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Post by Cashan on Sun 30 Oct 2016, 01:38




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" Gimme another.. " Bade's voice was low as he pushed his empty glass forward. The bartender looked concerned, clearly debating whether to serve the man yet another drink but as he looked around the bar at the all the grieving soldiers he couldn't bring himself to deny him. The liquid filled the same glass Bade had been drinking from all night and Bade nodded in appreciation. No one was paying for drinks tonight, this was all courtesy of Oxen Corp. It was the least they could fucking do after the hell they put everyone through. Crowe was a good man, better than most he knew, better then himself and yet Crowe was the one rotting the ground. 

Bade downed his drink, trying to silence the deafening thoughts in his head. Images of Crowe's mangled body flashed through his mind for what seemed like every waking moment as well as in his dreams. They had managed to recover his implants and Bade had been forced to not only watch but listen as the bones were broken and his head was pulverised into nothing but a pile of bloody tissue, unrecognizable. If it hadn't been for the GPS that identified who he was, Bade wasn't even sure he would of been able to identity him. " To Crowe. " a group of men the far side of the bar held up a drink in his honour. They had wanted Bade to join them earlier in the night but he had declined. He had kept a brave face all day during the funeral and he was no longer in a socializing mood. 

The bartender didn't even need prompting as he began pouring the next drink, Bade barey acknowledging him now as he stared into his drink. Having attended yet another funeral made Bade begin to question what he was doing with his life. He had dedicated his whole life to the organization, to the extinction of Immortals and still he had nothing to show for his life's work. Immortals were still a threat despite all their attempts to stop them and it was Crowe who paid the price with his life. A man, foreign to this land but who had devoted his life to his cause since he arrived here. Meanwhile, he was sitting behind a desk pushing papers and attending stockholders meetings that he couldn't care less about. This was not what he wanted from his life.

Then there was the noticeable absence of his wife from the funeral. Where she was he had no clue. If he hadn't been through this a hundred times with her before he would of been more concerned but unfortunately he had been the one to train his wife and she had excelled even his expectations. She wouldn't be found unless she wanted to be, still apart of him feared everyday that she was gone that she was in trouble. But she had pushed him away a long time ago, around the time they lost their child, an innocent soul lost because of a war he chose to fight. He never quite forgave himself for what happened to Natalia that night, he never would, he only wished that Natalia would forgive herself. 

Throwing back the glass, he winced at the after taste as he swallowed the burning liquid. He wasn't particularly fond of the taste but he wasn't drinking it for the enjoyment of it, he wanted to forget everything, to try and grant himself some small reprieve from the farce that was his life. However, the drinks seemed to be  having the exact opposite effect as the more he drank the deeper he sunk into his own personal spiral of pity. As the glass was refilled, Bade couldn't help but wonder what part of his life he hadn't somehow destroyed. His wife was basically non existent, his best friend had been killed by a vampire they had let escape and his job, his whole world, no longer brought him the satisfaction it once did. Once on the frontlines in the trenches, he wasn't made for office work and it brought him little joy. 

" Where did it all go wrong... " he muttered to himself not really expecting anyone to be listening or to answer. His hand took the glass and Bade blankly looked into the glass. Even he at times forgot about his prosthetic arm. On the outside the arm looked like any other. The only way an untrained person would notice any difference was the fact that it was cold and the prosthetic 'skin' did not feel as soft or as natural as actual human skin. The only reason he had it was Crowe had saved his life before the Death Family could remove anything else. He had taken him a long time to adjust to the high tech replacement but Bade still hated it at times and now was one of time as for some reason, he decided that the night he lost his arm was the night when his life had turned to shit. His eyes hardened toward his skin and he downed yet another shot. Logic was being to fail him as the liquor allowed anger and grief to consume rational thought and thoughts of revenge began to creep into his consciousness causing his grip on the drink to tighten to the point, the glass cracked. " Fuck! " he exclaimed, fighting the strength of the prosthesis. He grabbed a napkin and began trying to clean the mess somewhat unsteadily thinking " What else can I get wrong? "



