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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.]

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[Kenny's face wrenches slightly with distaste that isn't what he MEANT-]

You know I didn't mean it that way, Lee. Just, you know, fingers ain't exactly great for picking a lock. Neither is a pipe if we wanna be quiet.

[But the knife might work so he extends his hand out, still crouched.]

Give it here. I'll see what I can do with this.

Edited (coughs violently) 2015-05-30 01:44 (UTC)

I know you didn't. Just givin' you a hard time. [He smiles lightly and passes him the knife, hilt first. The thing is surprisingly strong. He knows he can probably unjam the lock with it, but he doesn't want to shove Kenny aside and... prove that yes, he actually does know how to pick a lock...]

Jesus, you really did grow your hair out. Gonna have to put it in pigtails like Clem here soon.

[Kenny looks over his shoulder at Lee. His expression is mock offended.]

My hair's fine.

[Its hanging down over his eyes.

But with his defense of his shaggy mess of hair, he turns back to the door, prodding at the lock and the area around it with a knife. He's picked up some more skills on busting doors open since Lee died. He just usually doesn't use a knife to do it, but it shouldn't be a problem.]

You try to put me in pigtails, and I'll shave off that sad attempt you call a beard when you're asleep.

[It's good to banter and be sort of... teasing with him. He's throwing himself fully into his decision, that this is real, that Lee is alive. He's always been a little good at acting when he needs to be. And so he is, so he doesn't stay a mess. It helps, too, that it's partially genuine.]

[Clem's giggling somewhere even as she keeps watch. She's glad that whatever tension that was between Ken and Lee has... eased somewhat. Things have not been good lately.

Lee narrows his eyes but he's still playful if anything.] Don't you dare. It took me years to perfect this trim.

I'll get Clem to braid flowers in yours when you pass out.

[Kenny snorts, working diligently on the door.]

Oh, that how it's gonna be? Two against one?

[And the lock busts open.]

Got it!

Picking on the guy with one eye. I've sunk to a new low.

[He holds his hand out for his knife, since he's barehanded otherwise. Not that he'd hesitate to fight off a zombie with his fists if he had to.]

Now let's see what's in there. Clem, stay close.

[When Kenny stands, he presses the knife into Lee's hand. Not like draw blood presses it but it bein all sideways and shit. Hilt to Lee, Kenny's fingers on the blade.

He hefts his pipe in his hands. He looks good with a melee weapon, it seems to suit him more than a gun, though he can sport a mean profile with one. The way he holds it too implies a strong familiarity with fighting with these sorts of things. It's clear he's done a lot more fighting up close than he's done shooting, now. Years worth of it.]

Probably a few walkers. We still smell like them, so we can get the jump on them easy. Quick and clean.

[He leads the way in. The place is... pretty dusty, still a mess. But it hasn't been ruined by the elements, by rain or animals. Locks and electric doors made work of that. Kenny's figuring that after the outbreak, the panic of most of the people who were here fleeing... whoever was left probably tried to barricade themselves in. Wait it out.

Those're the walkers he's expecting.]

[Lee's careful not to cut the shit out of Kenny when he takes his knife back. He follows Kenny in, keeping his knife close, as Clem watches the back to make sure they don't get locked in.

He sees the signs of desperate people in how dusty it is, the wreckage and chaos smoothed over by time.]

Poor folks thought they could wait out the apocalypse.

[They find the first walker wasting away of starvation, much like the kid in the attic, except... older. It can barely move. It might have been a person, once, but it isn't anymore.]

Ah, Jesus.

[Kenny doesn't spare anything a second glance. It's as if part of him just shuts off - the part of him that used to, sometimes, still think of them as people. Still have some measure of sorrow and sympathy for those who didn't survive. But they're no one he knows. No one he cares about.]

Fuckin' stupid.

[He's cold when he says it, even though moments before he had been joking. Kenny always did have rapidly shifting emotions, but even then-- he simply caves in the nearest walker's head with his pipe as he passes it by. No second glance.

His head swivels though, as he moves down a hallway. Trying to keep view of his surroundings as much as he can with his diminished eyesight and another walker is crushed under his strength.]

Just don't think about 'em, Lee. We ain't got the time.

[He didn't even kill Sarita after she turned-- the thought is intrusive and he doesn't want it. The third walker to get in his way is struck down with actual passion and fury.]

Mother fuck.

Yeah, I know. [Still, he... feels. He can't afford to feel in a bad scenario, maybe, but these guys definitely don't stand a chance.]

Lee!

[He doesn't hesitate this time. Clem's call comes as he's already aware of a fourth walker, the last remnant of this... group, coming around a corner. Lee buries his knife in the walker's head.

All is silent again, and it smells a bit like walker in here. But that's probably... them.]

Clear over here.

