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[indentLocation : Lley's Home >> Garreth's Home (ADENIA)[indent]Company : Garreth[indent]✏ ♫- Wearing : Plain tank top, Torn loose pajama bottoms
It was an extremely reluctant Lley that Rhiannon came in to send home that morning, though he hid his dread of going back to that haunted farm with a smile and a half-hearted joke. Both passed him smoothly under her radar, and he hobbled into the waiting/reception area with her aid. His feet were already beginning to feel a lot better, though it was still a bit of trouble walking on them. ’Eyra would probably carry me around the farm to keep working despite this,’ he thought to himself with a small, wry smile. The workaholic had returned to digging in the dirt the same day of her weird self-harming episode; even the heavy rain had not dampened her resolve to be out in the field with her little plants. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as a trio of women barged into the clinic.
Of the three, Lley only recognized Sylvia; the other slightly taller dark-haired female had short hair and grey eyes similar to the bartender’s, and she was helping Sylvia support a taller blonde woman between them while asking for help. There was a hastily tied handkerchief tied around her head, blood staining through the cloth and running down her face. Lley struggled to rise to his feet to help out, but his feet protested with pain and he flopped back down into his seat. Damn it… This development was going to keep him bedridden for a few days at the least. Helplessly frustrated with the whole situation, the blond could only sit and watch intently as Rhiannon moved to assist them, but to no avail. Garreth arrived then (talk about good timing!) and easily scooped the blonde woman up and took her into the room that Lley had just left. Lley breathed out a small sigh of relief and hung his head as Rhiannon gently instructed the remaining women to wait in the reception area. There was no way to tell what in the world happened with the blonde woman, but, despite how much he disliked Rando, he couldn’t bring himself to believe that he could have been involved at all. That b*****d loved the close company of women too much, and hitting one is like asking to be ostracized by the rest in this kind of small community. Emery couldn’t have possibly been involved either; when it came to outsiders, she didn’t beat them up, she just killed them.
"Good morning, Miss Rhiannon and Sylvia and...uh, sorry, I don't know your name. I'm Eyra! I am here to fetch my boss." Lley’s head jerked up at the voice and the name, and he looked over with something akin to incredulity as Eyra quickly walked over to him. ”E-Eyra--” "I put up the tarp in case it rains again." Lley could have fallen over in exasperation at her statement; of course the first words out of her mouth would be work related. However, Lley suppressed a sigh and even refrained from rolling his eyes as the girl sighed and continued: "I walked in thinking you were just refusing to get up, but the whole place is trashed. What happened anyways?" Whoa, the whole place was trashed? Some color left Lley’s face as he looked down at the ground.
”O-o-oh… u-uhm… well…” He took a deep breath to calm his fragile nerves. Come on, you’re a big boy. You can do this. ”Well…. y’see… the farm house… is haunted. Amazingly, Eyra seemed to readily believe that claim (unlike Garreth). ”Really!? That’s horrible.” Lley looked taken aback, and he scratched his head. ”E-er, yeah. Some little girl named Chloé started messing with some things in my house, asked… if I knew where her mommy was…” The man visibly shuddered at the memory. ”Then broke a bunch of glass bottles in my room, which I hurt myself on tryin’ to get out of that damned place.” Finished with his narrative, he placed his hands on his legs and stared at Eyra.
”... That’s it. That’s what happened.” Lley’s voice was rather comically matter-of-fact and a little higher than normal. ”I’m not going back. And if I do, it’s to burn that damn building down.” Lley patted Eyra lightly on the head. ”It was nice working with you and everything, Eyra, but that’s where I draw the line. Nope. Not dealing with ghosts.”
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