Who: Kennedy Simmons What: Kenny finds something odd hidden in the gardens. Where: Astor Ridge gardens When: Tuesday, February 22nd; 7:30am Status: Narrative/Complete
Despite having to work in the early hours on a dreary winter day, Kenny was in a good mood. This particular good mood started all the way back on Saturday after a highly successful date with Frank and nothing occurred since to destroy this mood. There were a couple times where it faltered - for instance, when the smell of rot permeated through the halls of her floor - but she quickly bounced back from it. She was good at that, bouncing back from things that went wrong or didn't seem right.
So Kenny was in a good mood and enjoying her time in the gardens. She did maintenance duty per her job description all while humming a tune that had played at the restaurant she and Frank attended that weekend. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary during her first initial scan of the gardens, Which she was thankful for. Astor Ridge had a tendency towards odd things. Upon a more thorough scan, however, she noticed a large hole behind some bushes. She didn't think much of it, chalking it up as an animal's doing, but went to investigate it anyway. All she had to do was fill up the hole and go about her way, easy peasy.
Except it wasn't so easy peasy. As Kenny approached the hole, she noticed some kind of object poking out from the dirt. She couldn't make out exactly what it was hidden under some of the loose soil until she was right above it. What she found was a some cloth. Kenny eyed it warily for a moment, noting it's almost satin-like appearance and wondering just what the cloth might be. She used her hands to dig the whole deeper, revealing what appeared to be articles of clothing scrunched up haphazardly into a ball.
She lifted one of the pieces and gasped when she recognized it as a pair of pajama pants that were ripped and stained. A quick glance at the other ball of fabric brought her to the conclusion that it had to be the top for the set of pjs. Kenny let the pants drop for her hands and she stared at the crumpled heap before her, the good mood she had destroyed by frightening thoughts. Why were there ripped and stained pajamas buried in the gardens? Where did they come from? Who did they belong to? And what happened that caused them to be in the condition they were in?
After what seemed like an eternity, Kenny snapped out of her thoughts and realized she needed to tell someone about her discovery. She dug her hand into her pocket and took out her cellphone, dialing the number for security. "Hi, yes, it's Kenny. Could you send someone out to the gardens? I found something they need to see..."