You pucker up our passion's spent, My hearts a tart your body's rent My body's broken yours is bent Carve your name into my arm Instead of stressed I lie here charmed Cause there's nothing else to do.. Every me and every you. Sucker love a box I choose No other box I choose to use, another love I would abuse No circumstances could excuse In the shape of things to come Too much poison come undone Cause there's nothing else to do. Like the naked leads the blind I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.. Sucker love I always find. kenna warren • 22 • beaumont
Jude had just emerged from a questionably average sushi joint that Derek from the label had insisted was top notch. Although even their sake had tasted off, he hadn’t come here for food, coming instead for updates on the Avery situation and when the hell he would finally be back. Lo and behold his surprise when, right across the street was a very familiar blonde. Well, he wasn’t entirely sure if it was her because the sunglasses, messy bun, and generally not-put-together appearance was not typically Kenna, but as soon as he saw her smile and cross over, it sealed the deal.
“How about we ditch the hot dogs and you lick my tip,” Jude said as she reached within earshot. It was all in good fun, how they usually exchanged greetings anyway. “You know, I’d take you up on it, but I just had some shitty sushi, and adding a hot dog on top of that, well I don’t want my bowels to hate me,” he smiled. He would’ve pulled her into a hug, but he didn’t want chilli in his hair. “Good to see you, though.” Had it been more than two months now? Must’ve been.
"Eh, I don’t know. I don’t remember your tip being this juicy.” Kenna responded, holding up the hot dog for him to check out. If his girl knew she would rip her tongue off that mouth, but that was a remark she kept to herself. “Too bad, this is too good. I guess you’ll have to watch me deep throat both of these beauties. And who the hell eats sushi this early? You need like a tone of it to make you feel less hungry.” she grinned, oh how she had missed this one. After getting freaky all over her place, Kenna couldn’t remember the last time the two had met.
Maybe it was for the better, considering Jude had his way with turning a no to a yes, fuck me daddy. “It’s good to see you too. You didn’t recognize me, did ya? I just finished shooting so I’m treating myself.” the blonde explained, before having another bite of her delicious treat. “You busy or something?”
Alma’s experience with flirting, let alone theatrical pick - up lines, was minuscule – non - existent if you wanted to get all technical about it. But she enjoyed the stories all the same, almost preferring being a passive party rather than an active one. “ Let me guess, you were simply TOO STARSTRUCK at the time. ” She muses, smile forming. “ It’s a pretty good one, I’ll admit. Think my favorite’s ‘ are you a library book ? ‘cause i’m checking you out. ’ ” A pause. “ Not that anybody said that to me, or nothing. I googled it. ”
“Actually..” Kenna began to say, stepping a little closer as if she was about to reveal a dark secret, “I was drooling over some delicious looking hotdogs. Got my eyes set on them, it’s not my fault he chose the wrong moment to speak up.” Erupting into a laugher, the blonde just shrugged her shoulders; it wasn’t a big deal men came and went all the time. “That’s an adorable one. You’re adorable too, you know.” She smiled, playfully nudging the other’s side. “Don’t tell me no one has ever hit on you? That’s like impossible with those looks.”
“You’ve definitely missed out on a winner there,” Josh responded with a bemused smile, taking a swig of his beer. “How long ago was this? Maybe you should try and track him down?” He chuckled lightly. “Or you could stumble across someone with equally as good pick up lines.”
“Maybe I’ll see him around.” Kenna replied, shrugging her shoulders. “Like, three hours ago. And no, do you see me? If someone should try harder that’s him. He’s the one who should track me down, I’m not going anywhere. I haven’t even finished my drink.” The blonde smirked, “It’s possible. Do you have any good ones?”
“.......Bitch! I fucking won a 100 dollar gift card for the Hideout. You know what that fuckin means, right?” Placing her phone over the small desk of her room, Kenna grinned from ear to ear, as soon as the blonde’s face became clearer on the smaller window on the screen. “I’m using it when you get your ass back here, we can have a croissant party. I miss you, okay? Come back soon, I have no one to poke my boobs.” ( @yolandepaquet )
“That is a pretty damn good pickup line,” Charlie agreed. “The real question is, do you think he has more where that came from, or do you think he peaked there?”
