This is too damn perfect. little ike is coming right towords salvation.
"He can come with us too kevin darling, the afterlife will be much warmer. I guess randy too, just think in the afterlife we can drink with no consequences."
bebe kisses dead kevin on the cheek and hides in the shadows, axe raised, grin on her face.
"You will remember this perfect night, this perfect moment ike broflovski."
"B-Bebe?" he says startled by her presence, he turns around and sees her holding an axe. He slowly backs away. "Wh-what are you doing?"
He swallows hard...maybe he is going to die..
"Come on Bebe, don't do this. I'm going to find help...I'm going to get us out of here..y-you could come with me. I'll take care of you...you need to get away from them..so..so.."
He forces himself to smile. "SOOOOOOO LETS BUILD A SNOWMAN!! WE CAN MAKE HIM OUR BEST FRIEND!! COME ON BEBE, YOU KNOW THE WORDS!! WE CAN MAKE HIM TALL, OR WE CAN MAKE HIM NOT SO TALL..."
Holding his arm, he starts to run. "Bebe don't! I won't go to heaven! Jews don't believe in an afterlife! Think about what you're doing! HELP!! MOM!! TOKEN!! ZE MOLE!! ANYBODY!!"
Sheila awakens and goes to the commotion. bebe holds the axe over her head adn swings again. sheila jumps in front to token and ike to protect them. bebe swings the axe, scalping sheila in the process. the red beehive falls into the snow, along with some blood. sheila falls to her knees.
"I guess that really was a hattori hanzo axe."
(ooc- and that song it totally playing in the back XD LOL)
sheila slumps over and dies.
bebe looks at what she's done, seh laughes, LAUGHES LONG AND LOUD.
"paybacks a bitch you fucking jewish cunt!"
bebe hold teh axe in both hands, going for ike and token.
Panicked, Token pushed Ike aside reaching to grasp bebe's wrists and wincing as his back flared in a sharp pain. He urged Ike on, quickly, back towards Mole and Dylan. "Run, Ike!"
Catching his breath Token let a sigh out as the axe dropped on the snow below. "I think enough people died." He couldn't even look at the dead bodies on display; he felt nauseous at the stench of blood.
Still stiff and shocked, he let her lean forward onto his now blood-stained jacket. "You tell them you're sorry," he murmured, too mentally scared to be really processing things anymore.
Deflated, Token let her go. Whatever. She may have been right, they probably really were already doomed, but going on a killing spree didn't solve anything in his book. Neither did staying with dead corpses.
With a wince, he crouched down and picked the axe, just to be safe. In his peripheral vision he saw the jacket of Mrs. Broflowski and mentally re-played Bebe saying it was warm... but no. He couldn't do it. With another glance towards Bebe, he wrapped an arm around Ike's shoulders, pulling the boy towards the fire and away from his dead (adopted) mother. It probably hadn't sunk in yet. "C'mon Ike, leave her, she needs some time alone..."
(OOC: You guys, i was all ready and set for Bebe to kill Ike and then herself, man. >3> Now I'm a little dissapointed that she didn't.)
"Zere's more corpses by ze second," Christophe aknowledged. It was making him worry, he wasn't in any condition to fend for himself, that's why he was still in the camp. Even though he'd been so helpful, now that he wasn't, what if they all up and decided he wasn't good company and killed him?
"All zis blood, et would be bettar if someone cleaned ze campsite up..."
((Oops? I mean, Token's the type of character who'd try to stop slaughter, sorry? X_X She still might kill them, mind. XD))
Token glanced to Mole, axe still in hand. Re fused to look at Randy or even Cartman. Mole was extremely handy and knew how to survive apparently. He wanted out of there, and fast. The more people, the bigger the chance of somebody else snapping. No, he wanted to get Dylan, pack their things and go off somewhere where they would stay safe until Kenny died.
He stood by Dylan, blocking the wind from slapping onto the slighter boy as he straightened his back. His eyes fell upon the dead possum he'd dropped to go after Bebe. "I think we should go down and leave this campsite altogether."
