There was a bitterness in his tone that may never go away. Memories of immeasurable pain flashed vividly in his mind, the way they always would. “You didn’t even try to love me back. You gave up on me when I would have done anything for you. I loved you that much!”
As the water boiled, he turned around, bracing himself on the counter. At her words, he felt his stomach drop. Facing her again, he couldn’t even manage a smile. Holding up his left hand, he agreed, “yeah, it is. I asked a different question to another woman a long time ago.” Placing it back on the counter, he added as he leaned back, "Her name’s Carmen Dodger now, been that way since January. I’ll be a dad in a few months too, pretty fuckin’ terrifyin’, huh?” He shrugged, the light in his eyes when he talked about his family faded as he met hers, “I’ve never been happier. Turns out you can give your heart to someone else, who knew? I love my wife, she’s everything I want, but it doesn’t changed what happened between us and I don’t know if we can be friends. I just don’t know.”
Ship to Wreck | Holly & Rodney
Holly smiled and rolled her eyes at him as he neared her. “Alright, but no complaining if you don’t like it. Would you mind grabbing a bottle of wine for me? I have a couple in the fridge.” His reaction made her stomach drop with guilt. Marrying someone else was one of her worst mistakes. “Yeah, Rod. I did.”
“The divorce was finalized a few months ago,” she said, her voice flat. “That’s why I’m back here. I married to cope, I think. I lost you and Noah back to back, but losing you was my fault.” She looked up at him, feeling calmer as his voicec softened. “What happened? I was broken, you know? I kind of just gave over control, because every time I was in control, I hurt someone.” She turned to stir the pot of water, begging it to boil. “And then the marriage just fizzled out, because I didn’t care and I didn’t try. Everyone I actually cared about was gone.” Holly looked back to him, trying to smile, but it didn’t look natural. “I’ve never been good at coping, you know.”
“I survived the Carmen learning how to cook phase,” he quirked a brow, “I can eat anything. Trust me.” He moved away from her to grab a bottle as requested and set it on the counter. Wine wasn’t something he indulged in much, but it was certainly nothing he’d refuse.
He didn’t interrupt, he just listened. It was hard to hear, and suddenly all his heartbreak seemed for nothing. “If you want me to say it’s okay, I can’t,” Rodney had no profound sentiment or compassionate word, and he couldn’t let himself feel any sympathy for her. “No, I know, you never have been. Hell, you’re looking at one long coping mechanism. I want you to be happy, Holls, somehow I can’t wish you any sufferin’ after all that. But I offered you everything I had and it nearly cost me everything. I loved you more than you’ll ever know, and you sent me a letter to tell me you never did feel that same devotion back. It stung, fuck it--it ripped the very heart from my chest, and I can’t and never could hate you for it, which just hurt worse.” He grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop stirring that damn pot and look at him, “this has always been you not knowing what you want. You are one of the strongest, most interestin’ women I have ever met and so damn fickle. You cope so you don’t have to know, but you’re gonna answer me. What is it you really want, Holls?”
Ship to Wreck | Holly & Rodney
Her home felt alive now, thanks to Rodney. Normally, the air was still, but now that he was inside, the house seemed to breathe. She watched him quietly as he browsed through her space, as he took it and her in. While she knew that he of all people would never judge her, it was hard to watch him peruse through her world, a place that had been otherwise untouched for ages. He was both foreign and all too familiar there at the same time, and it unsettled her. There had been a time where he himself had been her home.
Holly looked up at him over her nose as she bent over to get a pot. “You’d be surprised how few secrets there are in this house,” she laughed, pulling herself to her feet. “And if there were secrets, Rodney Dodger, they definitely wouldn’t be in the kitchen. You sure? No favorite foods or anything you’re dying to have?” Filling the pot with water, she turned her head to look at him. “I was married, for a year and a half,” she said tentatively, after a few moments. If they were going to talk, Holly thought, she might as well start off with the bombshell. “Noah and I moved to Oregon, but things ended. I moved it with a friend of mine, and he and I got married a few months later. His name was Henry. I was Holly Meyers for a year and a half.” She shrugged and turned to walk to the pantry. He had said to surprise him, after all.