“I don’t think I will ever know. His timing was bad, I was drooling over hot dogs and he came between the view. If I ran into him again, maybe he’s going to try again. Hopefully, he has more.”
“As corny as that is, love, that might be the most patriotic pickup line I have ever heard. Good on the bloke for trying, though. You missed out giving him your number. Any many willing to shower you with compliments that iconic is definitely a keeper.”
“Isn’t it? I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, you see, I tend to get grumpy when I’m hungry. I can’t think straight, so in a way -- it’s his fault for using it in a bad time.”
The sun bears down on you and people are gathered all around the wheel for an exciting chance to spin it. You may get is a great prize or a not so great outcome, but you are a brave soul who fears nothing. You set the wheel spinning…the seconds tick by agonizingly as the wheel turns…stopping now…
And the result is in…
KENNA WARREN, YOU HAVE WON A $100 GIFT CARD FOR THE HIDEOUT!
Who doesn’t love a fresh out the oven, hot butter croissant? Or a red velvet cupcake? Your sweet tooth will truly be satisfied with this $100 gift card for The Hideout, Beaumont’s favorite spot for a hearty slice of chocolate cake, gourmet coffee, or anything in between.
Holding a hotdog in each hand, Kenna didn’t give a shit about people randomly staring at her on the street. She was hungry after all photoshoots, she hadn’t had anything proper to eat for a whole day just to get a flat stomach. It was redicoulous but the money was good and if anyone asked, the blonde didn’t give a fuck about what Nasvillians thought of her. With her hair up on a messy bun, bag thrown over her shoulder, she decided to walk around and chill before going taking the bus to go back home.
Just when she was about to take a left turn when her eye caught a familliar face across the street. With a smile on her lips, Kenna quickly checked before crossing, holding one of the hot dogs up to @jude-nolan‘s face, “I’ve just licked the tip, but you can have it if you want. I’m sure you don’t mind my germs.”
“This random dude came up to me with the best pickup line of the year and I kind of regret not giving him my real number now. He was all ‘Baby, you remind me of the constitution because you look like a national treasure’, like, it was a fucking good one. What was I thinking?”
KENNA WARREN is a 22 year old from NEW YORK, living in Beaumont for the past 3 MONTHS. SHE is a WAITRESS AT JUNKHOUSE DINER and in her downtime lovesDRAWING and TAKING PICTURES. She looks an awful lot like NICOLA PELTZ. (ooc: eri, 24, she/her, eest)
This is Kenna’s full biography, but if you’d like to take a look at her status page it’s right here. Honestly, she’s open for connections and plots so don’t hesitate to hmu.
trigger warnings: abandonment, abuse, drugs.
When the Warren family moved in New York nineteen years ago, it was all going to be a temporary phase. That’s what Jonathan Warren told his heavily pregnant wife and once again, she believed him. Having a two-year-old daughter, Kate never expected her husband’s gambling addiction to worsen. Soon enough, their second child was born and little Nicole became a sister to Kenna Irene Warren. And just like that, the problems multiplied. Instead of quitting his addiction like he always promised he would, Jonathan would often steal his wife savings leaving his family in a tight position.
Having too many bills and two kids to feed, Kate took up every possible shift she could find in order to save money and take care of her family – only to watch her husband lose those very savings. Her mother in law moved in with them a year after, in hope to help the young mother and care for the girls. It didn’t take long for the young wife to have enough when she came home one night to find out that her husband had lost all of their Christmas savings. Despite her mother in law’s begging, Kate packed a few things and prepared to leave with the girls – before coming face to face with her drunk husband who refused to let anyone go. One thing lead to another and after a wild fight, Kate took Nicole and left, leaving one-year-old Kenna behind.
