July Rumble

[Tensleep]

Hey all. There was no June rumble, as you may have noticed, and I won't get into why. So my apologies.

Rumble, July 08:

Ordinary Moments

Sometimes it is the little moments we remember most about a person, what really defines their character and gives us a true insight to who they really are.

Write a moment in one or more of the boys' life. It can be eventful, meaningful, or just a quick look at an ordinary day that truly makes their character(s) shine. Have fun with it. Max seven pages. Any POV.

Please copy, paste and post your entries under this tread so we can all enjoy them! I know there are some awesome imaginations on this forum. So get writing!

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[fosterchild]

Holy crap! I'm actually motivated to write! Haven't written any Outsiders in awhile. This is a good one!

[DreamsInBlackAndWhite]

Great. I think I might actually try this for a first Outsiders fanfic. I've had the worst writer's block ever!

[fosterchild]

Started writing this morning. Hope it turns out good!

[Keira]

I can't wait to read it

[fosterchild]

I may scrap it and start over ... UGH! lol Don't know if it's really in the guidelines. Hmm ...

[Tensleep]

You know what, if it gets your writing, just ignore the guidelines! I think we'd all like to see what you've got!

[hannie]

It was a quiet Sunday morning at the Curtis house. Steve and Soda had their first day off from the DX in what seemed like weeks. They, along with Two-Bit and Ponyboy, had been lounging around the living room all morning with no intentions of getting up for anything.

"Someone's gotta go make breakfast," Two-Bit announced stretching his arms up above his head. He'd passed out in Darry's armchair sometime in the early morning hours and had yet to move since then.

"I ain't doing nothing all day," Soda yawned lazily as Steve nodded in agreement.

"Between work and school," he groaned, "I'm too beat to do much else."

Two-Bit smiled hopefully at the youngest member of the gang.

"Guess that leaves you Ponyboy," Two-Bit chuckled, knowing that Pony was his best bet as getting some food. "I'll take a couple of eggs."

"Yeah, I'll have some toast if you're cooking Pone," Soda chimed in, grinning winningly at his younger brother. "And some juice too."

Ponyboy hauled himself up off the couch and begrudgingly went into the kitchen.

"Get me some cereal, would you kid?" Steve called after him and Ponyboy had to bite his tongue to keep from saying something nasty.

"Can you believe all this fuss about Johnson finally sgning that Civil Rights Bill?" Soda asked, his eyes glued to the news coverage on the television of people rioting over integration.

"It's an Act," Pony informed them from the kitchen.

"Well whatever it is, it's about time for it," Soda muttered. "Just don't understand how some people can hate other people so much."

Ponyboy half-smiled at the irony of his brother's words.

"Yeah," Steve agreed with his friend. "Never was much of a racist myself."

"I think I might be racist," Two-Bit piped up from his place in the corner.

Soda and Steve both sat up at this, and Ponyboy came back in from the kitchen.

"You think you're racist?" Steve snorted.

"Well sure," Two-Bit shrugged. "You know that Indian kid in our shop class Stevie?"

Steve nodded and raised an eyebrow at the other boy.

"Well I never much liked him. He don't laugh at my jokes and he's always hogging the band saw," Two-Bit explained and Soda cracked a grin.

"That doesn't make you a racist," he said shaking his head. "You'd have to not like every Indian you knew, and you don't much mind Navin down at the market on Pine Street, do you?"

"He's not Indian," Pony interjected, earning him a dirty look from Steve. "He's from Nepal."

"Either way," Soda said rolling his eyes. "Nepal's still on the continent of India."

Ponyboy furrowed his brow at that. "India's not a continent Soda," He cried. "It's a country."

The tips of Soda's ears went pink as he smiled a sheepishly. "Well, excuse me," he drawled. "I never took no geometry class."

Even Steve had to bite back a laugh as Pony threw his arms up, exasperated, and returned to making breakfast.

[ash]

I can imagine Two-bit saying that. Soda would be the type to mix up continents and countries. You did a really good job and I didn't really notice any mistakes yet. Keep up the work.

[missmouse]

That was brilliant, Hannie. Loved the ending. Geometry class, lol.

