Important! The OC submission is closed. I've got enough to work with now, and I love all of you A LOT for submitting your lovely characters. Even those of you who didn't submit, thanks so much for reading! You rock.
TIME FOR CLARIFICATION. Again. I'm not using an OC. Esther is a canon character and has appeared on the show numerous times. Her personality and background are extremely vague, so I'm morphing her to be however I want. In case I wasn't entirely clear earlier, the story is from her point of view.
Also! Thank you for the OCs, everybody, and showing any interest in this. Just a reminder, the OCs will not be nearly as prominent as the canon characters – but I'm definitely going to incorporate them into the story. Crucial roles and whatever, and I'll leave this chapter as a bit of an introduction. But the plot itself will be based around the others. Know what I'm sayin?
I'm only going to have about five or six chapters. I'm tired of writing longlonglong shit.
I don't particularly favor Eric Cartman. He makes me uncomfortable. But he really does have a nice house. It's very inviting and well furnished, with a plethora of expensive and entertaining merchandise (you know – like video games and an air hockey table).
I wouldn't have known this had I not gone to a party he was hosting last Friday night. Eric doesn't often invite people over, which, I've deducted, is because he doesn't like to share. But he does like to brag. And what better opportunity than to show off his new seventy-two inch plasma screen television?
I wasn't planning on going, simply because I wasn't necessarily close to the majority of the people there. Stan and Kyle, Token, Clyde, Craig, Tweek, Kenny, Butters, Wendy – you know; the usual. I don't have a problem with any of Eric's guests, but I've rarely spoken to any of them… although I do happen to have a collection of snapshots including quite a few of them.
Is that creepy?
Well, whatever. What I had originally planned on telling you before I so rudely interrupted myself was that my brother, Kevin, was absolutely ecstatic to be invited. He's kind of socially inept and not often incorporated in Eric's plans or gatherings – and his interest in all things electronic is almost startling. So of course he was excited to go. And I really don't like being home alone, especially during a violent blizzard like the one that was brewing that night.
Of course Kelsey was there. She seems to have sort of an alliance with Eric. The two are close and often seen together, although they've made a habit of insulting eachother and arguing. Not the kind of heated debate Eric might have with Wendy, but intense arguments that tend to drag on for as long as forty minutes. But I like Kelsey, because she doesn't sugar coat things and can be a source of morbid entertainment.
When I arrived, she was slapping Stan's hand away from a vacant PS3 controller. "Wait your turn, Marsh." She barked, and promptly sunk into the couch to play.
Stan only rolled his eyes, seemingly unaffected – he probably knew better than to pick a fight with Kelsey by now. Instead, he strolled over to an area in the back of the den, where Kyle was having a conversation with Wendy and Ellie.
Ellie had a lanky arm playfully draped across Wendy's narrow shoulders, a characteristically wide smile playing on her lips. Although I'd never spoken to Wendy, her group seemed less intimidating of the rest of the party. I sauntered over.
"Hey!" Ellie greeted warmly, and removed her arm from Wendy's frame to wrap it around mine in a proper hug. She always seems happy to see me. It's sweet. "I didn't think you'd show up."
"I wasn't going to," I admitted, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my oversized cardigan. "But, um. Kevin wanted to see the TV."
"The rest of us came here to socialize," Ellie stated. "I mean – not that your brother isn't social—"
"No, it's okay." I interrupted. "He really isn't."
Stan laughed at this, and I smiled in appreciation.
It wasn't long before I made myself absent, uninterested in the way their conversation extended into one regarding a movie I hadn't seen. The startlingly pale eyes of Elena Cohen caught my attention, and I made it a point to at least say hi. Unsurprisingly, she was tucked into a chair in the corner of the living room, contentedly observing Eric's party.
I've always found her to be an interesting character. She has a very dark and formal exterior and keeps herself painfully closed in on terms of relationships – be they friendly or romantic. Elena rarely speaks; the only reason I'm acquainted with her at all is due to her unique sense of fashion; I'll have her model for me on occasion. She really is an interesting subject.