There was an ease with Holly, even after all this time, they could be right back up as if it were only yesterday they said goodbye. “That’s where I keep all my secrets,” he joked as he pushed off the wall and walked towards her. “I’ll eat anything, cook me the thing you make best.” He leaned against her counter and nearly fell off at her ‘surprise.’ “What?!” He choked out in shock, “You...married?” Was he more shocked she got married or that it wasn’t to Noah? He wasn’t sure.
“Well, hearts are fickle things,” he added. All her talk about how she could only give her heart away once, and she went off and married some guy who made her name sound like a housewife who had Tupperware parties. “And yours is very possibly the most fickle I’ve seen. It’s an art, Holls.” He came around the counter, still frantically trying to process this. “You still married--of course not, decided it wasn’t worth it, did ya?” It had taken so long to get over what she had done to his heart, and she didn’t seem to miss a beat. He took a deep breath, his voice softer as he exhaled, “Holly...what happened?”
Ship to Wreck | Holly & Rodney
“I mean, he’s my brother.” Holly furrowed her brow and made a face. “I guess I miss him out of principle. There are some people you just always love and I guess a brother makes the list. He was smart when he wanted to be,” she smiled, “but no, there’s plenty of stimuli elsewhere.” It had always been hard to talk about Hunter to him. There was no way Rodney could ever understand her love for her brother, due to his own view of him.
“No kidding,” she muttered in return as she turned to walk towards her front door. Things with Noah had just…ended. Very anticlimactic, considering their history. She had often wondered what would have happened if she hadn’t considered history and instead acted on love. Rodney probably would have been her choice, and the thought scared her. She felt him hovering behind her as she unlocked the door, suddenly self-conscious as she opened her world up to him again. She gestured for him to follow her inside.
Holly’s house was white, inside and out, but she used her bare walls hang pictures of people from her life. There were pictures of Carmen, Rose and Hailey, Cain. Old photos of the Four Amigos: Holly, Hunter, Lauren and Noah. Family photos. Andrew, Henry and Adiland from Oregon. Rodney. White bookshelves leaned against almost every wall, corralling the lazy, mismatched furniture in each room. Drafts of her poems were tacked to the door frames. Her record player, the same one she and Rodney had used to dance to Elvis the first time she brought him around, sat in the middle of the floor. “Um…you can look around if you want while I get food started. Be as nosy as you’d like. I’m an open book.” She dropped her bag on the floor and headed to the kitchen, grateful for the time to compose herself. “Is there anything you really want?”
“Still hard to believe,” he smirked, lifting his hands to relinquish his view on the conversation. He’d never like Hunter, but Holly was always different. She...she he had more than liked. A birth certificate as proof that she belonged to that family would have been nice. “I know ya love him,” Rod murmured, letting the topic drop.
He had a few comments racing through his mind, a good majority were nasty in nature. She had given up everything they had--everything he thought they had for this epic idea of one heart per person. Back then, he’d have given anything to prove her wrong. He raged against the world to prove Holly Finn was wrong and belonged with him. It was all for nothing. Being right now didn’t have the same satisfaction he always thought it would. Rodney was quiet for a long while, something extraordinarily rare.
Studying her walls as he was allowed entry to not just her home, but her life, he smiled at the thought of how much had changed since the first time he had charmed his way into Holly’s life. His eyes scanned her poems, he always knew she was good. Better than good. Spinning around to face her, the question felt weighted. Sure it was about dinner, but he couldn’t help wondering what he really wanted. Walking through her house was wandering through what might have been. “Got any Soc secrets in there?” He joked, to lighten the internal tension. The fingers of his left hand curled around the wall’s corner as he leaned into it and laughed. “Surprise me.”
Ship to Wreck | Holly & Rodney
Standing in front of him, Holly felt naked and out of place, a stranger in her own body. He had become a ghost to her, so having him close enough to touch felt fake and fragile. She had felt like she had been floating through life, just barely existing, until Rodney’s face made her crash back to reality. Seeing him changed everything.
She smiled slightly. “I always look back.” It was true. Like all writers, she was horribly nostalgic. “Hunter? I have no idea. I haven’t spoken to him in two years. Since I left.” It was hard to listen to his slight jabs, but if anything, she knew they were deserved. “If you had heard about it, you would’ve known before me.” Holly shrugged. “I always come back to Tulsa, right?” So did Rodney. Even after all the times Holly or Rodney ran away, trying to get out, they both always ended right back where they started.
