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Post by Chrimien on May 28, 2011 14:40:39 GMT -5
Clyde Donovan of Elementary School, a cocky young boy with the attitude of someone popular who had the tendency to cry.
Clyde Donovan of Middle School, a not so cocky young preteen with almost no attitude of popularity who secluded himself from everyone save close friends.
Clyde Donovan of High School...Anti-social teenager, cries on occasion, sees the schools Counselor every day during his free period.
Yeah...thats him now. No longer the cocky boy with the crybaby moments. He had cut everyone from his life around Middle School save for a few people, people he trusted. The reason for his counseling? He had been raped in Middle School by none other then Trent Boyette and his gang. Why? Cause the blond felt like it thats why. That day he had told his mother, had gone home in tears of rivers, had told her...not to tell anyone else.
He had chosen his life as it was now, a small group of those trusted; His mother, Craig, Kenny and Token. Token knew what had happened, having heard Craigs ranting the first time Clyde told Criag. He kept silent about it before approaching Clyde himself, giving the male a hug. Clyde had decided to trust Token then as he cried. Ever since it had been those three that helped him until his Mother found a good Counselor.
Clyde liked this woman, she was patient, understanding and kind...She was also the only one that knew that Trent hadnt stopped his behavior, it had become an almost weekly thing for him to torment Clyde, and an every other month thing for a repeat performance. But no matter her suggestions he wouldnt seek to tell anyone, and she wouldnt make him.
Clydes self esteem had fallen down severely, he hated looking in the mirror, hated looking at himself even though he wasnt ugly. He had an average body, he wasnt thin like his three friends nor was he fat like Cartman. He was an average teen with an average body containing an average amount of body fat that gave his average body a bit more curve then a male needed; noticeable even under his baggy clothes. He had brown hair that always looked like bedhead no matter how he brushed it and blue-green eyes.
A new school term...a new year of torment for him.
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Post by annanova on May 28, 2011 21:31:49 GMT -5
Damiens immature cries of disapproval could be herd all throughout Hell the night before the new school year. He'd tried threatening his father, showing his father his faults in his plan, and even threatening to join a missionary, but none of it had put a kink in his father's strength. Shit knew where he got his reserves but Damien wished he had them.
He didn't exactly dread the day because of his social conditions, like he had when he was younger. As he grew up his classmates grew to like him more than hate him. It might have been from the fear that Damien radiated if only by the way he stared at others, or if it was by the fact that he'd grown handsomer ever day. He just hated going back to South Park. It was boring. Not only that, but it was where he'd experienced his first let down. A life in hell had pampered him, and he'd never expected disappointment. It had conditioned him to be fearful of the town.
But he'd never admit it.
Either way, he couldn't stand the thought of waking up at six every morning. Not to mention the homework along with the normal worries of every teenager. Shit, he hated having to learn the ways of humans.
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Post by Chrimien on May 28, 2011 22:57:44 GMT -5
The sun rose, he was already at his bus stop at this time, yawning slightly as he mentally went through his list of goings-ons for the day while looking at his set schedual. As always his free period would be spent with his counselor, Miss Sarafeen Vintner. He liked her, she was a good counselor. Yawning he folded his schedule up as Craig walked up with Kenny, both talking about something or another. It was only minutes before the bus arrived and they boarded.
About a 15-20 minute ride they arrived at the school, exiting off it and heading to the cafeteria where the crapass school breakfasts were waiting to be eaten. Sitting at the table already were the usual people. Stan talking to Kyle, Kyle ignoring Cartman to the best of his ability, Butters talking to Pip and Tweek drinking his coffee as Token tried to keep him as calm as possible.
This was his school life, the daily people. He walked past the group to the end of the table, ignoring the stares he sat by Token, folding his arms and placing his head down on them, already he could hear Kyle and Stan talking about him in whispers. He didnt care though, let them talk, only a few people knew and thats all he wanted.
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Post by annanova on May 28, 2011 23:17:21 GMT -5
"He's so weird," Stan muttered under his breath as Clyde walked by. He was more opt to gossip, seeing as his popularity made him a bit more of a douchebag than his constant companion Kyle.
The redhead glance at Clyde and nodded a bit, opening his mouth to add something else on to the statement before he was caught by surprise.