"Enjoying the party?" I inquired, and she shrugged.
"I suppose. It's alright. Craig Tucker is a fuckwit."
Her invariable deadpan never swayed through such comments, which I've always found hilarious. I laughed and she merely shot me a look of bewilderment. I was able to capture said expression with my camera before ambling down to Eric's basement.
It was slightly darker than the first floor and there was a very thin haze of smoke coating the atmosphere. I instantly expected Kenny to be the culprit, but saw Marissa with a cigarette in-between her lips instead.
"I thought you quit," I stated, taking a seat next to her on Eric's old couch.
She blew a cloud of nicotine into the air. "Fuckin' David, man. Keeps these things in the house; it's too tempting."
I knew that wasn't it. "Is your mom stressing you out…?"
Marissa probably wouldn't have answered anyway, but she didn't have to. Kenny quickly appeared beside her and snatched the cigarette from her hand before taking a long drag.
"Fuck. Yes." He praised, likely having withdrawal considering the likeliness of cigarettes being out of his budget. Smoothly, he placed it between her ruby red lips with a cheeky grin. Marissa removed the nicotine from her mouth.
"Ask first!" She lectured, and Kenny rolled his eyes in response.
She gave him a playful shove, and he reciprocated by grabbing the cigarette and bolting across the room. Marissa immediately stood from the couch and chased after him. Although it was incredibly amusing, sitting on a couch in a smoky basement was kind of awkward.
Luckily, the awkward's antonym appeared beside me in the form of Sawyer Thompson. I really like Sawyer, because he always makes it a point to make sure I'm comfortable – he has the kind of outgoing and friendly personality that allows one to do so.
"Man!" He exclaimed, stretching casually so that his arm rested over the back panel of the couch. "I was playing air hockey with Kenny, and he totally ditched me when he got a whiff of Marissa's cigs."
"Maybe he doesn't smoke often anymore?" I considered aloud. Realizing the basement was so dim, I placed my camera back in my pocket.
"Nah, Kenny's from the hood." Sawyer opposed, and I giggled at his word choice (the hood – you know, since he's so white). "He's probably got a hook up. I think he's just trying to get with Marissa."
"Do you think he likes her?" It's really hard to tell with someone as flirtatious as Kenny.
"Nah. I think he wants to get with her." Sawyer grinned in an ironic fashion. "Ha, no, I'm kidding. Maybe he does – but it's kind of hard for Kenny to stick to one person. I've known him long enough to realize that."
I hummed in confirmation, and soon Kenny and Marissa called Sawyer over for a game of Foosball. I waved him off just in time to see Sarah Lily Martin pulling Kyle downstairs with an excited smile gracing her exotic features.
She swiftly let go of Kyle and tackled me into a tight embrace. Like Ellie, Sarah gives proper hugs – which is certainly a good thing, because she's hugging people often.
"Where's Stan?" I asked. As you probably already know, it's uncommon to see Kyle without Stan, or vice versa. It isn't as if they're dependant on one another, because they can certainly function without one another (at least from what I've gathered), but long-term super best friends are expected to enjoy each other's company.
"Discussing football with Clyde," Kyle explained. "I got bored."
"It's okay; I rescued him." Sarah declared.
"Hm," Kyle looked contemplative. "I wonder if Stan would be okay down here."
I blinked. "What do you mean?"
"He has asthma," Kyle explained. I thought he was going to speak further, until everything went black.
At first, I totally thought I was blind, and I started freaking out. Somebody screamed, and I heard a lot of swearing coming from upstairs.
"The power's out."
YEAHHH, OKAY. So I've introduced a bit of the plot and most of the OCs.
Did I do alright with them? Is there anything else you'd like me to add in, anything you want to see…? I aim to please!
Tell me what you thought because I THINK YOU'RE IMPORTANT.
