virgin mary

" Tigerlike, and beautiful. Angela would've loved it if looks could kill, but she never minded getting her hands dirty." - [ Independent Roleplayer ] Based on The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. [ previous url: amorettos. ]

[gallxnt-deactivated20141217]

His eyes roam around the decorated room, brow raised. It’s… interesting, to say the least, not exactly what he expected. But then, he hadn’t really been planning on inviting himself into Angela’s room, either, but no one else was home. 

"Yeah, yeah. D’you know where Tim went? I gotta find him."

[shepardangela-blog]

The little kindness she had in her fell away with the realization he was just another stupid boy looking for her stupid brother. Turning away, rustling through more clean laundry, she didn't even give him another glance.

"He's grown, and I sure don't see myself as a babysitter. Do you?"

[shepardangela-blog]

amorettos <<<< shepardangela

[shepardangela-blog]

 "You're supposed to knock before barging into a girl's room, you know?" Her statement lacks sarcasm, and it's a pleasant change of pace. She just smiles real sweet and lays another clean folded dress onto her bed, staring at the poor soul who stumbled into her world of Magic Sam posters and empty cigarette packages.

[pxnyboys]

     “ — Who said that? ”

            He was good, sure, had to be to make it on the A-             Squad, but he didn’t think he was noticeably good.             Everyone on his team was good, and there were one             or two guys that could give him a run for his money             — only because of his smoking. Ponyboy reckoned             he’d be able to beat them more often than not if not             for the cancer sticks.

     “ ‘s not all that excitin’, really, unless y’ like it an awful lot. ” He shrugged. Darry was the only one who really liked going to see Pony’s meets, not that Sodapop didn’t too — but he liked it more for the support aspect. Where Darry appreciated the sport, Soda just liked cheering on Ponyboy.

       “ D’ya mind givin’ this to your brother? Curly, I mean. ” He dug into his pocket, grabbing the three dollars he’d borrowed the prior week. He’d meant to give the money back to Curly himself, but he’d yet to run into the guy and, when he did, he didn’t have the cash. “ I’ve been meanin’ t’ get that back t’ him… ” 

[shepardangela-blog]

"It'd be safe to assume, if you're winning track meets and all." It's especially safe to assume, if he acts like the feat isn't something to be proud of. Any other guy would be bragging about it, even talking about less recent winnings, and it was odd he didn't seem to be anything but proud for his team. But, Angela supposed that was one of the reasons she found him so damn interesting.

"I'd still love to see for myself." She wouldn't care for the races, or any other faux Olympic attempt, but she would love to watch him-- And the big smile on her face dissolved, sank into nothing as he spoke, and she wished she kept all those silly words of encouragement to herself.

" Yeah, of course. " Disappointment cuts through her face sharp as a blade, but in a moment she regains all her composure. No, she wasn't going to return any damn money to her brother. She'd spend it on cigarettes or a soda, and never breathe a word of it to anyone. 

Because she was selfish and childish. All because she had slept with too many boys to count, but couldn't bring herself to ask Ponyboy Curtis on one single date. 

[oklahomaxreject-deactivated2014]

     Sandy handed back the matches with a friendly enough smile of her own.  Once the matches are out of hand, her hands withdraw back to her person; fingers slip onto her back pockets while her shoulders do something like a shrug.  

     ”Yep, that’s me.” She nodded with a small laugh, her thumbs tugged at her pockets.  The girl before her’s reputation wasn’t very hidden either.  ”You’re — Angela?” 

[shepardangela-blog]

"That's me."  It's nice when people know her by name, but the town isn't that big and she's sure there's bound to be talking behind someone's back if you operate the way she does.  Still, it carries the kind of celebrity she always wanted, and manages to pacify her long enough to make her nice.

"From what I've heard people like you just about as much as they like me--" That's a rarity, but she's flashing her a big friendly grin for reasons that aren't selfish, and that's even more unusual. "--but, they crucify girls down here, don't they?"

[oklahomaxreject-deactivated2014]

amorettos

[oklahomaxreject-deactivated2014]

              Hey — dropped your matches.

