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Isla Muireall Baird ([info]ghostmusic) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2012-11-03 06:31:00
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WHO: Aoife Gallagher, Victor Brannigan, Michael and then Aphrodite
WHAT: Finding dead daddy dearest
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WHERE: Her father's house
WARNINGS: Dead bodies!



Aoife had been having so much fun living with her mother and bonding with her, that she took a few days before she decided she really should visit her father. Their last conversation hadn't really been cordial, as she had accused him of keeping her from her mother for years. She wanted to have an actual discussion about it. She wanted to know why.

Unfortunately, Aoife would never know.

She stepped inside her father's apartment and she called out for her father. She was answered with silence and she rolled her eyes and went searching for him. She found him in the living room, his body twisted and broken. She screamed and stumbled backwards, hitting the wall hard. "Oh god. Oh god!"

Aoife collapsed to her knees and she crawled over to her father's body. There was no mistaking he was dead. He was cold and he smelled. Aoife's hand covered her mouth and she sobbed into it before rushing to grab the phone and call the police.

By the time they arrived, Aoife was curled in the corner of the living room, staring at her father's body in horror. People swarmed the room and cordoned it off. People started talking and examining and collecting evidence, and Aoife still just stared.


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