《 Kennedy 》<br/>Location: Leavenworth<br/>Present: Miles, Josh, Jeb<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>"Ok, ok, ok...." Kennedy raised surrendering hands towards Jeb with a chuckle. "I'll tone the glitter down. It'll be an adjustment, so be kind." He winked back in jest.<br/><br/>Chickens. Kennedy looked at the cage suspiciously for a moment. He'd never handled chickens before, at least not outside of dinner, a few trips to petting zoos as a child, and some family farms over in Ireland. He quickly surmised they wouldn't be an issue to transport and deliver. Negotiating a trade came with its own spoonful of anxiety, especially not knowing the people he was going to be dealing with and barely knowing the people he was going with. He had so many questions and questions begat more questions. Still, things were good, things were looking up. Leavenworth still seemed like a good place and Carla wouldn't maintain friendships with people that didn't pass her critical standards. He would still have to prove himself, but he was safe.<br/><br/>He took inMiles' words with a nod, actively listening to the man's advice. He seemed a man who was rich with good advice. It was time to go and he left the three and the hens for just a moment to snag his necessities, mainly the handgun, his boots, and thick canvas jacket. He returned to gather the hens.<br/><br/>"This is a first, me picking up chick, let alone, two." he mused whimsically, heading on with Josh and Jeb.<br/><br/>"No Broadway, I promise."