Kenny: ….Not that I’d ever admit it to anyone (especially not Cartman) but…

Cartman: Hey Kinnehhhh, remember when you said I could have your PSP if you died? 

Kenny: …but I’m not dead….

Cartman: …

Kenny: Fine, whatever. But you better give it back!

“Wha’ta’fuck have I told ya’ abou’touchin’ ma stuff?”

With a loud bang, the door to the boys’ cabin swung open and a towering blond emerged dragging a pudgy, whimpering brunette by the color of his t-shirt. Five or six other boys in orange jumpsuits filed out the door with mixed expressions as the blond threw the brunette into the dirt.

“I swear ta’ all tha’ is holy, Pig, this is yer last warnin’!” Boss hollered as he sneered down at the sniveling boy.

Pig quickly curled up into himself, his body shaking with fear while Boss screamed at him. Breaking Boss’s mp3 had been an accident! But there was no way Pig was going to mention that now with the piercing blue gaze burning a hole through his dirt-stained face.

“Boss, Sir’s back.” Four-Eyes gestured towards the run-down truck pulling up towards camp.

Boss kicked Pig back to the ground and pinned him there, his gaze no longer on his victim and instead watching the truck pull up with the new ‘reqruite’. Only when the truck was put into park did Boss finally backed off from Pig and crossed his arms over his bare chest. The other boys joined the small group in sizing up the new kid as Pig remained on the ground, too scared of more abuse if he were to get up.

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“Make you?!”

Kenny grinned widely as he chased the other around the trees near the lake.

“Now I have to force you to give me a kiss?! The humanity!”

He shouted but from the seems of it Craig was a lot faster. Curse his small frame.

“Get back here”

“No!”

He said as he continued to run from him before climbing in to a tree and saw.

“Now I’m up this tree, so what are you going to do?” 

It was always such an agonizing wait for darkness to settle over West Park before Erica could don her gold spandex suit and pull her hair into her hard-shell mask to transform into: Lynx, Jewel Thief Extraordinaire. She gave her utility belt with it’s assortment of glittering throwing knives and zipped pouches one final tug to make sure it was on and then slinked out of her bedroom window.

Tonight she had decided on the town’s very own Kay Jewelers as her mark, simply because she didn’t feel like making the trek to the mall a few miles outside of town. She hopped from roof to roof until she landed on the jewelry store. Lynx studied the vent before prying it off and shimmying into the vent system. This wasn’t the first time she had stolen form this store and she knew the way to the security system by heart.

Once the alarms were shut down, Lynx eased out of the security room into the store floor with it’s glittering gemstones and glass cases. She patted down her utility belt for her flashlight. Not that she needed it to get around, her eyesight was above-par when it came to the dark, but it helped for picking the locks on the cases.

“Did I--ugh!” Lynx grumbled at the realization of no flashlight. She must have forgotten to put it back after her father borrowed it. There was only two things left she could do: smash the glass cases or turn on the lights.

Lynx had no hang-ups over smashing things to get to the goods, but this was a common place for her to steal from and so far the police hadn’t caught on. Usually they could recognize a Lynx theft by the amount of carnage she left behind and she really didn’t want to have the cops watch this place like they had started doing at her other hot spots.

It was getting late so people wouldn’t be out walking the streets. And if she was seen, she could just shadow travel it out of there. Lynx hated relying on her powers, but they did come in handy and it was more preferable than getting caught. With an annoyed huff, she switched on the lights and set to picking the lock of her favorite case: rubies.

She was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t hear the voices tittering away outside until the little bell jingled ans they walked in. Lynx froze and peered around from her crouched position to see a gaggle of younger high school kids. She recognized Isabelle and Kayden, but someone else was with them. She merged from behind the counter with a threatening sneer and a hand resting on one of her knives.

“Leave quietly and I won’t have to hurt you.”