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Post by Annika Quinn on Mon 31 Oct 2016, 06:50

Cooper’s den had become a favourite drinking hole for the group of misfits Annika seemed to have become accustomed to belong to. It was perhaps the first group of people Annika had ever lived with for more than a week since the death of her family at the ripe young age of 10. Even now Annika could not admit that she had let the group of guys a little further under her skin than she had with anyone since that day though she had indeed grown a little more accustomed to doing things with someone else around and not on her own. There were still moments when she could not stand to be anywhere with another person, wanting her time alone on occasions that weren’t always appropriate timed to the situation at hand. This was one of those nights however where the group were far too loud and obnoxious for Annika to give two shits. There was good reason for the guys to be so over the top, they had found Leven after so many months apart. He was still the same Leven that everyone had dearly missed since the bridge collapse and though he had taken some time to make his way back to camp it was as if he had never left. Still it was bittersweet to have him around, they still had no idea if Ford was still out there somewhere or if he was even alive. It brought back far too many memories for Annika to spend her time reflecting and as such while the guys drank their fill of moonshine at the camp out of town; Annika had taken a few slips of cash and put on a half clean shirt, trudging into town for the pub.

She wore an old grey band shirt, one she had found amidst the debris of the old main street of Arcane before the new street had been built. Blotched ink marks outlined the band name ‘hex’ and a pattern resembling a crown. She had never heard of the band before but at the time she had needed something other than skin tight cat suit tops and tanks. She had also pinched a pair of cargo pants, suitable for all kinds of situations and a hell of a lot more comfortable than most of the clothes she possessed. Her mismatched eyes scanned the street as she walked over to the entrance of Coopers den, walking in past security and suddenly meeting an air of sombre tones.
“oh for Christ sakes not here” She could only think inwardly at herself as she took a moment to glance around the room. It was surprising to see the room completely full of Ox Corp members but barely anyone making noise above normal speaking volumes. It was a strange sight and Annika felt as though she had walked in on something far more important than casual after work drinks. Someone to her left had made a toast, the name not known to her as it obviously was to the rest of the occupants. Unsure if she should stop before she had gotten any further into the room Annika paused with confusion when she spotted a figure sitting at the bar.

He was recognisable from a mile away nowadays, Annika no stranger to how Bade’s posture was almost permanently haunched when he sat somewhere. But today his shoulders were drooped low, heavy under an invisible weight she could only now assume had something to do with the person the soldiers had toasted. She struggled in what to do, she was not the hugging type of person and when people were in a sad mood it often simply pissed her off. But Bade had shown a sort of friendship that Annika had grown to respect, she had actually spent more than five minutes speaking to the guy and they had last been seen with the guys sharing beers and talking crap in none other than Cooper’s den. Thinking better than to add one more complication to the seemingly crappy atmosphere Annika turned, beginning to head out when a glass shattered behind her somewhere in the room. The loud ‘fuck!” was clearer to her, it was Bade and she let out an exasperated sigh when her brain decided to go against her usual tactic and force her to turn, looking back over as Bade attempted to clean the mess he had made of the drink and glass.

She slowly approached as she scoured her brain for something to say, something that wouldn’t sound like she was heartless, that didn’t quite sound like she was being a plain sarcastic jackass. But in reality she had absolutely nothing more than the idea of giving Bade a gentle pat on the back…because to her that is what people seemed to do when comforting another person. There was a slight reprieve and opportunity to enter the moment when Bade grabbed the napkin, Annika taking another from the bartender as he had gone to pass more to Bade.

“Thankyou, here…Let me get that” Annika announced without the addition of a greeting which she figured was simply useless small talk that wasn’t necessary unless Bade had suddenly contracted Alzheimers. Gently pushing his hand back out of the way she plucked what glass she could with her fingers, using the napkin to wrap it in on her other hand.
“crappy day I take it?” she added as she focused on cleaning the mess, a way to avoid contracting any more emotions than she needed to feel.
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Post by Cashan on Tue 01 Nov 2016, 20:44




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Bade began trying to clean up the mess he had made by taking napkins from the bartender. He was embarrassed and ashamed that he was making such a spectacle of himself in a public bar and had every intention of just cleaning up his mess and leaving a substantial tip to pay for the damage as well as the inconvenience he had caused to the bar. However, a good samaritan in the form of Annika stepped in and offered help when everybody else simply stared as though he was a damn zoo attraction. She proceeded to help with the mess that he had caused without even being asked. He was grateful but at the same time angry he was in this situation to begin with.

