Lost Without A Cause|(Dally/Casual) INACTIVE

[majesticdemise]

Alexander was wandering around some gardens. He continued to hear people laughing, and the creaking sound of wicker baskets being opened. He guessed that there were many families out and about, having Picnic's. He wished that his family was still alive so that he could have a picnic with them. Or he wished his sister would return so that he could share some of his grief with her, but she was out and about, traveling the world, all the time running away from her lover's parents. She had the easier route in life, lived out because she despised her younger brother for always being the one who got attention, something he never asked for himself. But now that his parents were gone, and he was alone, he realized that attention made him who he was. Someone who didn't want it.

He felt a tear slide down his cheek. Resenting the fact that he was crying, whilst in a garden, full of happy families, made him sadder, and angrier. He wiped it away with such force that his face became red where his fingertips had swiped. He felt a more furious frenzy of tears come on, all of them sliding down his cheeks before he could wipe them away. Before he knew it, he was a balled up crying mess tucked in by a tree, and all he could think about was the fact that he let his parents down.

Alexander finally thought about his sister. And the flaring sadness was replaced with a burning anger. He shouldn't have let his moods get the best of him! Technically, it could be placed as his sister's fault, couldn't it? She left her parents too, and didn't even care that they died. She was evil. Cruel and evil. Alexander felt the flurry of tears diminish into wet streaks on his cheeks. He relaxed.

[yolanda7h]

Dally had been out on the town with some old friends he used to stay with before he got thrown into jail. He had a lot of catching up to do now that he was out. After drinking a bit, Dally needed to get more cigarettes. So he was on a path way to a store, taking a short cut through the gardens. He felt odd and out of place when he was in downtown NYC. He hated it mostly. He was only there because he knew people there. He knew people that'll give him a place to crash if he needed it. Yeah, they were partially the reason why he got in jail, but he wasn't going back there. Not again.

He didn't like going downtown, especially in the day time when everyone was out with their families. It was almost like some stupid massive Soc BBQ or something. The fuckers. He knew for a fact that people like that didn't give a crap about him, so he didn't give a crap about them. Simple as that. In fact, looking at the scene almost always pissed him the hell off. He would often tell Buck or Tim about it, about the picnics in the park. Playing frisbee. In nice clothes and with a home to go back to at the end of the day. It made him sick. They could all go to hell for all he cared.

He picked up the pace, hands securely in the pockets of his hoodie, trying not to think or care too much about the families around him as he passed through the garden. Not really paying attention and only really worried about getting a pack of smokes, he bumped into some guy. He turned around to look at him, eyes narrowed. He was going to mumble something and continue on his way. Probably a swear word and not an apology.

But he saw the tears in the guys eyes, his cheeks were wet. This was just something he couldn't pass up. The guy looked around his age, and he was sitting here crying. He had to say something. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was men who cry and ain't got shit to cry about. It took a whole hell of a lot to make Dally cry and he was proud of that fact. Cause people will walk all over you. It was just plain stupid. The only exception...Johnny Cade. When that little guy cried, Dally just wanted to knock out who ever did whatever to him. That kid had something to cry about.

But the guy in front of him? He just wanted the punch the shit out of him, really.

He gave a hint grin. "What the fuck, man?" He said, not even bothering to say sorry for bumping into him. "I didn't bump into you that hard so let me guess, some broad broke up with you. Word of advice. Get the fuck over it." He said. Damn, if only Soda and Pony were here. They'd get a kick out of this.

[majesticdemise]

Now that Alexander was getting yelled at by some random guy he didn't know he felt worse. He was angry, but sad, all at the same time. The gleam in the guy's eye told him that the guy was enjoying this way too much.

"I've actually got reasons to cry, fucker. Nobody broke up with me." Alexander swore, and the only reason he did that was because his sister sent his blood boiling. He wiped most of the tears off from his face and then locked his eyes securely with the man's who bumped into him like he was invisible. Alexander was pissed, and he didn't really want to be. He felt pretty bad for being rude, but hey, this guy was being rude to him first, he had to retaliate somehow, to show the guy that he wasn't just a crying ball of wet.

