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located in The Vigilante Village, Tennessee, a part of The Vigilante Village, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Peter Alkaev Character Portrait: Matt Alkaev
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Matt's eyes drifted in and out of focus as he lazily watched the trees zip by in a blur. Normally he'd chide his brother for his disregard of speed limits, and he'd remind him of how recently he had gotten his license and how easy it was to crash, but this time he didn't bother. He too tired to argue, and Peter was just excited. Peter was also just a bad driver.

Matt found himself wondering for not the first time why he hadn't been more persistent about taking the bus.

Three sharp turns and one uneasy stomach later, Matt squeezed his eyes shut and regretted his decision. "You're going to get a ticket." he groaned, clutching on to the door handle. He took in a deep breath, then opened his eyes slowly and shot a sideways glance at his brother. He was sweating. Of course, Matt thought, frowning. "Either that or you're going to skid off the road."

Peter's focus on the road was unswayed. "Shut up."
he said, his voice tight. Matt doubted that he had even heard him.

With a scowl on his face, Matt strained his neck to see the speedometer, and with a stern look of disapproval he glared at his brother. "At least ease off the petal a bit, will you?"

Peter's eye glanced down, and with careful carelessness he brought the car to the proper speed limit. Matt glanced out the window, sighing in relief when he saw that the trees were no longer blurring together like they had before. At least if they crashed now, they wouldn't go flying through the windshield. "Sorry,"
Peter muttered, sounding more at ease now. "I'm just..." he paused, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. His eyes glanced up to the rear-view mirror for a short second before going intently back to the road. "You know."

Matt didn't, and sometimes he wondered if Peter didn't, either. "You know," he'd always say, but he'd never make any move to explain. Maybe he was just dumb and figured that Matt had mind-reading powers as well as his weather ones. Whatever it was, Matt found it easier to make a guess rather than try to beat Peter's feelings out of him.

"Nervous?" he asked. Peter shrugged.

"Sort of."

"Why?"

"I dunno."

Oh, Matt thought, leaning back in his seat. He'd had hoped that after spending three years straight by his brothers side he'd learned how to read him, but brotherly bonding was harder than he thought. It was moments like these where Matt wished that he really did have those mind-reading powers. They would have made things a lot easier. "You know, I'm sort of nervous, too." he lied. That seemed like a good start.

Peter glanced at him. "Oh yeah? Why?" Matt shrugged.

"It's just, like..." Matt paused. He hadn't thought of what he was going to say. "Who's gonna be at camp this year, what cabin I'm gonna be in, who I'm gonna get stuck with."

Peter laughed. "That's what you worry about in your spare time? Who your buddies are gonna be? God, Matvei."

Matt furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" he demanded, somewhat offended. "What's wrong with that? What am I supposed to be worrying about?"

Peter laughed again and shook his head. "Nothing, nothing." he said easily. He gave the steering wheel a turn, and Matt looked out the window to see that he realized where they were.





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Peter wondered if he'd ever not feel like the world was spinning around him whenever he drove. From a reasonable perspective, driving while feeling such a way was an awful thing to do, but so was the alternative of riding in a bus for two days and stopping at every stop imaginable. At least this way Peter could feel awful and have a fun road-trip at the same time.

"Get out,"
he said to Matvei, leaning over and opening the door for him. "Go find your buddies."


Matt unbuckled his seat belt and frowned when Peter didn't. "You could, you know, come with me."

Peter shook his head, declining. "I'm gonna sit in here for a bit," he said, then added when Matt gave him a look that resembled a mixture of concern and frustration. "I'll catch up! I'm not going anywhere." he promised. Matvei shook his head before hesitantly climbing out of the car, then he swung the door shut behind him as he headed in to camp. Peter slouched in his seat and sighed. He wasn't ready to go out yet. His stomach still felt like it was two bad moves away from making him hurl.

His eyes drifted upwards to the rear-view mirror, where he could see his jacket resting in the back seat. Don't, he thought, chewing at his bottom lip. Don't. But he was already unbuckling his seat belt and turning around to move the jacket out of the way, which then revealed the bottle of Smirnoff he had been smart to hide. He would have never heard the end of it if Matvei had seen it. Peter grabbed the bottle and temporarily put it on the passengers seat, then he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a green water bottle that was unfortunate to have a Mickey Mouse sticker stuck to it. He had probably bought it from the dollar store.

Don't, he thought again, but it didn't stop him from transferring some of the Smirnoff from the original bottle to the Mickey Mouse one. He sighed, closed the cap, then put the bottle back under his jacket and opened the door. He wouldn't come back to get it. He wouldn't.

"Matt!" Peter called, making sure to lock the car before he went to follow after his brother.