Eric hadn't said a word after the moment Bebe had axed Kyle's big, fat bitch of a mom. No way, he was too busy laughing and coughing up a storm. Holy shit! That was great! Bebe's suicidal tendencies were right on: killing the Jews was a lot more entertaining than killing the fake Santa Claus. He eyed her jacket as he shivered: it would totally help warm him up. But he couldn't bring himself to take it. Obviously not because he respected the dead... it was just... a Jew coat. Come on. That was gross. Probably smelled like matzo balls or something. He overheard Token whining to his fuck buddy and groaned. "Oh, are you scared, Token?" Cartman asked, rolling his eyes. "Take Edgar Allan Pussy with you and get the hell out if you're so goddamn afraid."
"He can come with us too kevin darling, the afterlife will be much warmer. I guess randy too, just think in the afterlife we can drink with no consequences."
bebe kisses dead kevin on the cheek and hides in the shadows, axe raised, grin on her face.
"You will remember this perfect night, this perfect moment ike broflovski."
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He swallows hard...maybe he is going to die..
"Come on Bebe, don't do this. I'm going to find help...I'm going to get us out of here..y-you could come with me. I'll take care of you...you need to get away from them..so..so.."
He forces himself to smile. "SOOOOOOO LETS BUILD A SNOWMAN!! WE CAN MAKE HIM OUR BEST FRIEND!! COME ON BEBE, YOU KNOW THE WORDS!! WE CAN MAKE HIM TALL, OR WE CAN MAKE HIM NOT SO TALL..."
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"Come with me ike, to a place with no pain or suffering, we can hang out with kevin and randy in heaven."
bebe swings the axe, , she gets ikes arm, but just grazing him, she gets more of ikes snowman than ike himself.
"ARRRRRGGG!!!"
the chase begins.
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"I guess that really was a hattori hanzo axe."
(ooc- and that song it totally playing in the back XD LOL)
sheila slumps over and dies.
bebe looks at what she's done, seh laughes, LAUGHES LONG AND LOUD.
"paybacks a bitch you fucking jewish cunt!"
bebe hold teh axe in both hands, going for ike and token.
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"Bebe,it is definitly over between us...I can see that you and my mother are just never going to get along and I see no future with us.."
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"token..just..just leave me alone...I'm ready to die now I guess. hmm sheila had a nice thick jacket, someone can use it more than she can now."
bebe laughs softly and looks at token, she evil smile faltering a bit.
"tell ike and kyle I'm sorry."
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Still stiff and shocked, he let her lean forward onto his now blood-stained jacket. "You tell them you're sorry," he murmured, too mentally scared to be really processing things anymore.
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"just leave me the fuck alone, I was just trying to help, we're all doomed anyway!"
bebe eyes the noose she made earlier, hidden under a bush. she was deciding when everyone went back to sleep to use it on herself...or ike and token.
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With a wince, he crouched down and picked the axe, just to be safe. In his peripheral vision he saw the jacket of Mrs. Broflowski and mentally re-played Bebe saying it was warm... but no. He couldn't do it. With another glance towards Bebe, he wrapped an arm around Ike's shoulders, pulling the boy towards the fire and away from his dead (adopted) mother. It probably hadn't sunk in yet. "C'mon Ike, leave her, she needs some time alone..."
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"Zere's more corpses by ze second," Christophe aknowledged. It was making him worry, he wasn't in any condition to fend for himself, that's why he was still in the camp. Even though he'd been so helpful, now that he wasn't, what if they all up and decided he wasn't good company and killed him?
"All zis blood, et would be bettar if someone cleaned ze campsite up..."
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Token glanced to Mole, axe still in hand. Re fused to look at Randy or even Cartman. Mole was extremely handy and knew how to survive apparently. He wanted out of there, and fast. The more people, the bigger the chance of somebody else snapping. No, he wanted to get Dylan, pack their things and go off somewhere where they would stay safe until Kenny died.
He stood by Dylan, blocking the wind from slapping onto the slighter boy as he straightened his back. His eyes fell upon the dead possum he'd dropped to go after Bebe. "I think we should go down and leave this campsite altogether."
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"Oh, are you scared, Token?" Cartman asked, rolling his eyes. "Take Edgar Allan Pussy with you and get the hell out if you're so goddamn afraid."
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