jeremiah / SET FIRE TO THE RAIN

[KAREN FELICITY MCCORMICK .]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]It had been ages since she felt as though she had the time to just be with her and her clothes. Ever since she had her first child, Karen had felt as though her life had been in fast forward; even though she had lived for centuries, she still felt as though it had gone past her in the blink of an eye. Now that their youngest had finally flown the coop, she knew that her life was going to slow down, what with just herself and her husband in the house together. Everything felt as though it was reverting back to when the two of them just got married and had the whole house to themselves, then. The times had changed, technology much more advanced, but the love, joy and giddiness she got whenever she saw Jeremiah still didn't go away. When they had shared their vows more than two centuries ago, Karen truly meant it when she said that she would love him forever. Both of them being angels, it was very unlikely that they would be without one another through death for a very long time. That wasn't to say that there had been a couple of close calls, especially back at the peak of the war. Jeremiah had many a close call along the way and so did Karen; they knew that their lives were at risk every day, just because of the war that had lasted over six hundred years. Sometimes Karen would forget that they were at war, but then something would happen where she would need to step in and save a life and she would be reminded about such a thing. Honestly, all she wanted was for the war to end and for her and Jeremiah to return to Heaven. Having lived on earth after getting a taste of the magnificence that was Heaven was sometimes too much for her to even think about. After being sent down to earth, she had only returned to heaven two or three times and it was only to be updated about a certain happening when it came to the war. It saddened her more and more every time she left, knowing that it would take and eternity until she would be able to return and call it her home. Instead, she called a house on the hills in Lillehammer, Norway her home. It was a nice house, rather spacious seeing as the amount of children they had in the house at one point, but now with just herself and her husband, it almost felt too big. They had transformed some of the kid's rooms into pleasure rooms; one of them becoming an at home gym and the other becoming Karen's knew studio. It was there that he was currently locked away, working on a new piece that was supposed to be featured within the next week. She had become knowingly famous in the fashion community, already having some pieces in fashion week. She hadn't asked Jeremish yet, knowing how he hated to take days off work, but she wanted him to come with her to New York. As sad as it was, she knew she would be more than lonely if she went without him. Even after three centuries of marriage, she knew that she would never be able to have enough of her husband. There were some days where just him working late made her miss him all that much more. Tonight was a perfect example, Jeremiah was out much later than Karen had anticipated and, for the first little while, she tried to watch TV, wanting to be up when he walked in the door. However, after about a half hour, she could feel herself nodding off, which is something she just did not want to do, so she convinced herself to work on her knew fashion piece. That was something that she could always count on keeping her up, seeing as she was quite the perfectionist; she wouldn't stop working on a certain part until she knew that it was ready to be shown to the world. As she sat in a chair beside a mannequin, a beautiful in-progress dress hanging off of it's frame, she carefully sewed a piece onto it by hand. The sight of was probably ridiculous, what with pins hanging out of her mouth, her brow merged together in concentration and, when she took the last pin out to use it, her tongue stuck out a bit at the side. She was determined to finish that part by the time that Jeremiah got home, which could possibly not be until the wee hours in the morning. [/style]

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SEVEN EIGHT EIGHT WORDS FOR JERICHO/ JEREMIAH .

woop woop! first post.

[Jeremiah Patrick McCorrmick .]

Pushing back from his desk, Jeremiah exhaled deeply, running his long fingers through his dirty blonde hair. Finally, he’d pinned down the evidence he needed to prove his suspect guilty. It was all there, encrypted emails to the gun for hired and everything, Curtis Von Dutch was going to jail for life and he could finally rest a little easier knowing one more murder was off the street. Hitting print, the angel almost sprinted over to the copier as he awaited the key to the case. Yes, it was well passed working hours, however the trail started tomorrow and there was no way that he was going to let the man get off simply due to the red tape known as ‘insufficient evidence’. Jeremiah wasn’t the kind of man that would pursue a suspect even though the evidence said otherwise, however when there was damning proof and he knew he was in the right, no creature on God’s green earth, mortal or otherwise, could stop him from bringing them to justice. It was his job, after all, and though he was not overly fond of the way the judicial system worked, he followed the rules to the T. Due diligence a wise man makes, he always said, and as such, not a single one of his cases had been overturned or acquitted. He was a good cop and deeply invested in his work, that’s what earned his is position, that and the fact that he was the first one in and the last one to leave almost every day.

Still warm from the printer, Jeremiah stapled two copies of the e-mails and headed straight for his car to hand deliver them to the council. He couldn’t say the assistant DA was too happy to be woken up in the middle of the night but he was a sight better than the defense attorney who received the information with a ”Damn”, knowing what the next morning would hold, a guilty verdict and their client going to prison for the remainder of his life. However, though he was known as the hound of Lillehammer, he was never accused of being anything but fair and every attorney in the city knew that if their client was guilty and Lt. McCorrmick was on the case, than they would lose. It was a mere matter of fact, for he wouldn’t rest, literally, until he knew justice was served, which was great for the Department but not so much for the glass nerves of his dear wife. She who had stood by him for more than four centuries now sat at home, awaiting his return. Though he insisted that she rest, she would not listen and insisted on remaining awake until he arrived to lie next to her. It had been that way since before he joined the department ten years prior and showed no slowing now. Shaking his head as he slipped back into his car, he began his journey back to him home in the outskirts of Lillehammer.

