Coasting Through the Hallway ~open~

[Cameron Lain Gillespie]

Cameron's hands pushed down at the side of his wheelchair. His father had opted to get him an electric chair after his accident but Cameron turned it down. He did not want to become completely helpless, having to use a type of computer to help him just did not seem right. As his hands pushed down on the chair it moved, slowly, he was not in the mood to be going anywhere fast. The wheelchair was an addition to his body, something that had become so close that it was like navigating the back of his own hand.

Cameron had just pushed himself out of his room and into the hallway. His hands pushed down and forward with each movement forward. He looked around, today he was quite sane, or at least right at the moment he was, and he was not in the mood of dealing with anyone who was not sane, but knew he had no control over such a thing. The bluish gray eyes were soft at the moment and not filled with the anger that came to him when he was upset.

Being in an asylum from the time he was thirteen to now at the age of eighteen made him a little bit prepared for what happened. After just recently being admitted to the Lucid Manor, he did not want to get on anyone's bad side. Did anyone really want to get on someone's bad side? Cameron just wanted to get through the world as easily as possible. He had been pushed to his limits before and life had most definitely not been the easiest thing in the world. He wanted it easier but he could not make it easier. He was sure he could never make it easier, maybe a little better.

He gave a rather hard push to the chair and let it coast for a few moments to give his arms a few moments of rest. It was a way for him to relax his muscles. Slowly he came back to a stop just moments later and kept his hands folded in his lap letting it stop. He was not ready to move on just at the moment. Sometimes a pause was nice to have.

[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

"Okay Jeremiah, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. What's it gonna be this time?"

Jeremiah faced the nurse that had given him that ultimatum. He wasn't looking at her though, he was looking at the dreadful little tablets that laid in her open palm. Three pills that appeared so innocent at first glance but he knew better. He saw them for what they truly were; a chemical lobotomy disguised as harmless capsules. The nineteen year-old cringed. She expected him to take them. Swallow each one like candy, like he didn't think they were going to silence the voice of God in his head or take away his divine powers. They put him through this every morning and today he'd respond the same way he always would. Jeremiah shook his head. Every part of him was screaming NO but he remained calm and composed. With as much restraint as he could muster the high profile patient politely told her, "I'm sorry ma'am, but I don't need medicine.. I'm not sick." Despite how respectful he tried to sound there was still an unmistakble measure of defiance in his voice. He watched the woman shake her head at him and let out a sigh in the way that she had many times before.

"Oh well.. guess I'll just have to order another injection for you then."

The nurse shrugged before marking something on her clipboard. He knew he couldn't get out of taking the medication. One way or another it was going to enter his system and the staff would make sure of that. They would give it to him by force through a needle like they always did when he refused but they would never be able to break him into taking it voluntarily. She hurried off to the nurses station and he was left in the rec room with a half-assed guard who wasn't watching him as closely as he should have been. When the opportunity presented itself he slipped out and stepped into the hallway. The corridor wasn't too busy, surprisingly. In fact it was relatively vacant with the exception of another guy who was coasting along in a wheelchair. When Jeremiah spotted him his angel senses tingled and his protective instincts immediately kicked in. He thought this hospital was corrupt. Infested with "demons" that lurked among the patients feeding on their anxiety and turmoil. All the people, or.. humans as Jeremiah grandiosely called them, were at risk. They were all so very weak and fragile compaired to him, delicate and feeble, but this guy he saw now.. whoever he was, had to be the easiest target he'd seen by far. He followed the guy down the long hallway, feeling like a guardian of sorts. He remained at an undetectable distance until he caught sight of one of the guards from the corner of his eye. Before the guard could notice Jeremiah he caught up to Cameron and began to push him away without warning. The staff were not to be trusted, especially the guards. He was almost certain they were part of the diabolical conspiracy in his mind because the Head of Security was the Devil's right-hand man. To avoid them he had to act fast.

[Cameron Lain Gillespie]

Cameron still coasted just slowly through the hallways. He was not positive on where he was going. He was not paying attention to any of his surroundings but quickly a relaxing coast through the hall changed. He felt the chair below him propel forward which made him realize he was in a very helpless position, which in turn made him quite upset. He turned and looked up at the male, maybe slightly older than himself and the obvious upset had been in his eyes.

