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[3rd Long] Evan Issac, Raven (Stan Marsh), and eventually Josh Myers

Summary: Raven returns to the dorm after a particular IM conversation with Henrietta only to find Evan there. After a few days of little interaction, they finally begin to talk, albeit things go from civil talk to sexual to fighting to sadistic pretty fast. Before they know it, Raven's pushed a little too far, too deep and needs rescuing from certain death from a certain TP loving roommate.

　

Takes Place: Friday, August 17th, evening.

Raven

Raven pushed casually through the dorm door, a twig or two still caught, a mess, on his black hair and dark clothing. He was in the middle of taking a drag on his cigarette, shoving idly through the room in the same large combat boots, dark pants and shirt he'd been wearing since he'd arrived; without a word tossing himself onto "Stanley's" old bed, propping his feet at the far end and not bothering to put the cigarette out. The boy honestly didn't seem to care who he disturbed, albeit glancing to the side to try and catch sight of either Dylan or Evan. It had honestly been a hectic hell of a couple of days, and not something he was at all enjoying. Not in a conformist dirtbag hell like this. Still, he'd just finished talking with Henri, and he was trying...at least. To make some kind of difference. Some sort of change.

Evan Issac

As to be expected, Evan was keeping a low profile in the shitty darkness that was the Ron Jeremy dormitory. The young man was not a stranger to reverting to hermit tendencies when he was not up to making life more miserable for the conformists. Currently, he was alone, Dylan elsewhere. He had been drifting in and out of sleep, feeling particularly lethargic. The sound of another entering the room caused Evan to stir, his frigid eyes opening in the dark. His bleary gaze took note of Raven on the nearby bed. "Come to lick at my heels, killer?" he greeted before yawning, not bothering to cover his mouth.

Raven

Raven took a rather long drag, as if letting Evan stew on the second before answering. When he did, it was dull, hinted on a slight of irritation. "Lick at your heels? Seems in this conformist hell you already have Dylan for that nonsense." As he spoke, a waft of smoke poured out between his teeth, the boy looking off darkly without turning to his dormmate. The only other one there for the moment, it seemed. "Or am I wrong? Guess you could always find someone else." He seemed particularly bitter about something, but didn't speak up on the subject, also keeping his tone somewhat smooth.

Evan Issac

"Aren't you all my droogs?" Evan asked, his voice its typical monotone. It was difficult to tell whether he was serious, but the answer was probably not, and the terminology came from a book Evan was actually partial to. "Yeah, everyone and everything's disposable. Everything fades and dies. Nothing's meant to last." Slowly, Evan sat up and stretched his long limbs on the small twin-sized bed.

Raven

"Droogs? The hell is that." He scrunched his nose slightly, seemingly in still an amount of bitter distaste. Eventually he sideglancing to the taller goth, the boy still continuing to appear on the same griping irritation. "But no. I'm not your anything, you damn shit. The fuck would I ever be."

Evan Issac

"Never mind," Evan replied, rubbing his eyes in an effort to get the sleep out of them. Once he felt a bit more awake, he took a sluggish look at Raven. "Oh, the abuse. I feel so at home," he said in a biting tone. Ironically, the language did remind him of his father. "Was that the status quo in your world?"

Raven

Raven stiffened slightly, looking off. He fell on a pause, still not turning to look over to Evan, gaze turning hard. "...No. Not exactly."

Evan Issac

"You certainly are wounded by our past encounter," Evan pointed out bluntly. "Tell me about us in your world, killer."

Raven

"Whatever..." He dismissed, but his gaze did eventually slide in the other's direction, taking him in, his own face shadowed only on the light of his cigarette. "We were. Roommates." He glanced away, as if indifferent. "Above a shop. Some comformist coffee place. What's there to tell?"

Evan Issac

"You tell me," Evan implored. He reached in the nightstand's nearby drawer and pulled out a pack of black-papered cigarettes. They were not as good as Djarum Blacks, but they were a cheap imitation with his name attached to them--something he had picked up at Beiber Fest at one of the gift shops. They were coffee flavored rather than cotton candy like the Gaga Sticks. "Sounds like a whole story."

Raven

Raven studied the other dully, in an edge of uncertain suspicion, as if not quite being certain on the other goth's motives. Eventually, not breaking his stiff gaze, he shrugged. "When I was nine I became Raven. Left Stanley behind and never went back." He shifted his gaze, staring out in front of him instead and taking another slow drag on his cigarette, as if thinking. "...I guess I've been Raven ever since. What's there to say. We hung out. We fought conformist assholes. Eventually you and me ended up with conformist jobs to try and pay for a place."

Evan Issac

Evan lit his cigarette with his cheap lighter and took a few puffs to get it going, listening to Raven as he spoke. "Wow, so you did not run away to your sunshine fairy tale," he commented, though his voice did not sound interested. "Selling out for a semblance of freedom. Yeah, sounds familiar," Evan decided. "Then you inexplicably ended up here?" He held Raven's gaze the entire time.

Raven

The boy seemed particularly annoyed at the "selling out for sunshine fairy tale bit," but shrugged regardless. "Pretty much. Yea." He seemed to hold on a frown, still as if on his own thoughts. "...it's different, isn't it. This hell hole. Like a rotting conformist prison, a world built in lies devoted to pop idol conformist and corporate culture. Even us, dancing just for the rapt audience to fall in line..." He paused, still looking off, studying the opposite wall and idly tapping ash off his cigarette. "...Henri seems to think we should be giving these other conformists, McCormick, Judas, Mole, some kind of chance. Some kind of...something. Like this hellhole has some worth."

Evan Issac

Evan took an exceptionally long drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke above his head. His attention turned to it, seeming more interested in the way the smoke moved than Stan's face. "Different? Everywhere is hell. Here, you're just on a shorter leash and it's more obvious." Evan digested that bit about Henrietta, taking another puff. "And what are your thoughts on that? Do you think Henrietta's being a slave to some kind of maternal instincts?"

Raven

He shrugged, "I think she's trying to....survive here. Or something." He stretched out on the bed slightly, staring blankly at the ceiling instead. "Kindergoth too seems pretty....into. That wedding."

Evan Issac

"Now that's just bullshit," Evan said very frankly. He put his mouth on his cigarette again. It really was amazing to be smoking something beside sugary garbage. "Are you going to get married?" he asked in a biting way.

Raven

He grinned, more on a dull, bitter note. "Marriage and relationships are for conformists."

Evan Issac

Now Evan's icy gaze connected with Stan's. "Therefore, Kindergoth is displaying characteristics that make her appear like one of the conformists. See how that logic works?"

Raven

His eyes shifted toward Evan's and he looked at him for a good moment. "....She says it's apart of her plan. Manipulate the lemmings to take over."

Evan Issac

"Sounds like a bullshit artist's fabrication to me," Evan offered before taking another drag of his cigarettes. "She's playing with fire. It's more likely she'll become one of them with that mentality."

Raven

Raven shrugged, glancing off again.. "Yea, well. Whatever. She said we had to do what we can to survive. Henri said something similar."

Evan Issac

"Surviving... Now that's a human instinct," Evan informed Raven. He tapped some ash lazily onto the floor. "Wouldn't you rather succumb to decay?"

Raven

He seemed to linger on a pause again, but the goth relaxed somewhat. As if more accustomed, used to this kind of discussion. Not like Hen's and his conversation. Not like the last few he'd been given. Even Kindergoth's promise of darkness seemed to involve so much giving into conforming, involve things that went against every instinct he had. "...So you don't think we should be changing?"

Evan Issac

The strangest thing happened to Evan. A soft, dark chortle actually left his mouth. He could not recollect the last time he did something that remotely resembled laughter. He shook his head, taking another drag from his cigarette before responding verbally. "No, I don't. Destroy yourself with dignity, Raven."

Raven

The boy frowned, stubbing his cigarette, finally, on the bedside table next to him, dark gaze settling again against Evan. He seemed to think on this for a second before turning his gaze again back to the ceiling and pushing his arms behind his head. "Yea....and make the conformists miserable."

Evan Issac

Evan's usual pokerface returned to him quickly. His gaze flitted towards Stan. "That's a tune we can both sing," he concurred, putting the cigarette to his lips again. "Someone has their priorities in order for once."

Raven

Again, this seemed along a completely different "tune" than Hen had been singing. Raven, still staring off against the ceiling dully, giving another disinterested shrug. "Is that how you've been living here?"

Evan Issac

Evan finished his cigarette, snuffing it out in the nearby ash tray. "I wouldn't say live. Exist. Waste time. Something less productive," he decided.

Raven

The goth nodded, as if in some form on understanding. "Yea. Sounds familair." He spoke dully and eventually turned over, idly grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniel's and bringing it onto the bed. "Basically like home."

Evan Issac

The smallest of smirks crept up onto Evan's lips. He rolled over onto his side, watching Stan with a bit more ease from this angle. "You found home with me, killer?"

Raven

"Raven." He said, on an automatic note, eyes narrowing slightly, "And what if I did." His voice was more dark as if preparing on a fight, or on the brink of a challenge.

Evan Issac

"It's endearing," Evan remarked in a sardonic sort of voice. "Tell me about 'your' Evan."

Raven

He twitched on a humoring, dark slight smile, untwisting the bottle in his hands. "He was apathetic. Knew how the world worked. And was a complete asshole."

Evan Issac

"So he did not differ from me much? Or would you disagree with that notion?" Evan inquired, continuing to watch Stan.

Raven

He shrugged. "I don't exactly know you yet, do I. But from what I can tell...all of you have...striking similarities."

Evan Issac

"Even Fuchsia?" Evan wondered idly. His version of Dylan had been completely different.

Raven

He snorted somewhat, giving still to that grin. "Well...no. Not really Dylan. He seems...different. Consorting with Judas, for one. And...less defensive, less..." He wasn't sure what the word was exactly. "....impulsive."

Evan Issac

"I had an inkling," Evan remarked. Even though Dylan was not what he had been expecting, there was something oddly satisfying about the teen not conforming to any other versions of himself. "Judas has nothing to offer."

Raven

"Judas is a wannabe cheerleader whore who would take it over the table from anyone." He said, just as dully, as if this was something on a statement of fact.

Evan Issac

"And would you play with him?" Evan asked, sounding bored despite being mildly interested in reality.

Raven

He gave something on a darker expression. "He would probably enjoy it. Judas is completely delusional. He believes I'm his born again lover, brain washed into not caring about him. Having trouble letting go of his loser conformist fag, "Stanely"."

Evan Issac

Evan could not dismiss those notions himself. There was something faint in those green eyes that seemed ridiculously familiar. He patted the bit of space on the twin-sized bed. "Here, killer. C'mere."

Raven

He glanced over, seemingly as if uncertain, on a hint of suspicious. "Why."

Evan Issac

"Because," Evan supplied unhelpfully. He patted the spot again.

Raven

Raven held a suspicious look, but eventually, he relented. Stepping off onto the space between their beds and setting the rum on the bedside table next to him, he stood for a second before, unimpressed, pulling himself onto the bed.

Evan Issac

"Now, I know you're not some dime store whore like Judas, but surely you have needs," Evan began, his hand creeping up to the hem of Raven's dark t-shirt. "Sound accurate?"

Raven

The boy snorted slightly. He seemed somewhat uncomfortable, looking to Evan, expression holding on dark. "Whatever. I get my needs met."

Evan Issac

Evan kept his stoic face but stared into Raven's eyes with no regard for any possible repercussions. "Do you? When was the last time?"

Raven

He studied the other on a good moment, expression remaining in the same stiffness. "Dylan. Back in my world." He replied, dully. "About two weeks ago."

Evan Issac

"Did we fuck each other's pain away?" Evan asked. His spindly fingers spidered their way underneath Raven's dark t-shirt, the tips touching Raven's flat stomach.

Raven

"...On occasion." He admitted, just as dully, holding his gaze and the boy tensed as Evan's fingers eventually moved beneath his shirt.

Evan Issac

"Tell me about the thoughts that went through your head," Evan implored, his fingers coaxingly continuing to caress Raven's skin. He kept staring at the other like he may have been waiting for a green light.

Raven

Raven didn't shove the other off of him, the goth making no movements one way or the other. He stared, dully, responding in a flat note. "...When we fucked? Why would you want to know that."

Evan Issac

"Curiosity," Evan supplied simply, continuing to state at Raven. He rested his hand on the boy's stomach underneath his shirt for the moment.

