Johnny Kennedy | 38 | Marine | Father
"Semper Fidelis" in Latin it means 'Always Faithful'. Johnny Kennedy has the motto of his beloved Marine Corps tattooed across his chest. He lives by these words every day. Johnny prides himself on his leadership skills. He is always willing to take on any life threatening situation and throw himself into harms way if it means protecting those around him. He is an incredibly dominate person with an authoritative. He won't take shit from anyone, he doesn't have the time nor the patience to put up with imbeciles. Johnny however is fiercely loyal, get in his good books and you'll have a friend for life. Johnny's military background provide him with a variety of skills that are very useful in his situation. Johnny is equipped with recognizance skills, wilderness survival, and sniping capabilities to name a few. He is also very good at navigationt. Johnny's family meant the world to him but tragically his wife and two daughters became infected with the virus. His youngest killed, but to the best of his knowledge his wife and elder daughter are walkers. Johnny has been able to protect his son Jackson so far, but constantly fears he will lose the only family he has left.
Of course, Johnny, how could I leave you in there to be sick without at least trying to do something to ease the pain? I mean, I do know what a man flu looks like. Who do you think nurses Luke back to health, and believe me, it’s not pretty. Just… don’t tell him I told you that. If he asks, I said he takes it like a champ.
I was just saying, you know, handsome fellow like you would have his balls all cozy up—you know what? Forget it. He grinned widely at his friend. How have you been?
Well maybe if I had like....3 pairs of boxers on at once my balls would be all 'cozy up' as you so eloquently put it Vinny, but they are not. They are chilly. He shook his head with a smile. Better now...thanks for asking, I came down with a nasty case of man flu. It was rough.
Johnny smiled as he supped the whiskey, he hadn't tasted anything this good in a long while. He furrowed his brow a little as the memory or trying to stomach Vincent's home made 'hooch' and was glad the drink he was sharing with Julian would most certainly not run the risk of him going blind. He rolled his eyes slightly with a smile as Julian talked about all the ways in which he could clean himself “What are you saying?! You don't enjoy my manly scent? It's a sort of rugid musk? You could bottle this shit and sell it to the masses!” he laughed shaking his head. “Just so you know I'm man enough for the creek....I'm man enough for ANYTHING” he muttered into his glass as he took another sip. He coughed a little and tried not to spill his drink when Julian suggested he tell him how much he liked Julian. He frowned a little then rubbed his neck, a nervous habit he'd picked up over the years “Uh...well....you're nice...you smell good, uhh..you got good whiskey? You....you're not half bad to look at I supposed...ya know? If you like that sort of....tall, handsome, clean cut, dapper sort of man...if you even LIKED men, and all” Johnny rambled on, his eyes anywhere but Julian's gaze as he spoke.
Alrighty...that sounds fair enough....
Johnny walked away for a moment them came back, stumbling towards Luke with two beers and a bottle of whiskey in his hand, the man was already unmistakeably rather drunk.
Johnny smiled, grabbing the tumbler of whiskey as the older male slid it in his general direction. He took a good long glug, closing his eyes for a moment letting the whiskey burn the back of his throat in a some what comforting manner. Once he'd opened his eyes he found Julian to be sitting beside him. He looked the man up and down and smiled a little shaking his head. “Well it's hard to smell like roses all the time in this place....not ALL of us have showers!” he teased arching an eyebrow slightly. Johnny chuckled softly at Julian spoke again “Yeaaaah you may have mentioned that” he smirked as he held his glass in one hand, the other he slipped around the back of the couch as he relaxed. “You can tell me again how much you like me though...I don't hear it enough”.
Oh, you poor dear… When I leave the engine running for a bit, it gets nice and toasty in the RV. Or you could go sit your anti-social ass by the fire. See if I care.
Do you NOT believe my balls are cold?! Do you want to shove your hands down my damn pants and FEEL just how icy they are? I maybe I should just shove them in your face? Maybe that would get the point across hrrmm? Do you wanna do that?
Didn't think so....
I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. Did I hear you had a cold? I hope you got all the meals and tea I was sending with Jackson. I sort of have a feeling he was drinking it.
I know right? You're correct though, I have been a little under the weather and by that I mean I had man flu and didn't want you all to see me like a sniveling pathetic mess so I stayed in my tent until I got better. Don't worry Jacky bought me my food and tea...thanks for looking out for me Charlie.
You don't mean that...you love me....and my pussy....wait..that came out wrong...so wrong. Don't judge me I'm cold and tired and you're monumental dick head....love on me instead yer?
Johnny looked left then right before shrugging his shoulders a little as if he had finally come to the decision that yes he would enter the RV. But who was he kidding? He'd have elbowed his way in whether Julian had wanted him to or not, because when there was hard liquor on offer, Johnny was a sucker for just about anything. He smiled as he stepped inside looking around the small 'living room' area of the RV if you could even call it that. Johnny took a seat on what he presumed to be a couch but could have very well been a fold up bed. He glanced at the glasses and smiled before casting his gaze up to Julian with a grin “Thanks...I put my LEAST dirty clothes on...wanted to try and impress you or something I guess?” he said winking.
