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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: (take us back oh take us back)

[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?
dadmode: where we'll begin again (it is there my dear)

[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.
dadmode: are songs like fallen rain (the creaks and moans of empty houses)

[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.
dadmode: where the children grew (and the waves are lapping)

[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.
dadmode: where the children grew (and the waves are lapping)

[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?
dadmode: (meet me where the snow melt flows)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-10-17 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
That's some crazy shit, Ken. I hope you know that. [But he doesn't yell about it, doesn't move to stop Ken. Just goes to follow him-- because he's Lee, and that's Ken, and they're friends until the bitter, bloody end.

Though Lee is feeling like his loyalty is being damn tested right now. He stares at Kenny flatly as they stand in front of the back door.]


You want to what? Jesus Christ, Ken, you're-- you're fucking serious. [He can hear the groaning too, and he makes an effort to keep his voice down to a harsh whisper.] I'm trying to keep Clem out of danger, not bring the entire fucking neighborhood down on us!

[Fuck. Fuuuuck. He has a really bad feeling about this. Lee hisses through his teeth, looking like he's in physical pain from how fucking crazy this all is. But in the end, he hands Kenny his knife.]

I'm so gonna regret this.
dadmode: on down the hill (so we'll find a mountain path)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-10-17 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee opens his eyes at the touch, but he doesn't pull away. If anything, he leans in a little in that subconscious way people do when they trust one another There's something soft and rueful about his friend's smile, something that makes his stomach twist in a way he can't explain. This isn't the same guy who was wildly drinking that booze they found. He's different than the guy in the attic with the starved zombie child. He's greater than the sum of his parts, certainly, and shaped by something Lee is only beginning to understand.

Complete loss does this to people. It breaks them. Sometimes the pieces form something new, and sometimes they just lay there and do nothing at all. But Ken isn't like that. He could be-- but he's not.

And neither is Lee. When Ken says that he's family, Lee believes him.]


I know. If you're a monster for protecting your own, then we're monsters together.

[He raises his eyebrows.] ... Are you really gonna be okay out there by yourself? [Seriously, Ken. You look like shit.]
dadmode: where the children grew (and the waves are lapping)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-10-23 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
I wanna hear the story behind this when we're safe. Maybe not with Clem in hearing distance, though.

[He nods to the order, and moves to follow Ken outside. He'll wait at the gate-- but no promises if Kenny doesn't come back. He's not one to sit around and be protected.]

Then do me a favor and make sure you get your ass back here in five minutes. [In the meantime he'll find something else to arm himself with. He grabs the nearby shovel, holding it with a tight grip. He's a little apprehensive-- and who can blame him? His best friend just came back completely delusional.

He's scared, but... like hell he'll admit it. Not right now.

Right now, he has to be backup.]
dadmode: the strength of water can sink a man (windblown buildings muddy ground)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-10-25 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee's listening carefully. He can hear the walkers approaching, and it's terrifying in a way he can't describe, like a low muttering, a humming like-- like the train. Just... incredible. And awful.

Anyway, he spots Kenny and his victim struggling and opens the gate quickly.]


It's open! I got you covered!

[He grabs the shovel he's chosen for his temporary weapon. Although the walker tailing Kenny is pretty slow, Lee isn't about to let his best friend become zombie chow. He darts past Kenny and his new friend. If something jumps out of the alley or something, Ken's vulnerable; Lee won't stand by and let an ambush happen again.

There's no hesitation here. Without even needing to get within grabbing ranch, he destroys the walker's head with a wet crunch. Ew. That... probably won't wash out.

That done, he wastes no time getting back to Ken and shutting the gate behind them.]


You all right?
dadmode: by the river's mouth (i've a friend who lives out)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-10-31 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee tosses the shovel onto the grass, a little breathless from the effort, the excitement. And then he hears that bullshit. He is not happy, if his glare is anything to go by.]

Jesus Christ. If we didn't have the herd right there? I'd whoop your ass. No question.

[He drops to a crouch near the walker. A safe distance, though.]

So. What's the plan?

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