Raven

And Raven stared back, just as blankly, darkly. "....I don't know." He finally admitted, albeit it was a lie - not breaking his gaze either, still as if trying to decipher Evan's motives.

Evan Issac

"Do I have to test this somehow?" Evan wondered, his hand creeping up higher. He stopped on Raven's chest, fingertips idly circling the teen's right nipple from underneath his shirt. His gaze remained fixated on Raven.

Raven

He still didn't resist Evan's touch, but nor did he fall into it. His eyes fixating on the other boy, for his impression, not reacting beyond a short tension while Evan's finger flickered over his chest; gaze dull and unaffected as ever. "Why don't you try it." He eventually, perhaps on a final note, challenged darkly, still seemingly studying the older boy.

Evan Issac

Evan did not require an invitation engraved in stone. Incidentally, he usually just took what he wanted. He closed the space between their lips, not wasting any time as he nipped down on Raven's lower one, his eyes falling shut. His spindly fingers tweaked the boy's nipple.

Raven

Raven wasn't exactly the epitome of Stanley Marsh. At even the intrusion of their lips touching, he forced back, moving his head up to roughly catch Evan in on the kiss. He felt familair in the situation, and it showed, pushing back on some force and groaning in a growl into the other biting down at his lower lip, dark eyes shifting in to look on Evan's face. His reaction was clear despite the dullness in tone, even in the darker manner in which he took the older boy in, a hand slipping up the other's shirt to touch, grasping in on the older goth's colder skin.

Evan Issac

The jerky movements did not catch Evan off guard, but the roughness was a bit new to him. The sunshine he was accustomed to did not kiss like that, nor did he ever growl. Evan forced his tongue into Raven's mouth, his skin starting to heat up some against Raven's wandering hand. His own began to trail lower again, settling on the boy's hip.

Raven

The boy smiled instead of disgusted in the force Evan exhibited, allowing Evan's tongue to explore the inside of his mouth without question, nails digging in on the other's chest. Abruptly the goth attempted to shove the other off to the side of the bed while still against him as if a force of a simple game of dominence. Apparently one he, much unlike Stan, enjoyed to play.

Evan Issac

Evan's cold tongue stud flicked against Raven's tongue as the pair of them shared a heated kiss. The shove from the younger boy made Evan push back instinctively. Now he was making an effort at getting on top of Raven, hands reaching out to pin the boy's arms.

Raven

He didn't mind. In fact, he was used to this. The taste, the flavor and pinch on struggle; perhaps only one of the things in life that shot some form of feeling and interest, made him more than apathetic and distant. His eyes, dull and near on mirth, fixated still on the other, genuinely giving in on a taut grin as Evan pinned his arms down, looking up into the other's dark eyes. "So...Tell me. Do you play with Dylan like this?" He asked, still in a dark manner of taunting the other, as if unable to resist.

Evan Issac

Evan straddled on top of Raven's hips. He kept the other's arms pinned firmly, looking down at the other. The rogue grin on Raven's lips prompted a tiny smirk to show in turn on Evan's lips. "You never answered my questions about your thoughts, killer," he countered, squeezing onto Raven's wrists a bit roughly.

Raven

His exprssion seemed more amused on anything as he looked up at the other, studying him. Evan wanted to know about his thoughts? He grinned, not resisting on any measure as Evan stradled him, in fact seeming at this point quite relaxed in this game of cat and mouse. "You want my thoughts? What is it you're looking for, Evan. Do you want to be what's in my thoughts right now, Issac?"

Evan Issac

"You're painting me to be particularly narcissitic, Raven," Evan pointed out, looking down at the other with his cold gaze. Some of his own playfulness seemed to fade, his expression returning to its typical stoic nature. His hands released Raven's wrists and trailed down, lifting the other's shirt up to his chest. His eyes took in all the details of the other's abdomen, and he leaned down, running his tongue against Raven's navel, piercing cold against the boy's mostly smooth flesh. Evan noticed some scarring from old bullet wounds, and that confirmed everything he wanted to know.

Raven

He tilted his head, as if oddly placated by Evan's reaction, satisfied on some odd disturbing level, studying him in a cold distance. But as soon as Evan bent over the usual secret thrill ran through him, dark and dangerous, and on some level, he embraced the memory of each other time in his past, heat a flush in his mind.

If it were in all honesty he had no idea what Evan thought of him, pushing his buttons because he knew he could. He had no idea what kind of person Evan was looking for or the reality of what his own thoughts that sped in his own mind, captured and lost behind dark, promently chilled green eyes. His hands went to try and work the hem at the bottom of Evan's own shirt, tugging it up in some attempt to get the clothing off. He was okay in playing the sumbmissive for the moment, but he desperately wanted to know more. Not just the taste and feel and feeling, the pain that dulled the senses, but who Evan had become, who he was, what kind of person this Evan achieved even to be. In his world, that had been everything. And in his thoughts - it had usually been the other, even in his every day motivation. Raven was angry, typically, and it showed bitter and taunting in the cold gaze he offered to the opposing goth.

Evan Issac

The tugging on the back of his own shirt alerted Evan that Raven did not want to be alone in this level of nakedness. The odd thing was that Evan was not all that horny for once; the whole act had been a ploy to see underneath Raven's shirt to prove that this person was still Miss Stanley Sunshine. His body was there even if his mind was not. Evan straightened up, his tall frame looming over Raven's smaller one. He remained straddled on the boy's hips. "Have something to say?" Evan asked, his hands settling on Raven's to stop him from tugging his shirt completely off.

Raven

Raven's gaze flickered dark back up to Evan, tilting his head slightly on the dark of the room. He caught in on the other boy's expression, a frown slowly creasing his lips. "....What?" He asked, dully, gaze unwavering from the other goth.

Evan Issac

"Nothing." Evan rolled off of him and laid on his back. If Raven was not going to bother to talk, he was not going to put effort forward in playing with him. If the other came to him, then it would be a different story. But right now Evan was lacking ambition.

Raven

Raven lay there a second, looking as if on confused. He managed in silence for a few moments before finally speaking up, eyes on the ceiling. "....What was that." He turned his head, still dully, frowning at the other.

Evan Issac

Evan shut his eyes. He almost seemed tired at the moment. "Your wet dream," he answered in a sardonic fashion, not seeming to care about his stray dog at the moment.

Raven

He paused, still laying there. "You know what I mean." His voice held the same firm, dull note, eyes still focused on the other.

Evan Issac

"No, I don't. Why don't you waste some time elaborating for me?" Evan asked lazily. He turned away from the other and face the wall, resting on his side.

Raven

Raven continued to frown, laying there a second, studying the back of Evan's head on the darkness. "...What. You offended...?"

Evan Issac

"I'm tired," Evan supplied. The excuse was probably hard to believe since the goth wasted most of his time laying around in the dark and doing nothing. "Go bark at some conformists."

Raven

Raven continued looking at the other. It wasn't exactly difficult to figure that as a lie, but then it seemed like more of the point of it. "...Whatever." He eventually spoke, gruff, grudging. "Was it Dylan?"

Evan Issac

"Was what Fuchsia?" Evan asked, not bothering to give Raven a glance as he continued to lie there.

Raven

"Or is because I'm still "Sunshine"." He spoke, just as dully, not giving a direct answer; instead being rather blunt.

Evan Issac

"If you want attention, you're going to have to start humping my leg," Evan stated just as bluntly in return. "Like the dog you are, killer." He did not answer that question of Raven's directly.

Raven

"So it is." He spoke dryly, seeming on a tone of miffed, gaze narrowing at the cieling. "You're still thinking of him."

Evan Issac

"Come on, boy. Beg for me," Evan said in a biting and mocking way, still not truly acknowledging what Raven was saying about Stan.

Raven

"...You like him." He deadpanned, eventually, not seeming to be paying attention either on what Evan was trying to mock at him; voice blatant as his gaze remains, narrowed, at the cieling. "...Tell me. Do you love him?"

Evan Issac

Evan suddenly turned around. He actually pulled on Raven's shirt violently, bringing the other in close. "Love has been dead for a long time," he informed coldly, his stoic face actually turning dark.

Raven

Raven stared up, despite the abrupt change in the older goth, his own gaze remained fairly calm and dull; albeit it flickered in a hint of surpris. He held the other's expression on the dark, laying there. It would be impossible to miss the warning in Evan's eyes. "Dead?" He couldn't help himself, voice flat, "Is that so. Do you think he loved you?"

Evan Issac

This stray dog was out of line; he needed to be put down. Evan's hands griped tighter onto Raven's t-shirt. He was holding on so tight that his knuckles were turning white. It was rare to envoke any emotion in Evan. Right now, he was actually feeling alive with a terrible anger. He narrowed his eyes. "I said: Love. Is. Dead. You of all people know what that entails," he hissed. "Are you really insinatuing that I let my guard down for a sunshine fag?"

Raven

A sly smirk crept onto Raven's face, studying the other still, as if impressed, not bothering on raising his arms or fighting back from where he'd let them lay; gaze frigid. "I'm insinatuing you found true love. Do you see him in my face?"

Evan Issac

Evan was absolutely livid. He actually clenched his fist tight and hit Raven as hard as he could in the jaw. Then he shoved the other off of the bed. "Get out."

Raven

He'd been expecting the punch. And it came, leaving the taste of blood, thick, in his mouth. When he was shoved out of the bed, he fell to the ground with a thud, pushing himself to his feet like any fight with a wipe of his arm to the blood edging from the corner of his mouth. "You do. Don't you." He grinned on that in a show of red teeth, but his eyes were fairly dead and expressionless, standing on a slight hunch between his and Evan's bed.

Evan Issac

The fact that Raven was still here egged Evan on to a further extent. His body was rigid with tension and his hands were still clenched into tight fists. His cold blue eyes were shooting daggers into Raven's venemous green gaze. Evan honestly looked like he wanted to kill Raven at that point. "GET. OUT," he warned for the last time through gritted teeth.

Raven

Raven wasn't moving. In fact, that just seemed to push on his amusement, a dribble of blood spilling thickly on his chin as he laughed, a soft, vulgar kind of sound. "Oh? You want me out, Issac? What happened. Missing your little gay boyfriend? Tell me, what was he like in bed?"

Evan Issac

"I don't have boyfriends! EVER!" Evan snapped, rising from the bed. His height may have been somewhat intimidating, but he was horribly thin and lacked muscle. "I don't believe in those monogamous, fag fairy tales," he growled, shoving Raven as hard as he could. He was making an effort at pushing him out the front door.

Raven

Raven didn't just up and let him push him out. On the first few shoves, he was already throwing his own punch in a flash, straight up to Evan's jaw with a surprisingly strong force on anger.

Evan Issac

Now Evan was bleeding again when Raven's metal knuckles connected with his flesh yet again. He knew he did not have enough muscle to make the other leave, but he wanted him out so badly. Head reeling from the pain, he glared darkly at Raven. "Out," he ordered curtly again, giving the teen another rough shove.

Raven

Raven stood there on a heated breath, the anger vivid, clear, for the first time on his gaze, in his stance, reeling in every motion. "No, fuck you." He bit, abruptly, shoving Evan back as if on a heated second, and shoving hard. "You think this is easy? Getting tossed from one of you to the other like some kind of yesterday's left overs?" He shoved again, just as hard, the anger spiking against those eyes, almost on a childish, but venomous demeanor, blood spraying slightly as he talked. "You're little sunshine fag is gone you motherfucker. He's gone and you have to deal with that."

Evan Issac

Evan flinched with the other's harsh pushes. Nobody usually defied him to such an extent (perhaps Georgie, though that was different. Evan never usually became so livid with rage). Some of the blood from Raven's mouth splashed onto his pale skin. He kept glaring at Raven like he wanted the other to drop dead. Then he made an attempt at retreat, walking past the boy and heading for the door. Evan kept silent.

Raven

"What, are you going to run from me? Seriously?" Raven bit, barking after the boy as he pushed passed him, throwing his arms against the air. "Are you scared, Evan?"

Evan Issac

"Fuck off," Evan ordered, opening the door and not acknowledging the latter question.

Raven

A scowl went deep on Raven's face, and he pushed off, following and tailing after the other boy.

Evan Issac

Evan stopped abruptly at the door. He turned around sharply and glared at Raven. "Don't follow me," he implored in a firm and bitter voice.

