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@kennyholloway
theofawn:
“oh I’m not going home yet.” theo explained lazily. “but I do need to find my keys before I forget that I lost them or getting home will eventually be very, very hard. especially in the dark and cold.”
“Yeah, that does make sense,” Kenny nodded, spotting her keys a few feet away and scooping them up. “Do you have a ride home, though? I’ll only give you these back if you tell me how you’re getting home tonight.”
when: november 15 where: blackrock library open to: @kennyholloway
Before Kenny’s sister left Blackrock, she’d made Sara promise to look after him. It was a sweet gesture, to take Sara out to coffee and explain how much Kenny meant to her, but it was ultimately unnecessary: naturally, Sara would’ve done it anyway. Is doing it anyway, and not solely because Chris requested it. She and Kenny were friends long before the promise was made, and would’ve remained friends regardless.
Still, she keeps her promises. While she and Hutch can sometimes go weeks without seeing one another, Sara makes a point to keep up with Kenny. An influx of work means she can’t make a dinner with him this week, so she visits him at the library, on her lunch break, instead. Good thing, too: she’s just finished the last book he recommended to her.
Sara finds Kenny in the Mythology and Folklore section, shelving a stack of books in the row marked L. She knocks on the side of the metal unit, getting his attention, and waves a Buckshot takeout bag of sandwiches out in front of her.
“You hungry? I brought lunch.”
Weeks after the funeral, once the dust had settled and life had returned to some semblance of normalcy, Chris had taken Kenny aside and gently explained that she had to go back to her apartment and her job and her life in Helena, but that she’d just be on the other end of the phone if they needed her. Granted, Kenny hadn’t really responded in the best, most mature way they could have done, but that definitely didn’t mean that she should have employed Sara to keep tabs on him because of it.
And the worst part is, they can’t even hate Sara for it. They hate Chris for asking her to do it, sure, but Sara’s been their friend since they and Chris were both little, and even if he could bring himself to be angry at her, it wouldn’t last very long in the face of one of her smiles.
He glances up at the knock and smiles at her, slotting the last book into place and brushing his hands off. “I could eat,” he nods, then tilts his head towards the back of the library. “Wanna hide out in the back? I’ll let you go through the new stock before it goes out on the shelves if you’re nice to me.”
herwildwhisper:
“–– I don’t mind,” she said, something like a smile on her face. “Wouldn’t have asked otherwise; promise.” Kenny was sweet, she thought, sweet in a way that often had her thinking of them as kid, even though she was damn sure he was somewhere in his mid-twenties.
(Something about the enthusiasm, maybe. The never-ending supply of Kenny’s interest in the cases that pass across their desk.)
“… ‘nother late night for your mom? Y’all doing alright?”
“Thanks, Mar.” The table behind them was pretty full so he pulled the chair out as far as he could without disturbing them and slid in sideways, shooting her a grin to assuage the awkwardness.
“Yeah, she’s-- we’re okay.” They picked up the menu, pointedly flicked through a few pages, then put it back down again. “It’s just-- I guess I’m just worrying too much. But then I can’t tell her I’m worried about her, because then she’ll get worried about me, and I just--” Kenny broke off, looked away, and tried not to fiddle with the edges of the pages. “Sorry, yeah, we’re all good, she’s just working more is all. How’re you doing, anyway? It feels like it’s been forever.”
milosmonsters:
“Tradition,” Milo said with a bit of a sigh, throwing a few more papers aside. Traditions didn’t help explain why the city seemed so hesitant to go through with the ceremony, nor did it explain the blackout. “Makes sense, I guess. Still, it’s a bit weird for a tradition, right?” Was he overthinking this? Was he just missing a connection somewhere?
“Yeah, all the wolves in the woods,” he said with a bit of a laugh, his eyes glancing over at his friend. He didn’t want his friend too worried; sure, a concussion was a pain in the ass, but nothing he couldn’t handle. “Dunno if much of the town likes my parents, but…why the hell would they go after me? Unless they really hate the podcast?”
