Recipe for Disaster_Jeremiah!

[Lyra E. Philips]

*-- Earnest russet brown eyes looked at the vacant bed on the other side of the room warily. Because she’d been labeled a low profile patient, eventually she would have to give up the comfort of a personal bedroom and gain a roommate. And if she was going to be honest, she was torn between having a place to retreat from the world or having someone who would remain as a constant in her life. Lyra Elaine Philips did not like to spend too much time alone and locked in this bedroom until she got a roommate would push her over the edge. Though she’d tried to make the best of her life here so far, Lyra couldn’t help but feel a little resentful that she was in a mental hospital at all.

*-- Jumping off her bed with a light thud, she turned to walk out the door- completely disregarding the fact that curfew would soon be in effect. Maybe she’d go find her dad and spend some time with him if he wasn’t too busy. The thought made her instantly feel guilty that she was in here in the first place. Lyra hadn’t let on to the downward spiral she’d become, only allowing her father to find out about it by seeing her in the halls of the very place he worked. Now that had been awkward.

*-- As she walked down the hallway her hand reached out to lightly touch the wall, gaze fixated on the world outside of the windows. Already she was going out of her mind with boredom and was desperately in need of the ecstasy she craved. One week without the drug and she felt sick with the crawling that was constantly beneath her skin. Thoughts of seeking out her father and asking him to help her with the simple solution were instantly quelled by the realization that he would probably be angry with her for asking about the very thing that had gotten her here in the first place. So maybe she didn’t handle her self as well as he did, that didn’t mean she needed it any less.

*-- The sound of nurses chattering way startled her, and she quickly ducked down another hallway. This hallway seemed different but she couldn’t quite place her finger on it. Maybe it was the way one of the lights flickered at the end of the hallway creating an almost eerie sensation in the air. The sensation thrilled her so she continued her march along the hallway, glancing around for any sign of her father. Suddenly the sound of screaming reached her ears and she breathed in deeply, eyes watching as the guard she’d been watching warily turned to the opposite direction of her and ducked into one of the rooms. The screaming suddenly stopped but Lyra was already shifting into the room the guard had temporarily abandoned his post from, worried that if he saw her he would make her go back to her own quarters.

*-- Once she was in the room she quickly shut the door behind her, pressing her ear to listen for the sounds of more screaming. Suddenly the realization that she was in a bedroom dawned on her, body swiveling around to place her back against the door and look around the room. Gaze falling on its inhabitant as a curious grin worked onto her features.

“Hi! I'm Lyra.”

TAGGED JEREMIAH
WORD COUNT 563 WORDS.
NOTES Hope its okay!
LYRIC CREDIT WINGS OF A BUTTERFLY BY HIS INFERNAL MAJESTY
CREDIT - CAROLYN AT CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS TEMPLATE.

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[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

There was no way he'd be able to sleep. Not while the Devil and his minions were wreaking havoc in the world beyond these immaculate white walls. Jeremiah had been a mental patient confined to this insane asylum for how long.. three, maybe even four months now? That was more than enough time for Satan to raise Hell and turn the earth into a pandemonic playground for the damned. Without him to combat the forces of evil the human race was bound to meet its doom. Despite getting constant reassurance that this wasn't actually happening from the people around him, he was still thuroughly convinced that it was. So much that he even considered knocking out each and every guard in order to make an escape. He was begining to suspect that they were corrupt anyway. Maybe Eliot Holt had gotten to them, infected their minds with his black magick and tainted their purpose. It would explain why they insisted on keeping him here against his will and why they interfered with his divine work. Not only had they caged him but the were trying to clip his wings too. It was unbelievably frustrating. They didn't know what he knew, hear what he heard, see what he saw. Every attempt he made to show them only ended in vain.

They warned him earlier. Told him to go sleep this time or else they'd bring him a little something to "help" him sleep. He wouldn't touch their pills and he'd been jabbed in the ass one too many times so he just nodded and wandered back to the room he sat in now. His head was bowed solemnly in prayer. Forgive me, father. Help me, father. Save me, father. Patience was a virtue and he'd been very patient in the begining of his stay, but now with desperation he plead for his Lord to reach down and pull him out of this madhouse. He couldn't wrap his head around why God was taking so long to intervene with his involuntary committment. It just didn't make sense. If God really needed Jeremiah to carry out the holy mission of an angel then why was he still locked up in Lucid Manor? He released a quiet sigh and decided not to get discouraged, that's what the enemy wanted. Everything happened in the Lord's timing.

