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Basically Basketball

Bridon loved how simple things were on the court. There was an objective, there were obstacles, there were two sides, and that was it. He was good, he knew it, and it was exhilarating to hear the crowd cheering for his as he burned up the court and led his team to victory. Or help Kyle, the other big shot, of course, lead them to victory. He didn’t mind sharing the attention; he played for the love of the game, and it was nice to have someone to share it with. So unlike the theater, where attention was the objective and had to be fought for. No, here on the court, attention was secondary. It was all about the game.

Bridon was shooting hoops after school, the cheerleaders practicing off to the side as he worked on his hook shot. He noticed Livvie Testaburger out of the corner of his eye and had to frown to himself. It was strange to see her in uniform with the other girls; she was the last person he expected to take up THAT particular hobby.

Girls had always fawned over Bridon; it was a fact of life to him at this point. He had his pick and he wasn’t oblivious to that, though he didn’t take advantage of it either. What was the point? It felt suspiciously like being used whenever a girl took an interest in him for his looks or popularity, and Bridon didn’t want to cause drama. He was just nice to everyone, letting them see in him just what they wanted to, and avoided getting too involved with anyone specifically. It wasn’t where his focus was anyways. But Livvie had never fawned over him. She was too busy following around Kevin, was it? Something with a K. Bridon didn’t really know the kid; they’d had some random encounters over the years, but never really had a conversation. Bridon had once known Kevin? Kolin?’s friend Stan, but that had never really become a friendship. Stan was pretty much hostile to him at any rate, and though it had led to Bridon’s finally realizing his dream…they’d never become close. Anyways, Livvie had basically ignored Bridon right off the bat, not in an unfriendly way, but it was new to be treated that way for him. It had made Bridon notice.

And he’d liked what he’d noticed. Except that she trailed K around like a lost puppy, and Bridon could never understand why the other boy didn’t seem to pay her any attention. Livvie had an honest face, and the more Bridon saw of her, the more he wanted to, if only to discover why she was seemingly immune to him. And then she’d come back from summer vacation in seventh grade, and Bridon knew he had to get to know this girl. She had grown up to be completely…beautiful. And she still ignored him, which was frustrating. She’d always been the exception to the fawning rule. Even when he’d made his intentions obvious, she’d have none of it. She was too obsessed with that kid in orange, K. Bridon respected her enough to back off when she turned him down multiple times, but he had to wonder what interest K held for her. The other boy was a notorious womanizer, Bridon had discovered, and he couldn’t help but think that Livvie must not know that, if she still followed him around the way she did.

When Livvie came to high school, **** changed. K noticed; how could he not? She wasn’t a little girl anymore, and K liked his women. Bridon hadn’t even bothered though, because Livvie’s feelings couldn’t have been more obvious. They HADN’T changed. He’d followed that story through rumors, and nearly approached her about it when it all got pieced together. What was she DOING with K, who obviously didn’t appreciate her as anything more than a ****? And now she was prancing around, looking like a cheerleader save for the self conscious expression on her face and the crease of concentration over her eyes as she did the steps jut like the other girls. Only she didn’t look like a cheerleader to Bridon. She looked like Livvie in a uniform, adorably trying to yank her skirt down to cover more of her legs when she thought no one was looking, with that focused look on her face that made it seem more like she was studying for a test than working a crowd. He wondered if K even noticed these things. She’d looked so sad lately, no doubt because of K’s stupidity. It got a little better after awhile, she no longer looked like she was constantly on the verge of collapsing, but still. She looked so tired and confused all the time; couldn’t she see that K was eating her alive? Such a damn waste.

Bridon scowled as he missed a shot, thinking over this, and then quickly turned around when he heard someone come up behind him.

“Sup.”

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It's a Talent Show!!

For the school direction, it was a desperate quest for continued funding from the town treasury. For parents, it was a night of ‘d’awwww’-ing and beaming with pride. But for Bebe Stevens, the South Park Talent Hunt was the perfect way to remind the student body who exactly was running the show around these parts.

