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@askdarrycurtis
I'm Darrel Curtis, oldest of three brothers, and my younger brothers are Sodapop and Ponyboy.
Ooc: I'm not part of any RP groups, which means anyone can RP with me. Mod and character are over 18, but I keep things SFW. Base my portrayal on the Broadway show.
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*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*He covers his ears and holds his breath, hidden from view.*
C'mon.
*He stays still, silent.*
I won't hurt you. Okay? There's nothin' in my hands, nothin' at all.
*He doesn't move. Why is he here, why is he here, why is he here?*
*He crouches by the bed.*
*Johnny's frozen, praying that Darry will go away.*
/-/ @askdarrycurtis /-/
I'm askin' you to come home, kid.
*Johnny stays silent and doesn't move a muscle.*
Johnny?
*He doesn't respond, just wishing Darry wouldn't know he's there.*
*He knows, taking a deep breath.*
I know you're there.
*He curses himself internally but doesn't move, barely even breathing.*
I ain't hurting you.
*Johnny closes his eyes, trying his hardest to block Darry out.*
*He just waits.*
*Johnny doesn't make himself known in the slightest.*
*He waits, calmly.*
*Johnny's hands are still tightly clasped over his ears and he is completely still and quiet.*
What are you scared of?
*He doesn't respond.*
Johnny.
...
C'mon kid.
*no response. no movement.*
*He crawls under the bed.*
*He flinches and backs into the corner, breath catching.*
It's okay. *He makes sure Johnny can get out.*
*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*He covers his ears and holds his breath, hidden from view.*
C'mon.
*He stays still, silent.*
I won't hurt you. Okay? There's nothin' in my hands, nothin' at all.
*He doesn't move. Why is he here, why is he here, why is he here?*
*He crouches by the bed.*
*Johnny's frozen, praying that Darry will go away.*
/-/ @askdarrycurtis /-/
I'm askin' you to come home, kid.
*Johnny stays silent and doesn't move a muscle.*
Johnny?
*He doesn't respond, just wishing Darry wouldn't know he's there.*
*He knows, taking a deep breath.*
I know you're there.
*He curses himself internally but doesn't move, barely even breathing.*
I ain't hurting you.
*Johnny closes his eyes, trying his hardest to block Darry out.*
*He just waits.*
*Johnny doesn't make himself known in the slightest.*
*He waits, calmly.*
*Johnny's hands are still tightly clasped over his ears and he is completely still and quiet.*
What are you scared of?
*He doesn't respond.*
Johnny.
...
C'mon kid.
*no response. no movement.*
*He crawls under the bed.*
*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*He covers his ears and holds his breath, hidden from view.*
C'mon.
*He stays still, silent.*
I won't hurt you. Okay? There's nothin' in my hands, nothin' at all.
*He doesn't move. Why is he here, why is he here, why is he here?*
*He crouches by the bed.*
*Johnny's frozen, praying that Darry will go away.*
/-/ @askdarrycurtis /-/
I'm askin' you to come home, kid.
*Johnny stays silent and doesn't move a muscle.*
Johnny?
*He doesn't respond, just wishing Darry wouldn't know he's there.*
*He knows, taking a deep breath.*
I know you're there.
*He curses himself internally but doesn't move, barely even breathing.*
I ain't hurting you.
*Johnny closes his eyes, trying his hardest to block Darry out.*
*He just waits.*
*Johnny doesn't make himself known in the slightest.*
*He waits, calmly.*
*Johnny's hands are still tightly clasped over his ears and he is completely still and quiet.*
What are you scared of?
*He doesn't respond.*
Johnny.
...
C'mon kid.
*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*He covers his ears and holds his breath, hidden from view.*
C'mon.
*He stays still, silent.*
I won't hurt you. Okay? There's nothin' in my hands, nothin' at all.
*He doesn't move. Why is he here, why is he here, why is he here?*
*He crouches by the bed.*
*Johnny's frozen, praying that Darry will go away.*
/-/ @askdarrycurtis /-/
I'm askin' you to come home, kid.
*Johnny stays silent and doesn't move a muscle.*
Johnny?