Raven

Raven stopped, stubbornly, standing not too far from the other goth. He glared up at him. "Why? Can't handle being around me?"

Evan Issac

"When I tell you to fuck off, it means that I want to be left alone," Evan reminded, glaring down at Raven.

Raven

Raven continued to glare at Evan, looking fairly heated and stuborn, holding his eyes to the other goth's for a good moment intensely. After the second, eventually, he turned the burning look away. "....Yea. Yea, fine." He turned around, "Go out and cry over your fairy tale prince, Issac."

Evan Issac

The remark was not what Evan needed to hear right now. Even though Raven had his back turned, it did not stop Evan from punching Raven in the back of the head as hard as he could manage. He was hoping the other would go down and lose consciousness despite hope being dead. Misfortune and misery were all Evan could count on.

Raven

He went down. In a flash, head crashing on the floor and blood still filling in his mouth, spraying the carpet. Raven gave a scowl, somewhere between a growl and a grunt as he shifted somewhat, disoriented on an attempt to recover from the sudden blow. He laughed, weakly, something fairly soft, despite this, not looking up as he attempted to push on both arms gingerly against the ground. "What's the matter...? Too heartbroken to try and move on, Issac?" He turned a fierce green eye on Evan's from the floor, back still to the other; smirking bitterly. "Maybe we can mess around again and I can pretend to be him."

Evan Issac

Evan wished he could have hit harder, still in a white-hot fury. He was actually so angry that his body was beginning to tremble slightly. He could hardly remember a time where he felt like this. It was likely before Evan gave up on life. He was completely uncomfortable. "You just love hearing yourself yap and yap, don't you, killer?" Evan kicked Raven in the side, not wanting the other to get up from the floor. "Wake up and smell the coffee: I don't believe in fairy tales. The end."

Raven

"Hahah..." He was actually laughing, chuckling in against the rug even as Evan's boot connected to his side. "Oh...oh, yes, and that's exactly why you're so livid." He grinned, breathing out the words in pained, knowing demeanor.

Evan Issac

"Shut the fuck up," Evan ordered, drawing his lighter out of his pocket. He opened it and lit it, letting the flame and the metal around it heat up. He edged Raven over onto his back with his boot before plopping down on the floor, landing on top of Raven. He pinned one of the boy's hands. It may have been somewhat familiar, but Evan had no sexual intentions this time around. After the flame went out, Evan made an attempt at pressing the hot metal against Raven's wrist, wanting to make a small burn.

Raven

Raven actually broke into a fit of laugher, ranging in giggles as Evan's lighter burned against the front of his wrist, "You actually think that hurts me, fucker? Is that really the best you can do...?" He laughed again, even as the burn disolved into his skin.

Evan Issac

"You want to get set on fire?" Evan growled darkly. Despite the threat, Evan dropped the lighter. He had received far too many cigarette burns in the past from his father to actually want to carry through with the idea. His hands settled over Raven's throat. "Maybe I should just fucking strangle you so you'll never yap again."

Raven

He bit in a grin, looking up as if daring on Evan's eyes. "Why? Sick of your sunshine fairytale mutt already, Evan...?"

Evan Issac

There was no part of this that Evan liked. He never had lost so much control before. Usually, he was the one that got deep underneath people's skin. He was always too apathetic to become so enraged, but Raven kept poking the bear. Evan swallowed some, tasting his own blood thanks to Raven's punch. His hands squeezed around Raven's throat, wanting to wipe that smile right off the other's face. "I'm just putting down a stray," he claimed darkly as he trembled some.

Raven

Raven, for his part, didn't resist. The instant the breath left him, he kept his gaze against Evan's, as if still challenging, taunting. As if seeing him through this to the end. On reaction, a hand worked up to grab Evan's wrist, but he didn't remove his gaze, nor did it change aside from growing somewhat distant, despite the continuing and rapidly sufficating loss in air beneath his throat or the split in vision that began to appear in his gaze.

Evan Issac

Evan hated everything about that gaze of Raven's. The fact that he was challenging Evan through it all only added to his fury. He could not take the other's taunting any longer. He had been pushed too far. Despite the hand on his wrist, he continued to squeeze Raven's throat. Evan's piercing blue eyes were full of hate. It was as if he wanted to see the light leave Raven's eyes.

Josh Myers

Storming into the room, Josh swung the front door open, instantly lunging forward to break up the fight. He shoved Evan with unexpected furosity, pushing him into the wall despite the obvious differences in size and strength. With a twisted smile, he asked almost gently, "Just what do you think you're doing, Evan Issac?"

Raven

If Raven was going to die - it was going to be by Evan's hands. It was something he decided in that moment. He wasn't afraid of death. And in the instant, it felt somehow right, guiding the other, his mentor, his friend, everything he'd ever wanted to be, to his own murder. As if there was some kind of sick accomplishment laden somewhere against it for the other. As if Evan somehow got something out of all of this. His life had been Evan's to own for a long time, and despite his taunts and rises he got, despite what he might say he would always be loyal, when it mattered, to the very end. His breath left him, and the panic began pressing in at the base of his skull; ears ringing on the instinctive need for oxygen, his grip on Evan's wrist whiteknuckled and shaking but the control in his body's reaction, on his own dim gaze, seeming absolute. He continued on a smirk as if simply knowing, still deluded and filled in his own beliefs this was what it was - his life to Evan, that this was okay, before abruptly it all stopped.

He'd expected to slip into unconsciousness. Instead, he lay there, gasping hoarsely, coughing dry and long, blood spattering slightly into the air.

Evan Issac

The sudden lunge was not what Evan had been expecting at all. He was completely taken by surprise and now under Josh's grasp. His face was still contorted with rage. "Taking out the stray..." Evan managed to say, not needing Josh right now. Or so he thought. His body trembled more underneath the other boy. "Out. Get out of my way," he demanded, sanity seeming to be lost at the moment. That taunting smirk of Raven's was engraved in his mind, haunting him. Evan still felt a blood lust--a need to erase that smirk.

Josh Myers

Josh shoved Evan again to hold him in place against the wall, though with the gesture, he noticed the slight trembling in his hands. He felt as though he were in the middle of a dog fight, with two aggressive and trained fighters, one laying in defeat on the floor. Stan, or, well, Raven, looked fairly pathetic, and Myers wished he had his camera. He shook his head of distracting thoughts and leaned forward to whisper into Evan's ear, grip still holding the collar of his shirt. "No, Evan. Down boy! This is our good chum that we are dealing with here. The Raven that makes your blood boil is the same Stan that we've been living with for the past few months. Now then, if you would please, I command you to stand down."

Evan Issac

The fact that Evan himself was now being treated like a dog added insult to injury. It pained him, especially after all the dog quips he made towards Raven. "Fuck off, Lecter!" Evan cried. "I don't care who he is! Get out of my face and mind your own business for once in your fucking life!" he snarled, not wanting to cooperate one bit. The anger and adrenaline were still coursing through his veins. Evan made an attempt at pushing Josh off, though he would likely be unsuccessful at this point. He spent a lot of hate on Raven already, and his body still quivered some with that human reaction of fear.

Raven

His head was still ringing. Far too much for him to catch any conversation between Josh and Evan or even properly become aware that Josh had even entered into the game. When he did, he managed to deafly attempt to push himself on his hands and knees, still the goth making ravaged, dry coughing and gasping noises, head spinning on its top. He didn't interviene, but then it wasn't as if the boy was on any position to do so regardless.

Josh Myers

After some intense thinking, Myers found that the best solution to the dilemma at hand was to smack Evan across the face, wanting nothing more than to knock some sense into the older boy. "Settle down, Evan. Your business is mine," he rolled his eyes, patting Evan's cheek where he had made contact with his palm. A few 'shhh's escaped from between his teeth before he turned and smiled at Raven. "Would you mind digging underneath my bed for a bottle of rum? That might be an adequate pacifier."

Evan Issac

The manner in which Josh treated Evan humilated him further. He continued to glare at the other, extending a hand and swating at Josh's consoling one. "Just get him the fuck out of here," Evan implored through gritted teeth, wanting Raven to be gone in some sense. The concept of drowning himself in copious amounts of alcohol was highly appealing. Evan wanted to be away from all this rage. He would much rather be in a drunken stupor. That was at least familiar. This was insanity.

Raven

Disoriented, Raven looked up under a curtain on mussed, wild hair, eyes torn both dark and confused. "--What...? What the fuck are you doing here." He was still on all fours, a hand instinctive on the area of his throat, now red; still appearing somewhat lost.

Josh Myers

Somewhat obediantly, Josh backed away with his hands held up in a cautious, ready-to-hit-back-if-provoked manner. When all was safe and it was okay to turn his head away, he did so, only then returning his gaze back to Raven. He really did look like a lost little stray. Oh, how Josh wanted to capture this moment on camera. One hand took hold of the loosely flowing door; the other directed Raven outside, where CC the cat had remained throughout the whole ordeal, panicked and growling. "If you want my protection, I suggest you leave, while Evan isn't on the verge of killing you."

Raven

"Your...protection?" He rasped, looking on a second as if Josh was insane. And then there was that smirk again. "I don't need your protection." The boy, staggering slightly, pushed himself up, shaking, to his feet, leaning at the frame of the door for support. Blood matted down his jaw line, teeth still painted in red, jaw swelling and the imprints of Evan's hands still at his neck. Despite this, he smiled slightly.

Evan Issac

Evan stared at the scene for a few moments. While Raven may have appeared particualrly pathetic for a fraction of a second, the smirk came as quick as it had gone. "Out! NOW!" Evan snapped, picking his lighter up from the ground and chucking it at Raven's head. In this volatile state, the smirk sent him into that white-hot fury again.

Raven

His gaze, as if lazy, drug over to Evan and finally the smirk did vanish. He seemed more on anger though than anything, a dark glint even as, useless, the lighter hit off of him. "Or what? Going to kill me, Issac?" He rasped, "Maybe I can join your faggot boyfriend in hell, huh?"

Josh Myers

Josh immediately "pulled Stan to safety," as he would put it, shocked and borderline terrified of the sudden outburst coming from Evan. "Out, out, out, out, out, out, now, get out now, out, out, out," he slammed the door after Marsh, only to open it once again in the seconds that followed, "and here, take this toilet paper. Clean yourself up, you fool."

Evan Issac

The taunting from Raven was ringing in Evan's ears. He could not stand it any longer. Honestly, it was a relief to have that anathema out of his sight. He was thankful for Josh in a way he could not appreciate yet. Evan collapsed onto his bed, burying his face into his pillow as he resisted the powerful urge to scream. He just had to find his mind and apathy again.

Raven

Raven seemed to want to bite back on a retort as Josh shoved him out the door; the boy stumbling and catching to a handrail on the short stone steps to keep balance. His expression was dark, somewhat livid even as Myers opened the door again and tossed the toliet paper in his direction. He sneered on a scowl, but wasn't given a chance to respond, instead, after the door shut in his face, sinking to the ground, glaring cold at the door.

Josh Myers

Satisfied with witnessing Evan at such a weak point, Josh felt it was finally safe to duck underneath the bed he had neglected all weak in order to find the special-occasion rum. He flicked the lock on the doorknob, and tossed the bottle at Evan, a bit baffled that he was performing an act of such kindness, or doing anything for Evan for that matter. In a way, this was for everyone, as Josh had made it his duty to keep the dorm in order. Which it was not. Instead of asking for permission to stay, in case Evan wanted complete solitude, he began picking up this and that off of the floor.

Evan Issac

Evan did not mind Josh's presence in the slightest now. As long as Raven was gone, he could make some kind of attempt at collecting the shards of his sanity. Or he could drink himself into oblivion. Either way, Evan tried to actually believe he would come out 'okay' in the end, as conformist as that was. He greatly desired to not feel anything. Taking the bone he was thrown, Evan opened the bottle of rum, beginning to nurse it desperately while laying on his side.

Josh Myers

Now was not a time to speak, something that Josh easily recognized. He hoped to contribute a form of 'white noise' by flipping the boombox by the side of his bed on, letting it play the static of a pointless radio station. He, too, laid on the surface of his bed, watching the ceiling, just to stick around and keep an eye on Evan for once.