[He stops to look for a weapon, and finds a bent something that looks like it could be a crowbar.]

Looks like they had some stuff.

Grab anythin' useful once we've got the place on lockdown.

[Kenny splits away from Lee and Clementine to work on his own section- they don't need to clear the whole hotel, just need to make sure this area is cleared out and secured. And it's easy to pick off starved walkers when you stink like one. He clears his half of the floor with cold, methodical speed.

He looks even more of a mess than he did before. But that's still good, regardless, as after a brief exchange with Lee, he agrees to go round up Christa, Omid, and Ben- or at least let them know where they're staying for the night.

When he returns (with the three of them arriving a few minutes later with a few supplies they managed to scrounge up, forgotten in the destruction of Savannah and not picked over by both Crawford and Molly for being outside the bulk of the city), he gestures at Lee to come over to speak with him, semi-privately, in one of the rooms that was open. Or got opened. Lee COULD have opened one while Ken was gone and said to Clem not to tell Kenny that it was totally a secret.]

Lee.

[Lee definitely got a couple rooms open while they were settling in. There's enough cleared beds for everyone to sleep comfortably... ish... but Lee's worried about Kenny, so he doesn't hesitate to follow him in. Clem goes to help Christa with Omid, and Ben rummages through the place for supplies.

Lee closes the door behind him for privacy. He knows Clem likes to eavesdrop, so he keeps his voice low.]

Hey, Ken.

[Kenny hesitates for a moment after Lee steps into the room and closes the door. But he's never really thought his actions ahead or given them any consideration of consequences. A good leader, sure, but a flawed planner. So he makes his move. What's the worst that could happen? Lee shoves him away? Lee already thinks he's crazy, he knows how high and hot Kenny's emotions can run and how he does things rashly...

Kenny quickly balls his fists in Lee's shirt, fingers gripping blue fabric in a move that, perhaps to someone who didn't know how close these two were, might be interpreted as combative. But it's anything but- anyone who knows Ken can tell, and he presses Lee up against the door.

And he follows it up by roughly pressing his lips up against Lee's mouth, kissing him with all the passion and old regret and the goddamn fuckin' want - not sexual, just the want of someone he loved as his own - that seethes within him.

He regrets a lot of things. He doesn't think he'll regret this, though.]

[Lee certainly thinks it's combative when Kenny grabs his shirt. Shit, what did he do? He has no idea, but he's searching Kenny's face for some clue. Maybe it has something to do with Kenny's... uh... dream. He's not sure. He's not scared though. That's just how they are. Sometimes Kenny's temper gets the best of him, and they might yell or throw a few punches but they'll always come back to each other in the end.]

Ken--

[He doesn't finish his thought, or even start the next one. Kenny's lips are on his and he has no idea what to do. His eyes widen and his arms hang halfway. He hasn't thought about romance or anything like it since the day he killed a man. Thought that life was over along with the apocalypse. It's not that he doesn't love his ex anymore, wherever the hell she is (probably dead), but... things are different now, and he's had to move on. They all have.

He just... never thought he'd get a second chance.

He remembers how to kiss, deep down in a dusty part of his psyche. He remembers the warmth, though Kenny's lips are chapped and his chin is definitely more bristly than Lee's ex-wife. After that initial moment of shock, his dark fingers work their way into the back of Kenny's coat. It'd be a clingy hug if Lee wasn't kissing him back, strong and patient but fierce all the same.]

[Kenny's never moved on. Not a day in his life, not since everything came to an end. For him, things just linger over him like a pall: every death of all the people he loved and all the deaths of people he put under his care. Two years spent increasingly idolizing Lee; building him up to be some great leader in his mind, the most loyal and truest of people, someone who could never fail, someone he aspired to be. He never could, but by god, his inability to move on spurred him to put Lee on a pedestal.

And now just. He's here. He's here and his fingers are digging into Kenny's coat, he's returning the rash, spur of the moment kiss- he's not certain he can breathe. God, he missed this man so much.

Kenny breaks from the kiss for just a moment so he can actually, well, get himself to actually breathe. Turns out he stopped- fear? panic? not sure of any of them but he doesn't move away from Lee, just breathes heavily, loudly. He closes his eye, inhales sharply.]

Lee. [His voice is high, soft, like it gets when he's upset or really emotionally compromised. Lee knows the tone. He's heard Ken use it enough, heard the man sob and babble brokenly at the misfortune in his life.] Don't leave me again.

[He's broken enough already, a prop of the figure he was years ago: the strong, confident leader turned into a raging psychotic, constantly teetering on edge. There's not much more he can take.

But he doesn't give Lee really any time to respond, because he's immediately kissing him again. He doesn't want to hear 'Ken, I never left', 'Ken, you're crazy'.

