#c:kenny

[matiascortes]

To: @kennydavis​

Location: Kenny’s place

Time: 7:45pm

"Ken, Ken," Matias greeted as he let himself into her place, a paper bag in arm as he headed towards the kitchen. At this point, maybe a little too comfortable, as he walked as though he owned the place. Sitting the bag on the counter, he glanced over at the blonde, "I told you I keep my promises." He stated, as he headed towards her fridge, popping it open and skimming through what she had. "Dinner's on me tonight, I'm thinking Italiano. Is Atlas here? The more the merrier." Matt added, before then pulling out a bag of lettuce. "I picked a few things up at the store, but I forgot the lettuce, so this is a plus. We like to see it. Team work makes the dream work, baby." Throwing the bag onto the counter, he turned back to looked through her fridge, this time for a drink. He'd pull out a bottle of water, untwisting the cap, then taking a chug, before looking over at Kenny. "You may be asking what promise, and what the hell am I doing here? Well, you see--" He sat the bottle down and shrugged, "I made it a while back while I was helping you with your construction project. Where I said I owed you dinner, because --" He paused, "--well, the details aren't important. Just know I'm a man of my word, no matter the time frame." The details involved him losing a bet to the blonde, but he just banked on her not remembering that. "If you had plans for the night,--- you don't now."

[log-compton]

logan havia ficado incomodado com toda a confusão. especialmente por criar a teoria de que era sua culpa. egocentrismo ou insegurança a parte, se preocupou de ter acabado por incomodar as meninas e kenny, que desde o primeiro desafio, tivera sido tão simpático e agradável com ele. assim,  mesmo depois de se ocupar de conversar com as moças envolvidas e dormir o sono dos justos, logan ainda sentia que faltava algo. essa foi o motivo pelo qual assim que levantou aquela manhã, se pós a preparar biscoitos, que inclusive haviam sido ensinados pelo sawyer. quase cento e vinte minutos após, enquanto terminava o café, a massa ficou pronta e disponível para que os cookies com gotas de chocolate e macadâmia pudessem ser retirados e dispostos em um prato, o qual, ele tratou de levar escadaria a cima, junto com um latte. Assim que chegou ao quarto em que @kennethxsawyer dormia, bateu na porta duas vezes, tentando se abster de acabar vendo alguma cena inapropriada. Entrou pouco tempo depois, erguendo um pouco a vista para ver se o rapaz já estava acordado. - Então , cara...Eu não  sei se seus planos de cerimonia foram frustrados por minha causa ou se você  está chateado mas...Eu achei que se fosse o caso, poderíamos s conversar...ou enfim...Bem, eu trouxe cookies. 

[basswccd]

☓ location: Blackrock Library status: CLOSED ; @kennyholloway​

While awaiting the aid of Blackrock Library’s best archivist, Sam’s feet make him wander the tall shelves of books, eyes scanning the spines for nothing in particular while he tries to avoid the guilt that comes from not being able to remember the last time he’d read anything that wasn’t from the screen of a screen. It’s merely coincidence when he makes a turn at the intersection of Philosophy and Social Sciences and finds himself smack dab between the two shelves that make up the Self-Help section. Really, just a coincidence, which is also why he looks over his shoulder every few minutes he’s there to make sure no one else was coming near. 

It’s curiosity that has him trailing a finger along the shelf past such titles as Maybe You Should Talk to Someone and How to Win Friends and Influence People, before stopping to pick up a tragically untouched copy of The 5 Love Languages: Men’s Edition (what's the difference between the Women’s Edition and this one?) to look inside. 

Sam holds it just long enough to read two paragraphs about Acts of Service before the book is slammed back on the shelf the moment he hears someone come near. 

“Kenny! Hello, uhh. Hi. Listen, I need your help finding something.”

[algomalvado]

☓ 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?”

[damntragedy-archive]

@thuglivez gets a thing from Gwen

Trial and error. That’s what everything she did was. The martial arts were straightforward, but as she learned, she realized everything else wasn’t something just taught. Practicality was important. Masks did not cut it for her. They impeded her vision. She realized that the hard way. She needed tough and protective clothing. She realized that the hard way. She needed rope that was elastic, not taut. She really learned that the hard way. 

Now her costume was perfected. There was things to work on, like gadgets and a name, but she wasn’t there to be cool or notable. She wanted to help the little guys in downtown. Gwen caught the ledge of a building and pulled herself up before darting across the roof. She jumped over the next gap, rolling with her fall onto the shorter rooftop. She stopped as she heard something screaming. 

“Help! Help! Somebody!” She ran to the edge and looked down to see a man mugging a woman. Holding a knife to her, he stole her purse and took off. Gwen ran as well, keeping pace with him on the rooftops. Once she was far enough ahead of him, she timed the moment just right for hopping down. She crashed into him, knocking him down to the ground. Standing up, she grabbed the stolen purse to return to the woman.

[shanehayden]

kennyjackson replied to your post:who you want to fuck

… no thank you…

Haha, don't worry, man! I'm not gonna jump you in your sleep. That's just my way of saying you're a good-looking dude.