Thread: He's A Rebel [Crusade x Psycho] - Stand By Me RP -

He's A Rebel Name John Merrill Nickname Ace Age 23 Setting Castle Rock, 1959 I was raised by my piece of shit uncle. Never knew my parents. Never really got to know my uncle, either. He was too busy getting wasted and dealing drugs to give a fuck about me. Maybe that's where I get my bad attitude. Could be why the law disgusts me. Who knows. That day was like any other, though. I met up with Eyeball and the two of us headed down behind the house to put a new layer of wax on my '49 custom convertible. Christ, that thing was my fucking baby. I don't think I ever cared about anything the way I cared about that car. The leather seats, the craftsmanship, the angles of the body. Better than any girl I'd been with. After me and Eyeball washed the car and shot at beer bottles, I'd had enough of his company. Sending him on his way, I got into my newly shined ride and proceeded to take some country roads with it. Probably should've washed the bastard after I planned on taking it through a maze of dusty dirt roads, but I was never one to think too far ahead. It was nice to just be alone and let the engine do most of the talking. I'd driven a good twenty miles of back roads when I headed down the lone country road that led to the largest barn in all of Castle Rock. The road was nothing but large potholes and navigating took some getting used to. I'd memorized where every last one of them was, but it looked like the truck with the blown out tire up ahead wasn't so fortunate. I drove by doing about 30, kicking out a cloud of dust behind me. I caught hardly see through the dust, but as I kicked the car back around to head the other way, I got a good look at the driver who was trying to pop a spare on the thing. From what I could gather, it looked like that little bitch, Auttie. New to town, she was already a thorn in my fucking side. Her little brother had bad taste, having befriended Eyeball's queer little brother and the rest of them. I already got an earful from her. She was lucky I was feeling extra generous. If she wasn't so goddamn attractive, I would've kicked more dust into her face. Pulling up behind the truck, I got out, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I switched the toothpick in my mouth from one side to the other and then nodded in her direction as I made my way over to the side of the truck she was on. Crossing my arms over my chest, I smirked and watched her struggle for a few more seconds before actually speaking. My eyes took in the sight of her, looking like the least feminine woman he'd ever seen grace Castle Rock, but I liked it. I liked the fact that she didn't mind getting dirty. It said something about her. Auttie, Auttie, Auttie. What the hell are doing down this way? This road'll leave you in a ditch if you don't know it good enough, I said, taking the spare from you, carrying it over to the tire in question. Looks like today's your lucky day, though. Don't say I never did nothing nice, I added, using the wrench to pop off the lug nuts. I wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead before tossing the flat in the bed of the truck. After putting the spare in its place, I worked the lugs back on and then looked back at her, smirking as I flipped the toothpick to the other side of my mouth again. Done, I said simply, lifting myself up, wiping the grease onto my jeans. You owe me one, Winters.