MAIN CHARACTER PERSPETIVE: SPENCER
'Why won't they leave me alone, it hurts. I don't understand what I've done.'
"Hey dude, you okay?" Spencer jumped, out of surprise. He raised his head slightly off the counter and glazed around the small space. He'd over done it again. "This is the 5th time this fortnight Spencer, I'm getting extremely concerned about your addiction." This was Payton, he is Spencer's neighbour, also know as one of the only citizens of the town who give a crap about him, he wore a deep black fedora usually topped with a classy, fake rose. "Eh, whatever, didja leave your wallet 'ere or somethin'" Spencer mumbled, slowly standing upright, placing his hand over Payton's firm shoulder, with a slackly posture. "No, I just came to reassure myself that you are alright." He orated, removing Spencer's arm from his shoulder. "Oui, Ca va bien monsieur." He reclaimed, which gave him a befuddled facial expression, but only for a short moment. "Alright mon ami, I'll have to get to my shift. But I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow ." Payton spoke while glancing at his pocket watch (that was way to monstrous for his pocket, yet to even be titled as a pocket watch) "Salut, À demain." Spencer waved his acutance off, and shuddered at the cold breeze as the doors violently flew outwards.
"Howdy buddy! Good morning, nice to see you again." Ainsley grinned as they saw their co-worker enter the room, Spencer replied back with a slight grin before setting up his desk for the day. "So, just asking how often do you get a call, y'know for the ghost hunting stuff. Business calls!" They asked, looking at Spencer's tarnished desk moving their foot around prancingly. "Depends, usually thrice a week. Usually people call after hours though, and then we have to get their urgently, which is usually a bust or a prank call by immature children." He mentioned, cautiously peeling off a sticky note that was left on the phone box, and then dialling in the number mentioned on the small note in shrilly handwriting, he waited impatiently as the phone signalled. Ainsley bounced reputedly, grinning even more. "Wow, I must've been lucky to attend on yesterday then!" "Mhm" Spencer muttered under his cold breath, and irrationally nodding his head. "Gosh, I'm a real lucky charm at the moment, I've just got engaged to my feyonce, I've just sold 20 comics at the price of £5.99, golly I'm on a roll!" They added, Spencer just nodded and began speaking on the phone. Ainsley's grin slowly faded and they pranced back over to their display. Not even a moment later, Wenston hurriedly bushed the doors open, and clambered his equipment inside. He placed it in an empty space, near to Ainsley's wall display. "Spencer you absolute crackhead! You imbecile, how could you be late today! God your useless." He yelled in frustration. "I could have died due to your absence, get here on schedule next time. And I want an explanation instantly, it is going to have to be enough to save your pay check." He continued, glaring straight through Spencer, who now had slammed his phone back onto the stand where it remains to be seen. "L-look monsieur, I'm terribly apologetic, I over did it last night, I am very sorry. And please, it will not happen again, I need that money for my bills, my landlord's going to kick me out if I can't afford to pay up." He replied, slightly agitated, yet holding his frustration inside himself, as if he were a cell. He concealed himself often, that was the way he'd always been. That is the way he feels secure. Wenston steadily walked over to Spencer and placed his heavy, muscular arm on Spencer's stiff shoulders. "I'll let you off, but it won't happen again." The towering, intimidating man had now stormed off, where exactly? No idea, ask him. 'Good lord, glad he spared my ass this time, I'd be doomed if he dismissed pay day.' He thought to himself, subconsciously mumbling gibberish in his zoned out state. "Earth to crack head who seems to be talking to ones self." Ainsley motioned their hand in front of his face, making him gain consciousness once more. "Oh, yeah. Many thanks co-worked Ainsley, I would have missed something important other wise." He shrugged. "One more query. When is our break, and how long exactly?" They asked, hinting for them to go get lunch from a near by café. "Well, I can't really leave my station, but we usually have lunch about 13:54, and yes that exact time stamp, usually lasts about 15 minutes." Spencer vocalised, skimming some paperwork he had received "How would you like to have a short break and have some lunch with me, my treat." Ainsley, cheered, Spencer hesitated, before getting gently removed from his desk, by none other than Wenston. "It'd be a great chance to get to know one another, so therefor I accept, just don't be longer than 20 minutes." He, spoke slightly intimidating. "Merci beaucoup Wenston!" Spencer, glazed at him in admiration. "Scram before I change my goddamn stinking mind!" He warned, to assure that his employees got a move on. Which worked accurately.