[shepardangela-blog]

" Thank you," For a moment she’s pleased, because whenever little things of the like are dropped people tend not to tell her— A less formal way of calling her all those names they rarely say to her face.

And then she recognizes her, and although the friendly smile doesn’t drop, her voice does.

"You’re name’s Sandy, isn’t it?"

[devil-in--his-eyes]

As soon as he sees those devilish red lips which could only belong to a Shepard, Dallas wishes he was stoned. Literally in both sense of the word although he figured that the latter option was a possibility by the way Angela was staring at him. Even if she was a girl, both brothers probably taught her well how to defend herself, and rocks were hardly scarce.

Dallas loved his self-proclaimed good looks too much to risk that.

He bites his tongue to spit out some crude remark, and buys time by lighting a smoke. The nicotine easing his senses and he grins characteristically roguish. “If it ain’t baby Angie out on a stroll, what brings ya ‘round? Stalkin’s ‘gainst the law, y’know.”

[shepardangela-blog]

Without hesitance, she plucked the cigarette from his fingers and took a drag, the process maintained with a strange wordlessness. The boy could run his mouth all day, and break as many laws as he wanted, but Angela would never fear him. She'd maintain as much patience for him as a novelty toy. Less, when he chose to run his mouth, about things him of all people had no right to go off about. 

Breathing smoke in his face, it seeping between perfect rose of teeth and full lips that never managed to be smudged, she spoke low. She had been in a good mood earlier, that couldn't be forgotten, but it couldn't be forgotten the fucking lynx had the audacity to call her a whore.

"If I break any law, honey--" It's sultry and sweet, in a way her eyes betrayed with a forward bitterness. "--It's going to be burying you six feet under." 

[shepardangela-blog]

                                    " For a while I thought I was the dragon.

I guess I can tell you that now. And, for a while, I thought I was

                                                                                                the princess,

cotton candy pink, sitting there in my room, in the tower of the castle,

          young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with

confidence

            but the princess looks into her mirror and only sees the princess,

while I’m out here, slogging through the mud, breathing fire,

                                                               and getting stabbed to death.

                                    Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal.

          You still get to be the hero.

You get magic gloves! A fish that talks! You get eyes like flashlights!

                  What more do you want? "

                                                                  Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out

[classichorrorshit]

[i-run-things]

            “Cos I ain’t fuckin’ stupid, maybe? — I dunno.” He brushed his fingers and thumb along the sides of his chin towards the point, as if grasping for an answer; not scholarly — Tim was anything but — rather sloppily as he sat up and hunched slightly.

[shepardangela-blog]

"If I had been with someone, it isn't any of your damn business, is it?"  Talking back to her brother never ends happy, but the superior tone he's using is grating against her nerves. Yes, oh yes, she had been with someone tonight, someone she had thought was lovely. But, they weren't lovely anymore, and she wanted nothing more to make it to her bed without another shouting match with another lousy boy. 

[southsidesoloist]

"I reckon I know my way around town well enough to get where I’m going. Your concern is endearing, though." A smile, perhaps overly bright, passes across her pink lips. She takes the barbs out of the girl’s words through reply, trying her best to maneuver the conversation without causing a fuss. Only time would tell if she was succeeding, though.

Oh, was that a threat? Getting jumped for money? Her smile widened. “And anyone tries to take my money, they’re going to have to fight me for it. I don’t think I’d need the fuzz.” She’d taken down boys the size of that dark-haired guy she met the other week. Some of Shepard’s punks didn’t scare her at all.

This girl did, though, in a strange, non-threatening sort of way.

Either Sophie was going to piss this girl off spectacularly, or make her think she was crazy.

“‘Sides,” she offered, “I know the guy who runs this side of town.”

[shepardangela-blog]

" Endearing? "

Angela hates her, and it's as simple as hearing that word roll of her lips. Nonetheless, she gives the girl a smile worthy of an old childhood friend. It was better to shatter a false sense of security, rather than just a stranger's ego. 

" Jeez, you sound like quite the fighter. "  It's as polite as a nod of the head, with just as much feeling. Only meant to the fill the space. She watches every movement the social makes, and takes a step closer to her, no hesitance despite the confidence in her words. Every wealthy girl who went slumming thought they were hot shit, thought the boys the followed were tragic heroes.

