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Ike Broflovski | 12 | 9th Grade affiliated with small town rp

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“Oh, someone huh?” Kenny hid his grin from Ike while he dropped the butt of his finished cig on the ground, watching the ember fade into black.

So it was a girl problem (or a boy, really, how would Kenny know?). How classic. 

“I’m pretty good with girls, I think. Or boys, whatever floats your boat.” Kenny had never been in an relationship before – that was all Stan’s arena – but he’d never had trouble getting someone into bed before. “Maybe I could help you out.” 

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Was Kenny really the person he should go to for such situations? Perhaps he should weigh on his options here. Ike knows that Kenny had at least dated that older girl back in the fourth grade but he never really knew what happened there. However, seeing that the blond is single, he could tell that things didn't work out. But other than that, Ike has not heard of anything regarding Kenny ever getting serious with anyone which could only mean that he's pretty crappy with girls.

Ike knew that he could go to Stan but let's face it, the guy's a drunk. He's not in a good place right now. And then there's Cartman but of course, no one in their right mind would go to him for advice. As for Kyle, well, Ike knows he's just not as good at this as he is so he's out of the question.

It almost seemed like Ike couldn't depend on any of his brotherly-figures anymore.

"You're good with girls and boys, you say?" He decided to challenge the teen. "And in what way do you actually believe you're good with people in a romantic sense?"

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thread of many colors - craig/ike

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All Craig could offer the man was a noncommittal shrug. He was starting to wish the guy who would knock himself out or something. With the way he carried himself, sleazily and with little regard for anybody or anything else, Craig wouldn’t be surprised if that happened any minute. He expected nothing less from one of the many asshats inhabiting this town.

But from an outsider’s point-of-view the dark-haired boy was the very picture of icy; calm and collected, with the disposition of a statue. Zero fucks to give. Had said outsider delved into his head they’d see, plain as day, that the normally stoic boy was freaking the fuck out.

The younger boy- Craig vaguely recognizes him as one of those guys’ little brother- seemed to think otherwise, though and silently he seconded the notion. This was totally not okay. Okay was the last thing he and this situation was, because lurking in that fucked up mound of clothes was a bright red pair of boxers with “Red Racers Rulez!” loudly printed across the ass.

Maybe he was finally being punished for all the shit he- and continues to- pulled.

When Ike turned to him and asked him about their dirty situation, Craig let a careless hum slip through his lips. Maybe he could still turn this around. “I honestly don’t care. Look, whatever, I’ll just get my stuff and leave. Not a big deal.“

Not a big deal?

Perhaps making a “big deal” out of things was an attribute that Ike had derived from his mum but that wasn't going to cease him from absolutely making a big deal about the matter at hand. He had far more imperative things to prioritize but now, he will have no choice but to set those plans aside because of some asshole's lack of intellect. Other than that, he couldn't let Craig-- of all people-- get a hold of Captain Scribbles.

And just like that, the thought transmits a stream of complete dread within the kid. Captain Scribbles is an old teddy bear of his which he obtained as a present from his mum on his very first day of school. It was purchased as a purpose to calm his nerves down and up until now, he still keeps it to set his mind at ease. Nobody, not even his family, was aware that he still kept Captain Scribbles. It was a humiliating fact, after all.

Ike had been praised a lot for being remarkably mature for his age. He couldn't bring down his reputation by letting them know that the only reason why he had been successfully keeping a peace of mind during tests was because he knew deep down that Captain Scribbles was cheering for him.

And now to have one of the biggest bullies he knew, Craig Tucker, find his stuffed bear will have to be his worst nightmare yet. "I don't think so." Ike shot a glare at the older boy. "I don't want anyone touching my stuff. I'll sort this out myself. It'll be quicker that way anyway."

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Like a Mother Hen || Ike & Kyle

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                   After dramatically trudging off– as he tended to do–                    Kyle settled himself at his desk, attempting to diminish the piles                    of homework that his teachers all saw fit to assign at once. As much                    as he LIKED having advanced classes, they often drove him to                     sleepless nights and mild panic attacks due to the sheer mass of it all.                      So, seeing as he was now getting a late start due to waiting up for his                     brother, he most certainly didn’t expect to be sleeping.