“Noah’s long gone,” she said, grimacing both at the question and at it’s delivery. Too many people in her life were distant memories and Noah Harvelle was an unfortunate one on the list. She paused, hesitant to continue. There were too many things she could tell him, but none of them felt appropriate standing outside while she was practically strangers with the man. “Do you want to come inside? I could make you dinner, if you’d like.” The sudden need for company overwhelmed her, but she tried not to let it be seen on her face.
He couldn’t count the number of times he had wished he had just gone with her or taken her with him. Everything turned out like it was supposed to he figured, but it didn’t change the hours he had missed her.
“Yeah, you do,” he agreed with a half-hearted shrug. The question on whether she saw any regrets when she did got swallowed down. It didn’t matter. “You didn’t miss much stimulating conversation there, I bet.” Rodney had always found Hunter dull, which made sense why the Socs made him leader. He smiled in acknowledgment. She was like him in that way, they always came home in the end. Home was just a different place for both of them now.
Mentally fighting the urge for a victory comment or a self-righteous smirk, he had to be the bigger man. Then again, out of all accusations, that was never one of them. “What a waste of paper,” he muttered. It was a childish remark, but he didn’t care. He had never known what Noah’s letter had said, but if it was the more positive spin of what he got, he couldn’t feel sorry for either of them. She had a choice, and she made it. Not his fault it wasn’t worth it. He did want to talk to her, though. Tell her things, but the time had to be right. Carmen would be with Hailey until at least after dinner. “Yeah, yeah I do. I got a bit of time before I need to be home.” It was always near impossible to walk away from her when she had that look on her face, the subtle hint of vulnerability. He could always see it.
Ship to Wreck | Holly & Rodney
Holly froze, her breathing hitched, trying to decide if she stayed in one place and didn’t move an inch, maybe he would leave. He had been one of the people she had tried to shove away to memory, to no real avail. She could still feel him behind her. Slowly, she let the air out of her lungs and turned her head to look at him.
He looked like the same boy she had known for years; the same smile, the same crinkle in the corners of his eyes. But he, much like her, had aged. His hair fell a different way and he had filled out, looking more like a man now than a boy. She was worried that if she stared at him too long, the illusion would disappear and he would be gone, once again.
“Rodney,” she said, her voice cracking softly as she uttered his name for the first time in almost two years. After a moment, she tore her eyes away from his, glancing back down at her bag, finally pulling her key out of a crevice somewhere at the bottom. When she looked back to him, he was still there, very much real and not an illusion from the heat. “I…hi.” A small smile appeared on her face. “Hi.”
It used to be a game to try to take her breath away. He used to be such a fool for her. The way her breathing altered now when he spoke to her, the slight tension in her body, it took him back a little. Seeing her face, though, that changed everything. It made her real again. No longer a bitter memory or a crumbled letter shoved in a box with a ring on a chain.
“Holly Finn back in Tulsa, hold the press, never thought you’d look back,” he laughed, though the humor of it didn’t quite reach his eyes fully. Rodney didn’t know how to take her return, the heart doesn’t forget. Still, she smiled, and his heart couldn’t forget that either. “Your brother isn’t dyin’ of some painful, terminal disease, is he?” A Greaser could hope. There was a spark of teasing in his eyes, not that he’d pretend to mourn if it turned out to be true, but he wasn’t sure that was the punishment Holly deserved. “Nah, I woulda heard ‘bout that. Ain’t that lucky.”
Taking a half-step back, he wouldn’t go where he wasn’t invited. “Nice house,” he commented as he looked it over. It just screamed Holly, why he’d never noticed before, he didn’t know. Probably because he tried not to think about her anymore. His jaw clenched a bit before the next question, married or not, he’d hate that man ‘til his last breath. “Uh, Noah come with ya?”
Ship to Wreck | Holly & Rodney
The summer sun bore down on the streets of Tulsa. Holly had become so accustomed to the moderate weather in Oregon that she had forgotten how miserable summers in Oklahoma could be. Her dress clung to her sticky stomach. Her hair was longer now, hanging close to halfway down her back. Not only did she look different, but she felt different - no longer an irrational teenage girl, but a woman in her own right.
