[center][h2][color=0076a3]Petyr Jelen[/color] and [color=d86c00]Nina Jelen[/color][/h2][/center]


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Location: Lincoln Memorial School Gym
Interacting with: Each Other, People that are there
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Petyr squinted his eyes against the sun as he rounded the corner on the approach to the gym. He was tired, more so than usual. Mostly because he’d gotten up at least an hour earlier than he usually did for this asinine memorial. What was the point, anyway? It wasn’t as if anybody in the town would be forgetting what happened anytime soon. Not with the way it had nearly shattered some of his victims. Especially Tess. By God was she going to be a mess today. Which was probably why Nina had gotten up early to go be with her. Still, somebody in Verona had decided the whole thing needed commemoration, and the only thing anybody who raised an objection would get were accusations of not caring about the victims or their families and the ire of an entire Washington Town. If nothing else, he had reasoned as he pulled on his best shirt that morning, Tess would need the support. 

[color=0076a3]”Sestra!”[/color] he called as he saw Nina amidst the milling mass of townsfolk, [color=0076a3]”Everything alright? More importantly…”[/color] he lowered his voice to a near whisper, [color=0076a3]”How’s Tess holding up?”[/color]

Nina turned to look at Petyr and walked over to him. [color=d86c00]”She’s doing as well as she can given… y’know. But we actually talked. For the first time in months. That was good. She skipped out on all this,”[/color] Nina gestured to the crowd gathering in the Gym, [color=d86c00]”But I really can’t blame her. I think she said she was going to just go home and work on some pieces. Mama Gray says hi, and has wondered where we’ve been. She seems to be enjoying her new gift… and I told her about ours. Well, not what yours is, but that we both have one. She’s also going to go to the party tonight, apparently Everett convinced her to go.”[/color]

Petyr raised his eyebrows slowly in surprise. [color=0076a3]”Well then,”[/color] he said, [color=0076a3]”Isn’t that unexpected. Probably good thing she’s staying away though, the last thing she would want is this kind of attention. Shall we go find our seats and listen to the hovadina (bullshit), then?”[/color]

[color=d86c00]”Určitě (sure). If it’s anything like last year, I got them all memorized.”[/color] Nina seemed to suppress a giggle at what Petyr said and went to find some seats with him. She seemed to look around for a moment, before shrugging and sitting down. [color=d86c00]”So, how much you want to bet there’s some line about ‘Never forgetting’ or some hovadina like that?”[/color]

[color=0076a3]”Do I really seem like the kind of guy to take an already sparse bank account and wager it on a bet he can’t win?”[/color] he half-chuckled as he eased into the empty seat, [color=0076a3]”This whole thing is our own little September 11th. Of course they’ll go on about Never Forgetting. As if some of us will ever be able to.”[/color]

And so it progressed, almost exactly as expected. There was recounting of the events, reminders that pain was suffered, and generic talk of rebuilding and coming out stronger. There was talk of survival and moving forward by those who had suffered, and talk of hope and living in memory of the victims by the ones who had no idea. And then they did what they always did; listed off every single victim, one by one. Some people cried when they got to that part; Petyr just shook his head. Why couldn’t they let the dead rest?

And then the scream came.

Nina, who had seemed to be at her most most attentive during Everett’s speech, nearly shot out of her seat when she heard the scream, and looked at Petyr. [color=d86c00]”Should we go see what it is bratr?”[/color]

Petyr was sitting bolt upright in his chair, his head turned toward the door. A tide of humanity was already moving toward the door to investigate the noise; jumping into the throng would be unwise. But they couldn’t just sit there either. [color=0076a3]”Give it a bit, let the crowd thin. Then we’ll go.”[/color]

And so they did. The twins cleared the doorway just as the murmuring started, and it didn’t take long to see the cause of the commotion; Rachel Lewis. Or rather, her body. Undamaged, unmolested, almost untouched… but most certainly dead. 

Everybody standing near the twins felt the air suddenly chill as he put an arm around Nina. It would fade after just a moment, but there was no mistaking the look of horror and worry that instantly flew across Petyr’s face. [color=0076a3]”Please God, not again…”[/color] he whispered.

Nina whipped out her phone and started texting at almost a rapid fire pace. She scooted closer to Petyr, feeling a bit warm to him.  [color=d86c00]”Svatým Bohem (holy God) no, no no no, no… I can’t do this… not again…”[/color] The color seemed drained from her face, and she looked utterly terrified as she looked up at Petyr.  [color=d86c00]”I want to go home… teď (now.)”[/color]

[color=0076a3]”That can be arranged. Come on.”[/color] he said as the two started to make for the exit. What a time for dad to be out of town...