" Yeah you could say that. " he muttered not really wanting to go into it. He had been dwelling on the funeral for days, it had somehow helped, having the arrangements to focus on but now that Crowe was in the ground there was nothing for him to do but be alone with his grief. Looking around as Annika picked up the glass, he saw his fellow soldiers staring at him, probably judging him for his actions. Who were they to judge him? They were his subordinates. " Mind you own goddamn business. " he said raising his voice so the whole bar heard him, he employees quickly turning their backs to him and falling into hushed whispers. 

Bade's temper rarely showed, especially not like this and it wasn't until he turned around to see Annika he realised that he shouldn't of been yelling, at least not around her. " Sorry, you didn't need to see that.. " he muttered deciding to move things along quicker. Using his prosthetic hand, he ran it along the bar picking up whatever glass Annika had missed. Parts stabbing into the synthetic skin and yet no blood formed. It was then he realised Annika was probably wondering how that was happening. " Don't worry, it's fake. " he said as he dumped the glass onto a napkin and then showed her how it wasn't bleeding. 

Picking the glass out of the prosthetic, he then mopped up the liquid on the bar. It was probably for the best that his last drink had ended up on the bar as the alcohol had clearly taken a toll on him so far. His glassy eyed and unusually disheveled appearance were completely out of character and the fact that he didn't seem to care even more so. But even Bade could recognise that he had gone over his limit and with him having made a fool of himself in front of Annika and at least three squadrons of the corporation. Deciding he had enough public humiliation for one night, he thought it best to call it a night.

Pulling out his wallet he began pulling out notes and handed it to the bartender. " Sorry about the mess. " he said barely able to make eye contact with him. Instead he turned to Annika. " Thanks for your help but I think I should go. " he stuck his hands in his pockets playing with his keys in his hand. He knew he shouldn't drive, he probably would take the short walk home back to his empty house where his empty bed would be waiting for him. Looking around he expected to see the crew of men she was usually with. " Are you going to be ok?  he asked wondering if it was such a good idea to leave Annika alone in a bar full of drunken Ox Corp members. He trusted these guys with his life when on the job but whether he trusted them around a woman was another story.



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Post by Annika Quinn on Thu 03 Nov 2016, 04:41



Since meeting Bade months before Annika had known him to be straight laced, always having answers to problems and never seeming to lose any sign of control. The Bade who sat before her now displayed a side she had never witnessed and it was extremely uncomfortable feeling the eyes of the other soldiers in the room. It gave her a brief glimpse into Bade and his lifestyle; something of which Annika did not envy. As she continued to clean, Bade growling out at the Ox Corp personnel in the bar to mind their own business. The bar began to fill with hushed voices and Annika found herself in that moment trying to think of a way to escape the situation and oddly distracting Bade to help him. It wasn’t that Annika was void of all emotion but having spent so many years avoiding relationships and bonds with other people she had limited social skills and little ability to negotiate awkward situations in the most appropriate way possible.

“Well the man has a bite after all” Annika commented in response to Bade’s loud order to the remainder of the room and subsequent apology. She had almost thought of a reassuring statement to deliver in order to hopefully make Bade feel a little more secure when he carelessly swept his arm across the bar where she was cleaning, her eyes widening as she watched the glass shards penetrate the skin of his arm. She found herself speechless as she wondered just how much liquor Bade had managed to down until he mentioned the arm was fake. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before and out of a moment of awh she reached over, prodding a finger against the prosthetic completely forgetting the fact that it was rude to do such a thing.

