When the Veil was Thin - Trailer Park Edition
@orleans-jester
In life all Taryn ever wanted to was to get out of town, more to the point, to rise above trailer park living. She was raised in Sherwood, but that life wasn't for her. She couldn't dote on the delusions of a make believe Robin Hood or his whole make believe merry band. That included her mother. Managing to get emancipated was a feat of it's own. She always saw the trailer park as step one.
Alas, step two never would come to fruition. She died before any of her plans could ever hatch. Her bitter soul remained stuck in that Hell space of a trailer park. The same trailers weren't all still there, but the ones that were had remained unoccupied by the emptiness of Feral's lacking population. Still, every Halloween since, not that anyone had even noticed, she appeared. Though the dead could walk freely on this one night, she never left the grounds. She couldn't get very far in one night anyway. Why bother? The people left in Feral weren't people that she thought would ever want to see her again anyhow. She knew she burned her bridges. She didn't mind coming back to this plain and sulking in the remnants of what was once her life. It reminded her of how much of a fuck up she was. Plus, despite everything she actually had some decent memories in this trailer park. At least it wasn't Sherwood.
This Halloween was different. Someone came through the park. She couldn't help but grin ever so casual. She hadn't expected to see another face at all.