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[AIM convo] Eric Cartman and Raven (Stan Marsh)

Summary: Cartman IMs Raven for a small discussion into how he's been acting recently

Takes Place: Tuesday, August 14th, evening

　

Eric Cartman

Alright so what's your thing. Why did you finally accept your trash and resume your "Raven" identity (Aka your real one)?

Raven

oh, it's fatboy. I'm surprised I haven't heard from you earlier with how much Judas has been clinging to me.

why did I "accept" and "resume"? ...I gave you far too much credit, it looks like.

I didn't accept anything, fat boy. This is who I am

Eric Cartman

I already know that dipshit, that's why I said "your real identity".

And gave me too much credit for what? Predicting you'd end up just like Evan and Gothbro?

well it happened, so I guess you gave credit where credit was due.

Raven

oh you are just dumb as shit, aren't you

I came from a different world, genius

I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about, and I don't honestly care that much

Eric Cartman

I'm a fucking genius if you've ended up this way.

Listen to you, god it feels great to be right.

Raven

hah, wow. Look at you.

I've been this way since I was nine

I've been "just like Evan and gothbro" since I was nine. Haven't hung out with your sorry ass in that long either

Eric Cartman

I bet Kyle's having a fucking field day with how fucking ridiculous you are.

Well you've always been ridiculous, but now you're just STEAMING with it.

Raven

that delusional shit? yea, he's having a field day alright.

Eric Cartman

God you're the worst human being I have ever met, seriously.

This is so fucking hilarious.

Raven

yea, it's mutual

Eric Cartman

See, this is where its weird. Because you have NO reason whatsoever to think I'm the worst human alive.

I haven't done SHIT to you.

Raven

worst human? I don't care about that, you pathetic shit. I don't even know you

stupid, dumb, yea. I think I can see that

Eric Cartman

See! And yet you still act this way!

You're seriously illogical!

Raven

oh I'm illogical. alright, fat boy, I'll bite

Eric Cartman

Your existence and Wheemo hatred makes no sense whatsoever and has no ground.

And you just proved it by agreeing with me. Jesus, what does Kyle see in you, SERIOUSLY.

He clearly needs a lobotomy.

Raven

of course it does. life is pain. I don't need a reason to dislike you or any conformist shit here

I wouldn't know

he misses his prince charming

Raven

and seems too desperate to cling to his fucking disney lies

hasn't had a hard time replacing him though

him and Testaburger are certainly close

Eric Cartman

Replacing what? Jesus Christ dude, you make no sense whatsoever.

Raven

his boyfriend, stanley

don't tell me you didn't know?

Eric Cartman

One would think Kyle's IQ would lower just talking t- I think I get it now.

I think I know why he agreed to date you.

Raven

agreed. to date me?

Eric Cartman

Just TALKING to you makes me feel stupid. THATS why he probably agreed!

Raven

he isn't dating me you fat fuck

Eric Cartman

Whatever!

You, Raven, Stan,

Fuckface, thats what I'll call you

Raven

and the feeling's mutual, trust me. the longer I talk with you, the more conformist loser idiocy rubs off

you want judas? go and get him. before some other conformist slut grabs a hold of him

Eric Cartman

Mannnn I am saving all this shit. Hopefully you just stay this way and don't go back.

Raven

"go back?"

trust me. I am not going. anywhere.

Eric Cartman

Lord knows why Kyle still holds out for you, this is who you really are.

Raven

no shit dumbass

Eric Cartman

I've always known it.

You're a whiny, selfish, moronic, backwards, emo dipshit.

And you've never changed.

Raven

hah. Whatever. You really think I care about what someone like you thinks

Raven

I don't. You and judas could burn alive and it's just another night time fire to me, fat boy

Eric Cartman

Exactly. I've always known it, so this is totally fine.

Raven

are you really comparing me to the conformist loser here before

Eric Cartman

NEWSFLASH: You're all the same person!

And now I know there's no real competition here. I can take you out easy.

Raven

take me out? competition? what the fuck are you talking about

Eric Cartman

Oh you'll see~~~

Raven

hah. yea. sure, whatever.

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[3rd Short] Kenny, Henrietta, Kyle and Raven (Stan)

Summary: During the evening, Kenny and Hen invite Kyle to smoke up for the first time and the three hang out peacefully. At least until Raven comes to crash their party.

Takes Place: Saturday, August 11th, early evening

　

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle picks up a rock and skips it across the moonlit waters of Stark's Pond, waiting on his friends to get there with the goods that he would apparently be partaking in tonight. Hopefully.*

kenny mccormick

*Shows up all fashionably late, looking around before waving at Kyle* Sup, dude?

henrietta biggle

*shuffles awkwardly down the road with a bag knocking against her legs. She stops at the foot of the water's edge and wipes a bead of sweat from her neck* Ugh. Summers are disgusting.

Kyle Broflovski

*gets up, dusting the grass off his jeans* Hey Kenny! Not much tonight other than, well, this. *grins*

kenny mccormick

*grins at both of them before lifting an eyebrow at Hen* Winter's worse, man, stuck inside. *starts digging through his pockets* So guys I got the hook up in Denver it was pretty sweet

Kyle Broflovski

*blinks curiously, eyeing Kenny's pockets and then the bag that Henrietta has*

henrietta biggle

I, uh, did too. *completely forgets about formal greetings* Do you want to compare stock, because I doubt what I have is any better.

kenny mccormick

Man not like Kyle's gonna know the diff but yeah what'd you get? *pulls out a baggie with some buds, and the new pipe he got with it*

Kyle Broflovski

*scrunches up his nose a bit, glaring at Kenny in spite of the truth of his observation*

kenny mccormick

*just shoots him a grin, unperturbed*

henrietta biggle

There were a few with obscure names that I am yet to give a shot... You're less of a Scrooge, though. *lets her bag plop on the ground gently and puts her hands on her hips* It better be good.

Kyle Broflovski

*grins back after a moment or two* Ugh, yeah, dude. Kenny's right. I don't give a fuck. I just...wanna relax tonight.

kenny mccormick

Some Northern Lights, some Crimea Blue... Some shit I've never seen, but smells fucking amazing. *peers into his bags before shrugging again* Let's try that shit, might as well pop Kyle's cherry nice and good, yeah? *winks at him before nodding towards the waterline* I wanna sit my ass down though

henrietta biggle

*makes a hearty raspberry noise* Pop his cherry? Wow, what great terminology.

Kyle Broflovski

Ever the image of inappropriacy, my friend... *chuckling, Kyle follows Kenny to the edge of the pond*

henrietta biggle

*shrugs, follows, and proceeds to stand beside them*

kenny mccormick

First time with weed's a big deal, dudes, it's like, a whole life event and shit. Just saying. *plops down onto the ground and starts packing his pipe, tilting it back and forth to examine before graciously offering Hen the first hit*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle gulps a bit and shrugs* I dunno. It doesn't seem like that big of a deal to me... *But in all actuality, it is. He just doesn't wanna show it.*

henrietta biggle

Hah, Kenny, don't scare the poor guy. Kyle's on the brink of nervous shaking. *lighter ready, she gratefully accepts and inhales the most potent hit*

Kyle Broflovski

No I'm not! *crosses his arms* I'm fine.

kenny mccormick

*grins, lazily, and waves his hand for the pipe*

henrietta biggle

*hands it over with some hesitation* You don't have to prove anything or try and act totally cool and in control, Kyle. You shouldn't have to care about our opinions. I mean, really, what's the point?

Kyle Broflovski

*watches both of them intently as he finally takes a seat as well, next to Kenny* I don't. I'm not! I'm just...ugh....I dunno... *a soft laugh* I guess I am, a bit. So much is /out/ of my control in this place. It's nice to have a little bit of authority over myself, you know? Or at least pretend I do... *sighs, still watching Kenny*

kenny mccormick

*lifts eyebrow, pausing for a second* Then dude dunno if mind-altering drugs is really the like, lifepath for you and shit, right? Clear minds or whatever? *doesn't really wait for a response before lighting up, leaning forward so Kyle can see how to do it and taking a long hit*

henrietta biggle

We're not here to pave the concrete for a lifepath, Ken. *shrugs, kicking her Mary Janes (the shoes not the drug) off and over with her bag on the ground. Freedom at last.*

kenny mccormick

I'm a certified fucking life path contractor man got my whole electrician liscense and shit. *hands Kyle the pipe carefully before waving a hand around in a vague circle, demonstratively.*

henrietta biggle

*laughs into the back of her hand and quickly shuts up to watch*

Kyle Broflovski

*gets a stern face, holding the pipe gingerly* Yeah, I definitely want this. Everything else I've done so far just wears me out - alcohol, relatinships and bullshit..and I won't know if I even like it unless I try it, so... *with another soft sigh, Kyle holds the pipe to his lips, mirroring Kenny's actions as he takes his first hit, holding it in has he passes the pipe back to Henrietta*

henrietta biggle

I hope you know what you're doing. *Hen speaks with mild skepticism and a raised eyebrow, refusing to do anything but hold the pipe as Kyle makes his first attempt*

kenny mccormick

Man, who really knows what they're doing, really? *flops backwards, shaking his head*

Kyle Broflovski

*blows smoke into the sky, only coughing a little bit* I try, Henrietta. That's the best I can do.

henrietta biggle

*nods in approval, which is very rare for a Goth, and holds the pipe up as she takes another hit. Watching the smoke float away into the air, she notices the sun setting. Hello, poetic opportunities.* Here, Kenny. Do you have any smartass comments for that? *places the pipe in his hand*

kenny mccormick

Nope! *grins, half sitting up and taking a second hit very intently. After a second, he blows out the smoke in a thin stream* Sounds like a good fucking idea, for real.

Kyle Broflovski

*smiles, also taking a moment to enjoy the colors that the setting sun is painting along the skyline*

henrietta biggle

*stands with her bare feet touching the nasty pond water, arms crossed*

kenny mccormick

*eyes Kyle for a second before glancing back down into the pipe and waving it at him* Here, dude, want the last of it?

Kyle Broflovski

*shrugs a bit* Sure. *and takes the pipe from Kenny to finish it off*

henrietta biggle

I feel... like plunging... face first into this water.

kenny mccormick

In a... like, taking a swim way or what?

Kyle Broflovski

*starts to say that's a bad idea, but for some reason it actually sounds like a really /good/ idea* Swim way! *Kyle agrees*

henrietta biggle

More like, to drown. Metaphorically. Or. *smiles*

Kyle Broflovski

*gives the pipe back to Kenny since Henrietta seems preoccupied*

kenny mccormick

*just blinks really slowly before glancing at Kyle and back, sitting up.* Man drowning metaphors are the fucking dumbest shit, dude, not how it actually feels at all. *just shakes head and puts pipe aside for now*

henrietta biggle

What does it feel like then, oh, master of death?

Kyle Broflovski

*tilts head thoughtfully* Yeah.

kenny mccormick

About as shitty as falling but not nearly as shitty as fire. Unless it's the lots of smoke kind of fire. Hahah. But it's a fuck of a lot messier than like, poems about sinking and shit are some bullshit right there. *shakes his head again, this time at the poor ignorance of dudes who write books about shit*

Kyle Broflovski

But what if it's different for Henrietta than it is for you? *is thinking about the multiple times he's died at SPRC when they had curses*

kenny mccormick

Well fuck yeah it'd be different she'd be dead *snorts before tilting his head and lifting a brow at Henrietta* Would still suck though dude don't buy that bullshit about painless and happy

henrietta biggle

Yeah... Painless and happy, though, it never even occured. Drowning sounds miserable. *turns and realizes the pipe sharing is done. Oh.* You know in those Friday the Thirteenth movies how Jason died in a lake? I was under the suspicion that a boy had drowned in Stark's Pond. *picks up a rock and chucks it in the water* Another one of those what if questions. Hypothetical bullshit. It was a cool concept as a kid, though.

kenny mccormick

What like a dude we knew or just some random kid? 'Cause I'd totally buy that.