“You’re kidding…the whole thing?” she asked as she raised a brow and glanced up at his face before returning to staring at the arm. She had seen fake limbs before but nothing that looked life like. She wondered momentarily and tried to remember if she had shaken that hand before and if she had whether it had felt fake at the time. There were small cuts from where the glass had been however there was no blood, a sight which was both weird and intriguing. It took another few seconds for her to realise that she was probably looking like a complete idiot and welcomed the change in circumstance when Bade mentioned him leaving. There was little disagreement from Annika who had figured another moment of indiscretion would have her die of embarrassment and should Bade encounter anything that was likely to cause him irritation he would make one hell of a drunken scene which would be more detrimental to him professionally. Still despite the fact that he was the one completely wasted and obviously in mourning he asked if she was okay.
“I am fine, but yeah, I do think you should probably go…I’ll make sure you get home okay,” Annika responded as she slid off the barstool, ignoring the bartender and patrons as she glanced at his hand in his pocket.
“Give me the keys.” She told him, doubting he could walk in a straight line let alone drive a vehicle. She could barely drive herself but with Oliver having begun to teach her the basics she decided it would be safer than letting Bade sit behind the wheel. She held out her hand in anticipation for him to give her the keys and moved forward from the bar a little to prompt him to leave with her.
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Post by Cashan on Wed 16 Nov 2016, 14:15




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Annika's astonishment under different circumstances would of greatly amused Bade. He himself, when he was lucky, forgot about the damn thing and nearly all of those beneath him knew of his injury and how he had lost his original limb. There wasn't many people left who didn't know about it and it only just dawned on him that Annika probably had no idea and he had just sprung it on her rather rudely. He didn't even mind when Annika pressed against it figuring he owed her that at least to help her get used to the idea. It wasn't like she could break it with just her bare hands.
As he prepared to leave, he was was surprised to hear that Annika, whom had just arrived was preparing to leave with him. Was he really so bad that she felt the need to accompany him? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? " I'm not driving... " he muttered puling out a large set of keys from his pocket. " I was looking for my house key... it's on there somewhere. " he said sounding annoyed. He never really went home anymore, choosing to sleep at the corporation or falling asleep at his desk. So he wasn't even sure which one of those numerous keys were going to open his house. He could always just break in one of the windows if he had to. Not like there would be anyone there to notice.
Handing her the keys he figured he may need the company as the floor was seeming less level than usual. " Come on if you're coming. My house isn't far from here. We can walk. " he muttered not wanting a non oxen corp member to drive an official vehicle. He might be drunk but he wasn't completely out of his mind. Walking out of the bar he was glad to have all those eyes off of him and to be in the sole company of Annika. At least he trusted her not to go spreading the gossip around the office in the morning. It was rather nice to have an ally outside of the corporation. Someone he could trust wouldn't use what they learned about him to try and knock him down within the company. As it was no one knew about his marital problems with his wife who had been on an " undercover assignment " for way more time than was necessary.

" Thanks for your help in there Annika. I'm .. sorry if I... " he was trying to do his best to think straight but words were failing him. " I'm sorry. " he said figuring that would have to do. " You didn't have to walk me home.. I could of found my way there... I have a SatNav on my phone. " he smirked smiling for the first time since Crowe died. " I'm not normally like this.. I'm not a drinker. " he said thinking back on his actions in the bar. " My mate.. Crowe.. we buried him today. " he said knowing it was no excuse for his behaviour but for some reason he thought she should know. It mattered to him what she thought of him. " Are you um.. cold .. do you want my jacket? " he asked forgetting his manners as he tried to take off the jacket, his fingers struggling with the zips as the alcohol and cold made his hands numb, much like his emotions tonight.


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Post by Annika Quinn on Tue 27 Dec 2016, 13:49

There was a small raised smile and sigh of relief when Annika was told Bade had no intentions of driving, the door of the inn swinging closed behind them as they stepped out into the street.