Alexander heard footsteps, and watched people walk by laughing. There went another family. He almost broke down crying again, when he remembered that he was trying to prove up to some worthless guy that was making fun of him. Alex saw the guy grin a bit. That just made him angrier. People in NYC didn't have any caring bones in their bodies! Not that that note made much of a difference to him, because he didn't have much human interaction in this place, but it still angered him that people didn't think about caring. At all. He remembered Brooklyn where people would worry about you, if you lived in their apartment block. He also remembered block parties. Those were always fun.

[yolanda7h]

Dally's grin got wider when the guy responded, with a bit of an attitude at that. At least he had some guts, Dally had to give him credit. But not much, because the guy still looked like an absolute mess. He was dirty, and not like the kind of dirty you'd see in east Windrixville. That kind of dirty was something to be proud of, means you can hold your own and not have shit handed to you like the Socs. No, Alexander was a different kind dirty. And the crying didn't do him any good either. He was just waiting to get roughed up. Luckily he wasn't in the wrong neighborhood, because he wouldn't survive 5 minutes with a bunch of Greasers.

It didn't matter anyway, Dally was already entertained and wanted to annoy the hell out of him just for kicks. Besides, the rest of the guys were just getting wasted anyway. It wasn't as if he had to rush to get cigarettes. They'd be there when he gets back. After so many beers and shots, the routine got old most of the time and Dally got bored. Sometimes he went out looking for someone to piss off. This guy was just in his path.

"Okay," Dally said to the guy's response. He paused when the guy watched another family walked pass. He could see he was on the verge of bawling again, and he sighed with some exasperation. He searched for his tear-filled eyes, wanting him to look at Dally before giving him a slight shove in one of his shoulders, maybe hard enough that it forced the guy to take a step back. "Get it together, man. You'd never get another girl looking like that. So what's your deal, huh? What the hell you crying for then, mm? You got yourself lost or some shit? What is it?"

[majesticdemise]

[yolanda7h]

"My family died. My sister ditched me, when I was seventeen. I've been a homeless person since a few months ago."

Dally sighed, with an exasperated roll of his eyes. Guess he does have something to cry about, he thought. Looked like he got some bad cards dealt to him, but that didn't mean he had to sit there and cry about it. Fuck, he internally swore. He told himself not to feel sorry for anyone, not even himself. But if this guy was telling the truth, he couldn't help but be sympathetic. But still, it didn't make any sense why the hell he was crying about it.

"Fuck, man. So what? You got crap handed to ya, but that don't mean you gotta cry about it." He looked at the guy with a furrowed brow, unsure, as if talking to him like this was going against everything he believed in. In fact, it did. He didn't want to help no one, he didn't want to give advice to no one. It didn't pay. It just didn't pay. But this guy...damn.

"What's your issue. Don't have somewhere to go get wasted, so you pick on some random guy?"

"Look man, what I do isn't any of your damn business." Dally snapped sharply. "You were just in my fuckin way. Sittin up here crying like you don't got a clue kind of made you an easy target. So what, you just gonna sit here and cry about it? Fuckin Christ, what the heck will that shit do? My folks want nothing to do with me--hell, they might as well be dead in my eyes. You see me crying about it?"

He was getting more angry by the second. Not because he mentioned his druggie mother and dead beat father, but because he was actually giving this guy the time of day. And here was the worst part:

"Look, what's your name?"

He asked the guy's name. What the heck was he doing? Who gives a fuck about this guy, he was sitting here crying. But here Dally was, talking with him. That was something he was pissed about.

[majesticdemise]

"My name's Alexander." He decided to reply, and he didn't know why. This guy was being an ass to him, and all Alex wanted was a more personal place to be, so that he could feel his heart tear apart alone.

