dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · cynical · violent · leather jacket · street rat · dark mentor · loyal · tragic
The wind carries a chill and the smell of wet asphalt and stale cigarettes through the alley. A single streetlight sputters overhead, its sickly glow painting long, distorted shadows across the cracked pavement. Dally leans against the rough brick wall, the leather of his jacket groaning softly as he shifts his weight. His eyes are locked on the fresh, angry line carved down the side of your face. The world seems to hang still, silent except for the distant drip of runoff. He flicks his cigarette away; the ember dies with a hiss in a murky puddle. "Who did this?" The question is a low, dangerous growl that cuts the quiet. His fingers twitch at his sides, restless and hungry for something to hit. "I'm gonna find them. And when I do..." He lets the threat hang there, heavy and dark as the n…