“it’s probably a good thing, it’s a bit too late in the day for me to be bothered trying to drive a car” she admitted with slight amusement. She paused momentarily as Bade mentioned trying to find his house keys and she raised a brow having always assumed he lived on the Ox Corp base. Surely the base had one of those high tech fingerprint swipes or something. Perhaps Bade was a little more normal than she had first thought. He seemed irritated more so than drunk and Annika cold only assume it was simply grief consuming him. It was odd how one drank to forget their woes considering the beverage in itself was a depressant. At least the idea of walking in fresh air would do Bade some good.

The street was almost vacant of civilians, not too many people wanting to be out after dark she had noticed since living in the vicinity of Arcane. She didn’t consider herself to be vulnerable and given her childhood Annika welcomed the night sky and the solitude it often brought with it. Though now Bade walked beside her and led the way, someone who she would never have thought would have struck some sort of friendship with until recently. It was different being around him compared to the other guys. They were her work buddies of sorts but they were there to laugh and dick about most of the time. Bade had spent more time with Annika speaking candidly, perhaps more so than she had done with many before him. They were always serious conversations in nature and each had peeled back a layer of obscurity Annika had spent years shrouding herself in. She figured in more ways than one she was doing the same to Bade. She had initially met him, strong and unwavering and clad in an Ox Corp uniform. Gradually each interaction had revealed more to Bade and more often than not she had begun to see the cracks widen in the facade until the present time where he had shown vulnerability. She seemed to find something admirable, perhaps more respectful about that.

He began to apologies and stumbled on what to say, Annika raising a brow as she casually walked beside him. He mentioned not being a drinker but she didn’t quite believe him. No one drank like a fish if they had never tasked a drop of alcohol before. She had remembered a time where her older brothers had stolen the neighbours moonshine. Brailen had never tasted it before until that day and when Spencer made him take a swig he had spat it out almost immediately, protesting for days at how it had burnt every inch of his mouth and belly. Spencer, Mason and Jacob had roared with laughter until they very nearly peed their pants. It was Bade’s smile that captured her attention, bringing her back from the memory she had remembered with sombre fondness. It was nice to have at least brought some sort of sunshine out of Bade after what had sounded like a plain shit day.

“Stop it Bade, just walk’ Annika replied with a chuckle as he offered her his jacket. “for Christ sake I live in a tent, If I was cold I would have worn one myself” She told him flatly. “As for you finding your way home i highly doubt you would have made it out of Cooper’s without so much as a blackeye the rate you were going in there.” She added matter of factly. She had found it hard to imagine that someone Bade had worked with had been close enough to be his friend given how regimented the entire corporation seemed to be from the outside but perhaps she had been wrong.
“Were you out there? In the field when Crowe was killed?” she enquired.
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Post by Cashan on Tue 24 Jan 2017, 23:02




