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@thewolfpackalpha
*Dally's at the lot, it's late, and he looks more than a little out of it. He barely reacts when Johnny comes there.*
( @thewolfpackalpha)
*Johnny curls up and lights a cigarette.*
What are ya doin' here?
Tryna sleep.
How's that goin' for ya?
*He looks up at him blankly.*
I just got here, man.
I know.
*he takes a drag of his cigarette, curling back up.*
*He looks away.*
*Darry comes walking into the bar, he looks like he's in a hurry.* You gotta find Dally.
( @askdarrycurtis)
why what happened?
Johnny said he wished Dally was dead, and Dally said he can fix that. Ain't seen them since.
*his face softens*
fuck Dallas…
*he rubs his face*
He's not anywhere.
okay okay let’s go look. where did ya check?
Train tracks. Tried following him, but I lost him. Johnny ran too.
check the lot? are there any bridges nearby?
Checked the lot. Some bridges, yeah. Haven't checked 'em yet. He'll listen to you, not me.
let’s start where ya haven’t checked.
*Buck walks around the bar and heads to the parking lot*
*He follows.* He's not here, right?
( @ask-buckmerrill)
nope.
Damn...
*Buck gets into his truck*
*Darry follows.*
where first?
There's a bridge over there.
alright.
*he starts driving*
*He keeps an eye out for Dally.* When we find him, you talk to him.
can’t you? I’ve had enough of this sappy shit.
Dally listens to two people enough to respect their opinion. One's Johnny, the other's you.
He ain't needin' sappy shit, he needs to be brought home, before he pulls some Dallas Winston kind of move that gets him hurt, or worse. You know how he is. Throw some feelings in there and you got yourself a bomb about to explode.
okay okay.
*he nods*
*they make it to the bride*
*Someone's standing on the bridge.*
shit-
*he gets out of the truck and runs over*
DALLAS!
Go 'way!
*he grabs his shoulders*
you are not jumpin’ off that bridge god damnit!
Why the hell wouldn't I? Huh? Get off me!
*he yanks him back*
because ya have people that actually give a shit if you die!
Get off me!
I ain’t lettin’ my best friend kill himself!
Screw you! I'm gonna anyways, an' ya know it!
DALLAS WINSTON!
*He looks defiant, for a moment, then, the second Buck raises his voice, flinches, before the defiance returns.*
Shut up!
I ain’t shuttin’ up until you get away from that edge and come home.
I ain't comin' home.
*he drags him away from the ledge and over to the truck*
*He struggles against him.*
*he shoves him in the back of the truck and locks the door*
*He tries to open it.*
*he climbs into the drivers seat*
I ain’t lettin’ you jump, Dallas.
You had no problem with it last time.
you’re not fuckin’ killing yourself.
Whatever.
Dallas.
Don't.
*his lip curls and he starts to drive*
*He just keeps trying.*
knock it off.
Let me go.
Can't ya care what I want?
not when it’s something selfish that’ll ruin the lives of everyone who cares about you!
It'd make Johnny's life better!
says who?! no it fuckin’ wouldn’t!
Heard him say it.
he was probably stressed and didn’t really mean it you big idiot.
Fuck off.
no. I’m not fuckin’ off.
*He pulls his switchblade out.*
Dallas what the hell do you think you’re doin’?
*He flicks the blade out, studying it.*
put that shit away.
Dallas.
*He doesn't let go of it.*
Dallas I swear to god!
What?!
put the knife away.
DALLAS!
*He presses the blade to his wrist.*
*he pulls over*
Dallas!
What?!
*he reaches back and tries to take the knife away*
*His grip tightens.*
dal knock it off!
It's just blood.
stop hurting yourself for God’s sake.
you’re acting like a child!
Shut up!
*Darry comes walking into the bar, he looks like he's in a hurry.* You gotta find Dally.
( @askdarrycurtis)
why what happened?
Johnny said he wished Dally was dead, and Dally said he can fix that. Ain't seen them since.
*his face softens*
fuck Dallas…
*he rubs his face*
He's not anywhere.
okay okay let’s go look. where did ya check?
Train tracks. Tried following him, but I lost him. Johnny ran too.
check the lot? are there any bridges nearby?
Checked the lot. Some bridges, yeah. Haven't checked 'em yet. He'll listen to you, not me.
let’s start where ya haven’t checked.
*Buck walks around the bar and heads to the parking lot*
*He follows.* He's not here, right?
( @ask-buckmerrill)
nope.
Damn...
*Buck gets into his truck*
*Darry follows.*
where first?
There's a bridge over there.
alright.
*he starts driving*
*He keeps an eye out for Dally.* When we find him, you talk to him.
can’t you? I’ve had enough of this sappy shit.
Dally listens to two people enough to respect their opinion. One's Johnny, the other's you.
He ain't needin' sappy shit, he needs to be brought home, before he pulls some Dallas Winston kind of move that gets him hurt, or worse. You know how he is. Throw some feelings in there and you got yourself a bomb about to explode.
okay okay.