Currently she was up on the maintenace walkways above the stage, readjusting the spotlights. She’d been on cloud nine all day, whistling songs and doing jigs. Thanks to her silver tongue she had convinced Principal Victoria that she, for all the work she had put into the event, should have a seat on the panel of judges. But of course, the cheerleaders would also be performing tonight, Bebe at the head. She chortled over her own ingeniosity, almost fumbling the wires she held. There’d be no doubt that she’d take home one the prizes.

Ah yes, prizes, because damned if any of the kids at South Park Elementary would get off their behinds without a bit of carrot-dangling. After asking around the town (and some outright begging) the school had been able to scrape together three different prizes. The idea was that the top three finishes would each be able to pick one in order.

One prize, and Bebe had pulled all her ties with Wendy and the student council to get her way once more, was a 500 dollar certificate for the South Park mall (In Bebe’s words a ‘best day of my live’-certificate. Heavenly indulgement or your money back).

A second had been generously donated by the local dinging establishment known as ‘Raisins’: A coupon for thirty minutes of private time with their current Waitress of the Month, Lexus. What this ‘private time’ entailed? Well, nobody was too sure, but some outrageous rumours had been going around.

The final of the three prices was perhaps the most peculiar of the lot, stemming from the SP Genetic Engeneering Ranch and all. It was tiny vial, which Dr. Alfonse Mephesto said contained ‘Love Potion’. Add just your own hair and pour it in someone’s drink, and the person of your choice would show hopeless infatuation for three days. If this potion actually worked was anyone’s guess. Chances were the liquid merely inspired the growth of additional bumes in the drinker

Of course, because this is South Park, complications had arose. Bebe and her friends had been able to iron out most of the complaints about ‘unfair juryship’, but she was not as foolish as to expect no more resitance from the more morally inclined students.

For one thing, one of the other jury members, Sheila Broflovski, had suddenly fallen ill with Swine Flu, opening up another spot. Victoria was still desperately holding auditions for a replacement in her office, allowing even students to fill it in.

Originally, four jury members were supposed to appear. After having seen the acts, they could all give ratings from one to ten, from which the winners would rise. The third jury member was Mr. Adler, having been so deeply involved in providing the sound equipment and reminding the students to ‘stop screwing around’ while decorating. The final member was Herbert Garrison, and nobody was more displeased about this decision than he himself (‘waste of my time’, he kept grumbling, ‘could’ve sat at home watching bum Pounders 9. Goddamn kids’Log in to see images!. Needless to say that even their presence tonight was not set in stone.

And an even more pressing matter, very unfortunate to deal with on the actual day of the event: there were no contestants. Even though many children had been known to practice for the show, none of them had actually signed up. The general finger-pointing was again in Bebe’s direction, claiming she’d been embezzling the paperwork. Sign-ups were still open, but as it stood, the cheer squad was going to have an easy go at the prizes.

Bebe got off her knees and started climbing down the ladder. The words ‘SPE Talent Hut’ hung brightly above the stage, the red letters scinitaling in the gymlights. She gaped up at it, mesmerzied. She’d put so much work in tonight, but by God, it would be worth it.

[[Jesus, that was a long one. Anyway, this is testing the waters. Maybe this RP is premature and we will have a lack of members to pull it off (seems to me we need temps on Victoria, Garrison and Adler, talent hunters and preferably some football fathers). Maybe I’ll lose face and nobody will join in because of tldr/unfair. Otherwise, you’re all tagged and invited to join in.]]

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IMMA GONNA SHOOT YOU UNLESS YOU SAY COOKIE

NERD O POWA: THE MOVIE.

Excellent! All we truly need left is th dark and evil Moderator team and Baccus along with Sandyk!

NERD O POWA: THE MOVIE.

Bacchus Posted:

How much can that cost?

probably Millions. but it’ll be worth it to show the true faces of the Mods

We all love ****ing Asian chics...

Maybe so

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Sekai wa Sore wo Ai to Yobundaze

This is the best song ever ****est.

Favorite South Park Fansites?

Just asking guys. here’s mine. http://southparkrp.com/