MOVING THE MASSES.

eyes: light blue | green | brown | hazel | black | grey | red | other | golden & grey hair:  blonde | medium brown | black | red | ginger | grey/white | multi-color | green | none body type:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | muscular | Overweight  skin:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored

gender: male | female | trans | cis | no gender | agender | demiboy | demigirl | other sexuality:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other: No one likes him anyway- orientation:  heteroromantic | homoromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | other: No one likes him anyway-

species:   human | undead/vampire | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch/wizard/sorcerer | incubus/succubus | grim reaper | other

living situation: lives alone | lives with parents/guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | lives with siblings | drifter | dorming | homeless

parents/guardian: mom | aunt | dad | adoptive | foster | grandparents | family friend |orphan

relationship: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated

i’ve been: in love | hurt | sick | abused? | killed

i have a(n): learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder? | eating disorder | substance-related disorder | n/a

things i’ve done before: drank alcohol | smoked | done drugs (prescribed) | stolen | self-harmed | starved myself | had sex | had a threesome | gotten into a fist fight | gone to the hospital | been arrested | gone to jail | used a fake id | gone to a rave | killed someone

positive traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming? | confident | creative | determined | fearless | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless

negative traits: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | insecure | irresponsible | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | unstable

Of course he would allow getting himself stepped over like that, even when he knew the risks of partaking into a group project all by himself… thankfully, he did not mind, not this time as that was exactly what the blonde wanted.  Yes, he is always offering his help to others, being an overall good chap and all, but this was a rather special occassion, a rather… special reason was what kept his head cold, his hands steady while writting all those papers, while passing page after page of those books.

Was it morally right, though??  Would he be able to sleep without the guilt keeping him from doing so??

The next day came around, Pip having worked throughout most of the project already – they had until the following week to do the presentation, yet he had spent a great part of his night on his room’s desk by the light of a flashlight – , holding onto the book he had taken with him and some papers as he closed his locket shut.  From the corner of his eye he had seen that red coat in the middle of the hallway, and so he was ready to… share his “findings” with the other boy.

That was the plan until, of course, the other spoke, catching him off-guard with his words.  ❝ I-I beg your pardon? ❞  Brown eyes blinked with surprise (surprise at the other’s sympathetic approach), now holding the book and papers behind his back.  ❝ Um, I was thinking, Eric… w-we don’t have a reason to present our paper today of all days! ❞  (May the Lord not cast a harsh judgement upon his head over this, he was feeling guilty already.)

❝ Whaat? Really? Are you sure? Don’t you want to get it over with too?  ❞

➤ Then, it dawned on the fat boy. That’s right! If they go last it meant he can watch and make fun of Kyle’s presentation first! That sounded like a hell lot of fun. So, Cartman nodded, patting Pip’s shoulder as if applauding the Brit for having a great idea he never stated.

❝ You’re right. We don’t have to go first today. You can hold onto everything today. Hey, thanks again Pip.  ❞

➤ And so he added a little twirl and danced about in happiness. Singing that he wasn’t going to get a bad grade. Yes...

Clyde blinked at the excitement now visible on Bebe’s face, a slight tilt of the head before bringing himself back. She must’ve really wanted to hang out with him, or so he thought. He didn’t think that she was this nervous about it, even after their breakup, hell, he thought it was the other way around.

Giving a reassuring nod, he smiled back at her. Girls certainly were weird in their ways, but he knew better than to question it. If she was happy, then he wouldn’t want to take that away from her.

❛ Oh, sweet! ❜ Tone it down there, you shouldn’t seem too eager. Clyde scratched the back of his head and tried to lay it off smoother, ❛ I mean, uh, cool, cool. I’ve got Lego Marvel Super Heroes 2 back at my house if you’re interested in playing that, or whatever else you want to do. ❜

❝ That sounds fun..!  ❞

➤ In truth, compared to most girls, Bebe was one that did like to play video games ( Especially playing against others ). It was entertaining when she didn’t have anything to do. A pause as she looked down at the ground and then back up at Clyde. Even though all the girls had their reasons ( No one was perfect ). It still dawned on the blonde that she regretted breaking up in the first place. 

➤ It was the spur of the moment! She and the other girls wanted respect from the boys after the scandal! 

➤ Yet he agreed to hang out with her. This was long coming after all. Hands reached out to hold onto the other boys, for a brief moment, and a smile was given,

    the  doctor  inhaled,  closing  his  eyes  for  a  brief  moment  before  continuing.   eric’s  pathetic  outburst  fell  on  deaf  ears.

(’  …and  solving  cases  would  nevertheless  boost  your  reputation.   even  i  have  to  go  out  and  do  things  i’m  not  very  comfortable  with.   it’s  a  burden  of  being  a  hero.  ’)

    the  child  gave  a  huff.   he  wouldn’t  bother  to  acknowledge  the  sticker  board.   eric’s  fate  would  be  sealed  with  these  continued  protests,  and  timothy  wasn’t  afraid  to  force  him  out  of  the  group.   he  was  only  allowed  to  be  here  because  he  was  being  pitied,  anyway.   his  eyes  opened.

(’  i  can  always  just  limit  you  to  being  in  the  post-credit  scenes.   i  don’t  mind  giving  everything  to  buttlord.   they  deserve  it  more  then  you,  at  any  rate.  ’)

« He did not just- »

➤ No, No you know what...? This was okay. This was all...okay. Even though this was most likely everyone’s plan to make him submissive....The Coon will play along with everyone’s fucking bullshit. That is, with a price.

❝ Alright then...Professor.  ❞ Voice almost growled with mention of the name but a brightly cute Coon smile was given instead, ❝ I’ll do it. I’ll take it...But why don’t we go together? Hey look at the bright side? We’ll BOOST our reputations together. Now doesn’t that sound PEACHY? I love the idea.  ❞

➤ Everyone else got PARTNERS, why didn’t he get off your lazy ass and help out too?