                   He was just about to break into his Calculus book when he heard                     the all-too-familiar nickname chirp from his doorway.  Slowly,                    the teen turned his head, glancing at his brother momentarily before                     give a small sigh.  “Yeah?  You need something?” he questioned,                    in no mood to pussyfoot around with small talk.  He REALLY needed                    to get this done and the little show from before had already begun to                    whittle away at his patience.

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The things I do for love.

Upon seeing his big bro situated at his desk, Ike knew straight away that he will have to make this quick. It was a common standard of behavior in the house that neither of the brothers must intrude upon the other from diving into their studies no matter what. So, even if an apology has to be made to seal the cracks of their banter, their academic work still must remain their number one priority.

The young Canadian walked into his brother's room before dumping the bag of Thin Crisps onto his desk. "Here. Peace-offering." He pointed out the obvious while swirling his ice cream with his spoon, his eyes focused on it instead of the older Broflovski. Again, apologies aren't Ike's forte. "I didn't mean to piss you off so, uh, yeah. Sorry, Ky-yuhl." He made sure to lighten his tone up a bit at his old pronunciation of his big bro's name.

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toxic - kenny/ike

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Kenny gently slapped Ike on the back a couple of times before taking a drag from his own cigarette.

“Yeah, it takes a while to get used to.” A puff of smoke escaped his mouth with every word, dancing in the air before disappearing into nothing. “Try taking smaller hits instead.”

It really was none of his business and he usually wouldn’t have pressed (this smoke spot saw a lot of troubled teens), but this was Ike. He’d known him since the boy was five. Plus if Karen ever started smoking and Kyle saw, he’d want Kyle to talk to her too. 

Damn, and all he’d wanted to do was have a nice smoke break.

“C’mon Ike,” Kenny said, taking another huge drag before continuing. “You gotta admit, this isn’t really like you. What’s up?”

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As of then, Ike could feel the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes but willed himself not to let them fall. Wouldn't he have looked utterly ludicrous crying all because he couldn't take a plain drag of a cigarette? He had known that it would be a strenuous task to do but he didn't think it would result to him choking.

He wanted to shrug off Kenny's hand because being patted on the back only made him feel smaller than he already was but then he thought better of it. He musn't blow a gasket right now. For all he knew, he could draw on one slip of tongue and Kenny would go telling Kyle on him.

The young Canadian aimed his focus on his cigarette. Could he really tell Kenny? This wasn't a case where he'd be comfortable discussing to Kyle about it and he did need the perspective of an older brother. Kyle's a great brother but... what did he know about girls? 

"I'm... just having a go at possibly attaining someone's standards."

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I started doing a little series as speedpainting practice, where I draw all the boys and their siblings. :D

Ike is difficult to draw because no matter how you draw him, it just doesn’t look like him without the floppy, trash can head haha. Also I perpetually draw people looking all about the same age (what age that is I have no idea) so Ike was a challenge. XD

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Without his part-time job to go to this week, Kenny had been stuck with school, school and more school. It was slowly starting to drive him mad – which was, obviously, a sign that he badly needed a smoke break.

He’d rushed to his usual smoke spot, only to see someone already there. Someone small and vaguely familiar…

Ike?

Kenny approached calmly but Ike was still startled, dropping both his cigarette and his lighter. Kenny popped open his own pack of Marlboros, offering Ike one with a small smirk lingering on his lips. 

“Me? I practically own this place. Pro tip – make sure you have your back to the wind so you won’t smell like smoke after. Oh, and I recommend getting some Febreeze before you head home, just in case. Kyle’s weirdly sensitive about these things.” Kenny gave Ike a knowing glance before sliding a lighter out of his pocket and expertly lighting his own cig in one fluid motion.

“Mind telling me what Mr. Honor Student’s doing out here in the druggie corner?” 

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So... he won't be telling on him?