Kyle Broflovski

Yeah, I was just thinking that it's totally possible some kid could have really drowned in there.. *gestures to the dark waters reflecting the last fading pinks of the sunset*

henrietta biggle

Yes, some random child. I will use "it's South Park" as my justification that anything is possible here, no matter what universe. We might be able to see him if we stay out here late.

kenny mccormick

Man like a spooky ghost? Dude, fuck ghosts, those guys are assholes. *flops back onto the grass, looking up at the sky and blinking slowly* Fucking all. Unfinished business, woooo~~ or whatever the fuck.

henrietta biggle

Ghosts can be useful... All you really need to know is how to communicate with them. *trails off in thought, stepping backwards into dry land. Just barely misses tripping over Kenny*

Kyle Broflovski

*scoffs* Ghosts aren't useful, they're annoying... *nods at Kenny* Remember that time Ike was possessed by Michael Jackson's ghost? Fucking. Asshole. *laughs softly*

henrietta biggle

... What?

kenny mccormick

Oh yeah, dude, fuck Michael Jackson. Christ, that guy's a cock. Cock alive, cock dead, whatever. *sort of shifts over an inch to get out of Hen's way, doesn't really manage to do it in any way that's helpful* How do you communicate with ghosts then dude, cuz we've had the worst luck with them.

Kyle Broflovski

*just laughs even harder at Kenny's repetitive use of the word 'cock'*

kenny mccormick

*snorts*

henrietta biggle

*laughs into her sleeve before finally sitting crosslegged on the ground* They're not douchebags if you present a Ouiji board and preferably some kind of sacrifice. *isn't being serious at all, rocking back and forth*

kenny mccormick

*actually lifts himself up onto one arm to look at Hen, eyebrows way up* Man no fuck that that's some dangerous ass shit. *flops back down suddenly* Though for real ghosts suck.

Kyle Broflovski

*lays back onto the grass so he can stare up at the sky, hands together at the back of his head* Sacrifice? You mean like, some small innocent critter or something?

henrietta biggle

*pinches the bridge of her nose* No. Kenny, can you refill the pipe, I only got about two hits.

kenny mccormick

*jerks back up into a sitting position, nodding* Yup. Yup definitely not nearly high enough. *pulls out his bag and starts repacking the pipe, carefully, before handing it over* Dude Kyle no you can't fucking sacrifice animals that's like, asking for fucking monsters and shit to come out of your candle circle or whatever the fuck.

Kyle Broflovski

*blinks and watches Kenny* I feel pretty good, guys. Not much different, but good! Haha...

*in response to Kenny's comment* Oh God, really? That sounds terrifying. *grins*

kenny mccormick

*gives Kyle a long look before laughing a little, sitting up vaugely straighter and shaking his head* Yup. So don't fucking kill any cats and leave them on altars and shit man, bad news.

henrietta biggle

Why would a ghost want a dead animal anyway? *lights up appreciatively*

kenny mccormick

Exactly, dude, eactly.

henrietta biggle

Especially a vegetarian ghost. *offers the pipe to Kyle next, using it to poke him in the arm*

Kyle Broflovski

Hm? *notices the pipe and takes it gladly, dragging a bit too much this time and accidentally sending himself in a coughing fit. he sits the pipe down on the ground next to him as he tries to catch his breath*

*into

*sets...

kenny mccormick

*sniggers at Kyle a little bit before picking up the pipe and taking a hit himself* Calm down there, dude, jesus. Don't need any fucking ashma attacks and shit tonight.

Kyle Broflovski

No, no--*cough*--it's fine, dude, re--*cough*......really... *gives Kenny a half-hearted grin*

henrietta biggle

*crawls over to her bag to fetch /the munchies/, and a bottle of Jack.* This might help.

kenny mccormick

*grins hugely* Oh, shit, girl, you totally. You have my fucking eternal gratitude and shit, fucking brilliant ass as fuck.

Kyle Broflovski

*laughs once his coughing dies down a bit and crawls his way over next to Henrietta* Yeah, dude, awesome! I was just thinking I could use a drink... *clears his throat a bit*

henrietta biggle

*dumps the contents of her bag between them, allowing them to pick out of total Gothic generosity* Can't leave unprepared.

kenny mccormick

Yup, totally fucking brilliant. *snatches up the Jack and uncaps it, taking a long swig before wiping off the mouth with his shirt and passing it along* Thanks Henny, for real.

Kyle Broflovski

*takes the bottle next and swigs it, only scrunching up his face a little bit* Damn dude. I don't even know if I've ever drank straight whisky before either...hah. *holds it out for Henrietta*

henrietta biggle

Your loss, Kyle. *also takes a swig and sighs. Her hands fumble around in the dark to find a lighter and the candles that probably rolled into the grass.* Oh! *finally finds them and illuminates the area* Alright, candles are a must too, if we're going to be out in the dark.

kenny mccormick

Candles and whiskey, this's like back home all over again, man. Sweetass. *still flopped out unattractively across the grass, looking up at the sky*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle smiles happily, eyeing the candles' glittering flames and feeling relatively at ease, just like he'd hoped he would*

henrietta biggle

*leans backwards until she has completely sunken into the grass, also laying about as gracelessly as Kenny. Henri hogs the rest of the pipe while the others are preoccupied*

kenny mccormick

Ok. Dudes. Like. *trails off for a second before reaching over and snatching the Jack back up again, taking another long swig and sinking back down.*

henrietta biggle

*snaps her fingers* Ground control to Major Space Cadet.

kenny mccormick

What?

henrietta biggle

*rolls over laughing, high, and content*

kenny mccormick

*twists his head to grin brightly at her, having no real idea of why that was funny but happy it was nonetheless*

Kyle Broflovski

*chuckling, Kyle leans over Kenny and snatches the bottle back from him. He tries to match his friend's swig, but fails almost instantly because it's fucking straight ass whisky and because it's Kyle, for god's sake* Fuck..dude... *passes the bottle promptly back to Kenny*

kenny mccormick

*laughs at Kyle* Slower, man, slower and, just, enjoy it. *winks, then starts laughing again at his own innuendo*

henrietta biggle

You're so bad at this. Ahah. Ha. There might be something from my bag that is more suited for someone like you. *tosses a rock in the direction of Kenny's torso, or arm, or something. Too dark to see.* Wow, did you really just say that.

Kyle Broflovski

Uhh, right... *grins back at Kenny before looking around* Where's the pipe? M'not high enough, I don't think...

kenny mccormick

I say a lot of things haha just ignooore me, dudes, easier. *sits back up, ignoring the rock while too busy being suddenly concerned that he's lost his only pipe in this whole world* shit man where is it?

Raven

Oh. Great. It's the whore and his cock begrade. *Raven parts against the bushes, looking dully down at the pair until his eyes move slowly to Henrietta, lingering on her for a second before simply pulling a pack of cigerettes from his pocket.* Henri. What a surprise. Having fun. *the boy's voice is flat as he speaks, eyes steely on the goth girl as he stands there.*

henrietta biggle

Hiiii. *replies very uncharacteristically, handing the pipe back to Kyle as she sits up.*

Raven

*raises a dull brow as he sticks a cigerette in his mouth.*

kenny mccormick

*doesn't bother to sit up, just looking back and forth between Hen and Stan a few times, curiously*

Kyle Broflovski

Hey Stan. Come to try and kill my buzz, have you? *takes the pipe graciously and minds the size of the hit he takes from it this time*

Raven

Hanging out with cockslut conformists are we, Hen? Sorry. *voice still flat, dull* I wasn't aware that's how we do things here. *glances to Kyle, face expressionless.* Having fun with your fatass new boyfriend, are we? I hear he's trying to put you on a leash, Broflovski.

Kyle Broflovski

I have no fucking idea what you're talking about. *blows out smoke in a thin stream* You're my boyfriend, not Cartman. *chuckles and passes the pipe along to whoever wants the next hit*

kenny mccormick

*takes the pipe without looking and half sits up to take another deep hit, still watching the conversation quietly*

Raven

*face hardens, eyes staring down at the other boy.* Oh? You think so.

henrietta biggle

*mimics Stan's dull brow for the sake of one-upsmanship.* Ugh, Stan.

kenny mccormick

*snickers* Dude you want some weed?

Raven

*glances at Hen* Huh. What a surprise. Here I thought I was the one that left you behind. But look at this. McCormick's weed enough for you to sell out to these conformist whores, Henrietta?

henrietta biggle

Hey, I don't need your opinion, Raven. It's a nonconformist ideology to not give a fuck. *very prepared to stand up for herself and "these conformist whores."* They're not that bad, alright? If you can't respect that, then, um, *begins to chuckle without a viable reason* Ugh. Go jump in the pond.

kenny mccormick

*snickering again, offering the pipe back to Henrietta and looking up at Stan again* Pond jumping is super nonconformist dude you better do it before somebody jumps you and puts a Britney Spears song on your ipod.

Kyle Broflovski

*chuckles along with Henrietta, both proud and impressed that she seems to actually be enjoying hanging out with him and Kenny...then he hears Kenny's comment and just lays back on the grass, laughing uncontrollably*

Raven

*stares at them dully.* What could possibly be "not all that bad" about these conformist losers.

henrietta biggle

Those magic technicians are everywhere, Stan, you better watch out. *nods a thanks to Kenny as she takes a hit, blowing smoke in Raven's face.* Look, we don't always have to agree on everything and I don't need to explain this to you.

Raven

*looks at her blankly, not reacting to the bout of smoke.* Oh? I guess not. You can whore yourself to whoever you want, Henrietta. Hm. But I guess we were always wrong. You really are the spitting image of your mother after all.

kenny mccormick

Stan, either smoke some week and chill the fuck out or fuck off before you ruin everybody's goddamn high, man. Fucking rude as shit. *rolls his eyes and flops backwards again, mumbling to himself*

henrietta biggle

*flips the hood of her jacket over her head and curls up*

Kyle Broflovski

*flips Stan off* Seriously, dude. What a dick... Henrietta...? *scoots closer to her and places a concerned hand on her shoulder*

Raven

What? I insult your girlfriend, McCormick.

kenny mccormick

You're pretty much insulting humanity in fucking general dude but if you wanna put everything in tinyass boxes we can go that route. *sighs, hugely, and sits up, rubbing at his face with one hand* If that's how you wanna do it.

Kyle Broflovski

*glares daggers at Stan, the sole destroyer of his perfect evening* No. No, Kenny, we're not gonna go that route. Stan is going to either go get the fuck into that pond, or get the fuck out of my sight. I'm not putting up with this again tonight. *continues to rub Henrietta's upper arm lightly*

kenny mccormick

*snorts, and nods, and slowly stands up to sway, a little boneless and loose all around.* Right. Right, dude, you're right, totally, *points a hand vaguely in Kyle's direction before lifting both brows at Stan* Soo dude you gonna scoot or we gonna drag you and dump you into the water all conformist-cockslut-jock-with-the-insulted-girlfriend-style?

Raven

Oh. Then let me be the first to apologize. *Still in that same dead, dull voice.* How could I possibly make it up to you, McCormick. Suck you off...? Not that you haven't had enough of that from Henrietta, here. *takes a drag of his cigerette, looking over to Kyle and then Kenny, finally gaining a slight smirk from the boy.* Oh? You going to drag me into the water, McCormick? Defending your conformist bitch's honor?

henrietta biggle

*glares at this hand rubbing her arm. What is it and where did it come from? This is not okay. She looks for a distraction from this unnecessary theatrical development, and points to the sky without actually glancing skyward.* Look, a shooting star.

kenny mccormick

*actually high enough to get distracted and look*

Raven

*he also looks, idly, a waft of smoke escaping from his mouth.*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle's hand stops moving as he, also very distractedly, searches the sky, following the point of Henrietta's finger* Where, dude? I don't see it....

henrietta biggle

You're all such idiots. Can we please go back to smoking.

Kyle Broflovski

Yeah. I mean, if you want to with Mr. GloomsDay still hovering over there... *nods in Stan's direction*

kenny mccormick

*starts laughing, probably harder than was really graceful, and plops bonelessly back to the ground, searching around for the pipe with both hands* Man. Wanna try some of that northern 'cause that shit looked really sweetass.

Raven

*Raven takes another drag of his cigerette, eyes resting coldly on Henrietta.*

henrietta biggle

*her gaze catches Stan's eyes and she looks away.* Pass it, Kenny.

kenny mccormick

Sweet, can fucking do *just ignoring the fuck out of Stan at this point, packing the pipe and handing it over after taking a hit*

Kyle Broflovski

*still has his arm halfway wrapped protectively around Henrietta, but he's started looking up at the stars again and doesn't even really realize it* Hey! Sweet, there goes another one!

henrietta biggle

Wait, really? *almost chokes while trying to inhale, watching it pass along. Making a wish is useless but a meteor is /mother nature at her finest./*

Raven

*dully looks up again, catching the stars as he flicks off his cigerette to the ground.* Huh. Well. Have fun playing house with these conformist fucks, Henri. *he gives a sideways wave as he scuffs off passed the pond, walking the border away from them.* I'm sure you'll have fun enjoying your fairy tale lies.

kenny mccormick

*watches the star, blinking and half-heartededly groping around for the jack* Man. Fucking stars, dude. *waves at Stan without looking at him* Later, dude, hope you get that plug out of your ass soon~!

henrietta biggle

*flips Raven off as soon as his back is turned. She rests her chin on her knees and watches the battle between the wind and the grass.* Fucking stars...