What neither of them had noticed was a dark boy, trying to submerge into the shadows of the cafeteria. He must have been doing a better job then he thought because when he put his arms dominantly around the redhead Kyle would have screamed if it weren't for a somewhat gentle hand shoving it's way into his mouth. He hadn't herd their conversation but he was almost sure as fuck it was about him. And he wasn't giving anyone a chance to fuck him over this time.
"I'd watch your next words Jew, they might be your last." He threatened as Stan stared at the male holding his best friend captive.
"Fart boy?" He asked and Kyle kicked his leg for fear of his life dangling in the Antichrist's hands. Damien instead chuckled.
"It's Damien. Not fart boy. I didnt even fucking fart. If you want to play a name calling game based on truth I can call you faggot. Now tell me why you're talking about me." His eyes scanned the room, hitting a frightened brunettes orbs and capturing them a second. Ah, fear.
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Post by Chrimien on May 29, 2011 3:09:20 GMT -5
"Oh! Hullo Damien!" Pip smiled and waved; clearly not effected by the darker male. Clyde's head was still down, having dozed off, a light snore escaping him "They weren't talking about you Damien, they were talking about Clyde" The blond smiled, unknowingly earning a glare from Token. Craig and Kenny had yet to enter the room but if they were there they probably would have smacked the poor blond upside his head.
As it was Pip was in a way defending Kyle by being himself, merely smiling at Damien as if it were the most natural thing in the world "Just about everyone talks about Clyde whether hes in the room or not" The blond frowned a bit at this "Its find of sad really, he didnt do anything to deserve it" Pip folded his arms over his chest in thought.
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Post by annanova on May 29, 2011 10:33:00 GMT -5
"Well something had to happen for everyone to talk behind his back." Damien said, letting Kyle loose who glared at him.
"And how do you know?" The redhead said with a cocky undertone. "What makes you think you can just come and know everyone's story?"
"I majored in sociology last year." Damien retorted. "And anyway. Everyone one knows that there has to be some reason for people to hate you. I might like this kid. Seems everyone hates him."
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Post by Chrimien on May 29, 2011 13:28:53 GMT -5
"Thats easy...he weirded out in Middle School, one day he stopped coming for a week and when he came back he was the jumpiest bitch next to an un-caffeinated Tweek" Cartman snickered "He's such a fuckin' pussy now its hilarious!" "Cartman your no much better, Wendy beat your ass in Elementary School and Craig beat your ass in Middle School....God only knows its gonna be Christophe next if you keep pissing him off" Token said, trying to change the subject from Clyde. These people didnt know, they didnt need to know unless Clyde wanted them to know, hell he had an inkling that maybe Christophe knew something more then these idiots. After all, most times he was oddly...well...he usually wasnt so tolerant with most people but he seemed to have limitless patience for Clyde, hell even Gregory did. Clyde found it beyond weird but not unwelcome, he knew everyone spoke about him for his choice in school to seclude, but for both Christophe and Gregory to treat him civilly was a wonder in its own.
Finding success as Cartman went on a rant Token argued back, stating that anybody could kick Cartmans ass, even Pip to which Pip denied greatly and from there the conversation went to Cartman relentlessly picking on Pip. A light sigh of relief left Token.
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Post by annanova on May 30, 2011 12:02:20 GMT -5
Damien sighed, already frustrated with school's petty dramas. He just couldn't force himself to truly give a fuck over who could beat up Cartman. Being Antichrist had a few quirks including the ability to make anyone or anything burn at a single thought. Bored with where the conversation was heading, he glanced around the room, looking for anything new to do. The conversation was getting a bit too distracting for him to even think straight, so Damien walked to silent area in the cafeteria, watching the students interact.
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Post by Chrimien on May 30, 2011 14:09:15 GMT -5
The bell for class rung, Clyde waking and, like every student there, getting up and walking to the doors leading from the cafeteria. The day went as so and soon enough it was his lunch period. Neither Kenny, Craig nor Token had the same lunch period as him but he knew by sense alone that he was carefully watched by Christophe and Gregory a table or so away. He sat, not eating, idly doodling in a notebook, writing a few things here and there but mostly doodling.
He didnt have the same artistic talents as Craig did but he was decent enough on his own if he wasnt bothered and had the time. It wasnt something he did often but anything he drew had a sort of poetic sadness to it, dark in a sad way. Sighing he placed his head on his arms, leaving the book open, he could hear the whispers surrounding him; especially from Stan's table. Sighing he was startled awake a brown paper bag dropped in front of him. Looking up with blue-green into the jade eyes of one Christophe and slate of one Gregory.