*He doesn't respond, just wishing Darry wouldn't know he's there.*
*He knows, taking a deep breath.*
I know you're there.
*He curses himself internally but doesn't move, barely even breathing.*
I ain't hurting you.
*Johnny closes his eyes, trying his hardest to block Darry out.*
*He just waits.*
*Johnny doesn't make himself known in the slightest.*
*He waits, calmly.*
*Johnny's hands are still tightly clasped over his ears and he is completely still and quiet.*
What are you scared of?
*He doesn't respond.*
Johnny.
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*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*He covers his ears and holds his breath, hidden from view.*
C'mon.
*He stays still, silent.*
I won't hurt you. Okay? There's nothin' in my hands, nothin' at all.
*He doesn't move. Why is he here, why is he here, why is he here?*
*He crouches by the bed.*
*Johnny's frozen, praying that Darry will go away.*
/-/ @askdarrycurtis /-/
I'm askin' you to come home, kid.
*Johnny stays silent and doesn't move a muscle.*
Johnny?
*He doesn't respond, just wishing Darry wouldn't know he's there.*
*He knows, taking a deep breath.*
I know you're there.
*He curses himself internally but doesn't move, barely even breathing.*
I ain't hurting you.
*Johnny closes his eyes, trying his hardest to block Darry out.*
*He just waits.*
*Johnny doesn't make himself known in the slightest.*
*He waits, calmly.*
*Johnny's hands are still tightly clasped over his ears and he is completely still and quiet.*
What are you scared of?
*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*He covers his ears and holds his breath, hidden from view.*
C'mon.
*He stays still, silent.*
I won't hurt you. Okay? There's nothin' in my hands, nothin' at all.
*He doesn't move. Why is he here, why is he here, why is he here?*
*He crouches by the bed.*
*Johnny's frozen, praying that Darry will go away.*
/-/ @askdarrycurtis /-/
I'm askin' you to come home, kid.
*Johnny stays silent and doesn't move a muscle.*
Johnny?
*He doesn't respond, just wishing Darry wouldn't know he's there.*
*He knows, taking a deep breath.*
I know you're there.
*He curses himself internally but doesn't move, barely even breathing.*
I ain't hurting you.
*Johnny closes his eyes, trying his hardest to block Darry out.*
*He just waits.*
*Johnny doesn't make himself known in the slightest.*
*He waits, calmly.*
*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*He covers his ears and holds his breath, hidden from view.*
C'mon.
*He stays still, silent.*
I won't hurt you. Okay? There's nothin' in my hands, nothin' at all.
*He doesn't move. Why is he here, why is he here, why is he here?*
*He crouches by the bed.*
*Johnny's frozen, praying that Darry will go away.*
/-/ @askdarrycurtis /-/
I'm askin' you to come home, kid.
*Johnny stays silent and doesn't move a muscle.*
Johnny?
*He doesn't respond, just wishing Darry wouldn't know he's there.*
*He knows, taking a deep breath.*
I know you're there.
*He curses himself internally but doesn't move, barely even breathing.*
I ain't hurting you.
*Johnny closes his eyes, trying his hardest to block Darry out.*
*He just waits.*
*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*He covers his ears and holds his breath, hidden from view.*
C'mon.
*He stays still, silent.*
I won't hurt you. Okay? There's nothin' in my hands, nothin' at all.
*He doesn't move. Why is he here, why is he here, why is he here?*
*He crouches by the bed.*
*Johnny's frozen, praying that Darry will go away.*
/-/ @askdarrycurtis /-/
I'm askin' you to come home, kid.
*Johnny stays silent and doesn't move a muscle.*
Johnny?
*He doesn't respond, just wishing Darry wouldn't know he's there.*
*He knows, taking a deep breath.*
I know you're there.
*He curses himself internally but doesn't move, barely even breathing.*
I ain't hurting you.
*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*He covers his ears and holds his breath, hidden from view.*
C'mon.
*He stays still, silent.*
I won't hurt you. Okay? There's nothin' in my hands, nothin' at all.