Kyle Broflovski

Tch. Fucking asshole... If I didn't already know that he's been brainwashed.... *gets a slightly sad look and mumbles into incoherency. Reaches to get the pipe from Henrietta*

henrietta biggle

He's been brainwashed? No kidding. Some douchebag cult must have gotten their hands on him. *leans away from Kyle and lays back to watch the stars.*

kenny mccormick

Brainwashed, what? I thought it was a new like, version or whatever the fuck? *shakes his head a bit* Man fuck cults, cults suck.

Kyle Broflovski

*takes another hit and then blinks slowly, feeling like everything is in slow motion all of a sudden. He gently sets the pipe back down on the ground next to Henrietta* Woah....Uhhh, yeah, no. I did too until I saw his scars. They're the exact same ones from when we were injured in the 1800s... He said he got them from somewhere else, but I don't believe him... *still looks somewhat sad* I really, really don't..

henrietta biggle

This place is bullshit. *curls up more, pulling her jacket closer*

kenny mccormick

*whistles, really low, before shaking his head* Some serious fucking bullshit right there dude, for serious. *sighs, glancing sideways at Henrietta* You cold?

Kyle Broflovski

*agreeing with Henrietta* It definitely is. *looks back up at the sky again, but nothing moves this time*

henrietta biggle

*shakes her head, cupping the end flame of her lighter as she lights the pipe up again. There isn't much left but black crumbles* No, just a little pissed off. At what Stan said. And pissed off that they turned him into Raven? I don't remember Raven ever acting like that much of an asshole, ever.

kenny mccormick

Raven's a pretty douchebag name, I'd act like an asshole if my name was fuckass 'Raven' too, just saying. *shakes his head and leans backwards on both arms to look up for any more falling stars*

henrietta biggle

*snickers and lightly kicks him*

kenny mccormick

*grins widely at her, cocking an eyebrow like a dumbfuck before taking a sip of the Jack and offering it around*

Kyle Broflovski

*rolls over onto his stomach and holds his chin in his hands, thinking about a lot of things but not saying much at all* M'hungry... *looks around for something to munch on*

kenny mccormick

There's food *vaguely, sort of remembering but not all that interested*

henrietta biggle

*sighs and plucks her bag from the ground, collecting her shoes in the dark.* Go on and eat to your hearts' content, boys. I'm walking back "home" or whatever.

kenny mccormick

*nods and waves a little bit at Hen* 'Kay, dude, don't let any creepsters follow you home and shit.

Kyle Broflovski

*grabs a whole bag of something--doesn't even look at what it is* You sure? Where is the Minaj Mansion, even...? I'd be glad to walk back with you, if you wanted me to... *sits back up, Indian-style*

henrietta biggle

The same goes for the two of you dumbasses. Oh, Kyle, are you sure? It would be stupid of us to leave the Captain of the S.S. Unlucky unattended.

kenny mccormick

*just thumbs up* I'm awesome, dudes, I'm. Totally and completely fucking untouchable, it's all good

Kyle Broflovski

*glances back at Kenny, still talking to Henrietta* Huh. Yeah, you're right. *grins at him and opens up the bag to pig out* I guess I better stay then. Be careful though! *waves to Henrietta, feeling a bit more cheerful than he did a few minutes ago*

henrietta biggle

Goodnight, losers. *continues on her way still watching the sky for more meteors. She glances back one last time before shyly scampering off down the road*

kenny mccormick

*shrugs, in a whatcha-gonna-do kind of way, still sprawled out over as much grass as possible* Byyyyye, Hennnnnyyyyyyyy

[relaxguyooc]

[AIM convo] Raven (Stan Marsh) and Henrietta Biggle

Summary: Raven IMs Henrietta after her tumblr posts, they end up talking a bit about conformists, poetry, and this reality.

Takes Place: Tuesday, August 14th, late at night

Raven

henri.

henrietta biggle

what.

Raven

alright. Look.

In my world, my place. I come from a different reality.

Where I'm from, we didn't associate with other people

henrietta biggle

yep different realities that's how it works here.

Raven

yea, I got that.

I'm sorry. You get that on me, but just. Listen.

Where I'm from I remember you. Fighting for us. I remember us against everything else.

I care about the others. I would die for them. But I always trusted and. Yea, alright, conformist bullshit but I look up to you

a bit. I just.

Raven

look. I just, I know I have to survive here, I get it's different, alright. And maybe I am closeminded sure, whatever, it wasn't exactly perfect going with us and these other people here

out of anyone though I trust you. If you think that this is wrong, that I have to change, okay? just tell me what to do

henrietta biggle

stan...

henrietta biggle

alright something that i learned here is that because everyone comes from a different universe, not everyone is the same as we remember them and yeah, you get that don't you.

the thing is that somehow all of these weird new personalities started popping up, and new ideas, and somehow the likeminded thinking that i was so used to seemed like garbage.

henrietta biggle

god i don't even know what i'm trying to explain.

whatever.

Raven

...no, it's. it's fine. I guess I just have to...get some of this. Or something, right? I already talked to McCormick. I get things aren't the same

henrietta biggle

what's the point though it's never going to sink it

*in

Raven

...yea. are you saying I'm a lost cause...?

henrietta biggle

you don't have to change if you don't fucking want to raven i get it you're as stubborn as evan.

henrietta biggle

the rest of us are just going to have to cope.

Raven

I'm not trying to make you cope

I'm just asking, what do you want me to do. I don't want to make you guys miserable, not you anyways, not. the rest of you

I get it, you don't know me, and that's. how things are and

I can't change that

but I want to make this alright.

henrietta biggle

ray you're actually making me want to feel bad for you. but pity is for conformists and all that blah blah blah.

my advice? you're setting yourself up for the shittiest time of your life if you're starting off here picking fights with

well just about everyone.

henrietta biggle

they're not that horrible all you need to do is get to know them better. once you know them you'll find out that christ everyone that you think is happy really isn't.

Raven

I know. and yea, it's fine, yea. I honestly. I get that.

I don't...how do you even

stand this, I just

you guys told me that life was pain

that that's all it meant

that the only thing in life we could get. Was making conformist assholes miserable

...Henri. look, it's different. but it's just so, so fucking different

evan would never say this was alright...

henrietta biggle

life is pain life is pain did you ever stop to actually think about that phrase?

yeah i know evan wouldn't say this is alright but like i've been saying this is a clash of different ideas here.

you may remember the five of us sharing the same fucking mindset but that's stupid.

that's really stupid.

think for yourself you large gaping asshole.

henrietta biggle

nonconformity is individualism.

Raven

yea. okay. so everything we've been through. everything that happened, the rise of cthulhu, stopping the nonconformists, fighting for each other, staying true with. Each other. trying to make some kind of difference in this empty fucking world. that means nothing to you. those people are more important to you than any of that

you taught me so many things, alright

you taught me what it meant to be human, what each other means, what this world means

and now you're saying that it's nothing, huh

henrietta biggle

that's not it at all!

Raven

than what are you saying to me, Henri

henrietta biggle

i'm saying you sound so dependent on us and you sound like a pussy. we're friends we're like the goddamned addams family but that doesn't mean that we can't think differently.

Raven

what you were the one yelling at me on tumblr for acting close minded or whatever

henrietta biggle

because you're so stuck on what we taught you that you can't look past it. you argue with other people without knowing a thing about them.

don't you think that's like the people we've had to deal with throughout school? those ignorant douchebags that hated us without knowing anything about us?

Raven

okay...alright. fine. so, what are you saying? give them a chance? treat them differently? where I'm from they...they were the ones, Henri, that hated us without knowing anything about us

they were the conformist douchebags that danced to every little societal conformity, just. look. I'm not here to conform to whatever you or anyone thinks. but like I said, I trust you, alright. and maybe that is conforming I fucking, Henri I don't know

I don't know

I just want to try. and understand. I want to do this right, okay

Raven

and not be that. asshole or...I don't know, whatever the hell you see in me. and that's fine, life is pain, just. I don't know.

henrietta biggle

you're not a total asshole i think it's sweet that you're trying to do this

even though i know it sucks.

Raven

I...well. thanks. I think.

henrietta biggle

would you like a black star sticker as a "good job" kind of thing. a pat on the back maybe.

Raven

still, just...if. it's not too conformist to ask. I don't know. Maybe I can join you and....whoever for something?

well.....stickers are a bit too. fourth grade for me. thanks though

henrietta biggle

it was a joke. a really bad joke.

Raven

ah...yea well...sorry i guess my humor is kind of lost over text too there.

henrietta biggle

it's fine. and yeah if i ever leave my room again you should.

Raven

that'd be. good.

I'll...fuck, try to be. I don't know

Raven

just. give these conformist douchebags a chance?

......I mean. I guess mccormick's not that bad

all that bad anyways

I guess.

henrietta biggle

he's... yeah not bad at all i can't say anything bad about him.

Raven

yea, well. I guess so. he didn't seem....that conformist

henrietta biggle

there's your start ray getting to know someone only then can you determine if they're conformist or not.

Raven

right...well. yea.

maybe.

henrietta biggle

what?

are you done talking here

Raven

uh, what? uh, well...yea. I guess.

henrietta biggle

`be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' i shrieked upstarting -

`get thee back into the tempest and the night's plutonian shore!

leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!

take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'

quoth the raven, `nevermore.'

Raven

heh.

Prophet,'

said I, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if a bird or devil

By that heavn that bends above us - by that god we both adore -

tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

it shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named lenore

clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whome the angels named lenore?'

quoth the raven, 'nevermore.'

you always did get me into poetry.

I mean. the others kind of...grew out of it I guess

henrietta biggle

reading wastes the time away as we wait to wither up and die

it's almost funny. almost.

the other stan here was also a fan of writing poetry.

Raven

...I'm not such a huge fan of the "other stan"

I guess...I left that name behind a long time ago.

henrietta biggle

i haven't called you raven in eleven years.

and yet here we are.

Raven

alternate reality shit, hen

never gets old

Raven

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow--

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand--

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep--while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

seems kind of appropriate.

henrietta biggle

inception is a rip-off of this classic poe poem.

Raven

hah

most conformist media tends to be I guess

Raven

well, off greater original works...

henrietta biggle

thank you for clarifying

captain obvious

hah.

Raven

yea, yea, well, anytime, Hen

henrietta biggle

i'll be seeing you around ray it's time to enter the realm of dreams within dreams.

Raven

alright, yea...I guess same for me.

uh, and. you know, whatever. thanks.

henrietta biggle

yea, yeah, well, anytime, Raven

[relaxguyooc]

[AIM convo] Kyle Broflovski and Raven (Stan Marsh)

Summary: Kyle IMs Raven for conversation and trying to get his memory jogged. They speak of the conformist lies and general nonsense.

Takes Place: 7pm, Sunday, August 12th.

Kyle Broflovski

Hey Raven. How's it going?

Gloomy? Dark? Despondent?

Raven

what do you want, conformist fag

Kyle Broflovski

I don't want anything. I was just seeing how you were feeling today.

Raven

go drown yourself with your fat boy, judas

Raven

i don't need your little mental breakdowns

Raven

denial of pain and reality is for conformist fags like you. you'll learn about the reality of it all one way or another

Kyle Broflovski

I miss you, though.

Even like this, I miss you.

Raven

ugh, judas

Kyle Broflovski

Kyle.

Raven

I'm not playing house with you, Kyle.

Kyle Broflovski

Fine. Okay. Don't.

Raven

what's that supposed to mean

Kyle Broflovski

I'm not playing "house" either.

Kyle Broflovski

This is my life, and unlike you, I don't want it to be constantly miserable.

Raven

you're doing a poor job of avoiding pain, judas

Kyle Broflovski

So? I care about you. If I suffer because I'm trying to help you, then that's fine with me.

