Sodapop Curtis- Canon Outline
Mar 27, 2013 18:00:38 GMT -5
Post by Sodapop Curtis on Mar 27, 2013 18:00:38 GMT -5
Character Name: Sodapop Patrick Curtis
Played By: Rob Lowe
Age: Sixteen going on seventeen
Social Status/gang: Greaser
Appearance: Sodapop is slim and tall with a sharp and emotive face; he tends to wear his heart on his sleeve but when need be, it can be near impossible to read him. He combs his hair back so it's "long and silky and straight;" it's dark-gold but the sun bleaches it to a "shining wheat gold" in the summer. His eyes are dark brown; "lively, dancing, recklessly laughing eyes that can be gentle and sympathetic one moment and blazing with anger the next." He doesn't dress fancy; jeans and t-shirts are pretty much the extent of his wardrobe. In the mornings he spends at least five minutes looking for his shoes because he hates wearing them. He'll kick them off as soon as he walks in the door and, ten times out of ten, forget to pick them up. He's not the type to sit rigidly and have perfect posture at all either; if he's not stretched out on the couch, he's laying back with his feet on the coffee table.
Personality: "...Soda is one of a kind. He can get drunk in a drag race or dancing without ever getting near alcohol. In our neighborhood it's rare to find a kid who doesn't drink once in a while. But Soda never touches a drop--- he doesn't need to. He gets drunk on just plain living. And he understands everybody." Sodapop Curtis is always "happy-go-lucky and grinning." He's always very energetic, wild and reckless, and doesn't like sitting still, even to watch a movie. He likes working with cars (he works at the DX with his best friend, Steve Randle) and he loves horses. Sodapop is horse crazy. When he was twelve years old, he "owned" a buckskin horse named Mickey Mouse. Technically, it belonged to the guy who kept it at the stables that Sodapop was working at, but the horse absolutely loved Soda. Eventually Mickey Mouse got sold, but Soda still hops on a horse whenever he gets the chance. He even used to ride in rodeos, saddle bronc, until he tore a ligament and his dad made him stop. Soda only smokes very rarely, "to steady is nerves or when he wants to look tough."
He loves his brothers. He's got a good relationship with both of them. "Sodapop isn't afraid of [Darry] like everyone else and enjoys teasing him," and he always listens to Pony and tries his best to understand what Pony's saying. He always takes up for his little brother, too. He doesn't get mad easily- nine times out of ten you'll find him in a good mood. He doesn't really hold grudges, either, unless it's about something big. His father used to take Sodapop and his brothers on fishing and hunting trips, but Soda was never patient enough for fishing, and always goofed around and scared the game away when they were hunting. Nevertheless, he still always had a blast. Sodapop is always having a blast and he "can make anyone grin." Soda has a hard time accepting things, though. "Serious reality has a hard time coming through to Soda, but when it does, it hits him hard."
The Curtis brothers take turns making dinner, and whoever gets up first makes breakfast. When it's Sodapop's turn to cook, you'll probably end up with purple mashed potatoes and green chicken or something along those lines. He thinks the food's more interesting that way. He also likes his eggs with grape jelly, and after the Curtis parents died Soda managed to talk Darry into letting them have chocolate cake for breakfast every morning. When Soda makes the cake, he always puts too much sugar in the icing. He doesn't like coffee- he prefers chocolate milk. Sodapop is just about as crazy about chocolate as he is about horses.
"Sodapop'll never grow up at all."
Family: Darrell Shaynne Curtis, Sr.- deceased- father
Karen Josephine Curtis- deceased- mother
Darrell Shaynne Curtis, Jr.- age 20- brother
Ponyboy Michael Curtis- age 14- brother
History: Sodapop Curtis was born on October 8th. He and Darry bonded almost immediately- Darry had that "I'm older and so much better at everything than you" thing going on, and Soda had that "My big brother is the best thing ever!" thing going on, so it worked out pretty well for them both. A few years later, Ponyboy was born. Soda wasn't happy about having a little brother at all- he liked being the baby of the family. But eventually he saw how much Pony looked up to him, and he warmed up to the little guy and even got to like being a big brother. Darry, Pony, and Soda all had a pretty normal childhood. Sodapop met Steve Randle when they were in second grade, and not long after the Curtis' met Two-Bit Mathews, Johnny Cade, and Dallas Winston as well.
The Curtis parents died in a car accident less than a year ago, and it hit all three brothers hard. At his parents' funeral, "Soda had broken down and bawled like a baby." Darry took custody of his younger brothers without a second thought, putting off going to college. Soda knew he wasn't doing any good in school since he was failing everything except auto-mechanics and gym, so at the end of the school year he convinced Darry to let him drop out and he began working full time at the DX to help Darry out with the bills.
Sample: It was five in the morning and I couldn't sit still for more than two seconds even if somebody told me I'd win a million bucks if I did. I was itching to go look for Pony; it'd been nearly three hours since he ran out and he wasn't home yet. Darry kept saying to wait, that Pony would be back soon, and I wasn't exactly in the mood to listen to him but I did because I knew he was just as worried sick as I was. He hadn't meant to hit Pony, he never would have if Pony hadn't scared him half to death by staying out until the middle of the night, and I knew that, but I just couldn't help being mad.
He wasn't home yet. Why wasn't he home? Where was he? I stared at the door from my spot on the couch like I'd been doing for the last half hour, expecting him to come walking in sheepishly and apologetic any second. I didn't want to wait for him to come home anymore though, I was past that; I wanted nothing more than to go search the whole town until I found my little brother.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when somebody knocked on the door. My stomach dropped as I got up and went to answer it; nobody knocked. Everyone knew we never locked our door, and everyone knew our couch was always open. I opened the door and when I saw two of Tulsa's finest standing there a lot like that night last January, I nearly lost my lunch.
