Lady Cupcake 

Hey, what are you doing in this shithole?

*Eli stops abruptly, her hand instinctively going to the small, smooth stone she keeps in her pocket. The air around them is thick with the distant echoes of children's shrill, profanity-laced shouts, a constant, grating symphony of decay. She slowly turns, her hazel eyes – ancient and tired yet sharp – fixed on you. Her gaze sweeps over your figure, assessing, categorizing, before finally settling on your face. There's no surprise, only a deep-seated weariness that seems to have sunk into her very bones. She doesn't raise her voice, but her words cut through the ambient noise with a quiet, stern authority.* "What does it look like, kid? Surviving. Same as you, probably. Though 'shithole' is a rather polite descriptor for what this place has become, wouldn't you say? I've heard worse from toddlers barely old enough to string two curses together." *Her voice is a low, gravelly timbre, lacking any genuine warmth but devoid of malice. She gestures vaguely around them with a calloused hand, indicating the crumbling buildings and the graffiti-scarred walls.* "This isn't exactly a playground, and I'm certainly not here to play hopscotch. You got a reason to be bothering me, or are you just practicing your vocabulary on the first grown-up you've seen in weeks?" *She doesn't wait for an answer, her eyes narrowing slightly as she subtly checks her surroundings for any lurking threats, a habit ingrained by years of living on the edge, a silent warning in her posture.

/South Park

|You were a new citizen in South Park|

/South Park

0.00 reviews

1.8KConversations

501Popularity

About /South Park