Post by agni on Dec 16, 2010 1:29:48 GMT -5
THE McKENNA BROTHERS
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"A little about myself, 'ey? Well, settle in, it's gonna be a wild ride. I grew up on a farm but I'm a bloody genius, so don't be cracking hick jokes at me, or Rory because he's fucking brilliant. We Irish are the cream of the bloody crop, we are. Proud of it, too. I curse like a sailor, love a good pint, and I fly a mean aeorplane, so if you fancy cursing drunken pilots, you're fucking golden. Doesn't help much that the plane's back in Ireland. I might be a bit rusty, but if you've got a plane to spare, I can still get you from point A to point B and so long as you keep your arms and legs inside the machine, we can do it in a relatively short time with minimal loss or injury.
Back in the old days, before these undead twats cropped up, I scorned all things government. Economy's always been in the shitter, and money's never any better. As a matter of fact, standardised anything isn't really for me. I'm a live free die hard kinda lad. And ya know, didn't surprise me much when the walkers reared their ugly bonnets, all things considered they seem better off than humanity at its most finest sometimes. At least they've got the civility to chew their food. As the infamous prince Hamlet once said, what a piece of work is a man! All that rubbish praising man's best qualities, which are at best mind-numblingly fallable, and yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? We were never going anywhere but down in the long run, anyway. Frankly I'm more surprised it took so long to get here.
But don't think I'll go quietly. They were human once and no better off now, so if I go down, I'm going down swingin'. Hurt my brother and your ass is grass, comrade.
All right, all right, quit yer jeerin', I'll get down off my high horse and speak plainly. Not much else to say aside from bring on what's worth bringin' on. Have I met you in the past? Will I meet you in the future? No, that's just hoquaim, I doubt you can see the future. I'm open and up for anything you feel like throwin' my way. Friends, lovers, old flames? Zombie pals? (Kidding. I'd only kill you. But hey, if you wanna line yourselves up for me, I won't complain.)
Oh, and call me Finnegan and you're a dead man."
Back in the old days, before these undead twats cropped up, I scorned all things government. Economy's always been in the shitter, and money's never any better. As a matter of fact, standardised anything isn't really for me. I'm a live free die hard kinda lad. And ya know, didn't surprise me much when the walkers reared their ugly bonnets, all things considered they seem better off than humanity at its most finest sometimes. At least they've got the civility to chew their food. As the infamous prince Hamlet once said, what a piece of work is a man! All that rubbish praising man's best qualities, which are at best mind-numblingly fallable, and yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? We were never going anywhere but down in the long run, anyway. Frankly I'm more surprised it took so long to get here.
But don't think I'll go quietly. They were human once and no better off now, so if I go down, I'm going down swingin'. Hurt my brother and your ass is grass, comrade.
All right, all right, quit yer jeerin', I'll get down off my high horse and speak plainly. Not much else to say aside from bring on what's worth bringin' on. Have I met you in the past? Will I meet you in the future? No, that's just hoquaim, I doubt you can see the future. I'm open and up for anything you feel like throwin' my way. Friends, lovers, old flames? Zombie pals? (Kidding. I'd only kill you. But hey, if you wanna line yourselves up for me, I won't complain.)
Oh, and call me Finnegan and you're a dead man."
"You're a bloody irish mime!" - Finny
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"Don’t start your jokes about the mime talking. I’m no bloody mime, and this isn’t talking. Don’t start making The Stand jokes, and don’t call me Nick. I may not be violent, but Finny won’t have a problem feeding you to the walkers. If you cross him, I won’t say a word when he does, either. See? That’s a joke. I’m capable of making them.
I don’t speak. Not to you, at least. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know why, and I get tired of people asking me. The only person I speak to is my brother, and that’s a choice. I’m not disabled, I’m a mute. I’m also Irish. That’s not a choice. That’s called genetics. I’m smart, I’m punctual, and I’m good at silent conversations. I know how to get a point across. I’m a man of my word (that’s another joke), I think things through, and I can draw a mean landscape. But I won’t. And that’s my choice to make.
I’m brilliant, but I’m far more humble than my brother. Our parents? We don’t know where they are. We’re hoping to find them. Just like everyone else out there. Is there anyone out there? It doesn’t matter much to me, as long as our parents are.
I may be mute, but I know how to seduce. Ever complain that your man doesn’t listen to you? Your problem's solved.
And I don’t like cats. They stare at you. Hasn’t anybody told them it’s rude?
I’m open to friendships, lovers, enemies, whatever you throw at me. I’ll talk. Just not with words."
I don’t speak. Not to you, at least. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know why, and I get tired of people asking me. The only person I speak to is my brother, and that’s a choice. I’m not disabled, I’m a mute. I’m also Irish. That’s not a choice. That’s called genetics. I’m smart, I’m punctual, and I’m good at silent conversations. I know how to get a point across. I’m a man of my word (that’s another joke), I think things through, and I can draw a mean landscape. But I won’t. And that’s my choice to make.
I’m brilliant, but I’m far more humble than my brother. Our parents? We don’t know where they are. We’re hoping to find them. Just like everyone else out there. Is there anyone out there? It doesn’t matter much to me, as long as our parents are.
I may be mute, but I know how to seduce. Ever complain that your man doesn’t listen to you? Your problem's solved.
And I don’t like cats. They stare at you. Hasn’t anybody told them it’s rude?
I’m open to friendships, lovers, enemies, whatever you throw at me. I’ll talk. Just not with words."
+ brothers are currently roaming around Texas, making their way to Kentucky but will stop in Georgia on the way.
+ worried about how their parents have fared through the outbreak so far. (speaking of which, we might need people to play them in the future, if they end up being still alive.)
+ totally up for anything. I'm thinking Finny is Bi, so seriously, hit me with anything. Rory too. Enemies, lovers, old flames, friends, zombie buddies.
+ bios are linked in the "McKENNA" parts of their respective names if you need more information.