*he nods*
*they make it to the bride*
*Someone's standing on the bridge.*
shit-
*he gets out of the truck and runs over*
DALLAS!
Go 'way!
*he grabs his shoulders*
you are not jumpin’ off that bridge god damnit!
Why the hell wouldn't I? Huh? Get off me!
*he yanks him back*
because ya have people that actually give a shit if you die!
Get off me!
I ain’t lettin’ my best friend kill himself!
Screw you! I'm gonna anyways, an' ya know it!
DALLAS WINSTON!
*He looks defiant, for a moment, then, the second Buck raises his voice, flinches, before the defiance returns.*
Shut up!
I ain’t shuttin’ up until you get away from that edge and come home.
I ain't comin' home.
*he drags him away from the ledge and over to the truck*
*He struggles against him.*
*he shoves him in the back of the truck and locks the door*
*He tries to open it.*
*he climbs into the drivers seat*
I ain’t lettin’ you jump, Dallas.
You had no problem with it last time.
you’re not fuckin’ killing yourself.
Whatever.
Dallas.
Don't.
*his lip curls and he starts to drive*
*He just keeps trying.*
knock it off.
Let me go.
Can't ya care what I want?
not when it’s something selfish that’ll ruin the lives of everyone who cares about you!
It'd make Johnny's life better!
says who?! no it fuckin’ wouldn’t!
Heard him say it.
he was probably stressed and didn’t really mean it you big idiot.
Fuck off.
no. I’m not fuckin’ off.
*He pulls his switchblade out.*
Dallas what the hell do you think you’re doin’?
*He flicks the blade out, studying it.*
put that shit away.
Dallas.
*He doesn't let go of it.*
Dallas I swear to god!
What?!
put the knife away.
DALLAS!
*He presses the blade to his wrist.*
*he pulls over*
Dallas!
What?!
*he reaches back and tries to take the knife away*
*His grip tightens.*
dal knock it off!
It's just blood.
stop hurting yourself for God’s sake.
*Darry comes walking into the bar, he looks like he's in a hurry.* You gotta find Dally.
( @askdarrycurtis)
why what happened?
Johnny said he wished Dally was dead, and Dally said he can fix that. Ain't seen them since.
*his face softens*
fuck Dallas…
*he rubs his face*
He's not anywhere.
okay okay let’s go look. where did ya check?
Train tracks. Tried following him, but I lost him. Johnny ran too.
check the lot? are there any bridges nearby?
Checked the lot. Some bridges, yeah. Haven't checked 'em yet. He'll listen to you, not me.
let’s start where ya haven’t checked.
*Buck walks around the bar and heads to the parking lot*
*He follows.* He's not here, right?
( @ask-buckmerrill)
nope.
Damn...
*Buck gets into his truck*
*Darry follows.*
where first?
There's a bridge over there.
alright.
*he starts driving*
*He keeps an eye out for Dally.* When we find him, you talk to him.
can’t you? I’ve had enough of this sappy shit.
Dally listens to two people enough to respect their opinion. One's Johnny, the other's you.
He ain't needin' sappy shit, he needs to be brought home, before he pulls some Dallas Winston kind of move that gets him hurt, or worse. You know how he is. Throw some feelings in there and you got yourself a bomb about to explode.
okay okay.
*he nods*
*they make it to the bride*
*Someone's standing on the bridge.*
shit-
*he gets out of the truck and runs over*
DALLAS!
Go 'way!
*he grabs his shoulders*
you are not jumpin’ off that bridge god damnit!
Why the hell wouldn't I? Huh? Get off me!
*he yanks him back*
because ya have people that actually give a shit if you die!
Get off me!
I ain’t lettin’ my best friend kill himself!
Screw you! I'm gonna anyways, an' ya know it!
DALLAS WINSTON!
*He looks defiant, for a moment, then, the second Buck raises his voice, flinches, before the defiance returns.*
Shut up!
I ain’t shuttin’ up until you get away from that edge and come home.
I ain't comin' home.
*he drags him away from the ledge and over to the truck*
*He struggles against him.*
*he shoves him in the back of the truck and locks the door*
*He tries to open it.*
*he climbs into the drivers seat*
I ain’t lettin’ you jump, Dallas.
You had no problem with it last time.
you’re not fuckin’ killing yourself.
Whatever.
Dallas.
Don't.
*his lip curls and he starts to drive*
*He just keeps trying.*
knock it off.
Let me go.
Can't ya care what I want?
not when it’s something selfish that’ll ruin the lives of everyone who cares about you!
It'd make Johnny's life better!
says who?! no it fuckin’ wouldn’t!
Heard him say it.
he was probably stressed and didn’t really mean it you big idiot.
Fuck off.
no. I’m not fuckin’ off.
*He pulls his switchblade out.*
Dallas what the hell do you think you’re doin’?
*He flicks the blade out, studying it.*
put that shit away.
Dallas.
*He doesn't let go of it.*
Dallas I swear to god!
What?!
put the knife away.
DALLAS!
*He presses the blade to his wrist.*
*he pulls over*
Dallas!
What?!
*he reaches back and tries to take the knife away*
*His grip tightens.*
dal knock it off!