The sound of a slamming door abruptly tore him from his delusions and brought him back to reality. He was expecting to see a guard with a needle when he glanced over his shoulder but he saw a girl instead. He stood up immediately and whipped around, eyes wide. Lyra. She told him her name was Lyra. "Um.." He was at loss for words. He'd never been shut in his room alone with another patient, let alone a female one. Heck, even while back home he'd never been behind closed doors with a girl. Good little Christian boys like him didn't do that, at least not under his bible-thumping dad's roof. Talk about living a sheltered life. He ran a hand through his hair anxiously and swallowed several times before actually speaking. "Hi.. Lyra. What is.. " He tried not to look too flustered but unfortunately that didn't work so well. "What's going on?!"

[Lyra E. Philips]

*-- She watched him carefully as he watched her, not missing the anxious gesture he made. If it hadn’t been for the awkward situation she probably would have giggled at his eye wide stare. As it was, she didn’t want the guards to overhear her in this room and take her away. The clean and crisp attire he wore told her he was a high profile, yet the guy looked more apprehensive of her then she felt of him. It reminded her of when she’d first learned to ride horses. She’d been so terrified of them, afraid they were going to trample her to death. But as she’d come to realize, they were equally as afraid of her as she was of them. Only when she was able to move past her fear, did they follow in suit.

*-- There was no stopping the grin on her face at his confusion though. Lyra was well aware of the awkwardness of the situation but it didn’t bother her in the least. Instead she closed the space between them and smiled, covering her lips with her finger in a gentle quieting gesture she remembered her father doing to her when she got to loud as she gazed up at him.

“If they hear us, they might make me leave.”

*-- Lyra took a step back and grinned, looking around the room. It was a lot different then hers. Much smaller, but then there was only one bed. It was probably too dangerous to have high profiles room together, but she took the moment to cast another sideways glance at the room’s occupant. With all his apprehensiveness, he didn’t seem that scary to her. Then again that probably wasn’t fair seeing as how she was afraid of very little to begin with.

“I don’t have a roommate yet and I was bored so I decided to explore a little. The guard outside nearly caught me so I snuck in here, clever huh?”

*-- The grin never left her lips as she quietly walked around the room, looking at everything it had in it. Her room was a lot homier then his, even if she had just moved it in. But then it made sense that a high profile patient wouldn’t be allowed to have many personal items. Must be a pretty miserable existence. Because there wasn’t anywhere to really sit and she lacked any sort of real concept of personal space, she plopped down on his bed and sat Indian style, looking at him with a silly confident smile.

“What’s your name? How long have you been in here?”

TAGGED JEREMIAH
WORD COUNT 432 WORDS.
NOTES Hope its okay!
LYRIC CREDIT WINGS OF A BUTTERFLY BY HIS INFERNAL MAJESTY
CREDIT - CAROLYN AT CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS TEMPLATE.

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[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

Jeremiah wasn't afraid of her or any other patient at Lucid Manor. She had just caught him off guard, took him by surprise. He wasn't expecting any visitors especially after curfew and yet here was one now, staring him right in the face. If the staff found out he wasn't sure who would get in more trouble, him or her. Probably him, seeing how he was the one with the big scary high profile sign flashing above his head. Low to medium profiles had it easy, or at least, easier. She wasn't wearing a bland white scrub like him so he figured she must have been one of those lucky residents. In the begining of his stay they grouped him with the medium profiles. He didn't realize just how how good he actually had it back then until now. He was able to wear his own clothes, wander around freely without some guard holding his hand every second of the day.. Yeah, he never thought he'd find himself thinking this but those were the days.

He stared at Lyra as a grin graced the features of her face and she came closer. His eyebrows furrowed when she brought a finger to her lips to shush him. He was about to ask her what she was doing in his room but he hesitated and she spoke before he could. They. If they heard them, they might make her leave. He assumed she was talking about the staff and he nodded slowly, impressed with her ability to slip into his room unnoticed by the guards. They patrolled these corridors more than any other and they watched the patients like hawks. It didnt take him more than a minute to realize she was new around here. She told him she was "exploring" but the established lower level patients knew better than to venture down these halls. They would tend to steer clear of the section populated by the most dangerous people.