They were all wrong, and the mention of her brother reassures her she's correct. No girl in her right mind would use him as a vote of confidence, and very briefly she wonders if the young woman in front of her had slept with him.  She wouldn't have doubted it.

" I know the guy too-- " She feigns interest, as if she was child meeting someone who shared the same mundane interest in hide-and-go-seek.  "--he's my brother."

[pxnyboys]

     “ — Yeah, against Nathan Hale. ”

He’s surprised she knows about the meet —             though, he figures, most of the kids know about             it by now, what with the principal had making an             announcement about their win and everything.

     “ They were alright, I guess, an easy win though. ” He didn’t mean to sound as though he were boasting, but it was the truth. Their team was nowhere near as disciplined as his own, and getting to ten points wasn’t so much a challenge as it was a practise.

                                                                   { Ah, shit. Am I gettin’ cocky? } 

              “ Oh, y’know, there was somethin’ I had t’ ask you. ”

[shepardangela-blog]

" I heard you were real good. " No, she hadn't, but she made the assumption, and by his nonchalance about winning she was going to assume she had been right. With a quick drag of her menthol, she blew two raw smoke rings into the air, keeping her eyes steady on them all the while. When she spoke, it came soft, feeling foreign on her lips.

"Maybe, one of these days, I'll have to come and watch."

Angela doubted she'd ever go, but it gave her something to look forward to. His last sentence made her stall, and she was slow to look at him, hesitant to ask what but eager to know what he was talking about. ( Why was talking to him so goddamn hard? )

" What did you have to ask me, Pony? " Her own voice is so close to making her cringe.

[doesntdoanygood]

     { he responds with a scoff and a roll of his eyes, not bothering to flash her that trademark winston smirk. }

        Shouldn’t you be at home ‘r somethin’? It’s late.

[shepardangela-blog]

" What are you, my mother? " She thought he could supply some interest, as a New Yorker  and the ' toughest hood in all of Tulsa. ' He only succeeded in being boring.

" You aren't as tough as you pretend to be, are you? "

[southsidesoloist]

Her voice certainly sounded like honey, until that last, sour note. It was the sort of language she was used to, hostility presenting itself as concern. Sophie, for once, resisted the urge to snap back. She didn’t want to be on the wrong foot with this girl.

She wanted to get to know her better.

"If I went any further, I’m pretty sure I’d be in Texas. Not that it matters to you, I’m sure." She continues to stare at the girl, now less leering and more concentrated. There was something familiar in her face, around the eyes.

[shepardangela-blog]

" Then maybe you should head back home. Wouldn't want to get lost dressed so nice, would you? " She's harsh, but she feels she has every right. What business does a social have mucking around in her brother's territory? If anyone asked her, she was doing the girl a favor.

" If anyone tries to jump you for your money--" It obvious she's loaded, no girl on the Eastside could afford clothes like that. "-- you wouldn't know which way to run for the police station." 

"And they take an awful long time to drive way out here." 

[pxnyboys]

  “ Thanks. ”

         {    He took a long drag from the cancer stick            blowing the smoke in the opposite direction                                         from where Angela stood. }

     “ — So, how’ve y’ been, Angela? ”

[shepardangela-blog]

" Stellar. " 

It's laced with sarcasm, but in a moment the tone drops, and underneath is something sincere. Real interest, real concern, and a look in her eyes that is normally as absent as it is unnameable. 

" How've you been? Didn't you have that big track meet last week? " She doesn't know why she has that knowledge. ( She doesn't even like sports. )

[i-run-things]

         ”The hell you home so early'n?  Who're you with?”

[shepardangela-blog]

" Why do you think I was with anyone? " She tries to avoid the question with tact, but she's fidgeting too much to be comfortable. Deceiving someone is easy for her, casual, but doing so to her older brother is an uphill struggle in a chicken suit.

[i-run-things]

"Y’think your funny?"

[shepardangela-blog]

" There's nothing funny about coming home early, Tim. "