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" You live in a tent? " he asked finding the idea rather odd. " Where did you find a tent big enough for you and your merry men? " he chuckled teasing her. Why on Earth would a young woman such as herself want to live in tent? Surely between her and her gang of men they could have pitched together to find a place. But he didn't judge. There were often times, before Natalia, when he and his team would holed up in a tent for days. It wasn't a lifestyle he would choose now but then he suspected his desk job made him soft. It had been too long since he got his hands dirty, he was miserable.
He considered what Annika had said about the black eye and supposed that at one time she would of been right. " I employ too many of them in there. They wouldn't hit the boss. " he replied sounding slightly disappointed. He missed the odd bar fight. Where an argument could be sorted with a punch to the gut and then forgotten about. Now everything had to go through the right protocol and paperwork. Demerits, suspicions. He had become one of those men they used to bad mouth in the pubs, when they would all let off a bit of steam. Now he sat in a pub, isolated. It wasn't their fault. How could they relax with their boss there? Crowe had never cared though. He'd have been there fighting his corner had he ended up in a fight, boss or not.
Annika asked a difficult question. Had he been sober he probably would have avoided it but the alcohol and the company loosened his tongue. " No not in person. " he said sounding almost saddened by that. He should have been there for him. Crowe had always been there for him and when he really needed him, he was in an office pushing paper. " I heard it all though. He had radio'd for back up. It was on the way but.. they were too late to help. " he said, the pain of his grief still very raw. " I.. I found him. He just left him there. Like .. like road kill. " he said his fists clenching as he thought of the redheaded male who had killed and treated his friend in such a way. " I swear if I ever see that... " his anger boiled just below the surface but was quickly reigned in, he did not want to lose his temper in front of her.
" I don't need to tell you. " he said figuring that in her line of work she was bound to have lost a friend. Unfortunately it was the nature of such things although it saddened Bade to think that she might have gone through this more than once. " I'm sure you've lost friends. " he said finding a rather morbid commonality to have with her. They weren't far from his home now, the houses grew in size as they hit the suburbs. Perfect houses with white picket fences. If his younger self had seen these houses, he would have mocked those who resided inside. Now he resided here, alone, dreams invested in it that never came true. " Anyway, that's my house there. " he said pointing, a little embarrassed to show Annika this perfect house in suburbia when she lived in a tent. Truth was, were it up to him he would of sold it long ago for a smaller place closer to the city. But when he brought it, he brought it for Natalia and their unborn child, the house was in her name. So when he wasn't asleep in his office, he would come back to this big empty house and be reminded of everything he never got.
" I should get you a coffee or at least get you that drink you never had in the bar. " he said as he went looking or his keys again. Unfortunately, when he had consumed enough alcohol, losing his keys became somewhat of a habit. He patted himself down. " I know I had them.. ah got them. " he said pulling them out of his back pocket. " You'd think with all the technology inside me I'd be able to find my keys. " he chuckled knowing the revelation of his arm was still fresh to Annika. It made him feel somewhat better about the fake limb. Losing his arm is what had taking him out of the field in the first place and he had resented it ever since. But it was good to know that he could still pass for one hundred percent natural even if he didn't feel it. Unlocking the door he stepped inside, the lights activating on motion control. " Come on then I owe you. " he said stepping in and holding the door open for her, even when drunk he remembered his manners.



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Post by Annika Quinn on Sat 28 Jan 2017, 05:48

The joke Bade cracked was enough to get a laugh out of Annika as she considered his question and thought over her lifestyle at present. It had never occurred to her that such an ideal would be considered odd but then again the way Annika lived was not considered a normal civilian life. It touched a part of her history that she had always kept private, the night her family was torn apart. She could have bittersweet memories of the good times and handle those but anything which prompted recounting the night of the lycan attack was swiftly avoided. Annika had never learnt to process the emotions with that event and all she considered on it was that they were not to be thought of at all.

“I move around alot” was the best answer Annika could provide as her mouth drew taught and she pushed the thought of her house in burnt ruins deep into her core. She had hated being cooped up in buildings since then, the whole idea of being cornered sending panic through her. Any more than a few hours and she would just about do anything to get fresh air. It was better however when Bade moved on with the conversation onto another subject without interrogating her for more information. His comment of not hitting him because he was a boss sounded hilarious but from what Ford had taught her, formal units and groups like that had leaders who were meant to be respected even if you thought they were assholes. “Well it’s probably a good thing I don’t work for a group like you guys, I’d deck you one if I needed to” she joked “you know, if my boss was being a dick n all” she added as though it was a decent reason.

The following account of Crowe’s passing and how Bade had not been there for him was hard to hear, mainly because there was relevance in the story. She could sympathise with the action of finding someone you cared for crumpled in a heap and how it impacted you in a way which was so difficult to deal. Bade quickly grew angry before he stopped himself, explaining to Annika what she already knew, that she understood. The sentence was not met with an answer as Annika let the conversation fall into silence, instead taking and interest in the white picket fenced suburb. There was symmetry to the way the houses lined the street, their gardens landscaped so much so that even the garden hedges were cut to perfect angles. She couldn’t understand why one wanted such a fragmented piece of land but the opinion was biased given her upbringing on a farm. She was used to wild and uncut grass, fields of grain and land which had seen the head of a hundred cattle trampled across it. Thinking of how straight laced Bade was compared to her she could understand him having a house like one of these, she imagined he liked how obsessive compulsive the street looked, much like the order one would expect being in a military faction. Even Ford had always kept his clothes folded perfectly.

