Fall to Pieces (casual/open)

[kearstin]

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There were not very many places Kearstin felt so unsafe in, she opted to carry a knife. Hell, she hadn't even taken one the day she had decided to wander around the Bronx. But this was the part of town where everyone carried knives, and she thought it would have been foolish not to bring her own. It wasn't the nicest knife in the world, but she had to admit she felt a lot safer with it in her back pocket.

Kearstin had spent a lot of time in East Windrixville. She figured that was why some people would consider her a "greaser"... that was the part of town where the actual greasers could come out and play. She supposed she didn't mind being considered one of them, she had met some of them and she had supposed they were okay. Maybe some of the boys weren't exactly kind to girls, and maybe some of the girls needed to lay off the make up, but she could handle them. No one had attempted to kill her in her many trips here, so she figured that was something.

Today she had no real reason to be there. She supposed she had thought she'd have something to do when she reached her destination, but now that she was actually here, she was wandering up and down the streets. Honestly, she wished something was happening. Say, a murder in the streets. Okay, no, she did not want someone to get murdered in front of her. She would most likely be scarred for life if that did happen.

Kearstin flicked her hair out of her eyes, and sat down on the sidewalk of a street lined with houses. She wondered who lived in them. She heard cars go by on nearby streets, and Kearstin wondered if she'd ever learn how to drive. It was a cool thought. She sat there, leaning back her hands supporting her, and started to daydream. It was better then nothing, at least.

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[yolanda7h]

Dally lit a cigarette as he walked, putting the lighter away as he inhaled the smoke. He had just got back from getting a new pack and was heading back to Buck's, wearing a black t-shirt, jacket, and blue jeans. He hadn't heard from Sylvia since he beat Two-Bit's ass for kissing her. Dal didn't give a shit. The broad could bitch and complain until her face turned blue, he didn't regret one single thing he did. He hoped the kid's nose broke in half - it'll teach him not to play around. Dal wasn't some idiot who'd put up with Two-Bit's BS - BS coming from the mouth that wouldn't shut the fuck up.

Two-Bit was just lucky that Dal was laying low for a while. If he wasn't, all bets would be off. He'd probably go find the fucker right now and go for round two. But for right now, Dal was aiming to forget about it. The guy got what he deserved - so as far as he was concerned, it was over. He just better not pull something like that again. Two-Bit knew not to piss Dal off twice, he might end up not having a face afterwards.

Heading back to Buck's, he turned a corner and saw some chick sitting on the sidewalk down the street. Some new chick. Then again, he hadn't been around much lately to know who was new or not to windrixville. She hadn't met him yet so as far as he was concerned, she was new. Maybe he could have a bit of fun with her. There was shit to do at Buck's - at least not while he was laying low. Tim Shepard was probably doin' something crazy but he wasn't about to get wrapped up into that mess while he was on the run. So for now, he'd play around with the new blonde chick. She looked pretty young anyway - what the heck was she doin'? Waiting for a fuckin' bus?

He started to walk towards her. "Hey!" He called out as he approached. "Hey! Who told you you can sit on this street, huh?" He inhaled smoke from his cig, removed it from his mouth, and the smoke released from his lips as he spoke. "What? Are you new around here or somethin? You think kids like you can just hang out where ever they want around here?"

His expression was cold and stoic.

(OOC - so yay i finally get to RP with Alexx And I'm making this happen before me and sylvia's Bad Actor's thread. Just in case anyone is wondering )

[kearstin]

Kearstin had her eyes closed when she suddenly heard a voice. It didn't seem too friendly of a voice either. She opened her eyes, honestly slightly annoyed to have been interrupted when she had just gotten to a good part in her daydream. She looked at the man... boy... boyman in front of her and frowned. "Why do you think I'd need permission to do what I want?" she asked, quite proud of herself for being brave to someone so... scary looking. He wasn't ugly or have scars all over him or anything, he just had a cold, detached murderous look. Okay, maybe not murderous. But still, something about him kind of yelled danger!!!!!

But if she ran every time she got scared, she'd be back at home already watching her family waste away. "Do you think kids like you can go around bullying everyone they don't know? Sheesh. What, did mommy hit you when you were little so now you feel the need to take it out on everyone else? Take a chill pill and pull the stick out of your ass." Kearstin smirked up at the boy, and was really grateful she had brought her knife. She smoothed out her Nirvana t-shirt as she stood up, and looked up at the boyman in front of her.

"You need to learn some manners. Hi, I'm Kearstin. Now you introduce yourself. Preferably, without any curse words." she thought for a minute, and then added on. "And no violence. I mean I'm younger then you, I'm assuming, and a girl. No violence would be very mannerly." she put her hands into her back pockets, and slipped her hand around her switchblade. Hopefully she would have no reason to use it, because he would take her lesson on manners. Hopefully he really didn't have a murderous look to him. Because she was only fifteen. She couldn't die.

But she didn't want to show that she realized she had pulled a stupid move, and so she tried to put on a "I'm brave and not scared by you even though you could probably kill me right now" look.

(OOC: YAYY!)

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[yolanda7h]

"Why do you think I'd need permission to do what I want?"

