Meet the Boys!
Saturday morning's are all the same. Two-Bit runs off to the Curtis house, if he wasn't already there, and Charlie runs off to Warren's house. Charlie had to walk half way across town to Warren's house, that was why he is so damn skinny. After about thirty minutes of walking, and stopping only to get a Coke, he arrived at Warren's house. Only Warren lives there, opening his extra rooms to Brumly Boys who ran off on their parents or to kids with no homes. A little like Darry, Two-Bit had said when Charlie told him. Except Charlie heard from Two-Bit that Darry has two younger brothers. In any matter, he kicked open the door and went on in. Warren sat on his couch sipping a cold beer an quietly watching the other boys in his house. Vic 'Victim' Davidson sprawled out on the floor with Larry sitting next to him. Victim is only fourteen, the youngest, with bright blonde hair and light blue eyes. Larry, also known as Rock, sat next to Victim and sipped on a Coke bottle of reddish-brown liquid. Rock's known as an alcoholic, drinking what ever he can get his large hands on. Rock, being second oldest, has deep brown hair with green eyes. His nickname came from being the only man without hitting the ground during a bop-action.
War-Kid looked up at Charlie and gave a sly grin, "Well, look what the wind blew in..." he said, passing Charlie his beer, "C-M in the flesh."
"Do you have to go through all that every time I walk through that door?" he asked, taking the last swig from the bottle. There was a smile on War-Kid's face.
"Of course. Little C-M needs an introduction everyday," he said, standing. War-Kid is about six foot three in height, so he towered over little Charlie. But Charlie isn't exactly short, unless you consider six feet short.
War-Kid, Brumly Boys leader, is twenty-five and rather big. Rock is twenty-two and a little taller and bigger than War-Kid. Rock towered a height of six foot five and has bulging muscles when he flexes. Both War-Kid and Rock are tanned dark, but not too dark that they look Black. Victim, on the other hand, is five foot nine and a little small. But he's fast, one of the fastest in the gang. His skin is paler. Charlie was tanned a little and skinny with a nice build.
Charlie sat down on the couch where War-Kid sat a moment ago. War-Kid disappeared into the kitchen, looking for something to feed his large appetite. It was quiet for a little until the door was kicked open again and two red-headed kids entered. Twins actually. Bryant and Brandon Young, two red-headed boys good for confusing the enemy. And they know their way inside and out of a car. The Twins, as they're named, are both seventeen, six foot one, and have slim figures. Freckles made a bridge across their noses, making them look childish. You never saw them alone and they wore the same clothes the other wore. It was impossible to tell them apart, except Bryant is left handed and Brandon is right handed. Plus, Brandon wears boots while Bryant wears sneakers.
"Hello C-M!" they chorused, waving their dominant hands. They looked around for a moment before Bryant said, "Hey there Rocky," and Brandon said, "Look, it's Victim!" Rock and Victim said their hellos and went back to doing what ever they were doing before.
"Where's Jack?" Charlie asked. Jack Young was the older brother of Bryant and Brandon.
"Ripper?" they chorused again, but only Brandon continued, "He's off somewhere doing God knows what," he said. Jack is named after the murderer, Jack the Ripper. Jack was put in the cooler when he was fourteen and got out at eighteen. He had pushed a teacher towards a window and well... the rest is history. As if speaking of the devil, Jack sneaked in behind the Twins and knocked their heads together.
"I'm right here, idiots," he barked. Jack is only nineteen and he's seen so much of the wrong side of the world already. At six foot three, he's taller than most of the boys, except Rock, and the same height as War-Kid. But he's about the same build as the Twins. They settled down and scattered around the room.
"Charles, where's Robert?" asked Ripper, stretching his legs out on top of Victim, who made no effort to kick them off. Ripper is kind of like Victim's bodyguard.
"I heard Hot-Rod was down at Buck's," he said. Robert, Hot-Rod, Howard is eighteen, lean, mean, and tough, but kind of short. At six feet tall, Hot-Rod earned his name for being the only Brumly Boy who could actually 'trick' out a car. He can give a paint job to any car and make them worth something and increase speed my messing with and rewiring the motor. He's kind of dark and has a few battle scars across his arms and one down his temple. The rest of the boys barely have scars; War-Kid has a scar on his chest, right in the middle, Rock had a bullet scar on his left leg, Victim has never had a jumping so bad it left scars, only bruises, the Twins don't fight too much, and Ripper has scarred knuckles.
Those were all the boys in that one group of Brumly Boys. The Brumly boys have packs inside of the whole gang. Warren 'War-Kid' Williams, Victor 'Victim' Davidson, Larry 'Rock' Hawk, Bryant and Brandon 'The Twins' Young, Jack 'Ripper' Young, Robert 'Hot-Rod' Howard, and Charlie 'C-M' Matthews. Eight tough, lean, boys part of the Brumly Boys.
"Hey, kids!" War-Kid yelled, coming out of the kitchen with a beer bottle in his hand. He passed it to Charlie, then grinned, "Ya'll want to run by Dairy Queen for breakfast?" he asked, watching Charlie taking a swig of beer.
"Sure," The Twins said first. The others nodded. All of them had a big appetite, so they carried money with them all the time in case of a Dairy Queen run.
"Alright, let's pile up in the truck," War-Kid said, grabbing his keys and sliding into his sneakers. All the boys leapt up and raced to the door.
The Brumly Boys don't communicate with the Curtis gang, as they called them, except during a rumble with the Soc's or they need help against the Shepard gang. But this time the Curtis gang was siding with the Shepard gang, so they're no talking now. Only, they'll be surprised at who they'll see at Dairy Queen.
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