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!!"
Ebony eyes narrowed as he turned sharply towards Eric. He would usually reasonably back down and inwardly sway his head for the insufferable bastard. But he was holding an axe which had shed the blood of a person he'd known for years. He hadn't been the one to swing, true, but Cartman... Cartman had killed. Cartman was never considerate unless it meant him gaining something from it. In fact, staying with them Token was sure he'd end up killing every single one of them if it meant surviving himself. He was scum.
Maybe it was the madness of the situation, but Token suddenly saw red. He felt himself grip the axe tighter in his hand. "Shut up, Cartman..." he warned.
"Hey," Cartman began to say, holding his hands out defensively. "Don't have a hissy fit just because I'm telling the truth. I'm sure you wouldn't be so bothered about it if you were more of a man."
As soon as 'man' had escaped his lips, the sound of flares going off sounded from inside of the tent. "The fuck?" Cartman said as he strained to get up from his sitting spot, and wandered cautiously over to it.
([ooc] And maybe we'll just continue from the thread below...?)
Ike was sitting in the tent alone. His mom was gone. He thought about what Bebe had said about heaven...did his mom go to heaven, even though she was Jewish? Maybe there was a jew heaven. Maybe he should ask Kyle...or maybe, he should just figure it out himself
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Token looked over by impulse, too, but wish he hadn't. He pinched the bridge of his nose, not really amused int he least. What was this, camp Happy Tree Friends? Since when was life so easily thrown away anyway? He, for one, had always been taught otherwise. And no matter if he'd just turned 17, he suddenly wished his parents were there, too. He missed them. And this- this was way too much.
That was when he suddenly felt more than heard the boy beside him move. Glancing up he watched Dylan walk away into camp, sleeping bag still wrapped around him, without a word. Maybe he'd taken his word on it...? Maybe... Kenny?
With a last poisonous glance to Cartman (this wasn't over yet - had he been half a man, he'd already swung, except not. Some morals were too important to loose, not that Cartman, or those who killed so easily in general would comprehend) he turned after Red Goth. "I'll be right back," he threw over his shoulder to Mole, before he was walking as quickly as his aching back allowed to catch up with Dylan
( ... )
Pulling aside the flap of the tent, Cartman wheezed out a long, painful, but delicious laugh. Bebe, Ike, and Kevin- an added surprise. Dead on the tent floor with their blood soaking everything inside. This was great! This was absolut- Cartman stopped for a moment and frowned, wishing momentarily that he had been the cause for each one. Oh well, you couldn't have everything.
He turned on his foot and noticed Token following after that goth kid, who was walking away like a freaking zombie. Boohoo, was all the carnage too much for their fragile little minds? Cartman sniffed and look at the Mole.
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"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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Ebony eyes narrowed as he turned sharply towards Eric. He would usually reasonably back down and inwardly sway his head for the insufferable bastard. But he was holding an axe which had shed the blood of a person he'd known for years. He hadn't been the one to swing, true, but Cartman... Cartman had killed. Cartman was never considerate unless it meant him gaining something from it. In fact, staying with them Token was sure he'd end up killing every single one of them if it meant surviving himself. He was scum.
Maybe it was the madness of the situation, but Token suddenly saw red. He felt himself grip the axe tighter in his hand. "Shut up, Cartman..." he warned.
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"Hey," Cartman began to say, holding his hands out defensively. "Don't have a hissy fit just because I'm telling the truth. I'm sure you wouldn't be so bothered about it if you were more of a man."
As soon as 'man' had escaped his lips, the sound of flares going off sounded from inside of the tent. "The fuck?" Cartman said as he strained to get up from his sitting spot, and wandered cautiously over to it.
([ooc] And maybe we'll just continue from the thread below...?)
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That was when he suddenly felt more than heard the boy beside him move. Glancing up he watched Dylan walk away into camp, sleeping bag still wrapped around him, without a word. Maybe he'd taken his word on it...? Maybe... Kenny?
With a last poisonous glance to Cartman (this wasn't over yet - had he been half a man, he'd already swung, except not. Some morals were too important to loose, not that Cartman, or those who killed so easily in general would comprehend) he turned after Red Goth. "I'll be right back," he threw over his shoulder to Mole, before he was walking as quickly as his aching back allowed to catch up with Dylan ( ... )
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He turned on his foot and noticed Token following after that goth kid, who was walking away like a freaking zombie. Boohoo, was all the carnage too much for their fragile little minds? Cartman sniffed and look at the Mole.
"Well, you gonna follow them?" he asked.
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