"'Cause this ain't yuppie town where you get to camp out for your favorite grunge band." He stated evenly, blowing out another ring of smoke. As she stood and said the normal stuff that girls say when they were are around Dally, he briefly glanced down the street, slightly disinterested, as he puffed away at his cig, watching for any Soc cars. Or cop cars for that matter. When she was done talking, Dal turned to her.

"Aren't you a little young to be that feisty? I think you might get yourself hurt or somethin'. Wouldn't want you roughed up and gettin that yellow hair of yours all messy," he said teasingly with a smirk. He tugged at the sleeve of her shirt. "Or your grunge t-shirt. It's kinda sexy." His smirk turned into a grin, as he let the biting sarcasm linger in the air. Heck, if she was gonna sit out here on the street by herself, she might as well draw attention to herself by putting on something slutty.

"So Kristy," Dally said, purposely not saying her correct name. "You gonna teach me some manners? See... that's kind of a problem. I don't believe in manners." He took one last good drag of smoke before flicking the cigarette butt on the ground. He then stepped up to her, his cold narrow eyes not leaving hers as he towered over her small frame. He started playing with that blonde hair, twirling a strand around his finger. "So with this whole 'manners' thing, should I like...tell you my name? Oh wait. The whole 'no violence' thing, mmm, that's kind of a problem too. Nothin' wrong with getting rough once in a while right?"

Dal knew she was putting on a tough girl act, they always did. That is until they flipped out and started going off at him, that's when things got entertaining.

[kearstin]

Kearstin gritted her teeth, and frowned. "Yeah? And you aren't in some cheesy story. The "bad boy" act thing is so cliche." she stated, smoothing her shirt again. She liked Nirvana. Kurt Cobain had been amazing. Kearstin wrinkled her nose in dis-taste. She hated cigarettes. Not only did they kill the person smoking them, they caused health problems for everyone who was forced to be around them as well. She didn't call him out on it, just because it really was his choice, but she added it to the growing number of reasons to dislike this boy.

"I'm not young. I can stand up for myself. And my t-shirt is amazing, thank you very much." she stated, rolling her eyes at his sarcasm. "Oh yeah, it's about as sexy as your sarcasm." she said back, her own voice dripping it. She didn't try for sexy. She tried for something she liked and something that was comfortable. Honestly, she didn't care what other people... or at least this boyman... thought. "But now I'll have to disinfect it before I can wear it again. Who knows what kind of diseases you have." Okay, that was rude. But he deserved it... right?

"Its Kearstin. And somehow, it doesn't surprise me that you don't believe in manners." she said, watching as he took a step toward her. She should be running away, she told herself. But she didn't want to come across as what he was basically calling her... a little girl poser. Which she wasn't. When he started playing with her hair, Kearstin fought the urge to flinch. Honestly, the manboy was pretty... okay hot, but she didn't like him. And she didn't like him touching her hair. But she didn't show that. Instead, she met his gaze evenly.

"A name would be nice. But I'm guessing you don't do nice, right? And what you do is really up to you. I was just offering suggestions." she stated, wishing she could look away without getting mad at herself. The manboy was scary, and honestly, she wasn't really as good at insults as she always thought she was. At least, not today.

[yolanda7h]

Dally grinned a bit at her comment. "Who said anythin' about it bein' an act?" This chick had fight in her - that either made her stupid or smart. And if she really was new to Greaser territory, it probably made her stupid. Dal was just bored enough to find out how stupid she really is. Then maybe he could take her to Johnny or Pony or somethin', they need a girl to keep 'em occupied.

"Shit, my mistake," Dally replied to her confident speech and her 'disinfect' comment. He spoke in clear exaggeration."Wow. You're one of those girls who actually stick up for themselves. I thought you guys were some sort of...endangered species. Goodness gracious, way to fend a guy off. Must be your secret weapon, all that standin' up you're doin'." She was just lucky he wasn't looking for any action right now, because all that 'standing up' wouldn't have meant shit of he really wanted to steal from her. Though from the looks of things she wasn't carrying much on her.

Dal was familiar with the streets though, and he knew the body language of someone who had something to hide, like a weapon. The girl might be stupid, but probably not stupid enough to hang around here by herself and not be protected.

To her comments, he pretty much ignored them on purpose, not interested her 'suggestions.' He stopped touching her and took a couple steps around so he faced her back. "Tell me somethin' Kerry, what are you doin' hanging around East Windrixville all by yourself, huh?" He put his hands on her upper arms and held her still. Leaning in a bit to her ear he said, "Oh shit, you're gonna have to get a new shirt now." He gave a wide grin.

[kearstin]

Kearstin rolled her eyes as the boy tried to say that his "bad boy" thing wasn't an act. It was always an act, except for maybe in serial killers. But even then, they probably had to fight to keep that I don't give a crap about anyone at all act going. Kearstin knew she had a hard time pulling it off, and she didn't even really have to do it that often. She barely talked to anyone.

