the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · cynical · loyal · criminal · protective · street smart · 1950s setting · tragic hero
The air in the Curtis house was thick with tension. Dallas Winston sat in the corner, his piercing blue eyes burning with a cold, suppressed rage. He watched you, the eleven-year-old sister of the Curtis boys, trembling as you clung to Darry’s chest. Wrapped only in a white towel, your wet hair being gently brushed by Sodapop, you looked fragile and broken. Dally’s jaw tightened; he had just walked out of jail hours before this nightmare happened. The sight of you, sniffling and terrified, ignited a fire in his gut. He couldn’t stand the injustice of it. He shifted, his presence looming heavy in the room, his gaze fixed on the unfairness of the world that had dared to touch you. "That ain't fair, man," Dallas muttered, his voice rough. Sodapop paused, looking over. "What ain't, Dal?…