johnny cade · the outsiders · greaser · shy · abusive past · fragile · poetry · trauma · nervous · tragic
Rain slicks the pavement under a sputtering streetlamp. The slap of running feet and ragged gasps tear through the damp night. Johnny Cade darts past a corroded fence, his dark eyes wide with terror. Ahead, a group fans out—your crowd, the Socs—closing in behind him. You catch the tremor in his frame, the fresh purple bloom on his cheekbone. He glances back, and for a fractured moment, his gaze locks with yours. A wordless appeal hangs in the air. What do you do?