Jeremiah's gaze followed her as she made her way around his room. She was definately a bold one. His eyes widened when she plopped down on his matress as if it were her own. It was almost as if she honestly thought she could get away with hanging out in his room. That the guards wouldn't come barging in at some point to drag her out. What really blew his mind was how casual she seemed. Wasn't she afraid? Scared of what this big bad high-profiler was capable of? Apparently not and that was.. odd. Not the he considered himself a threat.

"My name?" He blinked a few times before deciding to answer. "Its Jeremiah, I've been here for.." His eyes shifted momentarily as he tried remember precisely how long it had been. "Three, almost four months now?" He took a step toward his unexpected guest and peered down at her from his standing position. "Listen, Lyra. Its.. Its nice to meet you and all but you shouldn't be down here. Its not safe. There are a lot of dangerous people in the high profile profile wing and you're lucky I'm not one of them." His dark eyes expressed genuine concern and his tone became serious. "You should go. Before the guards find out you're here."

[Lyra E. Philips]

*-- Lyra watched him, facial features mixed in a look that could only be described as readily curious. With a small sigh, she leaned back to slightly rest on her hands as he neared her. Russet brown eyes glanced up at him; smile never leaving her as he introduced himself. Jeremiah- high profile resident of Lucid Manor for three or four months. When he stepped towards her she couldn’t help but raise a brow at him, wondering what he was up to. Not that she was afraid of him or anything, just dangerously curious. At his warning, she let out a small laugh and a shake of her head.

“Is that customary for you? Nice to meet you oh and by the way you should leave?”

*-- She was teasing him, and the tone was unmistakable in her voice. Lyra wasn’t afraid of getting into trouble. She wasn’t afraid of these so-called high profile patients either. Now whether that fear was a direct result of the invincibility she felt from her bi-polar disorder, or just an overly active trait in her personality- no one could really say.

“The guards? They’re not worried about me and I doubt they’ll be back in your room to check on you now. Look at the time, its past curfew. Don’t they usually lock your doors up? Besides I wouldn’t worry about it, I’ll just get my Dad to help us out if we get in trouble. It’ll be fine.”

*-- The confidence in her voice was obvious. Lyra tossed a sideways glance at the door, wondering if the security guard had already locked it. If that was the case, her and her knew friend would have two options. One, he could waltz over and alert them to the fact she was in his room and they both could get in trouble. Or two, she could just sleep in his room and slip out just like she’d slipped in tomorrow morning. Either way didn’t really matter to her, but as a high profile she suspected he’d rather deal with the second one. Maybe. Lyra moved her arms to her lap and leaned forward, looking up at Jeremiah with a slight tilt of her head.

“You don’t seem so scary and dangerous, so why are you a high profile J? You don’t mind if I call you J do you? I could always call you Jer, or Jeri, or even Miah. But I like J, I think it suits you more.”

*-- Lyra wasn’t always a aware of the fact she talked a lot, and when she was aware of it a lot of times she didn’t know she was making the other person uncomfortable. Looking over at the empty spot on the bed next to her, she lightly patted it with her hand while looking up at him.

“Come and sit down. I don’t bite you know. I just want to talk to you.”

*-- It didn’t matter really if it was him or not she talked to, but he happened to be here at that moment so for all intensive purposes, he would have to do. Besides, she was interested now. Why was he a high profile if he didn’t think himself dangerous? What were his reasons for being here at Lucid Manor. Jeremiah didn’t strike her as the substance abuse type like her, but then she didn’t feel her addiction to ecstasy was substance abuse. Abuse meant mistreatment and she never mistreated her ex. With the same smile plastered to her features, she patted the space on the bed once more.

“Please?”

TAGGED JEREMIAH
WORD COUNT 594 WORDS.
NOTES Hope its okay!
LYRIC CREDIT WINGS OF A BUTTERFLY BY HIS INFERNAL MAJESTY
CREDIT - CAROLYN AT CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS TEMPLATE.

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[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

Jeremiah raised an eyebrow. His warning didn't seem to faze her, not at all. Instead of heeding his words and dashing for the door like he expected her to, she remained calm. Totally casual. Her reaction, or, lack of reaction baffled the high profile religious fanatic. Didn't she believe him when he told her the wing was full of dangerous people? That it was home to a blood-thirsty "vampire" and a sociopathtic cannibal and a guy who's pulse didn't even rise after he committed murder in cold blood? It was nearly impossible not to hear these rumors that were spread around by patients who didn't have anything better to do. Eventually she would get wind of them and he wondered if she'd have enough sense to avoid this section of Lucid Manor then. The last thing he would have wanted was to see this girl find out the hard way. God forbid that.

