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Kenny ([personal profile] enervated) wrote in [community profile] derogation2014-08-06 01:43 pm

STEALING A PAGE FROM SCRIBBLES' BOOK AND OFFERING OPTIONS

[OPTION A: LONG DEAD WINTER]

[Walking Dead universe, here. Virginia in winter. And up near the mountains, to boot. Not the best place to be, but sometimes you're forced to play the hand you're dealt. And the cold slows down the dead, so there are worse places one could be.

It's just about the only 'good' thing that has happened to Kenny in the past week, and even then, the 'good' it is is highly up for debate. Though honestly, the bad is still stacked high, especially now. A herd separated the group and he's just trudging on through the cold streets trying to locate even ONE of the group. He'd prefer Clementine, if he had to think about it, but he wouldn't turn down Mike. Or even Bonnie. Luke... Luke, well, Luke- he doesn't want to encounter Luke, the fucking turd. Kenny's already chalked this fuckup to Luke, the boy's as bad as fucking BEN, and that takes some real talent. Some real, real talent.

He just keeps moving; a true figure of depressed, PTSD determination stalking his way through the cold, mostly empty streets. One hand on his firearm, the other on a knife. Firearm for survivors. Knife for the dead. To say he's prepared to stop anything that might slow him down from getting back with the group is an understatement.

Man, fuck this town though, how the hell is he supposed to find anybody here?]


[OPTION B: AN UNFAMILIAR PLACE]

[Your character's universe.

The last thing he remembered was the showdown against the fucking Russians. Russians. In Virginia. Of all the things. The kid in the leg brace pointed the finger at them for something they hadn't done, ambushed the lot of them. And then when Kenny fired his gun - Clementine called for help and he had given it without hesitation - they assumed he was firing at them instead of putting down someone who deserved a better life than what had unfolded. The Russians began firing at all of them, and in turn they (Mike, Bonnie, Luke, Kenny) began shooting as well.

He had one of the sons of bitches right in his sights.

And now he was here. On the ground. It didn't feel cold, and he didn't feel DEAD. Slowly, he opened his one working eye.

This... was not a cold, snowy road outside of some town in Virginia.]


Oh shit...

[OPTION C: BLIND LEADING BLIND]

[Wildcard. You get to make up the shit here, it could totally be anything.]
dadmode: are songs like fallen rain (the creaks and moans of empty houses)

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[personal profile] dadmode 2014-08-30 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck, Ken. What happened to you?

[Seriously, he looks like shit. Kenny might notice that he's back in that house. The one where they had to dig up the dog. The boat. All of that. Omid and Christa are talking quietly upstairs. Vernon is already gone with the boat, damn him, and Ben and Clem are in the kitchen.

That leaves Lee and Kenny in the parlor, Ken in particular on the couch, with Lee hovering over him.

But not too close. Because he doesn't want to get punched in the jaw.]


You look like someone beat the shit out of you. Christa cleaned it up, but... Jesus.
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[personal profile] dadmode 2014-08-30 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now that he has a better view of Kenny's face, he's thinking something along the lines of, 'Dude, you need a shave too.' But he doesn't say it, because it feels a bit out of place. Kenny looks like he's been beaten within an inch of his life.]

I should've stopped you. When you charged off like that, I thought you'd come back in five minutes. But then you come back after half a night looking like this...

[He shakes his head, holds out a water bottle.] Here, you need it more than I do.

Who's the son of a bitch who did it? Did you see him? ['Cause Lee is pissed.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2014-08-30 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
What? [Very intelligent, Lee. Seriously though, this makes about as much sense as there being a zombie apocalypse. And having some cancer survivors beat the shit out of them.] You sure as hell didn't look like this two days ago. Guess you got hit pretty hard out there.

[He watches Kenny start to tear up. He figures it's just Kenny realizing he's alive after being beaten within an inch of his life. He sighs and puts the water bottle down.]

... You wanna talk about it?
dadmode: where we'll begin again (it is there my dear)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-08-30 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lee chalks Kenny's emotional-ness up to being... well... Kenny. He lost Katjaa and Duck just a couple days ago. It makes sense for him to be upset. And then he gets the shit beaten out of him? Like, yeah, no wonder he's fucking lost it. Lee is pretty patient though, being the cool-tempered best friend. He'll let Kenny cry on him, if he needs to.

However, he's not expecting that to pop out of his mouth. Lee stares at Kenny for a long moment, not quite comprehending. Was that a threat? No-- Kenny didn't sound angry. Just sad, frustrated, defeated maybe.]


What the hell is wrong with you? I'm not dead.

[That's not funny. And the worst thing is, Kenny wouldn't joke about this shit.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2014-08-31 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee's just trying to process this. Kenny got hit really fuckin hard and now he's saying he's from two years in the future, where Lee is dead. Having his own mortality thrown in his face is pretty fucked up. He wants to be there for Clem always, but he knows-- he knows the chances of it are fairly small. After all, he's done some pretty stupid shit to protect everyone.

He rubs at the bridge of his nose.]


You dreamed all that up, Ken. You're fine. I'm fine. Vernon-- the bastard-- he took the boat while we were out, but we're all here.

I'm not slapping sense into you. Not while you're looking like that.
dadmode: on down the hill (so we'll find a mountain path)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-08-31 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee looks at him seriously.]