Learning how to live in Tulsa again was difficult. Instead of getting in touch with her friends and family upon her return, she had moved to a home of her own. The town felt different; it was strange how much simpler the town was without the influence of the Soc and Greaser rivalry. She had never considered that there were some people in the town who didn’t notice the constant fighting and monetary prejudice. Those ideas felt foreign to her now, and life was simpler.
Holly was returning to her home after spending the day at the rebuilt Juliet’s Cafe, catching up with Juliet and helping out. Mostly, she spent her days writing in the corner - she was a writer now, publishing poems and short stories and working on a novel -, but it was nice to have company who cared enough to stop and chat during downtime hours, and Juliet had always been that to Holly. No one else really knew that Holly had returned home besides Juliet. Holly had never had anonymity, a concept which she now found refreshing.
It was nighttime, but the sun had only just started to set, casting soft hints of orange into the otherwise blue sky. Her small white house with her white Thunderbird car sat in the distance, on the corner. It was right on the border of the Greaser and Soc territories, but somehow no one had noticed her or her house. She watched her former friends pass by from her kitchen window, sometimes in herds, sometimes alone, as they came to and from Juliet’s, the Rolladium, The Drive-In. They looked happy, and she was happy for them.
Holly was distracted when she began to dig around in her bag to find her house key, ignoring the footsteps she could hear faintly around the corner. She never knew anyone she met on the street anymore, anyway.
Tulsa had stilled more in the last year than it ever really had, but Rodney brushed it off as people settling down and getting married. It’d liven up again. He sure as hell didn’t like the Socs any more than he ever had, and if he could catch an opportunity to rally the boys for jumping one, he’d take it. That was the problem: opportunity.
Married life was harder than he expected, especially when it came with ‘and baby makes three’ less than a month into the marriage. Bills had to be paid, and the bigger she got, the harder it was for Carmen to contribute meaning Rod was picking up more hours at the store to make ends meet for their little one.
He was as in love with his wife as ever, it was the adult stuff he hated. Peter Pan backed into a corner and forced to grow up. Everyone was growing up. This was a new Tulsa, the dawn of the next generation coming through.
Carmen had needed the Boat to drive to Hailey’s for some baby talk and sewing something, he had only been half-listening to her. He still would pour over those old plans with a beer and improve the strategy. Old habits died painfully hard with Rodney.
Walking home from the store, he stopped in front of a house he must have passed a dozen or more times without even noticing it. There was nothing special about the place itself to make him pause, no, it was the woman standing before it. Her back was turned away from him, head down to search her purse, but he knew her.
He’d know her anywhere.
Her hair was longer now, her clothes were different, and she held herself a little differently. A maturity to her posture had grown since they had last met. He walked up the sidewalk, coming up behind her. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmured, shoving his hands in his pocket, “you never could find your keys.” Despite the years, that tug at his lips was the same boyish grin. It never would change. “Hey, Holls.”
When you fucking dive into another person or character. I’m a Gemini so for me I try to keep one side of my life for everyone that I’m around and then the other side I can kind of explore in other people with the character stuff. I can get away with doing things that I would probably never do, but the other side of me would.
Jack smiled on the sound of Rodney’s voice. There was something strangely comforting about it. “Cat? Nah man, it was the call of the wolves,” he responded with a friendly smack on the arm. “What have I missed? Are the Socs bowing down at our feet yet?”
He gave a small howl in response before laughing, “knew ya couldn’t stay away forever.” Greasers always come home in the end, Rod knew that better than anyone. “You missed a few babies and weddin’s. Mine included,” he held up his left hand as proof, “tricked Mama Greaser into marryin’ me. We got our next Greaser leader on the way too.” He shook his head to the next question, “they’re on their knees alright, unfortunately not bowing to us. They’ve become an infestation. Peace and love is goin’ ‘round too much lately. Gotta fix all that.”
Jack could never stay away from Tulsa. He had to travel. The thought of settling down was a nightmare but Tulsa was home. It was where he always had friends to give him a place to stay and a much needed good meal.
“Look what the cat dragged on ‘ome,” Rodney hollered to a long lost face around here. He wasn’t much for envy, but if there was any life he wanted a quick peak into, it’d be Jack’s. The freedom of the open road, all the traveling. It was always a tempting call. “Fuckin’ Massey,” he greeted with that infamous smirk playing on his lips.