Though the older male looked as though he were genuinely trying to help out that was not registering for Cameron at the moment. “Ach, Daftie,” he said coldly reaching down at the rims of his wheels and trying to pull it to a stop, “get aff me chair.” When Cameron spoke some of the words would have to be translated but for the most part he did not realize what he was saying or that it was out of the norm. He did not want to be controlled and that he knew could easily be controlled on where he went. He finally got a good enough grip on his wheels and yanked them back to a halt. He than pushed forward hard hoping to release it from the male's hands.

“I'm going to let dab and tell you now don't ever touch my chair, it's just daffin for you do to that” he told the male coldly and was obvious in a defensive stance. He was not happy one bit that he'd been pushed through the hallways. He flipped his chair around to face the other male and glared at him. Cameron could definitely look angry sometimes and this was one of those times where it was not a smart idea to continue. He was on the verge of snapping and it was obvious from his tone of voice to his body posture, though the latter could easily be missed.

Cameron kept his chair back and out of the grip of the other male now. He wanted nothing to do with ever being pushed like that again, his chair was not a toy after all, nor was he a toy in it. He needed to make sure that he was safe and in a place like this you need to make sure that you are safe before you worry about anything else.

Cameron eyed the other male trying to figure out why he was being a bampot. There had to be a reason behind why he was acting out, Cameron knew that all too well.

-Translations,
Ach = surprise
Daftie = foolish/mentally deficient person
aff = off
let dab = to let something be known
daffin = foolish behaviour
bampot = crazy person-

[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

Jeremiah's face scrunched in confusion when he heard the other guy speak. Daftie? What on earth was a daftie? An accent like his wasn't something he had ever heard before in his life so it threw him off a little. What was it, Irish? No.. no it couldn't have been Irish. His second guess was Brittish but he was fairly certain that wasn't right either. The other guy regained control over the wheelchair and Jeremiah lost his grip. "Let.. dab? Daffin?" Lines formed between the high profile's brows as he tried to make sense of what Cameron was trying to say. These obviously werent terms he was familar with. Jeremiah blinked and scratched his head, a puzzled expression on his face. "Don't ever touch my chair," the guy angrily warned him, and that was blunt and understandable enough. It wasn't until he whipped around in that chair of his and shot him a glare that Jeremiah realized how bizarre his behavior might have seemed. This guy obviously had no clue what was going on so he couldn't blame him for getting a bit upset. Jeremiah often got reckless and impulsive when under the influence of a delusion. He didn't think before he acted, he just did what felt right.

"Forgive me," he told the other male, his eyes shifting sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I understand how.. awkward and uncomfortable it might have been to have a total stranger suddenly come up behind you and start pushing you like that.." He returned his gaze to Cameron again, soft brown doe-like eyes becoming sharp and serious. He moved closer to the disabled man and lowered his voice. "But you see, I had no other choice. This place isn't safe and they were after you, the demons. They prey upon the souls of the weak but its okay now.." Jeremiah brought himself dangerously close to Cameron, so close that the other male could probably almost feel his breath grazing his neck. "My name is Jeremiah and I'm an angel sent down from the Lord," he whispered into his ear."Your disability makes you an easy target but I won't let them get you, I promise." There wasn't even a hint of humor in his tone. Every word that came out of his mouth was spoken in sheer honest genuinity and he was completely unaware of how crazy he might have sounded. Yes, what he said was complete and utter bullshit but he believed that bullshit beyond a shadow of a doubt.

[Cameron Lain Gillespie]

Cameron looked at the opposing male. It was obvious he was confused by what he had spoke. He was asked what let dab had meant and what daffin meant. It was easy to explain but not when he was upset. Short and tense words came from his mouth, “let dab is to let you know and daffin is foolish behaviour.” Easy enough to keep it short and simple even if he was tense. The only part of Cam that was not tense was his legs and he was not happy.

The other male, who would introduce himself as Jeremiah in just a few moments, asked him to forgive him. A nod came to the male's head as he said how awkward and uncomfortable for him to have pushed him like such. As the male got closer it made Cameron have an automatic reaction to back up. It was just ever so slightly that he had moved. Jeremiah explained that demons were after him and that he was weak. Okay, so maybe he did not at first say he was weak but he insinuated it. Cameron immediately knew what the male had, Schizophrenia. The disease caused such illusions that they were believable. Thank the lord I do not have that, he thought. He was glad he did not see demons. He held his tongue for a moment and let the male finish explaining.