"And my life's been a bitch lately. I'm starving." He snapped back at the man. Alexander didn't know why he was swearing a lot in this conversation. He usually was a kindhearted person, he felt like the anger was bubbling to the surface now, all because of this man standing in front of him. Maybe this guy was some sort of dick, but Alexander didn't feel frightened like he usually did when he had personal contact with someone who wasn't standing anywhere near the same situation as he was. There was something about this man that made Alexander very angry, at himself, mostly.

"Look; Right now, I don't really care what your name is. I just am tired, hungry, and pissed." He admitted to the guy, who was still glaring at him. He felt awkward now, in the position where he was getting stared at. Then, another family walked by, laughing and happy as ever. There was a little boy, with blond hair, and blue eyes, he pointed at Alex and giggled. Alex ignored him and continued to stare at the guy.

[yolanda7h]

[OOC= don't forget to color all godmods ]

"And my life's been a bitch lately. I'm starving. Look; Right now, I don't really care what your name is. I just am tired, hungry, and pissed."

Dally looked at Alexander, still thinking hard about what to do with him. This was just his luck. He comes out here to get some cigarettes, and he had to run into some guy like this. Some guy who reminded him a hell of a lot of Johnny. He could've easily just said 'fuck you' and went on about his way. But his gut told him he needed to help the guy out. Just like his gut told him to take the blame for Two-Bit's dumbshit mistake.

Sometimes Dally just had to go with his gut. No matter how much it pissed him off.

He watched the family pass by and the kid laugh. Dally shot a glare that could kill to the kid. The family paused, looking at a patch of flowers for a second and the kid still glanced back at them snickering. "Who the hell you laughing at, little fucker?" Dally snapped. The blond kid's smile dropped immediately, seeing the bite in Dally's words. The blond kid looked up at Dally as if he couldn't believe the guy just retaliated that way.

Dally turned from Alex to face the kid and crack his knuckles. The greaser took one step towards the kid but the kid buckled and grabbed on to his mom. The mom turned around to Dally, took one glance and said to the kid and the rest of the family, "Come on, lets move on." They walked away.

Dally cracked a grin and turned back to Alex. That never gets old...scaring the shit out of bratty kids. He and the Curtis crew always got a kick out of that.

"That's how you deal with people, man," he said. He looked at him and finally decided to just help him out. "Look, if you wanna stop being stupid, stop feeling sorry for yourself, and decide get your ass together, you can follow me. I might can get you something to tie you over."

With that he turned around and started walking, leaving it completely up to Alexander to make the decision for himself. And if he'd rather sit there and cry, Dally at least tried to show him how stupid he was being.

[majesticdemise]

Alex watched the guy crack his knuckles at the little kid. Then the mother pulled them away. He made a face, and then heard the guy's offer.

"Look, if you wanna stop being stupid, stop feeling sorry for yourself, and decide get your ass together, you can follow me. I might can get you something to tie you over." The guy was obviously talking about food. Alex smiled a little bit, and wiped the rest of the tears away. The guy was being cool now, he wondered what had changed his opinion.

"Sure. I guess. First, what's your name?" Alex had felt the change in the air around him and the guy. The air had lightened. He smiled fully this time, and looked intently at the guy standing in front of him.

"And when we get to wherever we're going, can I get a shower too." Alex heard himself change. He lifted up one hand. It was caked in dirt; he realized he hasn't showered in days. His hair was probably grease central. Knowing his luck, he probably had got a lot of bugs in his hair. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, he pulled out a lot of dirt, and all it did was cake his hands more. Another family walked by. There were two teenagers. They looked at Alex like he was the devil. He glared at them, or at least tried to. He wasn't used to being mean to everyone.

[yolanda7h]

As Alexander talked, Dally kept on walking. He really wanted that pack of smokes right about now, that was for sure. So he picked up the pace, walking briskly.

"Dally," he answered him. He turned his head and spat on the ground, without pausing his walk. "Now all of a sudden, you wanna know my name, huh?" Figures. You offer a guy something and that's when they wanna 'get to know you.' Thats why he didn't do shit for anyone but himself. But man, did Alex remind him of Johnny Cade. But Johnny had an excuse, he was young. This guy was about his age and hadn't smartened up yet.