It's just blood.
*Darry comes walking into the bar, he looks like he's in a hurry.* You gotta find Dally.
( @askdarrycurtis)
why what happened?
Johnny said he wished Dally was dead, and Dally said he can fix that. Ain't seen them since.
*his face softens*
fuck Dallas…
*he rubs his face*
He's not anywhere.
okay okay let’s go look. where did ya check?
Train tracks. Tried following him, but I lost him. Johnny ran too.
check the lot? are there any bridges nearby?
Checked the lot. Some bridges, yeah. Haven't checked 'em yet. He'll listen to you, not me.
let’s start where ya haven’t checked.
*Buck walks around the bar and heads to the parking lot*
*He follows.* He's not here, right?
( @ask-buckmerrill)
nope.
Damn...
*Buck gets into his truck*
*Darry follows.*
where first?
There's a bridge over there.
alright.
*he starts driving*
*He keeps an eye out for Dally.* When we find him, you talk to him.
can’t you? I’ve had enough of this sappy shit.
Dally listens to two people enough to respect their opinion. One's Johnny, the other's you.
He ain't needin' sappy shit, he needs to be brought home, before he pulls some Dallas Winston kind of move that gets him hurt, or worse. You know how he is. Throw some feelings in there and you got yourself a bomb about to explode.
okay okay.
*he nods*
*they make it to the bride*
*Someone's standing on the bridge.*
shit-
*he gets out of the truck and runs over*
DALLAS!
Go 'way!
*he grabs his shoulders*
you are not jumpin’ off that bridge god damnit!
Why the hell wouldn't I? Huh? Get off me!
*he yanks him back*
because ya have people that actually give a shit if you die!
Get off me!
I ain’t lettin’ my best friend kill himself!
Screw you! I'm gonna anyways, an' ya know it!
DALLAS WINSTON!
*He looks defiant, for a moment, then, the second Buck raises his voice, flinches, before the defiance returns.*
Shut up!
I ain’t shuttin’ up until you get away from that edge and come home.
I ain't comin' home.
*he drags him away from the ledge and over to the truck*
*He struggles against him.*
*he shoves him in the back of the truck and locks the door*
*He tries to open it.*
*he climbs into the drivers seat*
I ain’t lettin’ you jump, Dallas.
You had no problem with it last time.
you’re not fuckin’ killing yourself.
Whatever.
Dallas.
Don't.
*his lip curls and he starts to drive*
*He just keeps trying.*
knock it off.
Let me go.
Can't ya care what I want?
not when it’s something selfish that’ll ruin the lives of everyone who cares about you!
It'd make Johnny's life better!
says who?! no it fuckin’ wouldn’t!
Heard him say it.
he was probably stressed and didn’t really mean it you big idiot.
Fuck off.
no. I’m not fuckin’ off.
*He pulls his switchblade out.*
Dallas what the hell do you think you’re doin’?
*He flicks the blade out, studying it.*
put that shit away.
Dallas.
*He doesn't let go of it.*
Dallas I swear to god!
What?!
put the knife away.
DALLAS!
*He presses the blade to his wrist.*
*he pulls over*
Dallas!
What?!
*he reaches back and tries to take the knife away*
*His grip tightens.*
*Darry comes walking into the bar, he looks like he's in a hurry.* You gotta find Dally.
( @askdarrycurtis)
why what happened?
Johnny said he wished Dally was dead, and Dally said he can fix that. Ain't seen them since.
*his face softens*
fuck Dallas…
*he rubs his face*
He's not anywhere.
okay okay let’s go look. where did ya check?
Train tracks. Tried following him, but I lost him. Johnny ran too.
check the lot? are there any bridges nearby?
Checked the lot. Some bridges, yeah. Haven't checked 'em yet. He'll listen to you, not me.
let’s start where ya haven’t checked.
*Buck walks around the bar and heads to the parking lot*
*He follows.* He's not here, right?
( @ask-buckmerrill)
nope.
Damn...
*Buck gets into his truck*
*Darry follows.*
where first?
There's a bridge over there.
alright.
*he starts driving*
*He keeps an eye out for Dally.* When we find him, you talk to him.
can’t you? I’ve had enough of this sappy shit.
Dally listens to two people enough to respect their opinion. One's Johnny, the other's you.
He ain't needin' sappy shit, he needs to be brought home, before he pulls some Dallas Winston kind of move that gets him hurt, or worse. You know how he is. Throw some feelings in there and you got yourself a bomb about to explode.
okay okay.
*he nods*
*they make it to the bride*
*Someone's standing on the bridge.*
shit-
*he gets out of the truck and runs over*
DALLAS!
Go 'way!
*he grabs his shoulders*
you are not jumpin’ off that bridge god damnit!
Why the hell wouldn't I? Huh? Get off me!
*he yanks him back*
because ya have people that actually give a shit if you die!
Get off me!
I ain’t lettin’ my best friend kill himself!
Screw you! I'm gonna anyways, an' ya know it!
DALLAS WINSTON!
*He looks defiant, for a moment, then, the second Buck raises his voice, flinches, before the defiance returns.*
Shut up!