Twenty minutes passed like the melting of spring snow and he not five more until he reached home, but caught a glimpse of a 24 hour convenient store and had an idea. It had been far too long since he had pampered Karen as she properly deserved and now seemed like a fine time to make it up to her. Pulling in to a parking spot, he rushed in, taking a moment to choose a bocce of her favorite flowers and picking up a box of gourmet assorted chocolates before heading to the register and trotting right back to his car. He knew it wouldn’t make up for him being late again, but at least it would give her a glimpse of how sorry he was, for there was no one in the world that he loved more than Karen and it broke his heart to be away from her for so long. With the gifts safely tucked into the passenger seat, Jeremiah embarked on the last leg of his journey humming to himself as he drove.

Five minutes later the black Tesla model S, a gift from Karen for his seven hundred and twenty first birthday, rolled silently into the driveway. Jeremiah grabbed the flowers and chocolate and entered his house with a sweet ”Karen my darling, I’m home.” Wondering though the living room he poked his head into her personal studio, the gifts hidden behind his back. A small smile tugged at his moist lips as he gazed upon the golden blonde head of his wife as she worked on her newest masterpiece. She was adorable when she was concentrating, he leaned against the doorframe just watching for a moment and appreciating the sweetness of the gift that was his wife. He thanked god every day for her and did so again now. She was the crowning jewel of everything that was good and just in this world, his wife and the mother to his children, there was nothing in the worlds, save god, that could claim his heart as she did. ”Looks good, sweetheart.” he said quietly, not wanting to startle her.

(sorry for the horrid quality, it's not a masterpiece but at least it's there. The next one will be far better, I swear!)

[KAREN FELICITY MCCORMICK .]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e; text-transform: lowercase;]It had only been within the last twenty years that Karen had actually started to get into the fashion designing industry. Sure, she had always found herself wearing the latest trends and actually sewing and making most of her outfits, but she had never really thought about it until Jeremiah actually suggested it. Before he had, she was a volunteer for a lot of the homeless shelters in Lillehammer as well as a stay at home mom. Jeremiah had no problem bringing home the bacon, so she never really felt guilty about it. But, now that all of the chicks has flown the nest, Karen knew that she would have a lot more time on her hands and thus she would need something to do. For a while she just simply stayed at home and cleaned all day, making sure that Jere had a hot meal when he walked in the door from after work. However, when she started to realize that her efferts were usually left to go cold, she finally decided to pick up something that she knew she would enjoy, at least for a hobby. In all honesty, she never really expected her sewing and designing to turn into anything as big as it had, especially now with her pieces being shown in fashion week. As she leaned in closer to the fabric, trying to get a closer look and making sure she got it in the right spot, a few strands of hair fell in her face. It was very rare that Karen had her hair down when she was working, bu this time she had just simply forgot to put it up. Blowing the piece out of her face, she went back to what she was doing, all of her concentration on the piece of thread going in and out of the fabric in such a way that looked nice and kept the fabric in place. Usually she would use a sewing machine, but this part of the dress was just far to awkward to try and use the machine with it. The dress had actually been a concept she had been thinking about for a while, back whe nshe first started getting into design but didn't have nearly enough experience. It was simple, low-cut neck line with thin straps that were knotted at the front; the waist was cinched in tight and even had a few plastic wires inserted to make it keep its shape. The skirt was made into two layers; the top layer being the same goldfish orange that the rest of the dress was, but it parted in the front to show the under layer, which was black. The whole dress was made of silk and lace, which made it look elegant as well and completely modern, what with the bright colour. Honestly, Karen felt as though it was one of her best pieces yet. As she concentrated on getting one of the panels of the skirt sewed on, she didn't manage to hear the door open and close. It didn't help that she had Adele's '21' album playing softly in the background, either. So, when she finally heard her husband's voice, she jerked her head up with a start and drew in a soft gasp, "Oh my goodness." she started, lifting a free hand and placing it over her heart, feeling it pounding in her chest a bit before she smiled softly at him "You startled me, babe." she replied before she looked over at the clock, not really enjoying what time it actually was, "You're much later than I thought you would be." she added as she turned her head back towards him and climbed to her feet. She was almot prepared to scold him, but she refrained, finding herself far too tired to do so. It was only then that she realized just how hungry she was, seeing as she hadn't eaten since she had made dinner for herself, which was more than few hours ago. Not only that, she realized how tired she actually was, seeing as it took her a couple of moments before she registered what he had actually said, when he had startled her. "Oh, and thank you." she stated, as she walked up to him. Once she had reached him, the angelic virtue of kindness placed her hands on her husband's chest, got up on her tip toes and pressed a soft but loving kiss to his lips. Letting it linger for a moment, she closed her eyes and let herself bask in the taste of him; it hadn't been since this morning that she had managed to get a kiss from the man she loved more than she could ever explain. When the kiss ended, she lowered herself back onto her heels before she smiled up at him, "I left some dinner in the fridge for you, if you're hungry." she added, figuring he was probably far too enveloped in his case to even think about food. That was the thing about Jeremiah that Karen was still trying to wrap her head around; he literally wouldn't sleep or eat until a case was solved and it sometimes worried her so much that she, too, wouldn't eat or sleep unless he was sleeping or eating. It was just how she was with people she cared about. [/style]

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EIGHT NINE ZERO WORDS FOR JERICHO/ JEREMIAH .

i don't know how i even managed this.