[BAILEY AMBROSIA GALLAGHER]

Bailey Gallagher hated rain storms. She knew she was probably just about the only teenage girl in all of the United Kingdom, if not the whole universe, who probably hated them. To quote a marvel movie, while she was okay with thunder, she wasn't overly found of what followed after it. The young woman didn't know why, probably something traumatizing from when she was little. She also just hated how it disrupted everything - her chores, the cows, her horse, or heck, cutting the lights. Speaking of that, she was scribbling away at her homework when exactly that happened.

An angry sound escaped her - so annoying as she tossed her pen down. That wouldn't be the only thing that would cause her to angrily grown though: "Bailey! The cows are hollering!" It was no suggestion, it was a demand. Curses and damnations! Why'd she have to go out into the rain? Still, the teenager was still trying to win the daughter of the year award, "Alright! I'll go out." She shoved herself up now and away from her desk, stomping around and headed down to the main door, sticking her muck boots on and grabbing a rain jacket. Given the dark, Bailey lit a lantern, before heading out.

The rain was like sheets, the thunder overhead, the wind howling. How on earth did her parents hear the herd? Granted, those adults had a sixth sense when it came to their herd - Bailey couldn't deny that. She sped walk as fast as she could, wanting to get out of the rain as fast as possible. She got in through the barn doors now, and quickly shut them behind her. Funny. She didn't remember them being open. Hadn't she closed them before that storm came? The cows were shuffling about, making some sounds. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, yet, a few of the herd members under a section of the hayloft seemed more annoyed than the rest.

Bailey frowned, thinking about those plates of her mother's that she so diligently left out safe for today, because of the storm. Granted, all of those plates had been by the house. The young woman traded her usual stomping for sneaking around now, making her way to the ladder and hauling herself up. Once her lantern was perched up top, Bailey eyes were peering from the safety of the ladder, "I know you're out there! Why don't you go on and show yourself!" Watch, it was going to be nothing more than a damn raccoon.

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Regan Tori Conti

[Regan Tori Conti]

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March 30 2024
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BAILEY AMBROSIA GALLAGHER

Regan was fucked. The sound of thunder rolled in and the sky darkened to the point he could feel the drop in temperature. He was stuck out in the pasture, his feet already muddy from the tipped-over water pan he was trying to put back up.

Like always, he began running toward the spot where he knew he could get coverage. The pounding of rain could be heard as a wall of water came his way. Mother nature wasn’t a human. Regan could not outrun her. He could feel the pain of bullets of rain hitting his body with force as the wall of water enveloped him. Feet gave way into the mud, sinking further and further as water puddled in the dry spots.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to get to the barn. Regan was careless of the need for his comfort. The cows began mooing loudly as he found a freshly cleaned area with new hay. He plopped down a cloud of hay dust lifting. Not one to give himself trench foot, Regan quickly removed his shoes and socks, using the hay to brush off extra mud around his ankles and lower shin.

His comfort made him not use his ears, and when a voice called out – Regan froze. Shit. There was no running. “Why don’t you show yourself?” he called out, matching the tone.