I ain’t shuttin’ up until you get away from that edge and come home.
I ain't comin' home.
*he drags him away from the ledge and over to the truck*
*He struggles against him.*
*he shoves him in the back of the truck and locks the door*
*He tries to open it.*
*he climbs into the drivers seat*
I ain’t lettin’ you jump, Dallas.
You had no problem with it last time.
you’re not fuckin’ killing yourself.
Whatever.
Dallas.
Don't.
*his lip curls and he starts to drive*
*He just keeps trying.*
knock it off.
Let me go.
Can't ya care what I want?
not when it’s something selfish that’ll ruin the lives of everyone who cares about you!
It'd make Johnny's life better!
says who?! no it fuckin’ wouldn’t!
Heard him say it.
he was probably stressed and didn’t really mean it you big idiot.
Fuck off.
no. I’m not fuckin’ off.
*He pulls his switchblade out.*
Dallas what the hell do you think you’re doin’?
*He flicks the blade out, studying it.*
put that shit away.
Dallas.
*He doesn't let go of it.*
Dallas I swear to god!
What?!
put the knife away.
DALLAS!
*He presses the blade to his wrist.*
*he pulls over*
Dallas!
What?!
*Dally's at the lot, it's late, and he looks more than a little out of it. He barely reacts when Johnny comes there.*
( @thewolfpackalpha)
*Johnny curls up and lights a cigarette.*
What are ya doin' here?
Tryna sleep.
How's that goin' for ya?
*He looks up at him blankly.*
I just got here, man.
I know.
*Dally's at the lot, it's late, and he looks more than a little out of it. He barely reacts when Johnny comes there.*
( @thewolfpackalpha)
*Johnny curls up and lights a cigarette.*
What are ya doin' here?
Tryna sleep.
How's that goin' for ya?
*Dally's at the lot, it's late, and he looks more than a little out of it. He barely reacts when Johnny comes there.*
( @thewolfpackalpha)
*Johnny curls up and lights a cigarette.*
What are ya doin' here?
*Darry comes walking into the bar, he looks like he's in a hurry.* You gotta find Dally.
( @askdarrycurtis)
why what happened?
Johnny said he wished Dally was dead, and Dally said he can fix that. Ain't seen them since.
*his face softens*
fuck Dallas…
*he rubs his face*
He's not anywhere.
okay okay let’s go look. where did ya check?
Train tracks. Tried following him, but I lost him. Johnny ran too.
check the lot? are there any bridges nearby?
Checked the lot. Some bridges, yeah. Haven't checked 'em yet. He'll listen to you, not me.
let’s start where ya haven’t checked.
*Buck walks around the bar and heads to the parking lot*
*He follows.* He's not here, right?
( @ask-buckmerrill)
nope.
Damn...
*Buck gets into his truck*
*Darry follows.*
where first?
There's a bridge over there.
alright.
*he starts driving*
*He keeps an eye out for Dally.* When we find him, you talk to him.
can’t you? I’ve had enough of this sappy shit.
Dally listens to two people enough to respect their opinion. One's Johnny, the other's you.
He ain't needin' sappy shit, he needs to be brought home, before he pulls some Dallas Winston kind of move that gets him hurt, or worse. You know how he is. Throw some feelings in there and you got yourself a bomb about to explode.
okay okay.
*he nods*
*they make it to the bride*
*Someone's standing on the bridge.*
shit-
*he gets out of the truck and runs over*
DALLAS!
Go 'way!
*he grabs his shoulders*
you are not jumpin’ off that bridge god damnit!
Why the hell wouldn't I? Huh? Get off me!
*he yanks him back*
because ya have people that actually give a shit if you die!
Get off me!
I ain’t lettin’ my best friend kill himself!
Screw you! I'm gonna anyways, an' ya know it!
DALLAS WINSTON!
*He looks defiant, for a moment, then, the second Buck raises his voice, flinches, before the defiance returns.*
Shut up!
I ain’t shuttin’ up until you get away from that edge and come home.
I ain't comin' home.
*he drags him away from the ledge and over to the truck*
*He struggles against him.*
*he shoves him in the back of the truck and locks the door*
*He tries to open it.*
*he climbs into the drivers seat*
I ain’t lettin’ you jump, Dallas.
You had no problem with it last time.
you’re not fuckin’ killing yourself.
Whatever.
Dallas.
Don't.
*his lip curls and he starts to drive*
*He just keeps trying.*
knock it off.
Let me go.
Can't ya care what I want?
not when it’s something selfish that’ll ruin the lives of everyone who cares about you!
It'd make Johnny's life better!
says who?! no it fuckin’ wouldn’t!
Heard him say it.
he was probably stressed and didn’t really mean it you big idiot.
Fuck off.
no. I’m not fuckin’ off.
*He pulls his switchblade out.*
Dallas what the hell do you think you’re doin’?
*He flicks the blade out, studying it.*
put that shit away.
Dallas.
*He doesn't let go of it.*
Dallas I swear to god!
What?!
put the knife away.
DALLAS!