Ken. It's not like I'm paying attention to your personal hygiene. It's the apocalypse. We got bigger things to worry about, you know?

[He reaches out to take Kenny gently by the shoulders. His sleeves are rolled up. He is clearly, most definitely, not bitten.]

I'm not going to die. I mean, eventually, but not anytime soon. I hope. So get that idea out of your head before Clem hears you.
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[personal profile] dadmode 2014-08-31 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee listens patiently, as always. He is the best friend an overemotional guy can have. His mouth turns downward as Kenny goes on. This sounds more like a confession of a dying man than someone trying to like, vent about his crazy dream.

But he keeps his hands steady, warm and real.]


Ken...

[Jesus Christ, he's been through some stuff. Lee can tell that much at a glance. It's not right for him to get knocked on the head, and then cmeshit like everyone's dead-- it's not.

When he's quiet enough that Lee can sort of talk him through it, he starts.]


I'm sorry about... whatever dream you had. But you just saw me three hours ago. Ben didn't fall from anywhere. You never left me or Clem. [He smiles halfway.] I mean it. You're the best damn friend anyone could have.

So don't go feeling bad for stuff that never happened, all right?
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[personal profile] dadmode 2014-09-01 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lee looks at him for a long moment. Whatever Kenny's seen, real or not, has obviously fucked him up. And good. He glances around, trying to think of something that might-- might help things.

Water? No. Food? Probably not, though he's considering it anyway because a little food never hurt anybody and Kenny has a way of skipping meals to help out the littler folk.]


Well, whatever it is, I guess we'll just have to wait 'til it passes.

["I don't want to say you're crazy but you're crazy."

He reaches around the side of the couch, finds that whiskey bottle.]


I, uh... I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, but if you want a drink, there's still some left.
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[personal profile] dadmode 2014-09-12 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lee pauses, but he takes the bottle, gives it a swallow. He's not gonna turn down a drink with his pal. And honestly, he feels like he needs it after finding Kenny half-dead in a fucking parking lot.

Well. Okay. Even he knows he doesn't need it, but this is some pretty detailed hallucination on Kenny's part, and Lee feels like it will only get worse in the telling.]


The only place you're going is to bed. Just... don't make any sudden movements. God knows you could fall on a table and lose your other eye. [A very sad attempt at humor, there.] Can't have that; your aim is probably fucked as it is.

[He offers the bottle back to Kenny.]

Clem needs you here, too. And me. So take care of yourself, all right?
dadmode: on down the hill (so we'll find a mountain path)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-09-23 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee watches Kenny quietly, sort of feeling him out as it were. Kenny is still Kenny, but there seems to be something... else. Like there's some kind of darkness, some crazy edge he can't really see. And he supposes he's not surprised. Kenny lost everything. Everything. But it's just a real sudden change, and that combined with the eye injury worries Lee a lot.

But Kenny's tone steadies and it's a joking one, much to Lee's surprise.]


Hey, man. I don't always fall on my ass.

[A beat.]

Sometimes I fall on my face.
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[personal profile] dadmode 2014-10-02 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lee blinks back. The silent stare is held just long enough to be uncomfortable.]

That's a little sudden, [he says, trying some attempt at levity.] But I've been thinking about that, too. The town's basically picked clean.

[He doesn't want to say that it's a death trap, but it's a death trap. Thankfully, Kenny seems to be of the same opinion. And considering Kenny was just deposited ass-over-head in a parking lot as walker bait, maybe his point of view isn't so strange after all.

Lee's lips form a line. He leans forward, drops his voice a couple notches.]


Ken. Did you-- see something out there?

[Because even if he's fuckin' flat out crazy, Lee still has his back, somehow.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2014-10-04 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Holy fuck! [So much for whispering. He believes Kenny right away, even if Kenny knows he's crazy and Lee has been treating him sort of like he's crazy too. You don't fuck with that. You don't make shit like that up.

You just don't.]


Oh my God. That's-- that's not a herd. That's a fucking massacre. Jesus Christ.

[He drops his head into his hands.]

How are we supposed to get out? Vernon took the fucking boat. There's nothing left.

[And here he thought they could take a nice midafternoon stroll and just not come back. No. Fuck no. Staying here is definitely not an option. Not with fucking two thousand walkers pouring into the city.]

Maybe... Shit. Maybe we can go back down into the sewers. Head north, pop out at the edge of town and just... make a run for it. Shit. I told Clem we'd look for her parents, but... shit.

We are so fucked.
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[personal profile] dadmode 2014-10-08 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Thank God. Whenever one falls, the other helps him up. That's how it's always been. Lately it's been Lee doing the helping, what with Kenny losing his family and everything. The man's bereft of everything he got out of the city with. But here he is, pulling some reserve of strength from somewhere. Even if it's the singleminded, bullheaded sort of shit-- it works. It's seen them through before.

Even if he's talking madness, Lee still takes him seriously. Maybe it was a bad dream, whatever. He's gonna keep justifying whatever he can if it means getting Clem out alive. He knows it's stupid to trust a guy who apparently thinks he's done all this before, but, fuck, it's Kenny. As long as he tells Lee what's going on, Lee will make his own judgments about the situation.

He rubs at his temples.]


I have no idea how you know this shit, but at this point I don't want to know. Whatever happened between a couple hours ago and me finding you... It obviously fucked you up. Whatever it was.

[He gets up.]

We can't just fly outta here, Ken. What's your idea?

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