Too darn short. Very cute and funny, and in character.

[fosterchild]

Nice! Just the thought of smart Pony having to correct everything they're saying has me laughing. Should make it longer!

[Maddiecake]

<sup>Pinball Wizard

He didn’t think there was any way someone like him could get caught up in something as strange as this. It was something that children would do, going from five to twelve year olds, all of whom would enter the arcades with money in their pockets and leave with nothing. Something like this didn’t seem right especially considering who was currently positioned in front of the machine, a crowd surrounding him.

But then again, did he expect him to spend all his time with him or the rest of the gang? He must have had something else to do but nothing as strange as this had ever crossed his mind, especially since it was just so... odd. Seeing someone like him with these people staring at the game, in awe of the skills he obviously possessed.

”Where d’ya think he goes?” Two-Bit questioned as their friend made an excuse to leave and slipped off before another word was spoken on the subject.

A shrug was the first response followed by something verbal, something that would possibly elaborate on the subject. “Well he can’t spend all his time with us, y’know.”

“Well yeah but ya think he’d bother lyin’ correctly,” the eighteen year old said, head turning to look in the direction their friend went. “C’mon. Let’s see... maybe he’s snagged himself a broad.”

Intrigued was hardly the word to use when it came to his friend’s mysterious disappearances and he got up in a flash, following his friend out and dropping what was left of his cigarette on the ground to smolder and eventually die. “Sure,” he said, moving quickly to catch up with Two-Bit. “I’ll bet he’s got himself someone real nice.”

Now Two-Bit was standing amongst the eager pre-teens and children, all watching the movements of the little flippers and the reaction of the silver ball as it darted about the board, bouncing off of various pieces of plastic that lit up randomly and illuminated his face. The expression was what really got him, the way his tongue protruded ever-so-slightly and his teeth bit down on it, the expression of pure concentration that he hardly ever saw him give, it was shocking to say the least.

He seemed to be dead to the world, unaware of the people watching him, only concentrating on the task at hand. There were people who were good but some of their strategies must have involved the tilting of the machine (a big sign on the front in big, red letters let customers know of their ‘anti-tilting’ rule) but as he watched his friend play, watched his fingers tapping almost frantically on the buttons located on either side of the pinball machine, he couldn’t help but notice that the machine never moved from its place.

“How long’s he been doing this?” The child who he had asked turned to look at him, an expression of admiration and awe placed upon his features.

“I dunno, he comes here a lot, though. He’s the best...” His tone changed to one of envy at this but a particularly loud gasp from the crowd caused both males to turn and look expectantly back at the machine, expecting the game to be over but instead finding two balls moving in a sort of awkward dance around the board.

“C’mon, Two-Bit,” he mumbled, grabbing the elder’s arm and practically dragging him away. Their friend never even looked up, too deeply immersed in his game to even notice that they had come in. “He’ll be embarrassed if he sees us here.”

Two-Bit rolled his eyes but followed him out anyway. “No he won’t!” Another loud exclamation from the crowd surrounding the machine and the teenager in front of it made him turn around but they were already out of the arcade. “Ponyyy,” he whined, tugging half-heartedly and turning back to look in the windows, “he’s gonna play forever!”

Ponyboy shook his head, letting go of Two-Bit when they were a good block away. “You’d better not say anything t’ him. He’d probably deny it all, anyway.”

(Well there you have it, guys... I dunno who exactly is behind the machine but I always think of The Outsiders when I hear Pinball Wizard so I thought I'd try and write something. If it doesn't fit the requirements or something I'm really sorry, I wasn't sure if this would work out but it's the only thing I could think of XD)</sup>

[murderofcrows]

i think it would be funny if it was dally behind the machine XD

[Maddiecake]

^{XD Imagine the conversation if when Two-Bit brings up the entire situation...}

[Tensleep]

Hannie: I thought that was perfect! You could see Two-Bit being completely twisted around on the issue, but still just babbling on. And making Pony cook was great! Keep up the writing!

Maddiecake: Interesting take on the challenge. It makes you wonder who is the main character here. And if this character does do this a lot, who's to say it isn't an ordinary momet? Keep up the great work!