*He presses the blade to his wrist.*
*Darry comes walking into the bar, he looks like he's in a hurry.* You gotta find Dally.
( @askdarrycurtis)
why what happened?
Johnny said he wished Dally was dead, and Dally said he can fix that. Ain't seen them since.
*his face softens*
fuck Dallas…
*he rubs his face*
He's not anywhere.
okay okay let’s go look. where did ya check?
Train tracks. Tried following him, but I lost him. Johnny ran too.
check the lot? are there any bridges nearby?
Checked the lot. Some bridges, yeah. Haven't checked 'em yet. He'll listen to you, not me.
let’s start where ya haven’t checked.
*Buck walks around the bar and heads to the parking lot*
*He follows.* He's not here, right?
( @ask-buckmerrill)
nope.
Damn...
*Buck gets into his truck*
*Darry follows.*
where first?
There's a bridge over there.
alright.
*he starts driving*
*He keeps an eye out for Dally.* When we find him, you talk to him.
can’t you? I’ve had enough of this sappy shit.
Dally listens to two people enough to respect their opinion. One's Johnny, the other's you.
He ain't needin' sappy shit, he needs to be brought home, before he pulls some Dallas Winston kind of move that gets him hurt, or worse. You know how he is. Throw some feelings in there and you got yourself a bomb about to explode.
okay okay.
*he nods*
*they make it to the bride*
*Someone's standing on the bridge.*
shit-
*he gets out of the truck and runs over*
DALLAS!
Go 'way!
*he grabs his shoulders*
you are not jumpin’ off that bridge god damnit!
Why the hell wouldn't I? Huh? Get off me!
*he yanks him back*
because ya have people that actually give a shit if you die!
Get off me!
I ain’t lettin’ my best friend kill himself!
Screw you! I'm gonna anyways, an' ya know it!
DALLAS WINSTON!
*He looks defiant, for a moment, then, the second Buck raises his voice, flinches, before the defiance returns.*
Shut up!
I ain’t shuttin’ up until you get away from that edge and come home.
I ain't comin' home.
*he drags him away from the ledge and over to the truck*
*He struggles against him.*
*he shoves him in the back of the truck and locks the door*
*He tries to open it.*
*he climbs into the drivers seat*
I ain’t lettin’ you jump, Dallas.
You had no problem with it last time.
you’re not fuckin’ killing yourself.
Whatever.
Dallas.
Don't.
*his lip curls and he starts to drive*
*He just keeps trying.*
knock it off.
Let me go.
Can't ya care what I want?
not when it’s something selfish that’ll ruin the lives of everyone who cares about you!
It'd make Johnny's life better!
says who?! no it fuckin’ wouldn’t!
Heard him say it.
he was probably stressed and didn’t really mean it you big idiot.
Fuck off.
no. I’m not fuckin’ off.
*He pulls his switchblade out.*
Dallas what the hell do you think you’re doin’?
*He flicks the blade out, studying it.*
put that shit away.
Dallas.
*He doesn't let go of it.*
Dallas I swear to god!
What?!
put the knife away.
*Darry comes walking into the bar, he looks like he's in a hurry.* You gotta find Dally.
( @askdarrycurtis)
why what happened?
Johnny said he wished Dally was dead, and Dally said he can fix that. Ain't seen them since.
*his face softens*
fuck Dallas…
*he rubs his face*
He's not anywhere.
okay okay let’s go look. where did ya check?
Train tracks. Tried following him, but I lost him. Johnny ran too.
check the lot? are there any bridges nearby?
Checked the lot. Some bridges, yeah. Haven't checked 'em yet. He'll listen to you, not me.
let’s start where ya haven’t checked.
*Buck walks around the bar and heads to the parking lot*
*He follows.* He's not here, right?
( @ask-buckmerrill)
nope.
Damn...
*Buck gets into his truck*
*Darry follows.*
where first?
There's a bridge over there.
alright.
*he starts driving*
*He keeps an eye out for Dally.* When we find him, you talk to him.
can’t you? I’ve had enough of this sappy shit.
Dally listens to two people enough to respect their opinion. One's Johnny, the other's you.
He ain't needin' sappy shit, he needs to be brought home, before he pulls some Dallas Winston kind of move that gets him hurt, or worse. You know how he is. Throw some feelings in there and you got yourself a bomb about to explode.
okay okay.
*he nods*
*they make it to the bride*
*Someone's standing on the bridge.*
shit-
*he gets out of the truck and runs over*
DALLAS!
Go 'way!
*he grabs his shoulders*
you are not jumpin’ off that bridge god damnit!
Why the hell wouldn't I? Huh? Get off me!
*he yanks him back*
because ya have people that actually give a shit if you die!
Get off me!
I ain’t lettin’ my best friend kill himself!
Screw you! I'm gonna anyways, an' ya know it!
DALLAS WINSTON!
*He looks defiant, for a moment, then, the second Buck raises his voice, flinches, before the defiance returns.*
Shut up!
I ain’t shuttin’ up until you get away from that edge and come home.
I ain't comin' home.