Raven

you're not trying to help me

you're trying to help yourself

escape from your miserable life to glimpse your former boyfriend

Kyle Broflovski

It's a mutal life correction.

If you will.

Raven

a what.

Kyle Broflovski

I'm in it for us /both/. Because that's the point of being a couple....

Raven

ugh

we aren't a couple, judas

Kyle Broflovski

You don't mean that.

Raven

oh don't I

here's a newsflash whore, I'm not your little boyfriend, I never will be

and I'm not going to transform into him with a kiss from his whining princess

Kyle Broflovski

What do I have to say? To make you remember? There has to be something....

Kyle Broflovski

That's how memories work. There's a trigger...

Raven

....judas.

I'm not playing this game

Kyle Broflovski

Kyle.

Raven

I'm not encouraging delusion

Kyle Broflovski

I'm not delusional, Stan, YOU are!

You don't remember it, but about a week ago we all got back from Bieberfest /together/ and you were sent up to the "B Room" where they fucked with your head and now you think you're "Raven" like you were when were in fucking, what, fourth grade or something?

*we were

Raven

goodnight, judas.

Kyle Broflovski

It's 7pm, you aren't going to bed!

FUCKING REMEMBER GOD DAMN IT!

Raven

then good evening, I don't care, conformist whore

no

how about you listen to yourself

are you really so desperate

I have memories.

but they don't involve you

Kyle Broflovski

I guess I am. I care about you that much, dude.... I...

Raven

...I'm sorry you lost your boyfriend.

Kyle Broflovski

...

Raven

but I'm not. Him.

...it gets easier. dealing with the pain.

Kyle Broflovski

Not from my experience. How does it from yours?

Raven

it dulls after a while

Kyle Broflovski

Hmm..

Kyle Broflovski

You're wrong.

Kyle Broflovski

Not about pain - it does fade, eventually - but about so many other things...

Raven

oh am I

Kyle Broflovski

I'm not weak.

Raven

hah

oh aren't you

little faggy cheerleader wanna be

trying to play in the game with the big boys

Kyle Broflovski

Grow up, dude. Hiding behind petty insults was never your style.

Raven

you can't even deal with pain

Kyle Broflovski

I've been insulted far worse throughout my entire life - don't even fucking /start/ with me on dealing with pain!

Raven

and you wouldn't know my "style", Broflovski

Kyle Broflovski

I know the real you.

Raven

I told you I'm not your little boyfriend

oh do you

what is "the real me" then

Kyle Broflovski

No. Telling you about it won't work, I've already tried that.

You don't get the honor of hearing about how much /better/ you were before you turned into a total piece of shit.

What stopped you? In your universe....

Kyle Broflovski

In mine you went through this phase, and you came right back out of it in just a few days.

Raven

a total piece of shit, just not a comformist slut like you. like you'd know anything.

a phase. This isn't "a phase," sorry Judas

Kyle Broflovski

I know. But you weren't always like this, either.

What made you change?

Raven

life.

it's what makes everyone change

Kyle Broflovski

Ugh.

Typical goth answer, of course....

Even if it is true......

Raven

it is.

anything else, judas?

Kyle Broflovski

I meant specifically.

Kyle Broflovski

You can't say life has a whole. There are events in our life that create those changes, not just living in general.

Raven

life as a whole is the actual answer. life as a whole is miserable, pathetic, lost. corporations feed us our disney lies so we can suck on them and pretend everything is okay. like your little boytoy boyfriend. a pathetic drunk loser who had no one, caught in some kind of fuck triangle teenage drama fest.

i've read his little diary entries. i don't need any of that noise to know what a conformist shit he was

or how lost.

you can read them, if you'd like

Kyle Broflovski

Wrong again, /Raven/. I wouldn't do that; those are Stan's private thoughts. I write mine out too, and I'd kill anybody who ever got a hold of them.

And you're wrong about life, too. Life is far more complicated than - as Kenny put it last night - to be shoved into some miserable box.

Feeling hurt or lost is only a part of life, not the whole.

Raven

whatever. you'd say that. desperate to cling to some kind of fairy tale that's not even there

Kyle Broflovski

It's not a fairytale! Come on, even YOU have to have been happy at some point!

Raven

you're the one blinding yourself if you think there is more than the corporate mindless sheep in this world

Raven

happiness? hah. what a joke.

Kyle Broflovski

There has to be. For one thing, there has to be corporates in order for there to be sheep!

We're not all the same, dude! Stop trying to turn everyone but yourself into the same person.

Raven

corporates are the greedy fatcats sucking the marrow from mindless citizens. whatever. this entire place is a testament to that.

Kyle Broflovski

What are you then?

Raven

a nonconformist

Kyle Broflovski

UGH.

Raven

problem, judas?

Kyle Broflovski

You're infuriating, that's all.

Kyle Broflovski

It's the same bullshit I get from Evan...

Raven

it's the truth.

Kyle Broflovski

It's the biggest lie I've ever seen.

Raven

yea? a conformist whore like you wouldn't understand.

Raven

too desperate to drown in your picture perfect disney lies

whatever.

Kyle Broflovski

You know it's a perfect picture of your own insecurities that you feel the need to keep putting down my pursuit of happiness.

Raven

pursuit of happiness? sounds like the faggy constitution. what a bunch of conformist lies

the only reason to stay alive is to make conformist whores like you miserable

Kyle Broflovski

Oh, that is the biggest load of crap I've ever--

Kyle Broflovski

Fine. I'm done for now. I'll do what I can to get you back to normal /without/ your help, since you're stuck. Or something.

Raven

stop clinging to your fantasies, judas

Kyle Broflovski

Not before I'm ready to, Stan.

Raven

yea. whatever.

[relaxguyooc]

[3rd long] Kenny McCormick and Raven (Stan Marsh)

Summary: Raven tracks Kenny down at a breakfast burrito fast food place near Stark's Pond to talk.

Takes Place: Sunday morning, August 12th

Raven

Raven pushed in through the doors of one of the overly conformist goody restaurants, glancing over the lights and people and trying to drown out the inappropriate hits of"S&M" Rihnna dance music to go along with those inside stuffing their faces. Not that he couldn't admit to himself it was one of the better of Rhinna's songs, on another day. He seemed to be looking for someone, picking out through people in the crowd, standing just across from the doorway.

kenny mccormick

Nothing rounded out a long night of not drowning in a pond like a balanced breakfast of MSG ridded breakfast burritos from the nastyass fast food place down the street, and Kenny unwrapped his second one of the morning - afternoon, whatever - and took a bite, too focused on food to bother looking around at all the guards and other assorted assholes also enjoying their weekly dose of sodium.

Raven

Once eventually the goth picked Kenny out from the crowd, predictably stuffing his face with the rest of the herd, he pushed out along the thread of different people and slipped abruptly into a seat across from the blond, eyes still seemingly indifferent and cold. "Enjoying your breakfast?"

kenny mccormick

Kenny glanced up, corner of his mouth quirking up for a second before looking back down at his food and shoving a massive bite into his mouth. "Yup, fucking delicious, thanks for asking."

Raven

"Good." Raven's gaze held on the other boy's, sounding typically flat. After a long second of watching Kenny continue to eat he reached into his pants pocket, uncurling a small bag and tossing it across the table without a word. Inside was a good nugget of marijuana.

kenny mccormick

Not that Kenny was the kind of dude to pass up free drugs or anything, but he just looked back up at Stan, eyebrows wandering up his face curiously. "Fuck's this for?"

Raven

"Apology." He said, shortly, still his gaze rather flat, not wavering as he looked at the other. "For the other night."

kenny mccormick

"Man, shouldn't that shit be going to Hen in that case?" Still eating, he reached out for the bag anyway, dropping it onto his tray with his hashbrowns and whatever the fuck this was trying to pass itself off as coffee

Raven

He continued looking at the other, studying him for a second without speaking right away. "...She's why I'm here." He admitted, eventually. And with another short pause, he continued, "Where I'm from you're a conformist goody douchebag. Either way. I'm not sure what to expect here. And maybe. Hanging out with conformists is the only way for some of us to cope."

kenny mccormick

"Yeah?" Looking thoughtful for a second, Kenny just shrugged, stuffing the weed into his jacket pocket with a grin. "That's cool. Anyway douchebag at least sounds about right so whatever, dude. Just don't be a fuckass to Henny since she tolerates everybody's asses for some godfuck reason."

Raven

"I know." There's a hint of honesty in his otherwise dull words, looking off blankly to the remainder of Kenny's food. "She's tolerated us for a long time. I'm not sure why." On a dead pause he eventually looks up again. "But I guess I should at least. Try to do the same."

kenny mccormick

"Damn, dude, good life lesson there. Good luck with that, like, seriously." Waving grandly at his tray, Kenny shrugged. "Want some food? This coffee tastes like fucking burnt and hate, that's how you guys like it, right?"

Raven

He shook his head, but gave something on a slight smile, gaze however still dull. "I just came to apologize. I can say a place like this wouldn't serve real coffee. Poor conformist substitute, just like their food." He looks off. "....But." And he gives into another pause. "....Thanks." There's a real strain despite himself on the words, not staring directly at Kenny as he speaks.

kenny mccormick

"Well, dude, thanks for the weed and shit, for real," Kenny said back, graciously going back to stuffing his mouth to try and make this less uncomfortable for Stan's ego, grinning a tiny bit around the edges as he did

Raven

Raven nodded somewhat before getting back to his feet. "...Also." The boy seems to add eventually, "Before I leave, I would...watch out for Judas if I were you. Your "friend" seems to be having....a hard time accepting the realities in life. Pain can be a good instigator to denial."

kenny mccormick

"Man, Kyle's tougher than all you guys really like, give him credit for, y'know?" Shaking his head, Kenny sighed, a little, and propped his chin on one hand to look up at Stan. "But dude keeping an eye on all you jerks is kinda my whole thing, half the fucking time."

Raven

Raven nodded again to the other, as if accepting that point somewhat. "Alright...Well then...have a good "meal," McCormick." He says, eventually, bowing his head slightly. "I'll...see you around. I guess."

kenny mccormick

"Later, dude, enjoy your coffee wherever the fuck you get it." Waving one handedly, Kenny popped a hashbrown into his mouth, grinning cheerily at his departing kinda-friend-whatever-the-fuck

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[3rd Short] Raven (Stan Marsh) and Henrietta Biggle

Summary: Raven goes over to Henri's place to apologize for his behavior towards her earlier in the evening.

Takes Place: Sunday, August 11th, late at night

　

Raven

*scrambles up the side of a tree near Henri's window; trying in vain to kind of keep a bottle under one arm as he does. Eventually, he ends up resting at a branch, hugging the bottle against his chest as he tosses a stone against the dark window in front of him.*

henrietta biggle

*lightly dozing off in her newly enlarged Minaj Mansion bedroom, Henrietta simply grumbled and turned away from her window. Her eyes blinked open and stared at a bare wall; her cheeks are flushed red from being lost in angry thought. The tap on her window goes unnoticed.*

Raven

*Raven sighs, fishing another stone from his pocket. After a second, on a slightly annoyed expression, he tries tossing another at the window again.*

henrietta biggle

*rolls over on her stomach, tossing a pillow over her head as some kind of "fuck you" to the bird making a racket outside of her window.*

Raven

*After waiting a little longer, he ends up crawling on his stomach, dragging himself along a thick branch and struggling to croach, knees bended, upon it. He tosses a final rock a little bit harder this time, leaving a satisfyingly loud "pang" in its wake.*

henrietta biggle

Shut u-! *hastily pushes herself up and just as quickly falls off of her bed in shock* Jesus, Stan, you nearly gave me a heart attack. Thanks. *mumbles to herself. She searches for something to throw and finds her shoe, tossing it at the window.* Get lost.

Raven

Raven. It's Raven. *He says on automatic, albeit ducking slightly at the shoe that's tossed his way.* Yea, alright. Alright--look. I'm sorry. Just. Just. Let me in. *He holds up the bottle slightly in the grasp of fingerless gloves, looking at the other goth.*

henrietta biggle

*stomps over to her window, opening it and leaning out.* Why should I do that?

