Staying Gold

"I'm different that way." { Roleplay blog for Ponyboy Curtis from The Outsiders. I will rp with anyone regardless of age, fandom, verse, etc.. Mun is -18 and so is the muse. } | STATUS | - Offline

[thegoldengreaser]

I'm so sorry for not being on today! Since I must get to bed, replies will be posted in the morning/afternoon! Thanks for sticking with my shenanigans, babes!

[weirdgirlsammy]

When I stepped out into the bright sunlight, from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman, and a ride home.

[theauberginetownhouse-blog]

"It’s quite ironic, actually." Then, he simply told the truth, although his answer remained vague. “An underwater city." His folks did warn him about Rapture, yet he still wanted to see the city before its inevitable downfall. 

[thegoldengreaser]

  "An underwater city..." Pony repeated, in slight disbelief. "Y'mean, almost like Atlantis, or somethin'? Y'got to be kiddin'." Pony had read about Atlantis once, somewhere, which was his reason for bringing it up. Perhaps the said city was the same one the other had taken a trip to? Time will tell.

[literallypunk-blog]

[serenaatheart-blog]

+one—thousand—words

+thegoldengreaser

    Oh, more random people.

            Okay, don’t stare..— Don’t stare. 

    “Uh, hi." 

            Nice going, you ditz. 

[thegoldengreaser]

  Pony wondered why the other seemed so nervous to simply greet him. Then again, he was a greaser, and most people would be. --But Ponyboy, why, he was almost harmless. Almost. At least, he looked it. "Hiya... Do ya need somethin'?"

[thegoldengreaser]

Life is but a twinkling of an eye,

       yet filled with sorrow and compassion

though not imagined.

       All things that happen

will age too old...

       Though gold.

  {+ tillbrooklyn }

  It was awfully late, a little past two in the morning, in fact. Pony just could not fall asleep for the life of him. Perhaps it was too hot, or something of that matter. Which, could have been highly likely, seeing that Tulsa is usually very warm and humid during the summer months. Pony stood there on the porch, just... observing things. Taking it all in for once.

  To his surprise, he saw a person walking by on the sidewalk. It wasn't all too normal for a person to be out at this time of night. Ponyboy contemplated whether or not to let them be-- and he decided against it. "Hey, are y'okay?" He said, just about loud enough for the other to hear, yet not loud enough to wake his older brothers up.

[theauberginetownhouse-blog]

"It’s something I acquired from a trip, recently," Unlike Elisa, and other certain residents, Roger did not have any powers. Nor was he of mixed species ancestry. “An incinerate plasmid." He showed a half empty vial. This was probably the best and worst experiment, ever. 

[thegoldengreaser]

  That was a good thing. Not that mixed species were a bad thing, but... It would save Ponyboy the confusion. The young male stepped a bit closer to examine the vial. Oh, how he would have liked to try it out for himself. --He couldn't, though. What if Darry found out? He would skin him. "Trip? Where did ya go?" Pony was curious. It wasn't just anywhere you could obtain this stuff. Then again, how was Pony to know?

[theoutsiderscaps-blog]

[theauberginetownhouse-blog]

"It isn’t exactly an illusion of some sort." Roger lights up his own pipe before smoking it. It’s part of an experiment of his, really. “But thank you." He exhales a puff of smoke. “The effects are temporary, although I have yet to test its limits."

[thegoldengreaser]

  "If it ain't an illusion, then what is it?" Ponyboy had most certainly been less skeptical after the not-fully-human situation regarding Elisa, but not to the point where he knew all there was to know about abilities, humanoid species, and such. Therefore, he really couldn't take a guess at what the snapping-finger-flame could have been, other than an illusion.

[theauberginetownhouse-blog]

He ignites a single flame with the snap of his fingers. “Hm… fascinating."

[thegoldengreaser]

  "That's a real tuff magic trick y'got there." As you could probably tell, Pony has no idea.

[anderperry-blog]

[serenaatheart-blog]

    “Then try it," 

            she offers the little rectangle, green chip. 

    “It’s not gunna kill you, yknow, unless you’re allergic to things from the sea." 

[thegoldengreaser]

  "Don't think I am." The young male then grasped the seaweed, soon taking a small bite of it. After swallowing, Ponyboy responded with an expression of disgust. He didn't enjoy it at all. He just shook his head, which was his way of silently telling her he didn't.

[thegoldengreaser]

Pony's dialect really pisses me off.

[serenaatheart-blog]

    "Seaweed is actually really good..— Dunno why people don’t like them."

[thegoldengreaser]

  "I ain't ever tried seaweed, so I don't got much of an opinion."

[petitoiseauchanteur-blog]

"I'm different that way."

[kittypeters-thesweetheart-deact]

In the silence, Kitty studied the boy. He seemed a bit… well, intimidating wasn’t quite the right word, but she was sure that maybe he knew some people who were. She looked at the cover of her book, the title slipping from her head as soon as it was mentioned. "Twenty-Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. I really like, uh, historical fiction." She smiled.

[thegoldengreaser]

  She was right. Intimidating certainly wasn't the correct term. Even Soc girl Cherry Valance claimed he and Johnny were too sweet to scare anyone and that Ponyboy didn't look like the type that was one to start in on she and her friend, Marcia. Once again, she was right, being that he did in fact know some intimidating people, like his buddy Dallas Winston, or Tim Shepard's gang. "I haven't read that one yet... Have ya read Gone with the Wind?"

[timeyspaceymadman]

The Doctor’d been walking along— not really noticing anything around him. Which was something new. Usually he was paying attention to any detail around him. He wasn’t paying as close attention, until, of course, he heard a voice that he seemed to come a little clearer. Talking about a dropped wallet.

And turning just slightly, the Time Lord had to do a double take to realise that the stranger was holding out his psychic paper’s leather wallet. Oh. He was glad he’d heard that. Patting his coat pocket, he confirmed that it was his and then smiled warmly, retrieving it. “Thank you! Very much appreciated."

[thegoldengreaser]

  Of course, to Ponyboy, the psychic paper wallet seemed as if it was simply a normal one due to the ordinary leather exterior. It wasn't like he was a genius, like William Shakespeare, or anyone of the sort who wasn't fooled by it. Or, even a certain alien species, for that matter. Besides, he never even opened it. That would have been rather invasive, not to mention rude.

  The young male simply nodded, which was his way of silently saying that the other was welcome. Then, Ponyboy figured it would be appropriate for him to introduce himself, despite the fact that he sort of hated to because of the odd name he possessed. "I uh--... I'm Ponyboy, Ponyboy Curtis. And y'are?"