Her remark. It made him sound so uncharacteristically rude. He shook his head. He didn't want her to think he was rude. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that, I just.."

He blinked when she mentioned the doors getting locked after a certain time. Crap. He almost forgot about that. Jeremiah turned away from Lyra and faced the door, giving it a push. Nothing, not even a budge. He leaned up against it and covered his eyes with one hand. Any other guy at this institution would have been thrilled to be in the situation he was in right now. Forced to spend the entire night with a hot girl behind locked doors? With as little action as they got they'd probably even sell their souls just to trade places with him. His mouth fell open when he realized they were going to have a sleepover and he brought a finger to his parted lips.

It took him a minute or so to come out of his state of shock. His arms dropped to his sides and he swallowed hard. "Your... dad?" He didn't know her father was a doctor so he highly doubted the man could get them out of whatever trouble they'd be in for.

Jeremiah looked at Lyra again. She was so unbelievably laid back about this whole thing. Was she really okay with spending the night in a stranger's room? A male stranger? One that was thought to be enough of a threat to get the label of high profile patient? He rubbed the back of his head before answering her barage of questions. "I.. I don't know," he said quickly, in response to her question regarding why he was a high profile, eyes shifting briefly. "I'm not dangerous and there's nothing wrong with me. I'm only here because of a misunderstanding. As soon as it gets sorted out I'm gone. Should be any day now." At least, that's what he'd keep on telling himself. He faced the girl who was sitting on his bed. Now, on to her other question about.. a nickname for him? They'd only just met and she already wanted to give him a nickname? "Um... sure," he responded with a shrug. "I don't mind."

He moved toward the bed, inadvertently scratching at his sternum before hesitantly taking a seat beside Lyra. His gaze met hers. It didn't take him long to notice the unmistakable air of confidence she seemed to possess. It reflected itself in everything from her body language, to her voice, to her smile, and of course her eyes. Two striking pools of chocolate that stood out to him more than any other feature she had. They were the kind of eyes he wouldn't easily forget. "Well," he said, corners of his mouth quirking into a reluctant smile. "It looks like we're spending the night together."

[Lyra E. Philips]

*-- Lyra didn’t respond to anything he said at first, waiting until he put what she said about locking the doors to the test. Instead she just watched him quietly as he moved to the door, attempting to push it open. A faint smile playing to her features as the realization of their situation appeared to sink into his face. Head tilted slightly to the side as she continued to maintain her Indian style position on his bed, wondering what his next course of action would be. With a small nod, she explained whom her Dad was, the grin never leaving her face.

“My dad! He’s a doctor here. Dr. Philips. Do you know him? He’s worked here for two years. We moved here after I graduated.”

*-- Something resembling regret flickered across her face but before the feeling could really settle in, the same cheerful grin appeared on her lips. Lyra wasn’t angry about their move anymore; she just missed the horses she’d grown so attached to in their previous town. But she wasn’t stupid and she knew that a lot of things would have to change if she was ever going to be around them again.

“But if it’s a misunderstanding…shouldn’t you be out by now? Four months is a long time to spend here if there’s nothing wrong…maybe I could talk to my dad for you. See why they haven’t let you go yet...”

*-- Voice trailed off, temporarily losing the cheery personality the lyrics had contained. Soft eyes glanced around the room as he took his seat beside her, trying to imagine her life if she was ever subjected to this rank. She didn’t like it. It seemed so incredibly lonely. Lyra shifted positions, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs. As she rested her chin on her knees she let off a weak smile and spoke once more,

“Slumber parties are fun. I would say we could watch a movie but you don’t have a TV. And your room isn’t really big enough to play a game. Oh I know! We could tell stories, like… ghost stories or something. It doesn’t have to be ghost stories, any stories would do. We could make a tent with your blankets and everything. Please J!”

*-- Excitement grew in her as she spoke, and by the time she was finished speaking the same jovial personality had returned. The thought of actually sleeping never crossed her mind as she became wrapped up in the imaginative bits of her reality. In her world, everyone wanted to stay up and tell stories in a tent made of blankets even though they were locked into a room with a complete stranger. How else did people meet people? Duh? A small laugh escaped her as she let her knees drop down once more and legs dangle off the side of the bed, awaiting J’s reply.

