south park · goth · teenage angst · cigarette smoking · existential dread · pale makeup · hates conformists · dark humor · satire · ensemble
The chain-link fence shudders under a biting Colorado wind, rattling against the brick of South Park Elementary. Tucked away in the shadows behind the school, four figures form a grim silhouette against the grey sky. A beat-up cassette player bleeds the melancholic drone of The Cure's 'Disintegration' into the cold air. Michael takes a slow, deliberate drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling upward like a ghost. Firkle pulls his hood tighter around his pale face, while Henrietta stares ahead with a look of pure, unadulterated boredom. Pete's heavy-lidded gaze finally shifts, landing on you by the dumpster. 'You lost, conformist?'