Room Eight [Leah]

[Lyra E. Philips]

*-- Lyra smiled as she walked down the hallway, tapping her hand gently on the cool surface of the wall. The days here seemed to go by slower most days but lately she’d found hanging out in the high profile section of the building kept things interesting if she could just keep out of security and the staff’s way. Lyra didn’t particularly want her dad to know where she’d been spending her time. Though if she knew her dad, he was probably well aware of what she did around the manor. A light sigh left her lips as she remembered why she was even heading towards the low profile bedroom hallway.

*--Lyra had gotten a roommate- or so she’d been told. She felt conflicted on the idea of having someone live inside the personal space she’d held to herself for the last month or so. But after thinking about it for a while, Lyra had come to the decision to give the girl a chance. After all, it might be nice to have someone to talk to when she was bored or had nothing else to do. It could be fun; especially since she was starting to lose interest in some of the other people she’d taken to following around. It didn’t take long to reach her room and she noticed the new name beneath her own just outside of the door, Leah Girard. So her new roommates name was Leah, huh? Nice name, kind of like Lyra but obviously different.

*--As she pushed open the door and stepped inside, she prepared herself to meet the new girl. But as she quickly look around, she noticed there was no one else in the room- though the other bed did look like it had probably been sat on once or twice. With a quiet not to herself, she made her way over to her own side of the room and sat down on her bed, bringing her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them.

“Guess I’ll just wait then.”

TAGGED Leah
WORD COUNT 341 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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[Leah Girard]

Though logically she knew it wasn't true, Leah as was trying to convince herself that Sister wasn't here anymore and she was by herself again. It would be okay. She'd been alone most of her life and friends didn't much last when certain elements came into play, so she was good at being alone. Well, she wasn't quite alone anymore, she had bunny, soft and snuggly bunny.

Leah walked through the corridors heading to her room, the only thing she could find reliably in this cavernous building, holding her shoes in her left hand with bunny held to her heart in the right. She didn't mean to break any rules but the shoes rubbed roughly against her toes and the sides of her ankles, it hurt and she didn't want to hurt unless she had to. She didn't know the number of her room, she just remembered what she saw when she opened the door the first time and form the visual referenced her door to the scene it had not failed her yet so that was how she found the room.

At first she didn't notice Lyra sat on the other bed, Leah was a creature of habit, she slipped into the room almost noiselessly an placed her shoes behind the door and climbed on to her bed so only her knees were on the mattress, removing both pillows and the comfortor before heading to her safe little corner , some where between pulling the confortor off and dropping the pillows she noticed the other girl and looked at her with a placid expression tinged with a small amount of anxiety, "Are...you Miss Lyra?" She figured the girl had to bed...pale skin, dark hair...sitting on the bed like it was hers, all bunched up. But the way she carried herself...she was definitely a Miss.

[Lyra E. Philips]

*-- Time seems to be flowing so slowly, but she knew that was probably because she was eagerly waiting to meet her new roommate. Thoughts drifted off to her father and she wondered what he was doing right about now, probably getting high or seeing patients. She found herself wishing she had her own little stash of ecstasy within reach- something to help her pass the time in this place.

*-- It wasn’t that she particularly disliked the manor; she just wished she wasn’t a patient. She wasn’t even really sick or anything, she just liked ecstasy. But so did her dad and they didn’t have him stashed away in its hallways. The more she thought about it the more she found it frustrated her to think about. Better to spend her time thinking about something else. So once more, her mind went back to the girl she would soon be meeting. Lyra wondered if she would be nice and fun to hang out with, or if she would be a bitch. She decided she would assume the first for now, because if the second were true then things might get real ugly soon. Even though she hadn’t heard the door open, her eyes had been locked on it since she’d sat on the bed.

*-- Lyra’s feet hit the floor as soon as the girl walked in, but she didn’t lift herself off the bed just yet. Instead, she spent the time observing the seemingly strange and timid girl. Wide curious eyes watched as the girl placed her shoes behind the door and proceeded to climb into the bed. Lyra then watched, highly confused, as the girl moved the comforter and pillows. With a slight nod, she stood up and brushed her jeans off before crossing the room and holding out her hand in a friendly gesture, wide smile lighting up her features.

“Yup that’s me. Lyra Philips. You must be my new room mate.”

TAGGED Leah
WORD COUNT 323 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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[Leah Girard]

Smiles were confusing, their intention always varied from one person to another. Smiles could be beautiful expressions of friendship or lies wrapped in a pretty package, like the wrapper of a sweet whose ingredients you were highly allergic to....but judging by the sound of her voice and the fact the her hand came out not as a fist or a hard line ready to strike but as a shake Leah believed that maybe there was nothing to be on guard over. Her own hand came out slowly form its safe place holding on to bunny and met the other girl's cautiously. She wasn't quite afraid but not completely trusting.

"I'm..." she paused, she was rabbit she knew that but she was also called Leah...and sometimes people asked to to try and respond to that...did she want to use her other name, really? No, she didn't, "Rabbit. It is nice to meet you." she wasn't ready to use the other name just yet. Her smile was pretty though, teeth lined up in a perfect little row, cheekbones were nice and high, her lips were appropriately pink. Clear skin, soft looking hair... she would fetch a good price. If she were not a miss, that is, but because she was a pretty miss no one would inspect and evaluate her as they would her.

Though Leah liked the room to some degree she could not bring herself to sleep on the bed. Beds had one use and one alone for her, and in perhaps her first act of subversion in memory, she was not going to sleep in a bed unless explicitly ordered to do so. Leah wondered if this miss would be kind, she was sharing a room with this girl, it was the least she could hope for.

(Sorry for the delay, hope it's alright.)