Holloway's Keep :3

[sixteenyears]

You sure read fast. Well, faster than me, anyway.

So where's this place that we're going? [er, where he's going.] I've never been out of the neighborhood besides Windrixville.

...don't know if I should go. But it's not like I can go back home with the way how things turned out, I guess.

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Forgive me, for I am the rustiest.

[greaser]

You don't know the half of how things turned out, kid. Don't matter, though. Where do you think you're goin'?

:3!

[sixteenyears]

Dally. [Could there have been more to the fighting? But a change of subject looks fine too.]

Some castle place called Holloway's Keep or something. She won't tell me more than that though. [He blinks, as if he's just beginning to register what he just said.] A castle.

[greaser]

[ Johnny doesn't need to know about what happened. Dallas isn't likely to tell him. It's simple as that. ]

Well--damn. Color me impressed. [ And he genuinely looks impressed. ] I got a prison barge for who knows how long and you get a castle.

Just...keep out of trouble, y'hear me? [ And a hair ruffle for you, young man, which makes what he's about to say terribly ironic. ] And for god's sake, Johnny, keep your hair outta your eyes.

[sixteenyears]

[Did Ponyboy pass on his words? It's something he wants to know. He's just not sure if he shouldn't. This place is weird like that.

Did Dally say he's impressed? Quick, act like it's nothing. Oh, shoot. His eyes are probably glowing at the thought anyway.]

I will. I mean, I'll try. [Wait.] Dally, you're in prison? [Was it from the rumble?]

[greaser]

[ Dallas doesn't know anything about that, though it would have probably had some sort of effect on him if he knew.

And yeah. Definitely impressed. If anything, it sounds better than the set-up Johnny had going at home. ]

Shoot, kid. It was a lot of things. [ More like everything ever. It was more of a therapy thing. Didn't help much. ] And I ain't there no more anyhow, so don't don't give me that look.

[sixteenyears]

[He's trying not to.]

So where are you now? [Weird to ask, since he's just standing right there. This place really doesn't make much sense.]

[greaser]

[ It is a weird question, but he gets it. Not really any way to properly describe this place. Looking anywhere but in Johnny's direction seems like a pretty good way to respond. ]

Uh...nowhere, kid. [ Really, truly nowhere. Not even home. ]

[sixteenyears]

Oh. [He stays quiet for a while. How can Dally see good in the world (or worlds...whatever) if he's just stuck here?]

Could you come with me to this castle? I don't know how it works but it doesn't sound like no afterlife. [Because then only dead folks like him can go, right?]

[greaser]

[ "Don't question it" seems like the best answer in this case, really, but Dallas is just grateful for the change of subject. That way he doesn't have to explain. ]

I dunno, Johnnycake. Ain't my decision. [ Real big hesitation here. ] Gonna see what I can do, alright? Ain't making no promises, though.