*he drags him away from the ledge and over to the truck*
*He struggles against him.*
*he shoves him in the back of the truck and locks the door*
*He tries to open it.*
*he climbs into the drivers seat*
I ain’t lettin’ you jump, Dallas.
You had no problem with it last time.
you’re not fuckin’ killing yourself.
Whatever.
Dallas.
Don't.
*his lip curls and he starts to drive*
*He just keeps trying.*
knock it off.
Let me go.
Can't ya care what I want?
not when it’s something selfish that’ll ruin the lives of everyone who cares about you!
It'd make Johnny's life better!
says who?! no it fuckin’ wouldn’t!
Heard him say it.
he was probably stressed and didn’t really mean it you big idiot.
Fuck off.
no. I’m not fuckin’ off.
*He pulls his switchblade out.*
Dallas what the hell do you think you’re doin’?
*He flicks the blade out, studying it.*
put that shit away.
Dallas.
*He doesn't let go of it.*
Dallas I swear to god!
What?!
*Darry comes walking into the bar, he looks like he's in a hurry.* You gotta find Dally.
( @askdarrycurtis)
why what happened?
Johnny said he wished Dally was dead, and Dally said he can fix that. Ain't seen them since.
*his face softens*
fuck Dallas…
*he rubs his face*
He's not anywhere.
okay okay let’s go look. where did ya check?
Train tracks. Tried following him, but I lost him. Johnny ran too.
check the lot? are there any bridges nearby?
Checked the lot. Some bridges, yeah. Haven't checked 'em yet. He'll listen to you, not me.
let’s start where ya haven’t checked.
*Buck walks around the bar and heads to the parking lot*
*He follows.* He's not here, right?
( @ask-buckmerrill)
nope.
Damn...
*Buck gets into his truck*
*Darry follows.*
where first?
There's a bridge over there.
alright.
*he starts driving*
*He keeps an eye out for Dally.* When we find him, you talk to him.
can’t you? I’ve had enough of this sappy shit.
Dally listens to two people enough to respect their opinion. One's Johnny, the other's you.
He ain't needin' sappy shit, he needs to be brought home, before he pulls some Dallas Winston kind of move that gets him hurt, or worse. You know how he is. Throw some feelings in there and you got yourself a bomb about to explode.
okay okay.
*he nods*
*they make it to the bride*
*Someone's standing on the bridge.*
shit-
*he gets out of the truck and runs over*
DALLAS!
Go 'way!
*he grabs his shoulders*
you are not jumpin’ off that bridge god damnit!
Why the hell wouldn't I? Huh? Get off me!
*he yanks him back*
because ya have people that actually give a shit if you die!
Get off me!
I ain’t lettin’ my best friend kill himself!
Screw you! I'm gonna anyways, an' ya know it!
DALLAS WINSTON!
*He looks defiant, for a moment, then, the second Buck raises his voice, flinches, before the defiance returns.*
Shut up!
I ain’t shuttin’ up until you get away from that edge and come home.
I ain't comin' home.
*he drags him away from the ledge and over to the truck*
*He struggles against him.*
*he shoves him in the back of the truck and locks the door*
*He tries to open it.*
*he climbs into the drivers seat*
I ain’t lettin’ you jump, Dallas.
You had no problem with it last time.
you’re not fuckin’ killing yourself.
Whatever.
Dallas.
Don't.
*his lip curls and he starts to drive*
*He just keeps trying.*
knock it off.
Let me go.
Can't ya care what I want?
not when it’s something selfish that’ll ruin the lives of everyone who cares about you!
It'd make Johnny's life better!
says who?! no it fuckin’ wouldn’t!
Heard him say it.
he was probably stressed and didn’t really mean it you big idiot.
Fuck off.
no. I’m not fuckin’ off.
*He pulls his switchblade out.*
Dallas what the hell do you think you’re doin’?
*He flicks the blade out, studying it.*
put that shit away.
Dallas.
*He doesn't let go of it.*
*Darry comes walking into the bar, he looks like he's in a hurry.* You gotta find Dally.
( @askdarrycurtis)
why what happened?
Johnny said he wished Dally was dead, and Dally said he can fix that. Ain't seen them since.
*his face softens*
fuck Dallas…
*he rubs his face*
He's not anywhere.
okay okay let’s go look. where did ya check?
Train tracks. Tried following him, but I lost him. Johnny ran too.
check the lot? are there any bridges nearby?
Checked the lot. Some bridges, yeah. Haven't checked 'em yet. He'll listen to you, not me.
let’s start where ya haven’t checked.
*Buck walks around the bar and heads to the parking lot*
*He follows.* He's not here, right?
( @ask-buckmerrill)
nope.
Damn...
*Buck gets into his truck*
*Darry follows.*
where first?
There's a bridge over there.
alright.
*he starts driving*
*He keeps an eye out for Dally.* When we find him, you talk to him.
can’t you? I’ve had enough of this sappy shit.
Dally listens to two people enough to respect their opinion. One's Johnny, the other's you.
