#Lol Sadie just “... okay bye.” XD

[sadiebrin]

Had she come off as annoyed, without intending to? "No, no, you're alright. I'm not grading you." She turned his earlier quote back on him with a trace of a playful smile, a tug of her lips. "Talk all you'd like. I just didn't want to taunt you with the pancakes, in case you couldn't have them either." A shrug.

"It definitely should." She agreed, "How are words created, anyways? Maybe we could be it's proponents." This was definitely a silly conversation, but she didn't mind. It was kind of nice, talking about something with so little weight to it.

You seem okay to me. Oh, little did he know. She snorted softly. Sure, it wasn't like she was incapable of working at all. She'd been a farmhand at Derek and Oline's, but that wasn't an official position. Not winning any charm awards. Pfft. "Yeah, you're very repellent." There was clearly a tone of teasing sarcasm there. As for screwing up, she stayed silent, just watching him with an expression of neutral understanding.

Her expression softened at the return of the new found word. "Very useful. Good call, they're missing out. But as much as I appreciate the sentiment, amongst other issues, I lost my ID and social security cards." Could she contact Shield, see if they could help? Potentially. But that would open a whole other can of worms.

A nod met his explanation, that added up. His phrasing, however, was interesting. What would make prison not good for him specifically? Did he have enemies within the walls, given his job? Oh. A medical condition. Her brows furrowed with concern.

"... if we don't get these under control... no use to Hydra." White coats, faces blurred, clip boards in hand.

She expected it would be bad, but was prison like them?

"They wouldn't take that into consideration?" Her eyes flickered from the scene outside the window, to Wade, and back again. She watched the struggle with the umbrella, grimacing as it flipped inside out. "He should walk with the top facing-." Sadie gestured with her hands, tips of her fingers pressed together. She trailed off, gaze still fixated on the man in the distance, because not only had the umbrella flipped, but one of the metal prongs had detached from the fabric.

"Shi-" She swore under her breath. Another, quick sip of tea, and the soldier was up from the table. Without another word, her legs had carried her out the door. The rain pounded down upon her head, and she squinted down the sidewalk, "Hey!" The sodden man turned towards her, evidently at a loss. "I can fix it, here." She gestured for him to pass it over, and he did so with some effort. The wind seemed eager to keep the umbrella for itself. The soldier placed the handle between her knees, one hand grabbing hold of the metal prong, the other coming to rest on the outer fabric. Bringing the pair together, a faint turquoise energy weaved into the material; easily dismissed as a trick of the light. A moment later she'd handed the umbrella back over, right side out. "Try walking with the top facing the rain, minimize the wind resistance."

"How did you do that?" The man asked, bewildered, as he raised it back over his head, slightly tilted in the direction of the wind as she'd suggested.

"Trick of the trade. Okay, bye." An awkward nod of the head, and she darted back inside. He watched after her a moment, before shrugging and continuing on his way, a little more chipper. Water droplets dripped down her face, had soaked into her clothes, leaving her chilled within just the few minutes she'd been out there. Her shoes squeaked on the cafe floor. "Storm's gotten worse." She announced, obviously, as she sat back down at the table, wiping at her face.

The soldier bunched herself up under the desk, palms pressed to her ears with enough pressure that she could hear the squeak of her joints. She was trying to block out the noise. The angry shouts as she disobeyed direct orders. When had she entered the office? One minute she'd been searching the aisles...

well,

Shallow breaths

A tap on her shoulder, sending her jolting alongside her racing heart, wide eyes searching for the source- an elderly woman with a light laugh, and an apology for startling her. She was only reaching for the milk

Bright, fluorescent lights

Constant chatter and clanging and beeping that was not, in fact, a heart rate monitor, and was instead the tills as the cashiers scanned various items

Too many options

kind of.

At some point she'd passed the bakery, and a small child in a cart had wheeled by, holding a...

And then she'd found herself in the office. The door was locked from the inside. The desk had the indent of fingers on the edge of it's surface, as though imprinted in wet cement. One of it's legs wiggled like a snake. Both still gleaned with the sweat of her hands.

The manager kept slamming on the door, shouting and raving about calling the police, and company files and trespassing. And yet she was frozen in place. - For Wade, sadiebrin

@sadiebrin

"Donuts or muffins?" Wade muttered to himself as he looked around the bakery section. His head tilted to one side, then the other. "Eh, they each have their good points..."

It was supposed to rain today. Not just rain, thunderstorm. So far, though, the sky had gone dark for a couple hours and it had gotten rather windy, but so far... no rain or thunder. Perfect weather for Wade to do a little shopping during normal human hours without fear of getting too impaired by the sun. He'd felt a mild tingling on his skin when he stepped outside, but... not too bad. And really, he just had to go from his apartment building to his SUV, and then from there into the store. He could do that standing on his head, so... time to shop.

Being a vampire sucked, pun intended. Needing blood all the time was not only unappealing to Wade, but it was massively inconvenient with his schedule and lifestyle. And he refused to give up the foods he loved, even if they did nothing for him nowadays. At least he could eat whatever he wanted without fear of getting fat or developing heart disease, since whatever made him a vampire seemed to regulate his body to keep it in tip-top shape without him having to do much of anything.

His deliberations on exactly what kind of indulgent human food to buy were interrupted by a very distressed woman staggering from near where he was toward the back of the store. Confections could wait. Wade followed her, sensing that something was very wrong. When she went inside an office and slammed the door, Wade stopped and watched as the manager began pounding on the door like a child throwing a tantrum. "Really?" Wade mumbled to himself.

Making his way to the door, Wade laid his hand on the manager's shoulder. "Take a breath, okay? I think she's havin' some kinda problem." The manager was taking too many breaths, as it were, and spouting more boisterous nonsense about how she wasn't allowed in there, and if she didn't come out right this instant he was going to called the cops!

With an irritated smirk, Wade reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Dude, relax, I am the cops," he said, flashing his badge just fast enough for the manager to see something that looked official but not long enough for him to actually read that it only said government licensed bounty hunter on it. It worked, and the manager took a step back from the door. Only one. Wade looked at him like, you gotta be kiddin' me with this bullshit. "Yeah, you wanna gimme some time here, man? I'll handle it, don't worry." With that, the manager huffed and left to deal with an irate woman who couldn't find the type of cheese she wanted and was making it everyone else's problem.

"Hey... miss?" he called through the door. "You okay in there? Need some help?" He was trying to get through to the woman but also sound as non-threatening as he could manage.