#ryanvoxing

"Gather 'round, my fellow Tulsans and mighty Greasers!"

   Rodney knew how to project his voice, from as far back as he can remember, he loved attention and being the center of it. Being shy or nervous in front of a crowd was as foreign to him as the French language. He didn't know it. Nor did he really know much tact. The moment he got the challenge, there was no inner turmoil of what to say or how to do it publicly. It was just 'when the hell do I get to do this?'

   "Shout out to Little Wilson for the nomination, yes, it's now my turn for this 'Nice Thoughts Challenge.' Apparently they are limiting it to only five, so that's a bit unfortunate. Here we go, motherfuckers!" He leaped up on a picnic table that may or may not have actually been sturdy enough to hold him. "Number 1, Imma damn fine leader, birthright or not, the natural ability is jus' there. Number 2, beat me down an' I'm gonna come back stronger. It's a fact, I learn from mistakes an' I ain't gonna repeat 'em. Number 3, I gotta admit, that being 'round me is a wicked time for all involved. I know how to entertain. Number 4, Car will speak for this, despite appearances, I'm a pretty thoughtful boyfriend, now fiance. I'm a damn good one of those too. Number 5, and definitely not th' least, is you lot. Th' best part o' me will always be my Greasers and my Wolf Pack. Each o' ya are my favorite part of who I am, you are a piece of my own heart. " From a celebration of himself to a sincere declaration of his love for these people, he finished on a slightly softer note. "I love all of ya."

   Standing tall, he shouted, "that's it! Five things I love about myself, and I could keep going, but instead I'm gonna pick some shits to do this now. The one who keeps my ego in check, love of my life: Carmen Welch. Your turn, baby. I want all of th' Wolf Pack to do this, so if you ain't been nominated yet, consider yourselves nominated. I think that's only the Voxing siblings and Mama left, but the rest of ya better get to doin' this challenge now."

Bottles, crushed pills, various undergarments, and questionable discards inflicting on Castello a strong urge to hurl. Reminding himself why he even bothered to track this boy down, he ignored it. His eyes quit scanning the room, landing on a brunette whose coverings tangled around her legs leaving her bare breasts exposed. "Nice to know I can count on you for consistency," he muttered as his foot tapped against her male companion's. He couldn't be sure if he was awake, asleep, or completely knocked out. "Ryan," he hissed, "fuckin' hell, man. Wake up."

Leaning down, he called again, "c'mon, Voxing." Oh, how that name hurt to breathe. 

Dear Anonymous Reader,

Oh boy, do I ever have scoop about that fiery event. Well, from the hushed whispers and then the very loud complaints from disgruntled Greasers, there is very little secret to spill. Ryan Voxing and Marie Blevins being back in town has brought new life and destruction to the Greasers as always. There was a joyous welcome back for both, but not so much for Ryan from sister dearest. Unfortunately for party-goers hoping for a party of all things, Castello Jacobsen was once again spotted at a Greaser function (this boy has a really inconvenient way of not taking a hint) and was invited by Rodney’s third for a round of drug-induced “fun,” which we all know is Greaser talk for torture and possible hospitalization. I hear Sherri’s head spun clear around on her shoulders as Cas was given LSD. Spewing fury and confessions of days of whoring past, she tore into Ryan over the issue before storming off after kissing her ex in front of the rabid dogs and attempting to plead her case to no avail. Carmen was seen following her after a bitter bickering with her beau, while Seth Mann was seen shoving the Greaser leader in order to protect Castello from Rodney’s infamous wrath. A begrudged peace fell over the night, but not after Ryan was pushed by Cas nearly into their bonfire, Bria Martins and Griffin Walters were seen sucking each other’s face off (before being rudely interrupted by the night’s aforementioned events, my apologies), and there were screaming matches galore.

My, oh my, trouble in paradise is always devastating to report. I need a Kleenex just to write this. Greasers falling apart? Let’s hope the Socs don’t get wind of such cracks in the ‘family’ foundation. Oh…they already have?

This could get nasty. Wear a helmet.

Sincerely,