He takes one of his hands from Lee's shirt though, and fumbles at the manual lock on the door, trying to get it closed. He can't keep Lee pressed against the door forever and he doesn't want anyone to stumble in on them like this.]

[Poor Ken. Whatever he saw in that crazy dream, whatever happened to him in the span of a few hours, it obviously fucked him up. Lee wants to treat his wounds but they really don't have much. Not unless they go back to the place they found Vernon and everyone. Not likely. It's a death trap.

All he can really do is talk to him, watch over him, hold him close like Ken seems to want.

Don't leave me again. God, what the hell happened? Besides Lee apparently being dead. Or some shit. Jesus Christ.

He shifts to let Ken lock the door. Thankfully it's not that hard to navigate. Yeah, some privacy might be needed for ... whatever they're going to do. He has no idea. It's not even like he's bothered by touching another guy. Like everyone in college, Lee had experimented and he found guys were okay but he really preferred women. But Kenny kind of transcends that. He can't see gender, really, when he's dealing with the issue of his best friend wanting some closeness. Who is Lee to deny that, honestly? Especially when he's worried and feeling a bit similar, all things considered.

When the lock is flipped, Lee takes a little more initiative here and pulls Ken into another kiss, less chaste than before. If Ken decides he doesn't want this, now's his time to back out. Lee loses his fingers in Kenny's graying hair, his other thumb stroking the man's jaw.]

[Lee has Ken beat on that front- Ken never went to college, he only dated girls in high school, and he met Katjaa a few years after he graduated. But honestly, he doesn't care. He just desperately doesn't want to be alone, and Lee is all he has left in the world. The best friend he's ever had.

He doesn't back out. Not for a second, not with Lee's fingers threading through his hair. Finger on his jaw. God. He does back up though- he didn't lock the door for nothing, and he drags Lee with him by the front of the man's shirt.

Then he shoves him towards the bed. Honestly, Kenny doesn't know what he's doing, and for a second, after shoving Lee, he stops- all at once seeming a bit awkward.]

Shit, Lee, I--

[He what? He doesn't know. He's running on the high of his emotions and everyone knows he gets carried away. Kenny tilts his head to one side, looks away, rubs his left shoulder with his right hand.

It's easy to see, like this, what all these sweet, kind women see in him. When he's not being tough and aggressive and trying to keep his shit together.

He's not quite sure what he wants. Well, he does, in the sense of 'wants Lee', but that can mean a lot of things and- give him a minute or drag him down, Lee, it's up to you. Either way, he's not bolting. He's just having a moment of 'oh shit what am I doing what has happened to my life'.]

[Lee falls back on the bed, but when Kenny doesn't immediately follow, he props himself up a bit.]

It's fine.

[He means it. Ken is a mess, he's a trainwreck of emotions and Lee can't always be there to calm him. But he's adorable beneath all the grime, all the hard edges and regrets and adjusting to a newer and harder life. Lee accepts his anger and sadness along with the rest of him.]

Come here.

[He grabs Kenny's wrist and pulls him down on top of him, but he doesn't go in for another kiss. Guy's having some trouble. So, instead of forcing him, he just takes it slow, and hugs him. Just hugs him, holds him.]

I'm right here. This is real, okay? I'm not leavin' you or Clem anytime soon.

[He doesn't resist, and he's pulled down on top of Lee. Kenny lays there, for a moment, wrapping his arms around the back of Lee's neck. Shit, he's warm as hell- it's nice. Relaxing and calming in a way.]

I know. [Soft and high.] I know.

[He's dedicated himself to this; thrown in his lot with whatever has happened, whether it's real or a hallucination or perhaps the hell he deserves for the things he's done. A hell where it's still covered in walkers, and perhaps with Lee's death looming in the future. Just to make sure he suffers. Regardless of what it is- it's his now. He just wants some shred of happiness in life.

Kenny pushes himself up enough so he's mostly straddling Lee now. He pulls off his hat and tosses it on a nearby chair. Doesn't care if it gets dirty it's ALREADY dirty. Lee? If you thought his hair was bad already, look at all the hair he manages to fucking stuff under that big dumb orange hat of his. Wavy, thick, and more grey than black anymore. Stress, not age. He's only a few years older than Lee, after all.]

I, uh, promise to explain everything, alright? I said... I said I would. But not now. Tonight?

[He's just letting his mouth run as he shrugs off the green jacket; he's skinnier than he used to be. No heavier muscle from the hard work of running a fishing boat, just the lean ones of someone used to starving off and on while still having to run and fight and other shit.

Kenny tugs off his stained t-shirt as well. There's the scar from when he was shot: an indent in his side and discolored flesh from scar tissue. But that's not the extend of the damage he's taken. There's older scars, ones from before the apocalypse (working on a fishing boat is one of the most dangerous and lethal professions, he's been hurt badly more than once on his own boat), but there's newer ones, too. Fights with other survivors. Kenny's one tough old bastard.]

