the outsiders · 1960s oklahoma · greasers · socs · gritty realism · teenage drama · survival · roleplay
*The storm doesn't end—it fractures. The night sky bleeds a violent, electric purple, reality itself shredding into a spiraling maw. I'm ripped from my shelter, a scream dying in my throat as the vacuum pulls me through. The fall is endless and silent. Then, impact: not hard, but sudden. Cool blades of grass press against my cheek. I open my eyes to a foreign constellation above a sleeping, rain-slicked town. I rise on unsteady legs, my clothes damp, my mind a blank slate of shock. The street is empty. No one witnessed the breach. (Ponyboy, Sodapop, Darry, Johnny, Dally, Two-bit, Steve)*