“Very weird,” they agreed, suddenly very interested in the pattern on Milo’s bedspread. It wasn’t that Kenny was lying, exactly, but there wasn’t really an easy way to tell your best friend that you thought that some of the wolves being appeased might be part time citizens of Blackrock themselves -- especially with little, if any, real evidence to back up his hypothesis.
He couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Yeah, I think it’s definitely the podcast that’s the issue here. Maybe people are just upset that you talk too much without providing enough evidence to back up your claims,” they teased.
☓ location: twilight cinema restroom status: CLOSED ; @kennyholloway
It feels like magic, the way the bathroom door opens to reveal Kenny the moment the roar of the hand drier cuts out.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he says; it’s a new combination of words he’s learned from the television, and this is the first opportunity he’s had to use it. He was crouched on the floor beneath the blower—a new method of finding warmth—but stands.
Were it not for the fact that they are in a restroom, he’d think the other was following him.
Getting kicked out of Toppings, and temporarily banned from Ugly Mug and Big Sky until he “came back as a customer” (whatever that meant) left him without too many places to go, and the Motel was becoming more dangerous by the day. So, Twilight it was.
He dug through the rucksack on the counter beside the sink, then pointed a long red piece of candy in Kenny’s direction. “You would like a Twizzler?”
“Um-- sure, yes, thank you.”
He doesn’t actually like the candy but it’s easier to accept the gift and suffer through eating it than it is to explain that he appreciates the gesture but doesn’t actually want it, so Kenny took the twizzler and fiddled with it in one hand, rolling it between his fingers like a pencil as he cast around for a safe topic that wouldn’t send Santí running.
“What movie are you here to see?” they settled on after a moment’s pause, eyeing the twizzler dubiously and trying to look enthusiastic as they nibbled a small piece off the end.
DATE: Day after Thanksgiving LOCATION: The Ugly Mug AVAILABILITY: closed for @kennyholloway
There was a spike of worry that he couldn’t shake off. He just hadn’t seen Kenny at Thanksgiving. Through all the stress and excitement and the people, he hadn’t been able to find them. By the time the evening had drawn to a close, Hutch had been too exhausted to do much of anything besides pass out. But that did not mean the sense of discomfort that had filled Hutch was easily shaken off. What was a Thanksgiving without his favorite Holloway?
It had long been a tradition to see Kenny, and Chris when she could make it, at his dinner table during the season. While he wouldn’t have traded this Thanksgiving for the world, he could not shake the longing feeling for that small, homey dinners of years past.
It was that sense of nostalgia that had him texting the kid to meet him at the Ugly Mug. Hutch had long since settled down, ordered them both a cup of tea. And he was doing his damned best not to watch the door for Kenny.
For the Holloways, Thanksgiving had always been a time for family, for enjoying each other’s company and spending hours playing Trivial Pursuit and Scrabble and whichever new educational board game Kenny’s dad was trying to get them interested in this time. But the first Thanksgiving after the accident had sent his mom spiralling and had sparked the biggest argument Chris and Kenny had ever had, and Hutch, almost as if he’d known exactly what was going on in the Holloway household, had invited the three of them over for the holiday, quite literally saving the day.
It wasn’t like they disliked the big celebrations Hutch now threw, either. It was good for his mom to interact with a lot of people in a non work setting, after all, and while it wasn’t exactly Kenny’s scene Chris always made including him in her conversations seem effortless enough that he had a good time too. Still, there were some parts he missed from before, and it wasn’t only beating everyone at Trivial Pursuit.
Hutch’s text had released some small tension they hadn’t even been aware had been resting on their shoulders and Kenny had tried not to seem too eager when they told their mom where they were headed and, after promising her they’d wrap up warm, Kenny had headed out to the Ugly Mug.
“Hey,” said Kenny as they approached Hutch’s table, smiling. “Chris says hi, by the way -- she would’ve come with me but she had to head home already.”
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6) a song that makes my muse want to dance
You Can’t Hurry Love (Phil Collins)
8) a song that makes my muse feel nostalgic
Caroline (Status Quo)
a song that plays while my muse studies
Sicilienne (Fauré)
a song that my muse always sings along to
Rosanna (Toto)
4, 11 and 19 for the music meme!
