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long live the king.

After a long and unexpected hiatus due to financial troubles and a computer break, Sodapop Curtis is active again.

LIKE FOR A STARTER.

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[[ my roommate is being flown to seattle for medical care. my sister and extended family just left for there by car as well. i'll be in charge of taking care of children and dogsitting until i get my own ride south tomorrow. please be safe, and be good while i'm gone. ]]

[[ my roommate was in a car accident. i’m at home babysitting my nephew while my sister makes sure she’s alright, but she’s getting her brain scanned right now and has two collapsed lungs. i don’t feel up to this even if i have enough time. 

feel free to message me on skype at daiiyman   — i’ll just be sitting here, cleaning and watching movies. i won’t be attending school tomorrow and i won’t sleep so, feel free, for real. ]]

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[[ my roommate was in a car accident. i'm at home babysitting my nephew while my sister makes sure she's alright, but she's getting her brain scanned right now and has two collapsed lungs. i don't feel up to this even if i have enough time. 

feel free to message me on skype at daiiyman   -- i'll just be sitting here, cleaning and watching movies. i won't be attending school tomorrow and i won't sleep so, feel free, for real. ]]

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// edgy faces? i'm not sure if i got the right idea but i  tried to think of a few; ben affleck, wesley snipes, gerard butler, jude law, john leguizamo, shawn wayans, & alice braga, neve campbell, sonam kapoor, devon aoki, rosario dawson

curtispop replied to your post:can anyone give suggestions for fcs?

// What kind of fc’s?

like edgy faces like dj, and brads.

females would also be helpful.

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“stay gold, ponyboy. “

- a johnny cade roleplay blog.

- based on and from the novel the outsiders by s.e. hinton.

- literate & detailed

- +5 years experience.

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"Don't sweat it, man." Without another thought, he began trudging forward, hand hovering near the other's arm in case force became necessary to navigate the empty streets. It's late, and in the heat of the setting sun and blocks away from 'downtown', there wasn't a lot of noise-- save for crickets and the ever so often passing car and the hum of homes and human life that just wasn't there. He's too tired to go on & on & on like he normally would, but the hush between them stirs conversation he needs.

"What brings you around here, anyway?"

 ❝ yeah well i happen to be new if it wasn’t obvious enough. ❞ he’ll over look the man, then shift his attention to the directions he was given. now, it’s known most men don’t like to say they don’t understand or don’t know where exactly to go, he isn’t one of those guys. so he’ll nod and take the offer. ❝ i’ll probably end up some place i don’t belong so it’d be mighty kind if you’d be willing. ❞ social skills are actually something he’s not bad at, well only on a good day. otherwise that gun tucked into the back of his pants would’ve been taken out and aimed at the others head by now.

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"I should. I'm not a stranger to Tulsa, unlike yourself." He's tired and sore, covered in grease and motor oil from the torso up. But, even in a sorry state, he manages to retain the cordial social skills he used during his ten hour work day. Pausing to wipe the grit off his hands and onto the stained part-of-a-uniform shirt, he sidled up to him, outstretching his arm as he gestured towards the end of the street.

"It's not that far, just take a right there and then go two blocks up. Couldn't miss it--" Another break in his speech, as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "-- I'm even headed that way if you can't figure it out."

 ❝ you appear like you’d know the place,❞ lost is never the word he’d use to describe himself. why? he went wherever he drove, not looking at maps or signs. there’s no reason to. it’s not like he’d stay longer than a night. for now he’d need a few answers though. a couple that might not seem so important. ❝ where the hell am i, and where’s the nearest bar? ❞ a drink before a killing? how charming of him.

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send me ☞ + a character to see how i would portray them.

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“stay gold, ponyboy. “

- a johnny cade roleplay blog.

- based on and from the novel the outsiders by s.e. hinton.

- literate & detailed

- +5 years experience.

home | ask | guidelines | about

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Why the fuck are there 150+ of you following me? Honest to god there isn’t really much to be following I’m not that great. So here’s a list of a bunch of other people that are so much more worth following because they’re all super amazing and I love them all. If anyone’s forgotten, it’s because I’m chickenshit gomen, but I totally still love you okay?

Anyways, thank each and every one of you that follow me and put up with me, even though I’m like the slowest roleplayer and like the worst Will there is, you all mean a lot to me just for bein’ you. Keep bein’ awesome, friends.

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All he could do was give that sharp edged smile, knowing he'd made a  mistake, that he had messed up despite trying to be nice-- and then there was that big tell tale sign. It was hard to decide if the guy was just a weirdo, or was a man in need, but he was asking too many questions to be in good shape. 

"Friday?" 

Slow, as if not to provoke incident, as if trying to coax a particularly startled animal, he put a hand on his shoulder. Concern was embedded in his voice like shrapnel in a soldier, nothing about his tone swinging judgement either way. It wasn't just out of kindness, the way this non-customer was acting was beginning to give him the creeps.

"You alright, man? You aren't looking so hot."

    — ” I gathered that much. “

   Will’s brows furrowed as he folded his arms over his chest. What sort of response was that? How annoying. He nearly scrubbed his hand over his face in irritation when he paused.

   Tulsa? Tulsa, Oklahoma?!                           ( Okay. This just got a lot worse. )

   The empath swallowed hard, throat dry. Had he been sent on a case? Why would he be on one all the way out here? Will Graham, at the least he knows he’s Will Graham. He repeats at least that much of his mantra to himself. If there WAS a job he was doing out here, he damn well couldn’t remember it. Gods, and there was still that horrible aching in his head, only getting worse by the moment… Placing his hands on the counter for balance, the profiler hung his head, clenching his jaw.

    — ” What day is it? “

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"I try." It's sheepish, and despite the fact he's still on edge about the situation, he follows her lead.

He walks inside the building without another thought, only paying enough mind not to run into the door frame. It wasn't like he was often talked into letting a stranger care for him, allowed someone to even mention the cuts and bruises from scraps in a negative light, but he couldn't help himself. There was something about the woman that made him crave the attention of a mother, and with his long gone-- All that worry seemed real nice to him.

"What did you say your name was, again?" He wasn't sure if she had even offered it a first time, couldn't see past her being a nice lady, and still, he couldn't help but be the slightest wary.  No one was so nice without a real good reason.

               Maternity lives deep within the bones of a woman who will never mother one of her own. Infertile since birth, it took her two hundred years to develop cancer of the ovaries but it was bound to happen at some point. Mae was thankful it in a time period where there was proper treatment for such an illness. And now she may never have one of her own but that didn’t stop her from opening her heart up to every misfit being that crossed her path. It was a foolish thing to care so easily and so shamelessly. But Mae couldn’t help herself.

     ❝ I knew ya’ had some manners in ‘dere somewhere, kitten. Come on inside. ❞

               Mae gestured to the door to the shop holding it open for him before following inside afterwards.

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"That depends, you the owner of this place?"

"…Evening. And how may I  help you today?”

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[[ queued replies to go off while i'm at school!!! have a good day!!! ]]

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And his face turns as red as a tomato, but he can't help it. The blonde's bashful in the moment, a hand hovering in front of his face to hide his smile, so big and wide it wrinkles the bridge of his nose.

"No one's ever said anything that sweet to me--" His confident wavers, but only halts him for a moment.

"Would you mind if I was real forward with you?"

She tries to pass off a crooked smile as a sign of gratitude. How else can you accept a compliment you’ve never gotten before?

"Yeah, you look so unique. Stunning, even.”

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