#kenley

Pilots of 'B' Flight, No. 32 Squadron, relax on the grass at RAF Hawkinge in front of a Hurricane Mk. I.  Left to right: R. F. Smythe, Keith R. Gillman, J. E. Procter, Flight Lieutenant P. M. Brothers, D. H. Grice, P. M. Gardner, and A. F. Eckford (all Pilot Officers except for Brothers).  Gillman was posted missing August 25th, 1940, but the rest all survived the war.

A further contingent of NZ airmen are welcomed upon arrival by the High Commissioner for New Zealand.  The men are armourers, and wireless operators for ground duties, and have arrived by ship along with members of the Naval Volunteer Reserve.

Two armourers service the machine guns of a Hawker Hurricane Mk. I of No. 85 Squadron, while another unpacks belts of .303 inch ammunition (RAF Debden, July 25th, 1940).

A pilot of No. 64 Squadron RAF runs towards his Supermarine Spitfire Mark 1A as the squadron is scrambled at 10:45 am at Kenley (August 15th, 1940).

WAAF telephone operators in Sector 'G' Operations Room at RAF Duxford, receiving reports of enemy aircraft pilots from Observer Corps posts (September 1940).

A Hurricane pilot discusses his flight with the intelligence officer after returning from aerial combat (October 17th, 1940).

Pilots of No. 310 (Czechoslovak) Squadron RAF and their British flight commanders, grouped in front of a Hawker Hurricane Mk. I at RAF Duxford (September 7th, 1940).

Left to right (standing): Pilot Officer Svatopluk Janouch, Sergeant Josef Vopalecky, Sergeant Raimund Puda, Sergeant Karel Seda, Sergeant Bohumir Furst, and Sergeant Rudolf Zima.

"I'm bored!” Kenley announced as she sprawled onto the floor, “Let’s do something else now.”

“Uh…we could have pretend lunch while we wait for our real lunch to arrive!” Derek suggested with a smile.

“Wait!” Kenley sat bolt upright and looked Derek in the eye, “When do you get food?”

“I believe it should arrive in about half an hour!”

“I have an idea! Come with me!” Kenley ran towards the door and opened it.

“W-What're you doing?” Derek folded his hands and fearfully stared at Kenley.

“Having some fun!” Kenley giggled as she held the door open.

Derek nervously sauntered out the door before Kenley quietly closed it behind themselves. He then followed Kenley down a flight of steps until they were back in the hallway next to the throne room.

“Who's that?” Kenley pointed toward a tall, dark-skinned man in a dark blue robe and hat with trimming that was a lighter blue.

“Who, him? His name is ‘Odval!’ He’s father's royal advisor, he's not really very nice to me, and he has three eyes!”

Kenley studied the man more closely, “Where is it? On his third butt?”

Derek gasped and covered his mouth, “Oh, no! It's under his hat!”

“Watch this!” Kenley whispered as she tiptoed up to Odval and poked the sides of his waist with each of her hands.

As Odval let out an uncharacteristic, high-pitched shriek, Kenley giggled and ran back down the hall. As Derek followed, he heard Odval give quite a tongue-lashing to a nearby guard.

“I would never dream of doing that myself, but I must say that was very satisfying to watch! I never heard a grown man scream like that!”

After they began to run back up the stairs, Kenley had tears in her eyes as she nearly collapsed on the stairs, “My dad used to do that to me all the time! If I have any powers, it's scaring people!”

When they entered Derek’s room, Kenley caught sight of the window, which caused her to again mourn for her lost freedom. She slowly walked towards the window, rested her arms on the bottom of it, and stared at the peasants, going about their business, working and playing.

Kenley took a deep breath, “I’m gonna try to escape.”

"Oh,” Derek hung his head. As much as he cared about Kenley’s freedom, he would've missed her if she succeeded in escaping.

Kenley continued to look out the window, “Come with me.”

You gave up? I'll check and see No one cares less than me Dead wrong I guess you'll be These voices won't let you leave Got you down on bended knee What should my next weapon be? It's over, you can't breathe Just sleep now, rest in peace ~Another Way Out, Hollywood Undead

Kenley ur a fucker Im shamin u for all that u do

quick art bc of an HU song I kinda fucked her hand up but w/e