He ain't needin' sappy shit, he needs to be brought home, before he pulls some Dallas Winston kind of move that gets him hurt, or worse. You know how he is. Throw some feelings in there and you got yourself a bomb about to explode.
okay okay.
*he nods*
*they make it to the bride*
*Someone's standing on the bridge.*
shit-
*he gets out of the truck and runs over*
DALLAS!
Go 'way!
*he grabs his shoulders*
you are not jumpin’ off that bridge god damnit!
Why the hell wouldn't I? Huh? Get off me!
*he yanks him back*
because ya have people that actually give a shit if you die!
Get off me!
I ain’t lettin’ my best friend kill himself!
Screw you! I'm gonna anyways, an' ya know it!
DALLAS WINSTON!
*He looks defiant, for a moment, then, the second Buck raises his voice, flinches, before the defiance returns.*
Shut up!
I ain’t shuttin’ up until you get away from that edge and come home.
I ain't comin' home.
*he drags him away from the ledge and over to the truck*
*He struggles against him.*
*he shoves him in the back of the truck and locks the door*
*He tries to open it.*
*he climbs into the drivers seat*
I ain’t lettin’ you jump, Dallas.
You had no problem with it last time.
you’re not fuckin’ killing yourself.
Whatever.
Dallas.
Don't.
*his lip curls and he starts to drive*
*He just keeps trying.*
knock it off.
Let me go.
Can't ya care what I want?
not when it’s something selfish that’ll ruin the lives of everyone who cares about you!
It'd make Johnny's life better!
says who?! no it fuckin’ wouldn’t!
Heard him say it.
he was probably stressed and didn’t really mean it you big idiot.
Fuck off.
no. I’m not fuckin’ off.
*He pulls his switchblade out.*
Dallas what the hell do you think you’re doin’?
*He flicks the blade out, studying it.*
put that shit away.
*Darry comes walking into the bar, he looks like he's in a hurry.* You gotta find Dally.
( @askdarrycurtis)
why what happened?
Johnny said he wished Dally was dead, and Dally said he can fix that. Ain't seen them since.
*his face softens*
fuck Dallas…
*he rubs his face*
He's not anywhere.
okay okay let’s go look. where did ya check?
Train tracks. Tried following him, but I lost him. Johnny ran too.
check the lot? are there any bridges nearby?
Checked the lot. Some bridges, yeah. Haven't checked 'em yet. He'll listen to you, not me.
let’s start where ya haven’t checked.
*Buck walks around the bar and heads to the parking lot*
*He follows.* He's not here, right?
( @ask-buckmerrill)
nope.
Damn...
*Buck gets into his truck*
*Darry follows.*
where first?
There's a bridge over there.
alright.
*he starts driving*
*He keeps an eye out for Dally.* When we find him, you talk to him.
can’t you? I’ve had enough of this sappy shit.
Dally listens to two people enough to respect their opinion. One's Johnny, the other's you.
He ain't needin' sappy shit, he needs to be brought home, before he pulls some Dallas Winston kind of move that gets him hurt, or worse. You know how he is. Throw some feelings in there and you got yourself a bomb about to explode.
okay okay.
*he nods*
*they make it to the bride*
*Someone's standing on the bridge.*
shit-
*he gets out of the truck and runs over*
DALLAS!
Go 'way!
*he grabs his shoulders*
you are not jumpin’ off that bridge god damnit!
Why the hell wouldn't I? Huh? Get off me!
*he yanks him back*
because ya have people that actually give a shit if you die!
Get off me!
I ain’t lettin’ my best friend kill himself!
Screw you! I'm gonna anyways, an' ya know it!
DALLAS WINSTON!
*He looks defiant, for a moment, then, the second Buck raises his voice, flinches, before the defiance returns.*
Shut up!
I ain’t shuttin’ up until you get away from that edge and come home.
I ain't comin' home.
*he drags him away from the ledge and over to the truck*
*He struggles against him.*
*he shoves him in the back of the truck and locks the door*
*He tries to open it.*
*he climbs into the drivers seat*
I ain’t lettin’ you jump, Dallas.
You had no problem with it last time.
you’re not fuckin’ killing yourself.
Whatever.
Dallas.
Don't.
*his lip curls and he starts to drive*
*He just keeps trying.*
knock it off.
Let me go.
Can't ya care what I want?
not when it’s something selfish that’ll ruin the lives of everyone who cares about you!
It'd make Johnny's life better!
says who?! no it fuckin’ wouldn’t!
Heard him say it.
he was probably stressed and didn’t really mean it you big idiot.
Fuck off.
no. I’m not fuckin’ off.
*He pulls his switchblade out.*
Dallas what the hell do you think you’re doin’?
*He flicks the blade out, studying it.*
*Darry comes walking into the bar, he looks like he's in a hurry.* You gotta find Dally.
( @askdarrycurtis)
why what happened?
Johnny said he wished Dally was dead, and Dally said he can fix that. Ain't seen them since.
*his face softens*
fuck Dallas…
*he rubs his face*
He's not anywhere.
okay okay let’s go look. where did ya check?
Train tracks. Tried following him, but I lost him. Johnny ran too.
check the lot? are there any bridges nearby?