Giving them a confused look only had Gregory rolling his eyes and walking away. Christophe chuckled, following the blond male. Frowning Clyde reached for the bag but then stopped, deciding not to open it just yet...whatever it was.
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Post by annanova on May 31, 2011 15:04:48 GMT -5
As soon as Christophe and Gregory left, Damien was let loose into the terminal jungle that was the cafeteria. He glanced, looking for a quite corner to eat his lunch in peace. Sadly there was really no such thing. South Park may have been a small community but in response it was also a small building and all the tables were taken. Damien growled. He supposed he could eat with Stan and Kyle if he cared to hear the days gossip or Kyle ranting on about some bullshit that he really didn't care about, but he wasn;t sure if he could keep his food down had he chose this option.
Instead he all but threw his tray across from a boy doodling in a notebook. He wasn't there to vilify the boy, and instead slid as far from him as possible and scowled into his greasing pizza that had crust like cardboard and barley any cheese on the top. glancing through his hair he wondered what exactly was in the bag.
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Post by Chrimien on Jun 1, 2011 12:55:16 GMT -5
He jumped, having not expected it before sighing and erasing the line created by jumping mid doodle. He ignored the other for now like he was sure the other was ignoring him. Soon enough though a delicious smell from the bag began making itself known to the boy, he had been able to remain unhungry from the smell of the school food but whatever was in the bag smelled 10x better. His stomach agreed with a loud growl. He sighed, giving in as he reached for the bag, carefully unraveling it to reveal food and a note.
Blinking he took the note, two different types of handwriting on it, one was neat and slanted like it was literally written in italics, it had a slight flourish to it as well, reading 'Ma petite cerise pĂȘche, you dont eat enough....eat more, I will know if you have not eaten the contents of the bag...' Clyde rose a brow as a line down much neater looking cursive handwriting continued the note 'Now Christophe, no need for such words...though i question the beginning...anyway, Christophe and I have made you something we hope you will like seeing as the schools food is absolutely indigestible and just...well its not good...Enjoy the food then'
Clyde blinked at the words before setting the note down gently on his book and looking further into the bag to see some sort of homemade fruitcup thingie with whipcream and the whole shebang along with what looked like a few yummy looking yogurts. He smiled slightly before shaking his head. He knew though that they would know...so he might as well try right? After all they seemed sincere about it. Taking the fruitcup out of the bag he examined its goodness, from the pastry shell to the pudding and fruit. Leave it to the two to give him something healthy.
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Post by annanova on Jun 1, 2011 19:25:15 GMT -5
Damien watched with as much interest as Clyde, craning his head just a bit to see the contents better. As Clyde let the letter go into his book, Damien was able to catch the basic meaning of the words. The food looked more appetizing than what Damien was poking a fork into and for a second he wondered if he should take it. Deciding not to, since this might be his only chance to get a friend. Instead a barley audible murmur came from his lips. "They you're friends?"
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Post by Chrimien on Jun 1, 2011 21:01:27 GMT -5
He flinched slightly as he was suddenly talked to, having not expected it before calming "Um...not really...honestly I dont know why they do what they do...but...I like it better then what everyone else does..." He shrugged slightly "They like to over do it though..." He looked to the other male before looking away "If you want...you can have the yogurt...theres like...4 or 5 of them in there"
He looked to the note again, examining the two different styles of writing. Hed avoided all language classes on his schedule so he had no idea what the French male had written in his native language.
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Post by annanova on Jun 2, 2011 19:09:12 GMT -5
Damien gave a small nod and let the other slid the food over to him at the opposite side of the table. He moved slow as if next to an animal ready to run away, but he could see that the other was having similar animalistic instincts. So Damien didn't move an inch closer, and he kept his voice quiet, low, and calm as he talked. He glanced at Clyde who looked perplexed at the note he handed over.
"Do you want me to clear it up?" He asked. "I can... if you want..."
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Post by Chrimien on Jun 2, 2011 22:43:07 GMT -5
"Can you?" His head tilted slightly "I just dont understand the first part....its the only part written in French" He chuckled slightly, nervously. He'd never really talked to anyone before really cause generally everyone in the school was an ass save for the few he knew. He didnt know why he was even talking to the new kid, he generally just ignored anyone talking to him.
He summed it up to the other being new so he wouldnt know about Clydes 'weirdness' as others liked to put it.
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