Snippet #1605171

The third arrival happened to be The Perfectionist, a man utterly obsessed with making things perfect to a nearly impossible degree. Vincent Phantasmagoria Abbatoir had no need for taking a disgusting, putrid, crowded bus - He owned his own car. He drove his shining, brand new looking, black, Audi R8 Spyder to the parking lot. He made sure to park in a space where there was no one parked in front or to either side of him. He sighed, popping the trunk and stepping out of the car, grabbing a pair of rubber gloves from the glove compartment as he did so. He slipped the gloves on as he stepped out, closing it carefully. He opened the door to the back seat and pulled out two roll-along bags. There was another slam and he growled. "Did you put on the gloves?" A man identical to The Perfectionist laughed, different in only attire and hairstyling - This man's silver hair wasn't swept back.

The twins were perfectly identical at first glance, having the same height, hair color, eye color, skin tone - Heck, they even weighed the same, which was a miracle, since Vincent had quite the sweet tooth. Vincent wore nice black shoes, the tops half covered by the ends of black slacks. He wore a blue collared shirt with a black tie, the shirt tucked into his pants. A black belt was snaked through the belt loops of his slacks and a silver wallet chain was clipped onto one of his belt loops before hanging, the other end hiding in the depths of his pocket where it connected to his wallet. The other twin had the exact same attire, with some minor differences. Instead of nice black shoes, he wore black converse, starting to tear and break at the cloth sides. The color of the collared shirt was red instead of blue, the tie undone with the ends hanging loose, as well as the shirt untucked - much different than the other man's. Vincent's expression was serious, stern, and cold while the other twin's was playful, almost smug, and lively.

"'Course," The other man chimed. "I don't need to ruin your day before your shrink does." The twin walked around the car, hands encased with rubber gloves. "'Sides, i know you got problems with that kind of thing. Like- Serious problems." Vincent glared up at his identical twin. "No more serious then yours," he spat. "No, forgive me, that's inaccurate - Your problems are far worse, Tony. There is nothing wrong with preferring things to be in the best, more perfect state." Tony rolled his eyes. "And that's why you need a shrink." "Hardly," "You totally do, dude." "Your statement is false." Vincent gestured down to his roll-along bags, causing Tony to roll his eyes again. "Right, right." he muttered, disdainfully. "You got the keys right?" "Of course, Anthony." "Loosen up, Vince - You're gonna make other Loony friends!" "Anthony," "Okay, okay! Geez!" Tony sighed, grabbing the two roll-along bags. Vincent then closed the back doors, making sure to lock them. He walked to the trunk and took out a briefcase, filled with accessories and supplies for his instruments, Maria's case, and Marie's case. He didn't have Lilian in a separate case since the flute was in the briefcase with other various things. Vincent carried Marie's case while Maria's case was strapped onto him like a backpack - It had straps after all.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Come on, dude - You're gonna be late to the Loony party." "Anthony," "Moody today, aren't you, Vin?" "I can't believe we're twins." "The feeling is mutual Professor Perfection." The twins made their way to the building and found Vincent's room quickly. The two of them squabbled a bit more after setting the things inside. Vincent had taken care to yell and scold anyone inside cleaning about how they should be doing things, as opposed to how they were doing them now. After they both disposed of their gloves, Tony took his older brother's hand and dragged him back outside. The twins had no intention of splitting up until all the 'Loonies' had arrived and Tony had made sure his brother was settled in decently for the first day. The two remained outside, standing next to each other and talking quietly, still holding hands - Being twins was a close bond after all, no matter how much they both denied it.