4) a song lyric that describes my muse
You don't get something for nothing You can't have freedom for free You won't get wise With the sleep still in your eyes No matter what your dreams might be
[Something For Nothing (Rush)]
11) a song that reminds my muse of their family
Hocus Pocus (Focus)
19) a song that plays while my muse studies/works
Jupiter (Holst)
Send “♫” and I'll put my playlist on shuffle and make a starter based off of the song that plays.
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a song I associate with my muse’s personality
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a song that my muse always sings along to
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where: near parking area when: dec 7th, 12:03 am with: @kennyholloway
on her hands and knees, theo crawled through the grass. it was too dark and damn near impossible to see anything. she was very near giving up when she heard feet coming her way. “kenny?” she asked as her eyes adjusted to the light. “hey! do you have a flashlight? I lost my keys.”
“Sure,” he replied, pulling his phone from his pocket on autopilot and tapping on the light. “I’ll help you find your keys, but are you okay to get yourself home? You know I don’t mind giving you a lift.”
When: December 7th, morning Where: Whitegrass Barn Who: @kennyholloway
Not that it shocked Milo to see Kenny’s name on the list, but he was a bit surprised that Kenny wanted to help with the setup. Easily the most boring of the volunteer jobs, Milo was still happy to see his friend there before the party really began. “Last year’s setup shift didn’t scare you off, hm?” he asked his friend, elbowing him in the side as he fell in step with a few of the catering trays. There was a mixup with the alcohol suppliers, and his parents had ended up bring a few bottles from their stash to begin the night last year. “You’re staying for the actual fun, though, right?”
“I don’t scare so easily,” Kenny grinned back. “Besides, you know what Mom’s like -- I had to beg her not to get us here early.” They shifted the trays in their arms and rolled their eyes dramatically at Milo. They’d still gotten here early, as a matter of fact, but it had only been ten minutes, as opposed to the whole hour his mom had initially wanted. “I wouldn’t miss it! Especially,” he teased, “since I heard your mom found some actual musicians to play this year.”
Jackson Marchetti in Season Two of SEX EDUCATION
this show is really relatable
avery-sinclair:
She wants to believe there are answers hidden somewhere in these ruins. Jacob may not be able to tell them what happened, what led to him being found among the trees without breath in his lungs. But there were always clues. Like the wounds that looked suspiciously like an animal bite on the boy’s arm. Like where his body had been deposited. Even the most mundane details of the crime that had committed might lead to an explanation. She didn’t want to hold on to hope that Jacob might be a clue to Addison, but for some reason she felt there was some kind of connection - if only because they’d both gone missing at nearly the same time.
“Yeah, uh…I mean, this doesn’t happen in small towns, right?” But it did, sometimes, sadly. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe this was just part of the normal, hellish world they lived in. She didn’t have those answers. “Did you know him? Jacob, I mean?” She gestured vaguely towards where he’d just come before a hand combed through her hair awkwardly. “Thanks for letting me deposit all my shit on you, Kenny.” She chuckled. “I’m Avery. Only been in town like…well, almost a month, maybe? Are you uh- local?”
“No, not usually.” It’s not quite true -- Blackrock does have a much higher mortality rate than most other small towns, after all, but it’s mostly just discarded as a statistical outlier as there’s no real identifiable reason for it. Just plain ol’ bad luck, is the general consensus. “I-- um, not really, no. He used to be really into dinosaurs a few months back, so I ordered in a few books for him -- uh, I work at the library -- but I haven’t really seen him since.”
He doesn’t think about the grubby, chocolate stained pages he’d pretended not to notice when the books were returned and how, even though plenty more kids will take those books out and spill something on them, it’ll never quite be the same as Jacob’s dirty fingerprints on the pristine white pages.
“Oh,” they laugh, grateful as she breaks them out of their thoughts, “really, it’s okay, no need to thank me. It’s lovely to meet you, Avery. Yeah, I was born and raised here. I do hope you’ve been enjoying your stay here, despite, well...everything. Are you in town long?”