"Table for 2 please!" Ainsley replied to the neatly, accurately dressed waitress, who just gently smiled and led the path to their table. "I will find some employees to assist you." She stated, gently, each word feeling like a soundwave hitting a puffy pillow, she slowly strutted out of view and at back. Ainsley looked at the woman and turned back, just glazing at Spencer. "Hello, what will it be- oh Ainsley, my dear what a surprise to see you here!" Lorette beamed like the burning sunlight, Spencer was just left confused. "Thought I'd come to say hello sweetheart oh, and let me introduce you to my co-worker, Spencer!" Lorette's attention was drawn to the other man. "Encante, madame." He smiled at the woman. "Is this your feyonce?!" Spencer gasped, finally putting the puzzle pieces into place, Ainsley nodded, grasping onto Lorette's gentle fingers. "Anyways, nice to meet you Mr. Spencer, see you later Ainsley, love you" She spoke whilst kissing the cheek of her loved one and then leaving view. "I'm very happy for you two." "Thank you Spenc." "Anyways, off the subject but, considering your an activist and have a vast knowledge on LGBTQ+ does that implied that your an ally or a member?" Ainsley, questioned nudging slightly closer to him. "I swear, I told you, I'm trans and aroace. But alright yeah." "Oh, yes I recall, My soon to be wife is transgender also." They smiled. "Well, it's been nice but we should be getting back soon or boss man will-" "Oh come on, we still have 10 minutes, and we haven't even had lunch yet, come on have some fun for a moment!" Ainsley pronounced, proudly. Spencer did not have the energy to say no, he just gave in and pulled a sandwich out from his bag. "I'm allowed to bring my own stuff here, right?" "Oh yeah, just don't get caught." They muttered scrolling through the menu, skimming majority of its contents. "I see." Spencer shoved his lunch back in his bag, saving it for later.
AFTER WORK HOURS:
His shift was finally over, her leaned over into the view of his pocket watch, 20:08. 'Payton, he wanted to meet me tomorrow did he not? Eh, sure.' Without paying much attention, Spencer marched straight into Wenston. "Ah there is the man when I need him, Spencer would you mind keeping an eye on that target of a woman across the street?" Wenston pointed to a damsel, she was sat upright looking at her reflection in the town fountain. "Sorry monsieur, I can't-" "Of course you can, its not like you have anything to do other than over-drink, and file remaining paperwork, I want to know if she moves, or interacts with someone, got it?" Spencer nodded his head hesitantly, before getting an accepting 'grin' from his 'idol.' Wenston grabbed the leather patch on his shotgun, and busted out the back doors for a hunt. He sighed, slumping into a chipped rocking chair out-front, he tugged at one of the hats hanging up and placed it stably over his eyes to prevent suspicion. The cold breeze was always reassuring and predictable in the Autumn months, always gentle, gusty and always got a slight tranquillize feeling, Spencer watched how the alluring lass's bouncy curls flowed in the gentle gust, her dress flowing at a similar pace, she dragged her hand calmly through the chill water, as it's glacial sensation touched her soft, warm flesh. Spencer shuddered at the feeling of her noticing him, he'd do what he was told to do, and no more then that. The woman suddenly, gave a concerned look, and jogged towards Spencer clutching her chest, ungravely. Spencer sat up, shocked he glazed up at her and made himself look presentable. "Young madame, what has got you so concerned so suddenly?" He asked, attempting to look appealing, dusting of some gravel on his torso. The woman took hold off his rough hand. "It's just that, I know this is strange but... I don't feel secure." She spoke, retrieving her hand, and rubbing her upper arms. "Don't worry, here take this it'll keep you nice and warm. Concealed." Spencer handled her a dress-like coat and wrapped it around her, she took it slowly smiling. "Thank you sir." "No problem-" "Hello! Spencer my man have you... Oh yes, bonjour madame, how must you be this pleasant evening?" Wenston kneeled down, in front of the woman and took her hand, she turned her head into her hood, slightly flustered. 'Yech, what a bust.' Spencer thought to himself. "Here madame, let me guide you to some place warmer." "Why thank you." Wenston secured the woman in his arms, and walked her over to a near by cabin. A few moments later, he returned. "Spencer, that woman, she is, so appealing to me she gives me that feeling of..." "Je na sais quoi?" Spencer irrupted. "Yes, that sensation of mystery, wonder even." Wenston aimed his gun directly at the star constellations, drawing shapes with the nib. "Now buggar off, and keep concealed while your at it."
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P.E.L.S - WHERE THE GHOSTS COME FIRST.
AdventureA tale about a group known as the P.E.L.S (Paranormal Exorcism Lost soul Support.) Who deal with paranormal phenomenon's followed by their own lives that are being bulleted by the discrimination. HOW WILL THEY OVERCOME THESE? WILL THEY BECOME CONFI...
