→ dennis creevey (soldierfare) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-02-28 23:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | colin creevey, dennis creevey |
Who: Dennis and Colin Creevey
What: Dennis just arrived! And thinks this is a sick joke and not a super sweet reunion! Well, at first!
When: Thursday evening
Where: The forest and beyond?
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
This was sick. This was really fucking sick. Of all the things Dennis could have anticipated for today, this was not one of them. Normally he got a few owls, none of which he read. He stopped in to visit with his parents and then spent the rest of the day with Colin. He had been doing that for the past seven years. There was not a single year that went by that Dennis did not visit with his brother on the day he had passed away .. or had been murdered, really. He was beyond furious that someone had intervened on his tradition and stuck him here ... whatever here was. Masquerading as his brother only made it worse. Dennis was torn between storming back to London or finding whoever this mystery person was and throttling him. How dare anyone take on Colin's name and memory in such a vulgar way. He couldn't wrap his head around what was going on or why. Clearly it was connected with today being the anniversary of the Final Battle, but nothing like this had ever happened before. It was supposed to pass with great honor and respect. Not something like this disgusting mockery.
How many other people had they brought here to do this to? Dennis didn't see anyone else in the town he'd been dropped in. Had he been the only one? Why would he be targeted? There were other people far more high profile than him who had lost loved ones to the Final Battle. Why was he in this position? None of it made any sense. All Dennis knew was that he had to get out of here and call the authorities in because whatever twisted thing was going on here had to be stopped and he couldn't do it alone. There seemed to be a lot of people here, whispering in the shadows. It was making his skin crawl. It was what drove him to the woods. Cover and a way back, a way home, he hoped. He was crunching his way through the forest, muttering angrily and shoving his glasses back up his nose every few paces when he heard someone else. Behind him? It sounded like they were behind him. Holding his breath, he pressed his back to a tree and waited.