forum Sodapop and Cigarettes (1960’s teenager gang RP) OPEN

Started June 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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"I won't say anything," Beau promised, his gaze studying Vien once again. For some reason, he was starting to like him, possibly more than friends. More than friends? What would everyone else say? He shook his head and dismissed the thoughts, instead focusing on their conversation. "Does Argo mean anything?"

Olivia nodded. "Not at all. C'mon."

((Yeah, I agree with what @Nerd was saying about a big event so that all of our characters can interact))
Lavi silently followed her friend, thankful that she had at least someone she could always trust to help her out in these situations.

“W-Well, um. It’s the name of my favorite constellation. I also have it t-tattooed on the back of my neck.” Vien sat up, turning and brushing the hair away from his neck to show the constellation tattooed there

(Yeah, we can do the event soon so everyone can meet.)

"It looks great," Beau answered as he leaned forward and studied the tattoo, a rare smile spreading across his face. "I would get one. . . but they're quite expensive. I don't have that kind of money."

“I got it for free. It’s sort of a r-reminder of a contract I have with a mob b-boss from my old town. He’s actually really nice considering t-the fact he uses me as an almost free hitman,” Vien mumbled

Beau sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to say. "Can't you just break the contract with him somehow?" He finally asked, rubbing his tired eyes. A faint mark had already started to show up under his left eye, which would surely become a bruise in a few days.

“Nope. He took care of me after the f-fire. I wouldn’t just bail on him after that,” Vien said quietly. He glanced up at Beau, taking in his features in the dim lamplight. He smiled softly at the bruise below his eye. “You know, that b-bruise is pretty hot. I mean, um, it’ll p-probably attract a lot of girls. Y-Yeah,” he said, his face growing red as he realized what he had almost said

"It'll be hard to get girls when all the Social's convinced them to call me Jack Frost," Beau answered, a soft smile replacing his usual grin as he looked down. The Social boy's were always trying to bother him somehow, so they had decided to come up with a name for his white-blond hair. He tugged on the fabric of his jacket, hoping that his cheeks didn't look as red as they felt.

"Well, it's not as bad as 'little shit," Vien chuckled. "Or fireboy. Or black magic. Or just about e-everything related to burning people or killing things."

Olivia nodded. "Not at all. C'mon."

((Yeah, I agree with what @Nerd was saying about a big event so that all of our characters can interact))
Lavi silently followed her friend, thankful that she had at least someone she could always trust to help her out in these situations.

Olivia walked into her home. She set down the groceries, grabbed a cloth and ran it under the sink. She handed it to Lavi.
"Here. Wash those cuts a bit while I look for the bandaids."

"Well, it's not as bad as 'little shit," Vien chuckled. "Or fireboy. Or black magic. Or just about e-everything related to burning people or killing things."

"True," Beau answered, laughing softly as he studied Vien's features. "People can be dumb sometimes. . . you know, when they don't understand someone's past. They just make guesses and say things that they shouldn't

Vien nodded. "Yeah…Everyone at my old town hated me after the f-fire. They all thought it was my fault m-my family died," he mumbled. "And whenever someone f-finds out, it's always stuff like 'oh, so you killed them a-all?' And I kinda h-hate it."

Olivia nodded. "Not at all. C'mon."

((Yeah, I agree with what @Nerd was saying about a big event so that all of our characters can interact))
Lavi silently followed her friend, thankful that she had at least someone she could always trust to help her out in these situations.

Olivia walked into her home. She set down the groceries, grabbed a cloth and ran it under the sink. She handed it to Lavi.
"Here. Wash those cuts a bit while I look for the bandaids."

"Okay. Thanks again," she said as she took the cloth from her. She started to clean out her cuts, glad that they weren't deeper than they were, so chance of infection and scarring was pretty low.

Vien nodded. "Yeah…Everyone at my old town hated me after the f-fire. They all thought it was my fault m-my family died," he mumbled. "And whenever someone f-finds out, it's always stuff like 'oh, so you killed them a-all?' And I kinda h-hate it."

Beau nodded in understanding, looking up to meet Vien's gaze. "I won't be like that to you. . . you're a nice guy, Vien." He said gently, a rare tone that he barely used around others.

Vien held Beau's gaze for a moment before looking away sheepishly. He felt heat coming back to his face, and he tried to hide it by rubbing his face a little with the sleeve of his oversized sweater. "T-Thanks. You're pretty n-nice too."

Olivia nodded and started searching the kitchen cabinets. She quick poked her head into Ellen's room. "Hey Ellie." Ellen looked up from her sketching. "What Livia?" Olivia walked over to her. "Lavi got in a fight again. Where did ma put the bandaids?" Ellen paused. "I think in the bathroom cupboard?" Olivia nodded. "Okay thanks. Nice bird by the way." Ellen nodded. "Thanks. Tell Lavi I said Hi." Olivia dashed into the bathroom and found the bandaids. She walked back into the kitchen. "Ellen says hi." She said, handing her the bandaids.

Vien held Beau's gaze for a moment before looking away sheepishly. He felt heat coming back to his face, and he tried to hide it by rubbing his face a little with the sleeve of his oversized sweater. "T-Thanks. You're pretty n-nice too."

Beau chuckled lightly as Vien looked down, a boyish grin spreading across his face once again. He laid down on his back again, tugging on the necklace around his neck as hummed softly in thought.

(Whenever everyone is ready, we can time skip to the next day when everyone actually meets.)

ready :P