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The Outsiders Characters - Coggle Diagram
The Outsiders Characters
Steve Randle
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Hate to tell you this, buddy, but you have to wear clothes to work. There's a law or something
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Yeah, And what are you doin' walkin' by your lonesome on the street?
Ponyboy Curtis
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Ponyboy has reddish, light brown hair, greenish gray eyes and long greasy hair.
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“Oh no!” My hand flew to my hair. “No, Johnny, not my hair!”
I would, I would help her and Randy both if I could. “Hey,” I said suddenly, “can you see the sunset real good from the West Side?”
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Sodapop Curtis
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“Listen, kiddo, when Darry hollers at you … he don’t mean nothin’. He’s just got more worries than somebody his age ought to. Don’t take him serious…you dig, Pony?”
thin and movie-star handsome. He has dark gold hair that is combed back, dark brown eyes that are described as dancing or reckless, and a goofy grin.
“I don’t know. It’s just … I can’t stand to hear y’all fight. Sometimes … I just have to get out or … it’s like I’m the middleman in a tug o’war and I’m being split in half. You dig?”
“I am a greaser,” Sodapop chanted. “I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man, do I have fun.”
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Darry curtis
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is a muscular, 6'2" dark brown hair that sticks out in the front of his head with a cowlick in the back.
Darry spun around to face me, genuine fear on his face. “What?”
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“I reckon it never occurred to you that your brothers might be worrying their heads off and afraid to call the police because something like that could get you two thrown in a boy’s home so quick it’d make your head spin."
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“You don’t ever think,” Darry broke in, “not at home or anywhere when it counts.”
Dally Winston
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Are you a real redhead? Are you real? How can I find out if this is your real red hair? If this is the same red hair you have on your, uh, your, you, these eyebrows.
elfish face, high cheekbones, pointed chin, sharp teeth, blue eyes and long white hair.
You'd better wise up, Pony. you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you, man.
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Johnny, you don't know what a few months in jail can do to you, man. You get mean in jail, I just don't wanna see that happen to you like it happened to me man. Understand?
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Cherry Valance
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“Ponyboy… I mean… if I see you in the hall at school or something and don’t say hi, well it’s not personal or anything, but…”
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Johnny Cade
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“Well I won’t. But I gotta do something. It seems like there’s gotta be someplace without greasers or Socs, with just people. Plain, ordinary people.”
Johnny has long, jet-black, greased hair that falls in shaggy bangs. He has dark eyes that appear to be black, with tanned skin
“Easy, Ponyboy,” he said softly, “we’ll be okay.”
“I think I like it better when the old man’s hittin’ me.” Johnny sighed. “At least then I know he knows who I am.”
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Two-Bit Mathews
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No wonder he hates your guts. You don't even care about him, you damn drunk. You go to hell. Go straight to hell.
he is eighteen and a half, and is a junior in high school , he is 16 and is the oldest of the gang,he has a stocky build and he is very proud his long rusty-colored sideburns.he has gray eyes.
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No jazz before the rumble; you know the rules, Ape Face
Randy Adderson
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You can't win. You know that, don't you? It doesn't matter if you whip us, you'll still be where you were before, at the bottom. And we'll still be the lucky ones at the top with all the breaks. It doesn't matter. Greasers will still be Greasers and Socs will still be Socs, It doesn't matter.
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You! Look, Greaser, we got four more of us in the backseat.
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C'mon, put the knife down, C'mon!
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Marcia
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attractive, and has short, dark hair. She speaks in a sort of texan accent, and is kind hearted.
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“Johnny!” I nearly screamed. “What are we gonna do? They put you in the electric chair for killing people!”
That was the truth. Socs were always behind a wall of aloofness, careful not to let their real selves show through. I had seen a social-club rumble once. The Socs even fought coldly and practically and impersonally.
But Johnny and I understood each other without saying anything. Nobody but Soda could really get me talking. Till I met Cherry Valance.