Hallelujah [CLOSED]

Jude grabbed the broom as it was handed to her. More like tossed, she held it tight for a bit and stared at the man. He seemed overly stressed about something. More so than her, and that was saying a lot. She looked around a bit, and made sure she hadn't been followed in. She then kept a glance on the man as he cleaned, she shrugged a little and figured this had to have been better than what was waiting her outside and took to the floor with the broom. She swept the small area she had been hiding at, all the while keeping her sights on the guy across the way. Perhaps his anger was directed at her? She hadn't realized she had done anything wrong. Well, she did interrupt him, but that didn't seem all that bad. She wasn't sure what his problem was, but she wasn't about to judge. She was too worried he'd shove her out the door and sweeping was much better than pills and a time out in that dreaded room.

She moved a bit more to begin sweeping the isle, keeping the strokes small and quiet, as to not disturb the already annoyed man. She looked over her shoulder and thought about running off, but decided against it. This was nice, he'd done a kind deed to her in her mind, and she owed him one in a way. So sweeping it was. “Sorry” she mumbled towards him, keeping her eyes on the ground. “I didn't mean to disturb you..” she finished. She stopped sweeping and leaned on the broom a bit. She didn't know him, and she'd made a habit of trying to at least sort of know everyone. At least their names. It kept her safe. “I'm Jude...” She offered, hoping conversation would calm him down.

Jude could sense the sarcasm in his voice and it made her flinch away a little bit. She hadn't meant to disturb anyone, just simply get away from horrible cafeteria food. Now here she was stuck in a chapel with a seemingly angry priest. She got the nerve to look him over again and instantly regretted it. He was so big, so much bigger than her anyway, and his accent just made him all the more scary. Surly a priest wasn't anything to fear, yet there was something about him that just set her off. Yet still this was better than what awaited her outside. Or so she thought anyway. When he approached her, her grip on the broom got tighter as she stared at the floor, trying to make sense of the situation. He shouldn't be a scary man, yet he was. Or maybe she was just over thinking everything.

When he asked if she had run away from something she smiled a little and shrugged. “They might be angry with me, I'm not quite ready to face the handful of pills and time out they will more than likely be giving me.” She didn't bother to hide the hate in her voice. She did hate those people, and nothing would change that. Then the subject of religion. She looked down and once more bit her lip. “I can't remember ever being religious, so... I guess I'm not...” She shrugged again and smiled brightly “But, I know right from wrong... At least, I think I do...” She tilted her head to the side a bit as she looked at him again.

She leaned on the broom, slightly feeling a bit better at his relaxed tone, even though there was still something very, very off about this man. Perhaps her old self could tell her. Perhaps that was what was screaming in her to run. But she stayed. She was captivated now, captured. “You don't look or even seem like a priest...” She stopped leaning on the broom and rested it against a pew to step closer to him, still looking him down, trying to figure him out. “You don't even seem like you belong in this very room, no more than me anyway.”

Jude jumped a bit when he snapped. She figured what she had said would have struck a nerve, but she didn't expect it to go that far. Then again, she had heard his kind did have quite the temper. But she had never heard of a priest getting so angry, let alone cussing at a woman in the church. She stood a pew behind, not too sure what she was hiding from but feeling she should have hid anyway. She remembered know why she avoided churches and people. She always said something or did something wrong and here was the proof. Only this seemed much worse. Her feelings were right, this guy was way off. He probably belonged in the asylum more than her. But she wouldn't have said that out loud. He was angry enough.

When he sat and lifted his sleeves, she couldn't help but look. She tried to avert her eyes, but they stayed. She sighed a little trying to calm her nerves. A smarter person would have ran. Hell, she even considered it more and more the longer she stood. But instead she stayed. She wasn't sure what to say. She slowly moved around to be beside him. Her eyes still stuck on him, half worried and half curious. “I hadn't meant to insult you... Just as I hadn't meant to disturb your prayers.” She smiled a little. It was a nervous smile, yet confident in her self. “I suppose I've done nothing but bring you trouble, and I am sorry for that... However, I don't think I would be honest to say I'm sorry for stating an opinion... And well, you have yet to prove me wrong in your outbursts..” She shrugged and sighed “wouldn't it be wrong to lie in a place meant for God?” She stepped a bit closer, still very confused and interested in the man before her.