Bade identified his house to her, one just like the others as she nodded with a small ‘cool’. Stepping up the path to the house she looked at the residence, wondering if his wife was much alike Bade. Of course surely she would have to be like him to live here. Though the more she saw and spoke to Bade, the more she got the feeling that what was going on behind these walls was much different to the picture perfect facade these streets presented. Waiting for bade to open the door, Annika ran her hand over the wood of the doorframe and for a moment wondered what it would be like living as she once had, a part of a family. It was pushed aside as Bade brought her back to the present with an offer of a drink while he scrambled through his pockets for his house keys and she smiled, ‘yeah I could really do with a beer’ she replied, a little thrown by the ease of Bade as he joked about having technology. She had no idea what she would do if she lost her arm let alone having something that would no doubt make her feel like a robot. She gave a small awkward chuckle but took the opportunity to go inside in order to escape having to ask the billion questions about his arm she had tried not to ask already.

As she walked in she slowed in her pace, her eyes darting about the living areas in front of her. It was hard for her to see how personal a space was to someone but for the sake of having Bade safely at home without incident she would stay. She stood awkwardly in the entrance not feeling at all comfortable.
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Even in his inebriated state, Bade could see how uncomfortable Annika was in the house. He couldn't blame her. The house was just that, a house. There was nothing personal about it. There were no pictures on the walls other than decorative ones. The decor was neutral with no real signs of personal taste or style anywhere. The only thing that showed Bade lived there was the beer in the fridge and the wardrobe full of suits and Oxen Corp uniform in the wardrobe upstairs. When he brought the house, he brought it unfurnished having wanted Natalia to decorate it to her taste, it was her house after all. He however had begun decorating one room in the house, a room that to this day remained untouched. Natalia having made Bade promised to leave it as it was after they lost their child.

It was then things started to go wrong, he thought he could make it better going ahead with the wedding and buying some generic furniture to try and make a home with her. He had tried for years to do right by her and it seemed with every passing year she grew further and further apart from him no matter how hard he tried to pull her back in. Eventually he must of let her go because night after night he came back to this empty house and when she did appear, he stopped asking where she had been. " Come on through to the kitchen. " he said shutting the door behind her and guiding her straight through to a sizable kitchen. It was almost pristine as Bade hardly ever used it. He was actually a good cook and had enjoyed cooking for Natalia once. But now, with most of his time spent in the office he lived off take away meals and junk food. If it wasn't for his strict exercise regime, his weight would have ballooned by now.

He opened the fridge which was almost bare except for some cheese and cold meats, all the makings of a decent sandwich, and of course a six pack of beers. Pulling two cans from the ring, he decided he may as well have one more now he was home. Crowe would love for him to go into work hungover as he would often tease him for being " Mr Perfect. " What better way to honor his memory then to break that image. " You want a glass or.. " he asked giving her the can. If she wanted a glass he would get her one but he was happy to simply drink it as it came as he cracked open the can. With drinks in their hands he walked toward the living room, a room he hardly used except on the nights when he couldn't sleep and was up late watching tv. " Make yourself at home. " he said as he took a seat on his usual armchair expecting her to seat opposite him on the couch.


He gulped his beer and sat for a few minutes in silence not knowing what to say or do. The only other people he had invited into his home before was Crowe so he was somewhat inept in how to socialize on a personal level like this. After what was probably too long a time, he spoke up. " So .. " he smirked a little knowing what would strike up a conversation. " You wanna ask me whatever it is you wanna ask about my arm? " he said her staring and looks of awe having not gone unnoticed by him. He was highly conscious of the fact that his arm wasn't in fact his arm and it had taken him years of therapy both physical and mental to adjust. Plus he had probably heard every question and joke that was conceivable at this point. His colleagues at Ox Corp made sure of that. He doubted there was a question Annika could ask him that he didn't have an answer for and it gave him a chance to show off the technology he had played a part in developing within the company.


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