"Of course I stick up for myself. I'm not going to let someone like you make me feel bad. Especially because I don't even really know or care about you... so yeah. I stick up for myself." she said, not knowing if she made any sense or not. She wasn't particularly good at giving speeches to annoying boys. She didn't do it often or... ever really. She studied the boyman and frowned. He was bigger then her, but she was pretty sure if he was going to hurt her, he'd already have done it... right? And it wasn't like she had anything to steal.

"Stop saying my name wrong!" she finally said, exasperated. She knew that a lot of people would mispronounce it, as it wasn't very common, but she had a feeling that he was just doing it on purpose. Sheesh, she was tempted to just walk away. But then he put his hands on her arms and held her there. Well, there went that plan. He leaned into her ear, and said something about her shirt. She gritted her teeth, and spoke.

"Last time I checked, I was allowed here. I mean, there wasn't a sign that said to keep out." she said, ignoring the comment about her shirt. She liked it. She wasn't going to let him ruin the shirt for her. "But of course if that's changed I can leave, if you want." she said with an eye roll.

[yolanda7h]

"You think I'm tryin' to make you feel bad? Jesus Christ, kid. I didn't know I was sendin' the wrong signals here." Dal said, with mock exasperation himself. In reality, he was actually enjoying himself here. She reminded him of a soda can out in the street. You're walking along and you just kick the shit out of it just for the hell of it. Just for boredom's sake. And this girl was just like one of those cans, just waiting for someone to come along and really mess her up. And the more she tried to talk tough, the more she fueled Dal's urge to kick her some more.

"Damn, I was sayin you're name wrong? I'm so sorry. You mean your name ain't, uh...Kacey? Or Katrina?" He cracked a small, and slightly sadistic smirk as he looked over her shoulder at her, still holding her arms. He saw her jaw lock as she gritted her teeth - looks like he was really starting to piss her off. Why not stick around and piss her off more? Didn't look like she had anywhere she had to go anyway. She looked like she needed to make herself useful - why not be Dal's little piece of entertainment for a while? - at least until he got bored with her too, which was very likely. Plus getting plastered at Buck's was always an option that trumped all the rest - including messing with naive little girls who had no business wondering around the east side of town.

"Leave? I was just gettin' to know you. Let's see. You're a Nirvana fan, you've got," he shifted some of her hair between his fingers. "Red hair. There's all that standin' up for yourself BS...And..." While he was holding her he'd felt something in her back pocket. He grabbed it, shoving her away before she could turn around and yank it back. "What do we have here?" He said, flipping out the switchblade as he looked at it. "You made me have to go and almost grab your ass for this thing - not too bad."

[kearstin]

Kearstin watched him carefully, and then shook her head. "I'm guessing you're really popular with those easy type of girls aren't you? You know, bright lipstick, short skirts... But honestly, you're kind of wasting my time." She wondered what her parents would think if they could see her now. Probably tell her she was going to get herself killed. But she had her knife and...

Okay, maybe she didn't have her knife. She glared at the boyman as he shoved her away after taking her knife, and then stomped her foot in exasperation.

"Give that back, dammit! Don't you have anyone else you can go pick on? I ain't doing anything to you! And it's KEARSTIN. Not Kacey, Katrina, Kelly, Katherine.... KEAR. STIN." she yelled at him, her hair getting in her face. She brushed it back and then continued on her rant. "And yes, I like Nirvana. And no, I don't like boys who act like they're all that, like you for instance, but I have as much right to be here as you do! So leave. Me. ALONE!"

... Oops. She was slightly red now, from embarrassment at freaking out and from the yelling, and she stood, arms wrapped around herself, trying to keep a glare on and hoping that he would give her back her knife so she could just leave already.

[yolanda7h]

Dally grinned, amused. This girl was fun. He liked them feisty - made things interesting. And if Sylvia ever got a load of this - she'd be so jealous. Then again, Dal doubted she'd be jealous of this kid - there was no way this kid would ever snag a guy like Dal or even remotely like Dal. The only reason she'd be jealous was because the broad was jealous of just about any girl Dal even glanced at. One day Sylvia will realize how many fucks Dal gave about that stuff. He gave none. But still, this feisty chick might be good for Johnny boy. Johnny would like a girl like her. Sheesh, the kid needed some broad, Dal wasn't opposed to helping him out a little.

"Give that back, dammit! Don't you have anyone else you can go pick on? I ain't doing anything to you! And it's KEARSTIN. Not Kacey, Katrina, Kelly, Katherine.... KEAR. STIN."

Dal's grin stayed and he examined the blade. "Nice stuff you got here. You think I can borrow it? I've been lookin' for a new one," He tried not to laugh. "And hey, how many times I gotta tell ya, I ain't tryin' to pick on you. What am I doin' that made you think that, huh?" He teased.

"And yes, I like Nirvana. And no, I don't like boys who act like they're all that, like you for instance, but I have as much right to be here as you do! So leave. Me. ALONE!"

"Oh jesus christ, woman," Dal said, looking as if he was taken aback. "Keep that up and you might lose your voice," One could only hope. "Wait - is there like something in your ears? You might wanna get that checked out or somethin'...its making you do that thing where you yell at me even when I can hear you," He was able to pull off saying that with a straight face, but he was still very much entertained. A hint of grin returned when he was done talking.