Checked the lot. Some bridges, yeah. Haven't checked 'em yet. He'll listen to you, not me.
let’s start where ya haven’t checked.
*Buck walks around the bar and heads to the parking lot*
*He follows.* He's not here, right?
( @ask-buckmerrill)
nope.
Damn...
*Buck gets into his truck*
*Darry follows.*
where first?
There's a bridge over there.
alright.
*he starts driving*
*He keeps an eye out for Dally.* When we find him, you talk to him.
can’t you? I’ve had enough of this sappy shit.
Dally listens to two people enough to respect their opinion. One's Johnny, the other's you.
He ain't needin' sappy shit, he needs to be brought home, before he pulls some Dallas Winston kind of move that gets him hurt, or worse. You know how he is. Throw some feelings in there and you got yourself a bomb about to explode.
okay okay.
*he nods*
*they make it to the bride*
*Someone's standing on the bridge.*
shit-
*he gets out of the truck and runs over*
DALLAS!
Go 'way!
*he grabs his shoulders*
you are not jumpin’ off that bridge god damnit!
Why the hell wouldn't I? Huh? Get off me!
*he yanks him back*
because ya have people that actually give a shit if you die!
Get off me!
I ain’t lettin’ my best friend kill himself!
Screw you! I'm gonna anyways, an' ya know it!
DALLAS WINSTON!
*He looks defiant, for a moment, then, the second Buck raises his voice, flinches, before the defiance returns.*
Shut up!
I ain’t shuttin’ up until you get away from that edge and come home.
I ain't comin' home.
*he drags him away from the ledge and over to the truck*
*He struggles against him.*
*he shoves him in the back of the truck and locks the door*
*He tries to open it.*
*he climbs into the drivers seat*
I ain’t lettin’ you jump, Dallas.
You had no problem with it last time.
you’re not fuckin’ killing yourself.
Whatever.
Dallas.
Don't.
*his lip curls and he starts to drive*
*He just keeps trying.*
knock it off.
Let me go.
Can't ya care what I want?
not when it’s something selfish that’ll ruin the lives of everyone who cares about you!
It'd make Johnny's life better!
says who?! no it fuckin’ wouldn’t!
Heard him say it.
he was probably stressed and didn’t really mean it you big idiot.
Fuck off.
no. I’m not fuckin’ off.
*He pulls his switchblade out.*
*Darry comes walking into the bar, he looks like he's in a hurry.* You gotta find Dally.
( @askdarrycurtis)
why what happened?
Johnny said he wished Dally was dead, and Dally said he can fix that. Ain't seen them since.
*his face softens*
fuck Dallas…
*he rubs his face*
He's not anywhere.
okay okay let’s go look. where did ya check?
Train tracks. Tried following him, but I lost him. Johnny ran too.
check the lot? are there any bridges nearby?
Checked the lot. Some bridges, yeah. Haven't checked 'em yet. He'll listen to you, not me.
let’s start where ya haven’t checked.
*Buck walks around the bar and heads to the parking lot*
*He follows.* He's not here, right?
( @ask-buckmerrill)
nope.
Damn...
*Buck gets into his truck*
*Darry follows.*
where first?
There's a bridge over there.
alright.
*he starts driving*
*He keeps an eye out for Dally.* When we find him, you talk to him.
can’t you? I’ve had enough of this sappy shit.
Dally listens to two people enough to respect their opinion. One's Johnny, the other's you.
He ain't needin' sappy shit, he needs to be brought home, before he pulls some Dallas Winston kind of move that gets him hurt, or worse. You know how he is. Throw some feelings in there and you got yourself a bomb about to explode.
okay okay.
*he nods*
*they make it to the bride*
*Someone's standing on the bridge.*
shit-
*he gets out of the truck and runs over*
DALLAS!
Go 'way!
*he grabs his shoulders*
you are not jumpin’ off that bridge god damnit!
Why the hell wouldn't I? Huh? Get off me!
*he yanks him back*
because ya have people that actually give a shit if you die!
Get off me!
I ain’t lettin’ my best friend kill himself!
Screw you! I'm gonna anyways, an' ya know it!
DALLAS WINSTON!
*He looks defiant, for a moment, then, the second Buck raises his voice, flinches, before the defiance returns.*
Shut up!
I ain’t shuttin’ up until you get away from that edge and come home.
I ain't comin' home.
*he drags him away from the ledge and over to the truck*
*He struggles against him.*
*he shoves him in the back of the truck and locks the door*
*He tries to open it.*
*he climbs into the drivers seat*
I ain’t lettin’ you jump, Dallas.
You had no problem with it last time.
you’re not fuckin’ killing yourself.
Whatever.
Dallas.
Don't.
*his lip curls and he starts to drive*
*He just keeps trying.*
knock it off.
Let me go.
Can't ya care what I want?
not when it’s something selfish that’ll ruin the lives of everyone who cares about you!
It'd make Johnny's life better!
says who?! no it fuckin’ wouldn’t!
Heard him say it.
he was probably stressed and didn’t really mean it you big idiot.
Fuck off.
