Tyler Rhone ☸ Miles Straume (afraidofnoghost) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-06-04 21:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | annabel tavern, tyler rhone |
Who. Tyler Rhone, with an appearance by Annabel Tavern
What. Tyler's on a job previously visited by everyone's favorite ghostie
Where. Bristol, UK
When. Saturday afternoon, June 4th, 2011
Warnings. Things pertaining to the subject of death, etc
Tyler wasn't a man that normally took things seriously, but when it came to his job, there was nothing he approached with greater care. From an outsider's perspective there didn't seem to be a lot to Tyler Rhone, but just like Miles he had that faint spark of genuine humanity. You just had to dig a little deeper to find it, or you had to be one of his clients.
The look on the woman's face when he regretfully had to tell her that the job he could perform wasn't possible without a body stuck with him as he left her house in Phoenix, Arizona. It clung to the bit of actual guilt he was capable of all the way to Bristol, one of the best things about the work that he did was that it was twice as easy with the MTN.
He felt for the woman. She'd lost someone she loved, a feeling that he himself was well versed in. It was still written all over her face which meant that the loss was still fresh, and it stung too deep to function. This was why Tyler did the job, why he hadn't hesitated to start doing the work Miles had done before him. If he could ease someone's pain even a little by giving them something after the death of someone they loved, then he'd consider his own life worth living. (Of course, getting him to admit his real reasons for doing this aloud to anyone would be nothing short of a miracle, he'd sooner claim he did it for the cash.)
Just like every other job it was the same old routine. He went up to the door, he knocked politely. He made some small talk with whoever answered it before asking directly where he could find the remains of the deceased. Same old, same old, and yet it never felt like routine to them. This was how they thrived, in communicating with the deceased. Bit fucked up when you think about it, but they didn't make a habit of thinking too much about anything.
The mother of the deceased took him to the grave site. She'd lost her daughter in a car accident, Tyler expressed his standard few words of sympathy before he bowed his head and stooped down nearer to the ground in order to connect while the mother stood back and waited anxiously. A few seconds passed before Tyler's head jerked and the muscles in his face shook as he shut his eyes and listened.
"What? What did she say?" The mother couldn't help asking, wringing her hands behind him as Tyler finally opened his eyes and after another moment stood up to his full height again. Permanently glazed over blue eyes met her face as he spoke, angling his head to the side to look back down at the grave site. "Was I hit."
Sometimes this was the part Tyler disliked the most. People had too many expectations when it came to the last words of the dying. They were hardly ever as profound as the people they left behind wanted them to be, but Tyler always told it to them straight. Unlike Miles, he had never once misused his gift. Never cheated, never cut corners, he went by the book. Even when it ended up not helping as much as it might have if he had lied, he just didn't see the point in it, but he always expanded anyway.
"I don't think she'd want you to worry, ma'am. Sometimes the last thoughts of the deceased don't tell us much, but I can feel her. She died instantly, didn't feel much pain. She wants you to move on." The grieving mother nodded, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes as she handed Tyler a wad of cash and he accepted it gracefully, sticking it in his front shirt pocket as he spoke. "Sorry for your loss."
Sorry for your loss. A phrased used so many times by both Miles and Tyler that it barely held any real meaning for them now. It was an automatic response, but the mourners needed to hear it more than they did. Tyler packed up his things and left, unaware of the girl in a purple dress and a blue sweater watching him with an intense curiosity from across the grave yard.
Two weeks ago, Claire Henderson of Bristol was hit by a car and the car had sped off with no live witnesses. No witnesses save one. Annabel Tavern. She watched as Claire was hit and moved over to her as she died right there on the ripped up concrete, waiting for the moment when Claire would see her. Tyler had been right, it was quick. She felt little pain, and then her ghost was rising out from her body and Annabel stood to greet her. Just because she and Annie weren't going to be moving on didn't mean she couldn't help others cross over the way they were meant to.
"Don't worry. I'm going to show you the way."