*He doesn't move. Why is he here, why is he here, why is he here?*
*He crouches by the bed.*
*Johnny's frozen, praying that Darry will go away.*
/-/ @askdarrycurtis /-/
I'm askin' you to come home, kid.
*Johnny stays silent and doesn't move a muscle.*
Johnny?
*He doesn't respond, just wishing Darry wouldn't know he's there.*
*He knows, taking a deep breath.*
I know you're there.
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*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*He covers his ears and holds his breath, hidden from view.*
C'mon.
*He stays still, silent.*
I won't hurt you. Okay? There's nothin' in my hands, nothin' at all.
*He doesn't move. Why is he here, why is he here, why is he here?*
*He crouches by the bed.*
*Johnny's frozen, praying that Darry will go away.*
/-/ @askdarrycurtis /-/
I'm askin' you to come home, kid.
*Johnny stays silent and doesn't move a muscle.*
Johnny?
*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*He covers his ears and holds his breath, hidden from view.*
C'mon.
*He stays still, silent.*
I won't hurt you. Okay? There's nothin' in my hands, nothin' at all.
*He doesn't move. Why is he here, why is he here, why is he here?*
*He crouches by the bed.*
*Johnny's frozen, praying that Darry will go away.*
/-/ @askdarrycurtis /-/
I'm askin' you to come home, kid.
*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*He covers his ears and holds his breath, hidden from view.*
C'mon.
*He stays still, silent.*
I won't hurt you. Okay? There's nothin' in my hands, nothin' at all.
*He doesn't move. Why is he here, why is he here, why is he here?*
*He crouches by the bed.*
*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*He covers his ears and holds his breath, hidden from view.*
C'mon.
*He stays still, silent.*
I won't hurt you. Okay? There's nothin' in my hands, nothin' at all.
*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*He covers his ears and holds his breath, hidden from view.*
C'mon.
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*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
*Johnny hears the step and freezes before slamming the door shut and scrambling back under the bed, heart pounding.*
*He tries the door.* I ain't meaning to scare you.
*There's a knock on the door to Dally's room, after Dally went out, when Johnny opens the door, Darry's there.*
( @askdarrycurtis)
*Johnny opens it and looks at him absently for a moment. He then closes the door and locks it and turns back.*
*Darry knocks.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
Dally called.
...
Ya know he's worried, right?
*He doesn't respond, just flips off the door and takes some pain medication.*
Hey.
*He doesn't talk. The only sounds that are heard from Johnny's side of the door are his soft footsteps and the pill bottle as he moves it.*
Johnny, I'm sorry.
*Johnny puts the pills away and walks back to the bed to flop down and hold a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of Darry's voice.*
*Darry stays, quiet for a long time, just waiting.*
*Johnny doesn't move.*
*He knocks again.*
*Johnny ignores it and pushes the pillow more against his head.*
/-/ @thewolfpackalpha /-/
(wrong tag?)
Johnny, I just wanna talk.
/-/oop meant to click darrys/-/
*He doesn't respond, just squeezes his eyes shut in hopes he'd go away.*
(no worries, I run both so we're good lol)
Are ya okay?
*No response.*
*He starts trying to break down the door, worried about Johnny's safety above all.*
*He panics and shoves himself under the bed where Darry couldn't see him.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*He doesn't respond, staying quiet and absolutely silent and still. Go away go away go away-*
*He starts to walk towards the door.*
*Johnny freezes and isn't moving a muscle.*
*He leaves the room, standing outside, hidden from view.*
*Johnny doesn't move for a moment, scared and waiting to make sure he's left.*
*He waits.*
*Johnny eventually pokes his head out after a few minutes, thinking Darry's gone.*
*He's still waiting, not moving.*
*Johnny slowly crawls out and stands. He can't see Darry anywhere. Wait... Why would Darry leave the door open?..*
*Darry waits, still outside the door.*
*He cautiously steps towards the door to close it, a feeling of dread pooling in his gut like something was wrong about this situation.*
*Darry still waits, waiting to see if he comes out.*
*Johnny hesitantly grabs the handle to close the door.*
*Darry steps closer.*