Shit, perhaps he hadn't been giving Kenny enough credit. If it was Stan, the guy would have already taken the first step in giving him a talk about what's right and wrong then taking an oath that he won't tell Kyle... then he will. If it was Cartman, he would have used the case to his advantage like the sick fuck he is, no doubt. But Kenny? He was just cool with it and Ike was having trouble processing this.

Tentatively and embarrassed that he had been caught off-guard, he reached out to take a stick from the older teen's pack. "Uhm... thanks." He bent down to pick up his own lighter but didn't bother lighting up his new cigarette just yet. It felt weird, especially with his brother's friend nearby. Although he was never closed with Kenny, he had always perceived Kyle's friends as his big brothers too; even if Kyle technically stopped hanging around with them for some reason.

He fiddled with the cigarette and the lighter in his hand, refusing to meet Kenny's eyes. "...I-I just needed a break." He lied, his voice shaking because fuck, he's not a good liar. In a struggle to draw his attention from the conversation away, he slipped the cigarette between his lips and lit it up with his lighter. And of course, a coughing fit ensued the moment he tried to take a drag. Goddammit, his lungs were burning. Was that normal?

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Like a Mother Hen || Ike & Kyle

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                           Of course he’d dismiss it like it was nothing– that’s what Ike did.                              Hell, that’s what HE did when he was younger.  However, the comparison                             of himself to their mother was a bit uncalled for– right?  He wasn’t turning                             into her… was he?  Sure, he got a little more worried nowadays, especially                             when it involved his brother, but that was normal wasn’t it?  A huff left him                            as he was pushed past, amber eyes following the teen as he approached                             the freezer in search of contraband.  Their mother had banned sweets                             long ago, saying it wasn’t fair for Ike to have them when Kyle couldn’t,                            but that didn’t mean Kyle agreed to it. 

                           Seeing that he had been dismissed and that he had no real power of                             the younger– besides reporting his late arrival to their mother, but he’d                             never do that– Kyle waved his hand and headed for the stairs.  “Fine,                            whatever.  Next time I won’t worry,” he muttered before making his                             way to his room.  

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Oh perfect, now his brother's pulling the classic "be-scared-if-I-stopped-worrying-about-you" mum move and the shitty thing was that he was actually falling for it. It was one of their mother's distinguishing features after all. Ike didn't like to be smothered unlike before so that guilt-trip technique was something Sheila Broflovski would frequently use to get him wrapped around her finger.

He sighed. Perhaps he had been too stingy to his brother. He had been letting it slip from his memory time after time that this wasn't Filmore or any of his thick-witted classmates he was talking to. This was his brother who had saved his life a myriad of times and never expected anything in return. "Fuck it." After fitting out a bowl of ice cream for himself, he snagged a pack of Honey Maid Cinnamon Roll Thin Crisps from the cupboard. It was not the most ideal peace-offering but Ike can't cook for shit.

"Ky?" He pushed the door to his brother's room open, peeking inside. He hated doing peace-offerings but if it's Kyle, then he will have to make an exception.

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Like a Mother Hen || Ike & Kyle

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                         Ike enters the house and talks so nonchalantly that Kyle is on the                          verge of screaming.  Is he really just going to dismiss the fact that                          he was OUT all night with out so much as a “hey I’m not dead” text?                            He’s torn between screaming at the younger and hugging him until he                          bursts and, after a few moments, he decides on both.  Without so much                          a second thought, the redhead wraps his arms around his younger brother,                          babbling on about how worried he was and how glad he was to see him                          before finally pulling away with a stern expression.

                         “What the hell is wrong with you?  Why didn’t you text me?  I thought you had                           gotten KIDNAPPED!  If something happened to you I don’t know what                           I would’ve done– god you’re such a little asshole!”

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"Oof!" Ike did not count on the embrace in any case and for a moment, he was convinced his brother was boozed up by some means because it's been a long while since he had hugged him. Ike had started valuing his personal space lately and didn't like anyone touching him. But when Kyle began running his mouth about how he was so worried stiff, that's when the younger Broflovski had become cognizant that he had been out past curfew. Oh, right.