TAGGED JEREMIAH
WORD COUNT 488 WORDS.
NOTES s u c k e d so bad. >_>
LYRIC CREDIT WINGS OF A BUTTERFLY BY HIS INFERNAL MAJESTY
CREDIT - CAROLYN AT CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS TEMPLATE.

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[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

Dr. Philips? That name didn't ring any bells but then again, Jeremiah had been seen by what felt like a plethora of different doctors during his stay. There was no way he could possibly remember each and every one of their names so her father could have easily been any of them. The young man thought for a second before shaking his head. "I don't think so." Naturally he'd think it was weird to hear about a doctor who's daughter was a mental patient. Was that even possible? One would expect a psychiatrist's kid to turn out pretty damn close to perfect. After all, those doctors were the experts in mental development, weren't they? It would seem that way but as he started to think about it there was doubt in his mind. They were the ones who'd pronounced him certifiably insane and he was definately NOT insane. Despite their fancy degrees and knowledge in the psychiatric field they still managed to screw up every now then. He viewed his involuntary committment at Lucid Manor as proof of that.

"No," he said almost hastily, shaking his head. He didn't want her to ask her father because he already knew what the man would say. If he was anything like all the other doctors his explaination would be the same as theirs; that it was not a misunderstanding on their behalf, that Jeremiah was still here in this hospital because he needed to be. They anaylzed him with a colour-blind, black and white perspective. They refused to see the gray he so desperately wanted to show them. Angels, demons, other supernatural phenomenon and probably even God himself were nothing but manifestations of psychosis to them. Nothing more. There was nothing he could do or say that would change what years of university programmed them to believe. He'd keep trying though. His life, his mission, his freedom, and not to mention the fate of the world.. it was all depending on whether or not he could get out. Jeremiah smiled politely."I mean, its very kind of you to offer, but.. you don't have to."

"You're kidding right?" He couldn't help but chuckle at her silly suggestion and he wondered if she was for real. Her enthusiasm seemed to imply that she was. "Ghost stories and blanket tents? Don't you think we're a little too old for that?" He wasn't a stranger to that kind of childish stuff, he was brought up with several younger siblings and he'd screw around with them all the time when his busy parents could not. It wasn't a half-hearted thing either. A lot of times he'd have just as much fun as they did until his father came home and shot him one of those looks that said, "act your age and do something sensible." These moments were among his fondest memories of life at home and something he really missed. He looked over at Lyra. She seemed so excited and with the world's destruction on his mind it wasn't like he'd be able to sleep anytime soon. As silly as the idea might have sounded Jeremiah was actually thinking hey, why not?

[Lyra E. Philips]

*-- She was a little confused by his hasty reply to her offer. Lyra couldn’t fathom why Jeremiah didn’t want her to seek help from her father. After all, if there really wasn’t anything wrong with him- her dad would be able to tell. Her dad was just awesome like that. But Lyra decided she’d let it go for now, maybe mention it to her dad in secret. At his next remark, she smiled foolishly and nodded excitedly as she spoke- a small giggle caressing her words,

“You’re never to old to have fun, didn’t your parents teach you that? Come on!”

*--With a gentle shove, she scooted him off of the bed so she could begin the tent. Grabbing the blanket on the bed, she quickly un-tucked the corners and grinned. They were going to have so much fun! Lyra glanced around the room to see if there was anything they’d be able to use as a pole or rod to help hold the tent. Obviously there wasn’t so she sighed and went back to making her makeshift tent, the grinning smile never leaving her lips. She placed the top part of the blanket over the bolted headboard and the bottom part, she tucked around the foot of the bed. It wasn’t much, but if they laid down in it just right it would work. And then they could tell stories- or Jeremiah could tell her stories. That sounded much better.

*--Lyra took a step back and looked at her creation, nearly giddy with excitement to start. Then without a word, she carefully lifted up the side of the blanket and climbed onto the bed, scooting all the way over to the edge and lying on her side so that he would have enough room to crawl in and be comfortable. Lyra felt extremely happy with her work, especially when she saw how much light the blanket blocked out from their inside cubby hole. It would be perfect for story telling. Lyra propped her head up on her hand and looked towards the entrance for their tent he would use.

“Come on in J, its all set. You get to tell the first story.”

TAGGED JEREMIAH
WORD COUNT 364 WORDS.
NOTES Sorry for the crappyness
LYRIC CREDIT WINGS OF A BUTTERFLY BY HIS INFERNAL MAJESTY
CREDIT - CAROLYN AT CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS TEMPLATE.

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