Growing up without a mother wasn’t easy. Kenna always believed that at some point her mother would return – send someone to take her away and save her from that hell. The first years passed slowly, with Kenna thinking it was a matter of time before she could find her real family, the mother and sister she had met only through a couple of photos. Though, Anna never left her side and trying to give her grandchild all of the love and attention she could, the absence of the motherly figure could not be forgotten easily. On top of that, the living conditions of the household were far from perfect, since Jonathan started drinking and bringing friends over, trashing their small apartment and horrifying the two females left and right, often being forced to hide in rooms and avoid the strangers coming and going.
Due to the bad living conditions at home, Kenna managed to grow in a strong individual. She had the looks, she had the brains and all of the bad luck of the world it seemed. After Ana suffered a stroke it became obvious the almost non-existent income could not provide for the bills the medications and her father’s addiction. It was then when at the young age of fifteen, Kenna found herself running with the wolves - or back then known with the wrong crowds in New York. She didn’t get a particular satisfaction by working with Julian, tempting young people into the dark world of drugs but the money was good and the protection of the dealer was even better.
It didn’t matter whether Kenna finished high school in honors, what mattered was that she found the money to pay the bills, buy the medication Ana needed and of course, hand down whatever was left to her father, before things took an ugly turn. Lying for a black eye wasn’t always easy, she came to find out. So keeping Jonathan happy - was the accomplishment of every day.
Six months ago, Anna took the extremely difficult decision to leave New York and move in with her sister - miles away. Too scared to be trapped in the same house with her abusive father, Kenna gathered her stuff and got in the first bus to get out of town.
Her whole body responded to his teasing; her back arched and Kenna closed her eyes, small sounds coming from the back of her throat. For once, she didn’t feel like being teased, no. Just when she thought he was going to get done with it already, Jude moved back and pulled her into a hot kiss. Moving her hands all the way down his back, the blonde smiled against his mouth, a soft moan escaping her when her hands squeezed his ass, pushing him closer against her body.
“I know, I know… I even left out Naveen and Prince Phillip because I said too many already,” she said with a laugh and a shrug. So she was a Disney hoe, who could really blame her? They were definitely a better option than most of the guys she had dated. Kenna’s comment brought out an eye-roll, and she nudged her friend with her foot, “You are not allowed to pick Gaston, he’s the worst. I don’t think he has a big dick either, he would not be acting that way if he did,” she pointed out, “So maybe Captain Hook is your man.”
She laughed, turning slightly to watch as her black kitten came to curl up between them. Raven couldn’t care less about the pasta which was a miracle, considering pets tended to be annoying when food was involved. “Babe, don’t judge a book by its cover. Besides, I’m not going to marry the guy. Just fuck him.” Kenna responded and grinned at Yolande. With that nose of his, maybe he gave good oral. Who the fuck knew? “As long as he keeps that hook away from me, sure.”
Ah, at that Jessica seemed to understand the other a little better. She knew people who ran to get shift a blue spell, she wasn’t one of them, but she knew them. “Well you are more than welcome to join, I always carry a second glass with me. Just in case.” Sure it was just in case she dropped or lost one, but the invitation was there all the same. “We can just pretend that it’s a little on the earlier side.”
A glass of wine was tempting enough. If anyone had told Kenna she would be finding her sweaty self drinking wine after jogging, she would probably laugh. It wasn’t the healthiest choice, but who cared - they were all going to die one day. “You sure?” The blonde asked, but as already walking towards the woman. What could she say, she was a sucker for wine. “I suppose we could.. nothing wrong with that, right?”
Okay, maybe she wasn’t that pissed he was ready to get down to business but Kenna had missed their little tying up sessions. “Oh, I see someone’s up already.” she laughed, not putting up a fight when Jude pinned her down; her leg moving to wrap around his waist as heavy breaths escaped her. “Fuck you.” She cried out when more clothes came off and Jude’s lips teased her, sending chills down her body. “Fuck you hard.”
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