Each time she spoke she felt more and more compelled to run. Or at least call for help or something. She felt she shouldn't be alone with this man. He was just so strange and disturbed. She kind of wondered if he was actually a patient too and just very confused and even lost. But she wouldn't dare ask it, if simply being confused angered him she could imagine what would happen if she all out doubted his own sanity. Hell she couldn't even defend her own. When he began to explain his marks she felt a bit rude for staring in the first place. But she had never seen anything like it, besides her own... Which were nothing like his.

“Punishment?” She questioned, just simply repeating his words, she didn't understand any of it. Did he do this to himself? And who would be so disturbed to think they needed to harm themselves that bad to make up for something? Sure she hurt herself, but she was always blacked out when she did. She never meant to half the time. He, he knew what he was doing, and meant every bit of it. “What temptations?” It felt as if she could barely get the question out before she was silenced by him.

It took a moment for her to register what was happening, she blinked a few times, feeling suffocated almost by his size and the shock. She shut her eyes tightly and pressed against him, in an attempt to get away, moving her lips from his she gasped out. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” She asked a little louder than she'd meant to, all the while making small hits and presses to his huge chest trying to move away.

She stumbled back a bit when he moved away, she had almost expected more. To be honest she wasn't quite sure what she had expected. She had had a run in with one of the male nurses before, and he had never stopped. This guy stopped. For being such a terror to look upon there was something she couldn't help but feel drawn to. She pushed her brain to remember something. Anything, of her past or just anything for that matter to help her with her next move. But nothing came to mind but the words he spoke. She wanted to leave, he was insane. He was dangerous and he could possibly be the very end of her. But she didn't seem to mind much. In fact she felt almost relieved to find someone as tortured as she felt. Even if this was all an act, she prayed it wasn't.

She sighed and shifted a bit, she felt... Bad? This was odd. She knew she was a weak minded person but this was nuts. She slowly made her way over to him, and gently placed a hand on his arm. She was slow, a bit worried the action would upset him. He did seem a time bomb. She lifted his arm and reached into the pocket of her typical white, state issued pants. She had kept a napkin around, for when she would black out and hurt herself. Now it came in handy. She gently dabbed at the blood, shaking her head lightly.

“You don't need to be so hard on yourself. We all fuck up sometimes” she said, smiling a bit at the use of the word fuck. Oh geez this freak was already wearing off on her. She never used such words. She tilted her head a bit, looking him in the eye for the first time. “Perhaps we both need a place to hide.”

She sighed as she listened to him speak, when he thanked her she did no more than smile. It somewhat eased her mind to hear he wasn't a total monster. Then again he probably wasn't a monster at all. He did stop, he just seemed lost and different. If she had been around more people in her life she would have probably known better. But to her, he seemed fine. A little off, but then again look at where they were. He deserved to be off. She still wondered how innocent he was being here, and if his status was really just priest and not patient. She ignored his comments on Jesus, figuring it helped him out but she didn't want to dwell on it and cause him more issues.

When he got up to leave she figured he wasn't coming back, but when he did he brought back something she had heard of but hadn't ever seen for herself. She had flash backs and memories of drinking once before, at least she thinks they were her memories. So she was a bit confused now and in her own head as she stared at him pouring the liquid into the glass. She smiled a little and shook her head clear of the confusion. Tell him about herself? Did he really need to hear that?

“Um... There isn't much to tell.. I can't remember my life before these places... They say I'm sick and.. Well... They tell me I killed my father but, I don't think I did... I don't remember it.. But my mom wouldn't lie to hurt me.. I don't think..” She realized she had begun to mumble and shut up quickly, smiling a bit more to shake off the sick feeling in her stomach, as she usually got when she tried to remember. “I'm boring. I'm sure you're more interesting though...”