McKinley & Kennedy - The Great Hall
As her twin spoke, Kennedy listened dutifully. Sure, she was still shoving the food in her mouth as fast she could (she did not eat like a lady when she wasn't at home), but she was listening. Truthfully, the youngest siren in the Martineau line (by mere minutes) didn't really see the dilemma. The idea of relationships were already something she was jaded on due to her own failed betrothals and chosen romances, but she had to admit she was a little envious. McKinley had found not one but two guys who were head over heels for her, though the choice was really a no-brainer for the rebellious princess.
"Jasper is related to Blaise," she reminded her twin, as if that was all the explanation needed. The girls adored Blaise, of course. She was as good as a sister at this point, but they knew how tempestuous and mercurial the gorgeous best friend of their older sister could be. Her brother was no different. "Parrish is, well, I don't think there are words for it. Though perfect is a big one." Kennedy gave her twin a look, however, that showed just what she thought about 'perfect'. She would gladly sleep with someone like Parrish, but date them? "Do you really want your love life to be neat and-" she began, starting to finish with 'boring' when the banging of doors interrupted her sure-to-be-epic advice.
Both girls were reaching for the other as soon as the shouting began, and Kennedy's silverware clattered to the ground as she hurriedly grabbedher sister. "There's a door over there!" she confirmed, moving towards an exit everyone else seemed to be heading towards also. Those doors opened too, and before she could even mouth a warning, blood sprayed them both. Stunned, her heart pounded as Kennedy gripped her sister's hand tighter than she ever had before. How could they get out of here?! All of the exits were filled with assailaints now, and people were dropping left and right. Their feet slipped on floors now slick with blood as they scrambled away, and Kennedy felt a rising tightness in her chest that she assumed was panic. No way was she going to go out cowering on the floor, though, and she wasn't going to leave McKinley alone by having a heart attack either.
She was scanning the carnage for an escape that wasn't blocked when suddenly McKinley's grip on her tightened. Looking over to see what had caused it, a sinking feeling of dread filled her along with a white hot burning. Eyes that matched her twins fell on the red stain, explaining the phantom sensation that had accompanied the sudden cold fear. "McKinley!" she screamed, forgetting everything around them as that tightness seemed to creep closer and closer to exploding. She barely felt McKinley's nails as her own hand joined her twin's in an attempt to cover the wound. Tears stung the back of her eyes, but Kennedy forced them back. She had to keep her head. She had to help her sister.
"It's going to be okay. We're going to get out," she said, though the shaking in her voice betrayed her panic. Her arm wrapped around McKinley to help support her as she kept her eyes focused on her twin's. "Just lean on me. I think there's a door over there," she managed, swallowing back the growing sensation that something was about to go terribly wrong. She couldn't think that. It couldn't happen. They would survive.