"And when we get to wherever we're going, can I get a shower too."

"Look I can only do so much for you, man," he said. The guy reeked, that was for sure. "The guys I'm staying with over here don't like strangers very much," He probably needed something stronger than just a shower anyway. He glanced over at him and saw what he pulled out of his hair. Damn. Well, it wasn't too far off from the greasy hair that the Greasers usually had anyway.

He also saw Alex's attempt at being tough. Dally smirked at him.

"Nice try. Might need a little work on the glare," he commented, as they approached the gas station. "Stay around me long enough, and you might actually make a little kid cry." He grinned and entered, going right for the chips.

He went down the aisle and started throwing bags at Alex, with the hope that he'd catch them, not really looking at the names or Alex. "That's what I call subsistence. Nutritious too." He grabbed a bag of pork rinds, flipping it around. "What is this? Like a thousand calories?" He tossed it to Alex. "That's what makes it good for you." He went right to the back to the fridges where the drinks were and grabbed a couple of beers.

He opened one and took a swig as he walked to the counter.

"Hey!" the cashier shouted.

"Yeah yeah yeah, don't get all fuckin excited. I'm paying for it. Let me get a pack," He pulled out his fake ID and handed it to the male cashier while nodding to the cigarettes in the back. "I got the chips too."

He leaned on the counter, facing Alexander, as the items were being rung up. "So you tellin me you got no where to go huh?" Dally asked casually, taking a swig of his now paid for beer.

[majesticdemise]

"Right. Nowhere." It had been a long time since Alexander had been in a gas-station like this one. Dally had thrown a bag of chips, and Alex had caught it with skill. Then Dally cracked open a beer and took a swig, when the cashier yelled at him. Alexander ignored him, and let his eyes wander around the aisles. Then Dally stepped up to the counter and got a pack of cigarettes, which had grossed Alex out since he was a young boy.

"Here." He threw the chips back at Dally, even though he wasn't facing him. So what if he looked like an idiot, he hadn't had food in almost a day, he was completely starving. He looked around some more, intrigued by all the food that he knew he couldn't eat. He wondered how his sister was doing, which brought on a new wave of sadness. Pushing her as far out of his mind as he could, he continued to browse the wonderous foods.

Alex wished he had had some pocket money, so he could've helped Dally pay for everything. It was the least he could do for Dally helping him. His eyes wandered over the bags of chips, tortilla, lays, ruffles. All of them looked appetizing. All of them were too expensive for his $0 budget.

[yolanda7h]

Once he pocketed the smokes and paid for everything he turned to him. "Damn kid, you really do got it rough," he said with minimal sympathy. Then again, it wasn't like he had anywhere to go either. He usually just crashed with people who got it just as bad as him and pitched in when he could when he had the jockey job. Being out of jail made things just a bit complicated now.

He approached him. "Well I'm in a bit of a mess right now so I can't do much for you. But you really gotta stop feeling sorry for yourself." He shoved the plastic bag of different kinds of chips at Alex's chest. "You gonna eat these or what?" He took another swallow of the beer.

He then looked at Alex mischievously, a grin on his lips. "What I mean is...if you're hungry..." he backed against one of the aisles, hand behind his back, and discretely took another bag of chips from of the shelf. "Then, you got to get something to eat for yourself. Take what you want." He glanced over at the cashier who had his back turned for a moment. "And go."

He nodded towards the door and immediately moved towards it, hoping this guy got the hint to follow him. Once out the door, he laughed almost sadistically. He really did love doing stuff like that. In this instance, it was mostly because that guy at the counter was a complete idiot. He just was asking for it and the opportunity was there.

He walked a bit around the corner to the side of the gas station building, a place where clearly not many people went except hoodlums standing around drinking. Papers and beer cans and bottles littered the sidewalk. Dally leaned his back on the brick, bending down to reach into one of the bags. He pulled out a beer and handed it to Alex. "And another thing...you need to loosen up."