Raven

*He held up the bottle further, shaking it slightly.* Jack Daniels?

henrietta biggle

Is that your idea of a peace offering? *slips back inside with some hesitation, giving him room to crawl in*

Raven

*He looks somewhat uncomfortable, glancing away as he eventually pulls himself into the window, as if he's done this sort of thing fairly frequently in the past, brushing off one handed.* Y...ea. Sort of.

henrietta biggle

*puts one hand on her hip and scrunches her hair with the other. She really isn't sure how to feel about this situation, and it most likely shows. Her voice still stings bitterly.* Are you tired of playing the generic douchebag role?

Raven

*Raven looks back to her, his expression still fairly unreadable, but in an edge of something a bit more honest.* ....You're right. I have no idea what I'm doing here. You don't know me, any of you. But you're my friends. My family. I'm sorry.

henrietta biggle

*Hen sighs and uses the wall as support.* I should have realized families made horrible accusations against one another. Really, Raven? You implied that I gave Kenny a... blowjob, and I find that completely offensive, especially from a 'friend.' The damage is done, Stan. It's a fucking fait accompli that you can't patch up with Jack Daniels as a band-aid.

Raven

I told you I'm not "Stanley." I have no idea what the fuck you think of him, but he isn't me. *He spoke, firmly, but he did give a slight on a frown, tilting his head slightly.* Don't tell me that actually struck a nerve...?

henrietta biggle

Don't tell me you didn't mean for it to.

Raven

*He shrugs, looking off.* Yea. Fair enough, I guess.

henrietta biggle

Ugh, get your act together. *storms over to the other side of the room, digging in a cabinet for a few glasses* Look, it was stupid of you to go off shouting like an ignoramous. Kyle is nice and easier to talk to than I thought, and Kenny. Well, he's a friend. And this Kenny is a saint compared to the one I knew, because I will have you know, the Kenny McCormick that I knew was more of a pervert than one can possibly imagine. To say that I did anything with him, anything sexual like that, Christ, Raven. You don't get it. *the glasses clink as she carries them over, handing one to Stan* I'm willing to get over it for the fact that, yeah, you didn't know. You don't know a lot of shit.

Raven

*For his part, he does look even more uncomfortable, one might even say quite bad as Hen speaks. He doesn't usually, Hen's always been a special case. No matter the situation, unfortunately. He uncertainly holds out the glass, still glancing away and not meeting her eye, seeming a lot more like that once nine year old from years back than the complacent, cold eyed kid from earlier.* I...well. I...yea. Actually. You're right. *He took another breath,* In my world. Where I'm from, you've always...been there. And...I'm sorry. I just. You know. It's...not...I don't mean, I'm. Justified. Or anything...just. It's difficult. You guys, everyone looking at me...like I'm...well. Someone I'm not. And...McCormick. Who helped stopped Cthulhu and. *He seems even more incredibly unused to not being a blank faced asshole, but actually human, than anything else; appearing really a bit left footed in that level.* But...you're right. I'm sorry. And. I won't be...an asshole again. To you.

henrietta biggle

*takes the whiskey and fills his glass* There. Drink it, you sound like a bumbling fool. *she gives him a stern look, wondering if what Kyle said was right. Henrietta couldn't believe this was the same Stan as the one before, only brainwashed, because his memories and the different personality seem so real and true.* I get it, Raven. Life is pain. It's difficult to cope with. And it's so hard to get used to things here. And maybe that's why talking to others is vital, or, um, something, so that you're not as ignorant. Even though talking to other people is the worst.

Raven

*The relief actually seemed somewhat clear on Raven as he looked at the other, gratefully taking the glass of whiskey and raising it slightly to her before drinking it.* You should've seen Evan. He and Dylan seem pretty close? *He added, more on as if an attempt in a lighter conversation. If Raven was faking it, or brainwashed, he was a damned good actor--glancing on Hen again.* And...yea. Well. Maybe next time I can. *He seems for a second as if really actually struggling, but pushes on, sounding anything but pleased in the notion.*...Join you and...those. People.

henrietta biggle

*Henri raises her own glass* Will you promise not to be as much of a dickwad?

Raven

Hen, I'm pushing this pretty badly already.

henrietta biggle

It might be easier if you smoke with us. *shakes her glass forward a little and takes a sip*

Raven

*Raven remains looking a little uncomfortable, reaching a hand to idly scratch at the back of his neck.* Yea...yea, I mean. *He took another breath, holding his glass out.* Yea, maybe. *On a pause, he looks away again, seeming still somewhat hesitant.* So. So...what can you tell me about this place. I mean, I hear...Kindergoth, she's got some kind of plan to...bring darkness to the world or whatever.

henrietta biggle

It's the most conformist reality television show on the face of the planet, and society is based around a Saddamized Justin Beiber, who acts as the country's leader. Freedom of speech has likely been abolished. What more do you need to know? *searches around for a hidden camera and spots one.* I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. *she smiles at the camera, grinding her teeth*

Raven

*Raven glances up against the camera, eyes narrowing slightly on it, voice dark.* Great. So we're puppets dancing for the corporate need. Whatever....*He looks back to her, gaze more sharp.* If Kindergoth succeeds. It won't matter. Things will be...different. And maybe...I was thinking. In the mean time, maybe we can bring some kind of destruction to these people holding us, this shit hole. *He shoves his hands in his pockets.* If nothing else...we have this, each other. They can't drown that out in this cesspool of a town.

henrietta biggle

Hmmm, I don't know, Ray. *smirks daringly and gulps down the rest of her glass* Another misdemeanor and I can't rule out that it won't drown out by itself.

Raven

*He looks back, eyes lingering on her for a second. Something uncertain seems to soften at his edges, but he doesn't break gaze.*...Yea. Well. *Raven looks away again, tilting his glass slightly on a frown.*

henrietta biggle

*gives him a friendly punch to the shoulder* It's getting late. Are you staying around or leaving? The window was a very, urm, hardcore entry point, I have to say.

Raven

*He actually grins a little, looking over to her and rubbing his shoulder.* Ah--yea. We can always...hang out later. I can go. I was thinking of trying to find some kind of abandoned house or something we could take over, you know? Just. You know. Old times. *He gave somewhat of an uncertain gesture to the bottle of Jack Daniel's.* And...you know. Finishing that off some time maybe I guess.

henrietta biggle

As far as I know, no one has used the underground base in ages, so that could be worth our time. *shrugs and rolls her eyes a little, staring at the bed. Oh, how the pillows beckon and promise comfort for her minor headache.* You're staying in Evan and Dylan's room, aren't you?

Raven

*a slight frown.* A...underground base? Sounds.....interesting. *and on the frown the boy looks over, up to Hen, nodding.* Uh--yea. I'm staying with them. And I guess someone else who shares it. I was going to go exploring a little more tomorrow, I really haven't seen a whole lot of this "new" town just yet. There's bound to be other places untouched by the corporations like Stark's Pond somewhere out there.

henrietta biggle

Good luck with that, hah. That's why Stark's Pond is so nice, the only difference is the fucking wall behind it. Can't even see the horizon. *sort of drones on while she fixes the covers on her bed delicately*

Raven

Yea...like an actual prison. The corporate Bieber head trying to keep us locked up... *He looks away for a second.* But. Yea. I'll leave you alone for now. We should....all meet soon, sometime. You know. *He nods to her, as if on actual appreciation, before climbing back to the window and perching against it.*

henrietta biggle

*almost compares him to Edward Cullen as he tries to get out through the window, but smiles and waves instead* Thanks for apologizing, I guess. I won't spend the rest of the night brooding and, uh, I hope the same is true for you. Goodnight, Raven.

Raven

*He offers back to her another grin, an actual one, before finally the boy disappears out the window, shutting it behind him as he goes.*

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[AIM CONVO] Stan Marsh and Josh Myers

Summary: Stan contacts Josh right before heading off to detention. A small conversation occurs about Kyle, surveillance, and what the B room might hold.

Takes Place: August 7th, Monday, early evening.

　

Stan Marsh

Hey Myers

Josh Myers

Good evening, Marsh. Are you in detention yet? 8]

Stan Marsh

On my way now, thanks.

Stan Marsh

seriously though, I'm heading over there now.

Josh Myers

I sense some hostility in the tone of your text.

Stan Marsh

ah no, actually

Josh Myers

Text is always misleading, I suppose. Well, tell me, what is... up?

Stan Marsh

this is my. third time

Josh Myers

No need to state the obvious, Stanley. Go on.

Stan Marsh

yea, yea.

I know we've both been to detention

I don't know exactly how far this time it's going to go

or what....they're going to do to me

Josh Myers

This third time offense will be a rank higher than the previous two, correct? My sincerest apologies, but I have nothing to tell you, for they do not willingly hand out secrets regarding the upper levels to mere grunts.

Stan Marsh

nah, no dude

that's not why I'm IMing

Josh Myers

Tell me what it is, in that case.

Stan Marsh

I don't know exactly what's going to happen

last time was pretty bad.

Josh Myers

You're scared.

Stan Marsh

I need you. to look after kyle for me

Josh Myers

You're scared for yourself... and for Kyle.

Stan Marsh

I'm scared for kyle.

he's alone and maybe depending on what happens

I just need you to make sure he's safe

even just. even just on the side

Josh Myers

May I ask for something in return?

Stan Marsh

yea, dude sure

Josh Myers

I've found these tape recorders to be quite useful for gathering intel, and for the fear that something may happen to you while you are in this Level B detention... Is there a way to transfer one to you so that the procedures for this level may be recorded?

Stan Marsh

uh. I'm not sure. it's worth a shot

Josh Myers

We don't know anything about the B room. This is important.

Stan Marsh

yea. yea, probably.

Josh Myers

Obtaining this knowledge is of equal value to me as keeping an eye on Kyle is to you.

Stan Marsh

I'll do what I can. a tape recorder will be a little hard to conceal though, dude

you don't have any...tiny cameras or anything

Josh Myers

There is a probability that HQ has a few. If manageable, I will see if I can meet you during the week. For a checkup, to confirm that Kyle is safe, and to see if planting a camera is possible.

And Marsh... Hm 8]

Stan Marsh

wait you mean...break in?

and yea, alright. Uh, you know doing this before I head in there might be a better idea dude

Josh Myers

Are you forgetting that I am a guard?

Stan Marsh

I have no idea what state I'll be in, I have to be honest with you

Josh Myers

Nice execution of winning Kyle over, by the way.

Stan Marsh

winning kyle over...?

...this isn't about winning kyle over, dude

Josh Myers

I'm not sure how to put it. Relationship matters are beyond me.

Josh Myers

No, of course it isn't, that congratulatory remark had nothing to do with the conversation.

Stan Marsh

oh uh. right, what do you mean then?

Josh Myers

I know.

Stan Marsh

you know what?

Josh Myers

8]

Josh Myers

So! Shall I find you and deliver whatever recording device I can find?

Stan Marsh

dude.

come on

in a few days I'll probably be nothing more than a vegetable

you know. what.

Josh Myers

A vegetated state would not be advantageous to the ratings. It would be a bad move on the SPRC's part.

Stan Marsh

it's happened before

if not that, i won't be the same

I've been there, myers

and I don't think I can handle this again

not like it was anyways

Josh Myers

I am aware, Stanley. All I can offer is... moral support. I don't like the idea of a vegetable for both a roommate and an ally, and if this is preventable, or reversed, I will do my research to see to it that you will remain the same old boring Stan Marsh.

*reversible, Excuse me.

Stan Marsh

hah. well...thanks dude.

Josh Myers

You are scared. Frail at the idea that you may never be the same again.

Stan Marsh

No.

Josh Myers

It is understandable and you are allowed to tell me.

Stan Marsh

No I'm okay with this

but thanks

and I'll. hell, do what I can with recording whatever's up there

who the hell know, man

Josh Myers

You are 'okay' with something that many people would consider inhumane?

Stan Marsh

well, man, it is what it is, I guess

Josh Myers

I don't feel sorry for you.

Stan Marsh

thanks.

I don't either.

Josh Myers

Associating myself with you during this time may jeopardize my stance with Everyone Upstairs.

However... what they do not know, won't hurt them. 8]

Stan Marsh

hah. thanks.

I'll head over to get that tape recorder

or whatever else you might have

Josh Myers

Thank you. I will make sure that you have a plentiful supply of toilet paper in your cell, or wherever it is you'll be staying in.

Josh Myers

Oh! And Kyle. Of course.

Stan Marsh

well, thanks man

I appreciate it

I'll. Stop by the dorm right now.

Josh Myers

Good, good.