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[b][u]Five Springs Church[/u][/b][/center]
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The inside of the church looked about as run down as June expected, maybe a bit more so. While she didn't feel like it was particularly unsafe to be in there, it still made her uneasy to see that the roof had fallen in. She noticed the crunch under her shoes as she walked had continued, but now it was due to overgrown ivy and the occasional broken shards of glass buried beneath the plant life. It made her wonder what could had possibly happened here and why the town never bothered to clean up the mess. Then again, they did have a hard on for preserving the past, even when it came to dangerous shit like rundown dumps like this. It was a miracle that no kids had ever broken in and gotten seriously hurt here, at least, as far as she knew.

It wasn't long before everyone finally filed into the church (June made sure to hover somewhere around the middle of the group) and somebody made their presence known as the person who'd brought them there. This person, Brianna, according to one of the Ghosts, began to explain why she'd brought them all there, though as she talked June could feel her expression falling from curiosity to disappointment. Well...this hadn't been what she'd expected, and honestly it was one of the last things she'd wanted to hear. She didn't recall signing up to hunt witches or whatever the hell this girl wanted the group to do, all she wanted was some simple answers so she could just move on with her life already. She felt like she'd just been misled by a saleswoman who'd advertised one product only to be sold a much more expensive one she never even asked for or needed. Wait, actually...

June pulled her phone out again and perused the text.

[i]'Huh, ok. She actually kinda did ask for our help in the first sentence. My bad.[/i]'

Maybe she'd just been too hyper focused on the latter half of the text that promised answers. Maybe the part that made her feel just a tad bit special and important and even gave her a cool name had influenced her perception. Maybe the faintest hint of closure would had sealed the deal for her no matter what the rest of the text had said, like a carrot on the end of a stick.

She didn't like how easily she'd been convinced in showing up at all.

Regardless, she was here now, and she was going to have to make a decision. She slid her phone back into her pocket and looked around at the others, judging their reactions. Some seemed skeptical, others indifferent, much like herself. But a near immediate answer from the mechanic surprised her. She turned to look at the man as he told Brianna he would trust her. June was surprised, and wondered if maybe that was just a older guy thing, or maybe he was just gullible. She didn't know, though she thought it was a bit funny; she was just about to make a comment about how she figured that the motley crew Brianna had brought together didn't really seem like the type to commit to heroics, but the mechanic had shut that sarcastic joke down before it could even be said. So now that just left her own decision to be worked out.

"...Do we have a reason to trust you?" June eventually asked as she turned to look back at Brianna, "You've gotta admit, this whole thing looks really shady to a bunch of people who don't know any better. I get you don't have time for questions, but..."

[i]'It's a hard sell to get me to put blind faith in anyone.[/i]'

"...I need something a little more solid." She shook her head, pushing away that other thought. "I saw the dog. I saw the killer. I can believe there's some supernatural shit going on here. I just...don't know if I can believe in [i]you[/i]."