[Christ, Ken looks like a wreck. Lee doesn't see him without his hat much, and it's enough of a difference to make him stare for a second.]

Yeah.

[Not forcing. Only accepting. Only God knows the kind of shit Ken went through. Whatever he saw didn't scare him, it scarred him. Lee wants to make them go away, but he knows he can't. All he can do is lend a shoulder. All he can do is carry him when he can't walk anymore.

Lee grabs the back of his own shirt and pulls it off. Unsurprisingly, he's not nearly as beat up as Kenny is. He hasn't lived in the apocalypse as long, and he had a pretty cushy life before he fucked it all up. He has a scar on his knee from falling off his bike when he was twelve. That kind of thing. It's an interesting difference.

Lee forges onward, though. This is uncharted territory for both of him but he's not about to let Ken slip away because he's scared or something. Whatever he wants, Lee will gladly give him. He begins with a gentle touch, big warm hands sliding from Ken's sides up to his chest, thumbs tracing lightly over his scars... and then, finally, a nipple.]

[Kenny hisses softly, between his teeth. Not aggressive or unhappy, far from it. He's easily responsive and god he needed this.

He doesn't mind that Lee looks better than he does - more in one piece. He knows the differences in upbringing, in backgrounds. But rare was it that his temper flared enough for him to spit 'elitist prick' with any venom, and Lee never made him feel like he was nothing but white trash. He certainly had all the opportunities in the world, but not once.

Kenny leans down - in turn making any light touches from Lee more solid because of it - and begins to kiss Lee's collarbone, slowly working his way up. He's careful, too, to not leave any marks. Someone might notice.]

[Straight to the necking, huh. He's fine with that. He increases the pressure, rubbing Ken's chest firmly with one hand, while the other traces the line of his hip. Kenny's lips feel nice on his neck, all gentle and easy despite both of their rough exteriors, and he can't help groaning into the darkness.]

God, it's been a while.

[His body is suddenly remembering what being hot feels like. He slips his fingers beneath Ken's waistband, but not too far, just teasing. He's not sure how far Ken wants to go just yet (though he feels like the straddling is a good sign).]

[wow just because he hasn't done this with a guy before doesn't mean he's some blushing virgin. he is a grown ass man AND WAS ONCE A FATHER. rude ANYWAY onto real narration.

Kenny laughs a little when Lee groans; a fairly unfamiliar sound from him. Soft and quiet, not remotely forced. He doesn't laugh often. Hasn't really honestly done it in two years now. There's something... enjoyable about hearing Lee that way, and it settles him down some. His breath is hot against Lee's neck.]

Yeah. [He doesn't say that just a short while ago he was with a woman he loved dearly. No need to be an asshole.] Few months for you, right?

[He has no real timeframe of events from Lee murdering a man to the day Lee was getting hauled off to prison. Either way, he feels it's safe to assume that a few months is pretty accurate. Enough that Lee probably needs this more than he does.

And yeah, the straddling is a good sign. While he doesn't grab Lee's hands and shove them down his pants, he shifts his hips, pulls his upper body up some to look down at Lee.]

Hey, pal? They're jeans. You wanna unbutton and unzip 'em, first.

[He's smirking a little bit - his emotions always shifting, constantly mercurial - and he's fuckin' outright teasing/sassing Lee. Yeah, he's giving Lee the go ahead. More or less.]

Closer to a year. [His marriage had been in trouble a long time before he found out she was cheating with his friend. There were signs, he just... didn't want to acknowledge them. Typical, really.

Ken's sass brings him out of that dark place fairly quickly. He chuckles and surprises himself. This is good for them both after all.]

Hey, I know what I'm doing. I just wasn't sure how far you wanted to go.

[But, hell, if Ken's going to be that way... Lee leaves his chest alone for a moment, using both hands to make short work of his jeans. His left hand resumes massaging the once-fisherman's scarred chest, but his right begins stroking his length at an easy pace.]

We're, uh... gonna have some trouble if we want to get into the expert stuff... Unless you found something while you were out there.

[Kenny groans from Lee's touch, but not too loudly. Thank god for having experience in knowing how to keep yourself quiet. If there weren't the whole zombie apocalypse thing and the whole 'kind of dont want anyone in group being nosy about it' thing, he'd let himself be louder. He pants lightly, too, already sort of excited and revved up. So his talking gets a little breathy.]

No. Wasn't lookin' for... [Another quiet moan.] and wasn't plannin' on this.

[He really wasn't. It was an impulse, spur of the moment, the thrill and rush of survival and missing an old friend. Ken leans back down, feeling the heat of Lee's body just sort of radiating up against him, and he presses his mouth against Lee's, kissing him deeply once again. Rough and affectionate and needy.]

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