At his brother's outburst though, a defensive frown curled the young Canadian’s lips. "As if anyone in this town would be sharp enough to execute the perfect kidnap." He then turned to hang his coat. "And geez, you're starting to sound like Ma. See? Not a scratch on me so don't get all worked up. Do we still have any ice cream left?" As careless as he could be, he brushed past Kyle to head for the kitchen. He remembered hiding a small pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer.

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Should he really do this? Will it be worth it? He had already played hooky from school for this and that was something he never imagined doing at all so this should be reasonably worth it. Ike chewed on his bottom lip as he inspected the cigarette he had between his fingers. It was preposterous how effortless it was for kids to buy anything they want in this town but he wasn't complaining.

Ike closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The image of that one notable female junior student who he had been crushing on breezed into his mind. He had overheard her telling her friends how she was into 'bad boys' these days and Ike knew he was the outright exemplar of everything opposite to the concept of 'bad boys'. He's an honor student, a teacher's pet, class president, and never stays out past curfew except for one occurrence.

It wasn't common for Ike to have a crush on anyone anymore so if he falls, he falls hard. For shit's sake, he even had an affair with a teacher before and he was like, what, four or five? He opened his eyes again and slipped the cigarette between his lips at long last. He then fished out the lighter he purchased along with the cigarette and was just about to light the stick up when at the corner of his eye, he detected a familiar figure standing at the entry of the alleyway. Out of instinct, he redirected his attention at the newcomer only to realize that it was a close friend of his brother’s.

"S-Shit!" He hissed, dropping the lighter and spitting the cigarette away from his lips. "Kenny! What the hell are you doing here...?!" He didn't know Kenny as much as he knew Stan so it was hard to tell if the guy will tell Kyle on him. 

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thread of many colors - craig/ike

"What do you mean you've mixed our clothes up?" Ike was starting to take a dim view at his patience for these people's stupidity. Although, he knows he should lay claim to a fraction of the blame here since it was plainly a mistake to be confident of someone else other than his mum or himself to do his laundry.

Sheila Broflovski had been down with the flu these days so Ike had no choice but to bring his laundry to the nearest non-self-service launderette. He could very well wash his own clothes by himself but with his Algebra test coming up, he just couldn't find the time to do the necessary household chores.

He should have known better though.

The guy behind the counter who was supposed to handle the laundry professionally didn't even look ashamed of what he had done. "A lot of our washing machines are broken so I had no choice but to wash your clothes and his clothes in one machine." He then looked at the other customer who stood beside Ike. "You okay with that, yeah man?"

"Of course he's not okay with it, you dildo." Ike snapped to which earned him a glare from the employee. The Canadian paid no heed to him as he redirected his attention to the other customer. "You don't possibly find this acceptable--" Just when he finally got a good look at the guy, he immediately recognized him as a classmate of Kyle's so he quickly added, "--do you, Craig?"

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Like a Mother Hen || Ike & Kyle

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               He tried to remain calm– worrying wasn’t going to help anyone–                but as the clock struck eight all his logistics faded.  Quickly, the                male stood from the couch, quickly pacing the floor in an attempt                to ease his nerves.  It had been hours since school had gotten out                and there was still no sign of his brother.  Sure, this wasn’t a RARE                occurrence, but the increased amount of instances didn’t ease his                conscience one bit.  There was a knock on the door, finally, and his                full attention snapped towards it, praying that it was his brother coming                home, safe and sound.

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Their parents won't be home until tomorrow morning which turned out to be a favored circumstance to the young Canadian. It's not everyday his mom would let him stay out all night. He used up his remaining available hours in the library, getting lost in the great works of Neil Gaiman, Clive Barker, Terry Pratchett, and other fascinating authors. It wasn't until the librarian clued him in that they'll be closing up did he finally pack his things and head home.

When he turned up at his destination though, he was taken aback to see Kyle still up. Normally, the older Broflovski would be in his room at this hour. "Are you expecting company tonight, Kyle?" Ike decided to ask in such a way as though he didn't just stay out past curfew without a single text message to his older brother. He stepped in and closed the door shut behind him, shaking the flakes of snow off of his dark hair and taking off his coat.