Jeremiah came so close to Cameron that Cameron didn't even have the time to react. There was breath on his neck. Cameron did not like the male being so close, that was for sure. He whispered the introduction and believed that he was an angel sent from the lord. He than went to explain that he was an easy target and he would not let the demons get him. Finally after he decided to speak again it was obvious he did not want to be called weak and an obvious target. “I'm not weak, neither am I an easy target for these demons,” he said clearly.

“Cameron,” he introduced himself and pulled his chair back away from Jeremiah. He was pretty much out of control if Jeremiah tried to take hold of his chair once again. “Let me get this correct, and make sure I heard you right, you see demons that I cannot see and are an angel?” he asked. He wanted to just double check though he was positive he heard it all correctly. He was careful to not say anything that insinuated that he was not telling the truth. It was important when talking with a Schizophrenic that you take your words carefully because insinuating that what they see is not real can set them off easily. Cameron knew a few Schizophrenics back at the other asylum he was at so he learned a little when he was younger about the way they react.

[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

Every living person on the face of the earth was considered "weak" to Jeremiah. From his grandiose perspective he compared people to brittle sheets of glass that could shatter into a a million pieces at the slightest touch. Their lives were ever so fleeting and they could end at an instant with or without the attack of a demon. For some all it took was a good hit to the head, for others it might be something as simple as the sudden onset of a fatal disease or even a nasty fall that would send them plumetting to their death. Mortals came and mortals went so easily but him on the other hand, he was indestructable. A supernatural creature walking among lesser beings. Call him biased but this particular human sitting in front of him right now was the flimsiest one he'd seen in a long time due to his obvious ailment. When the young man corrected him by firmly stating that he was notweak or at risk for demonic oppression, Jeremiah felt the need to explain to him exactly why he believed that he was. "You're a cripple and they come for those who can't defend themselves," he told him, innocently and seemingly unaware of how bad that might have sounded. From his deluded point of view it made perfect sense and it didn't sound the least bit offensive.

"Its nice to meet you Cameron," he replied after the other patient gave his name. The high profile patient smiled slightly, no longer speaking in a hushed whisper but talking at a normal volume again. When Cameron asked for clarification about the bizarre words that had come out of his mouth only seconds ago Jeremiah responded with a validative nod. "That's right." He heard the sound of footsteps and muffled voices in the distance behind him and he glanced over his shoulder. He could see a pair of guards walking toward him and neither one of them looked very happy to see him. Jeremiah knew it was only a matter of time before the security caught up with him again, being a high profile patient he was extremely lucky to have been without them for as long as he had been. The grin faded from his face and he returned his gaze to Cameron. "Beware of the guards, their purpose has been tainted." It wasn't that the entire security team was all bad, perse. The just took their orders from someone -or something, rather- that was. They were nothing more than sheep unknowingly led by a wolf. That wolf was Eliot Holt. He may have appeared normal and friendly enough on the outside but the humanity in him had left a long time ago. It was replaced by something horrible and malevolent that emerged from the fiery pits of Hell. "..and some of them are not what they seem."

[Cameron Lain Gillespie]

Weak? Cameron was not weak and he could defend himself. Of course this male perceived him as weak because he was in a wheelchair which he just confirmed by telling him that he was a cripple and could not defend himself. The gray-blue eyes glared at Jeremiah as he had said that. “I'm not a cripple and I can defend meself perfectly fine,” he told him coldly. It was obvious from his tone of voice that he was pissed. He was now not caring how delusional the male was, Cameron was not going to take that from anyone.

He continued to grip his chair tight and was not enjoying the happenings with the male near him. He was a little relaxed when Jeremiah moved further away from him and it was noticeable by the white knuckles that grew their color back to them. “Atween me and you, you are most definitely as far from an aucht-day as I can think,” he told him. He did not return the nice to meet you as of yet due to the moment he was extremely upset at the boy.

Jeremiah went on to confirm exactly what Cameron had thought he said. So yes the male believed his delusions, maybe not the smartest idea on his part. Though it was when he began about the guards that Cameron knew he needed to calm himself down. There was going to be no point in arguing with someone who was so drawn into his delusions that any point he tried to make would not make sense. The guards were tainted, or their purpose was and as he went on that some were not what they seemed to be.

Cameron tried to change his emotion but he was still too upset to be able to calm himself down. “If the guards are so tainted why would they not act upon their taint?” he asked him coldly. He could believe that the guards were tainted, that was for sure, but he'd only been here a short amount of time so it was only very few occasions that he'd had the pleasure of meeting the guards but he could understand why the male would say something like such.