Played By: Rob Lowe
Age: Sixteen going on seventeen
Social Status/gang: Greaser
Appearance: Sodapop is slim and tall with a sharp and emotive face; he tends to wear his heart on his sleeve but when need be, it can be near impossible to read him. He combs his hair back so it's "long and silky and straight;" it's dark-gold but the sun bleaches it to a "shining wheat gold" in the summer. His eyes are dark brown; "lively, dancing, recklessly laughing eyes that can be gentle and sympathetic one moment and blazing with anger the next." He doesn't dress fancy; jeans and t-shirts are pretty much the extent of his wardrobe. In the mornings he spends at least five minutes looking for his shoes because he hates wearing them. He'll kick them off as soon as he walks in the door and, ten times out of ten, forget to pick them up. He's not the type to sit rigidly and have perfect posture at all either; if he's not stretched out on the couch, he's laying back with his feet on the coffee table.
Personality: "...Soda is one of a kind. He can get drunk in a drag race or dancing without ever getting near alcohol. In our neighborhood it's rare to find a kid who doesn't drink once in a while. But Soda never touches a drop--- he doesn't need to. He gets drunk on just plain living. And he understands everybody." Sodapop Curtis is always "happy-go-lucky and grinning." He's always very energetic, wild and reckless, and doesn't like sitting still, even to watch a movie. He likes working with cars (he works at the DX with his best friend, Steve Randle) and he loves horses. Sodapop is horse crazy. When he was twelve years old, he "owned" a buckskin horse named Mickey Mouse. Technically, it belonged to the guy who kept it at the stables that Sodapop was working at, but the horse absolutely loved Soda. Eventually Mickey Mouse got sold, but Soda still hops on a horse whenever he gets the chance. He even used to ride in rodeos, saddle bronc, until he tore a ligament and his dad made him stop. Soda only smokes very rarely, "to steady is nerves or when he wants to look tough."
He loves his brothers. He's got a good relationship with both of them. "Sodapop isn't afraid of [Darry] like everyone else and enjoys teasing him," and he always listens to Pony and tries his best to understand what Pony's saying. He always takes up for his little brother, too. He doesn't get mad easily- nine times out of ten you'll find him in a good mood. He doesn't really hold grudges, either, unless it's about something big. His father used to take Sodapop and his brothers on fishing and hunting trips, but Soda was never patient enough for fishing, and always goofed around and scared the game away when they were hunting. Nevertheless, he still always had a blast. Sodapop is always having a blast and he "can make anyone grin." Soda has a hard time accepting things, though. "Serious reality has a hard time coming through to Soda, but when it does, it hits him hard."
The Curtis brothers take turns making dinner, and whoever gets up first makes breakfast. When it's Sodapop's turn to cook, you'll probably end up with purple mashed potatoes and green chicken or something along those lines. He thinks the food's more interesting that way. He also likes his eggs with grape jelly, and after the Curtis parents died Soda managed to talk Darry into letting them have chocolate cake for breakfast every morning. When Soda makes the cake, he always puts too much sugar in the icing. He doesn't like coffee- he prefers chocolate milk. Sodapop is just about as crazy about chocolate as he is about horses.
"Sodapop'll never grow up at all."
Family: Darrell Shaynne Curtis, Sr.- deceased- father
Karen Josephine Curtis- deceased- mother
Darrell Shaynne Curtis, Jr.- age 20- brother
Ponyboy Michael Curtis- age 14- brother
History: Sodapop Curtis was born on October 8th. He and Darry bonded almost immediately- Darry had that "I'm older and so much better at everything than you" thing going on, and Soda had that "My big brother is the best thing ever!" thing going on, so it worked out pretty well for them both. A few years later, Ponyboy was born. Soda wasn't happy about having a little brother at all- he liked being the baby of the family. But eventually he saw how much Pony looked up to him, and he warmed up to the little guy and even got to like being a big brother. Darry, Pony, and Soda all had a pretty normal childhood. Sodapop met Steve Randle when they were in second grade, and not long after the Curtis' met Two-Bit Mathews, Johnny Cade, and Dallas Winston as well.
The Curtis parents died in a car accident less than a year ago, and it hit all three brothers hard. At his parents' funeral, "Soda had broken down and bawled like a baby." Darry took custody of his younger brothers without a second thought, putting off going to college. Soda knew he wasn't doing any good in school since he was failing everything except auto-mechanics and gym, so at the end of the school year he convinced Darry to let him drop out and he began working full time at the DX to help Darry out with the bills.
Sample: It was five in the morning and I couldn't sit still for more than two seconds even if somebody told me I'd win a million bucks if I did. I was itching to go look for Pony; it'd been nearly three hours since he ran out and he wasn't home yet. Darry kept saying to wait, that Pony would be back soon, and I wasn't exactly in the mood to listen to him but I did because I knew he was just as worried sick as I was. He hadn't meant to hit Pony, he never would have if Pony hadn't scared him half to death by staying out until the middle of the night, and I knew that, but I just couldn't help being mad.
He wasn't home yet. Why wasn't he home? Where was he? I stared at the door from my spot on the couch like I'd been doing for the last half hour, expecting him to come walking in sheepishly and apologetic any second. I didn't want to wait for him to come home anymore though, I was past that; I wanted nothing more than to go search the whole town until I found my little brother.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when somebody knocked on the door. My stomach dropped as I got up and went to answer it; nobody knocked. Everyone knew we never locked our door, and everyone knew our couch was always open. I opened the door and when I saw two of Tulsa's finest standing there a lot like that night last January, I nearly lost my lunch.
