Low Tide

There were many things Boden could handle, but a normal happy life was not one of those things. He couldn’t function the way he was meant to function in this normal happy life, he couldn’t be who he was when he was too busy being compared to a man who was no longer there, no longer present.

To continue here would be unfair to himself and to the woman that had loved the other him, the better more functional one.

With that in mind, Boden saw no other alternative: he had to leave. He had been born a monster who had been turned into a soldier, a hunter, and to turn his back on that was near impossible.

( Miserable Try )

The park was rapidly becoming Mallory's favorite place to spend an afternoon, especially as Christmas loomed closer. It was both time spent outdoors and time spent pondering matters great and small, namely things that didn't revolve around her current situation. Not that that list was miles long right now, but still. She'd take what she could get.

The redhead was seated at one of the picnic tables, looking at the light traffic beyond the park's edge. Key West wasn't exactly a buzzing metropolis, but she liked the quiet of it. It sure beat someplace like Leavenworth, hands down. A scooter's horn beeped, and she lifted a hand at the driver, one of the book store's regular customers. felt more or less settled, at least for the moment. Life was kind of nice right now.

Afternoon was more like evening by the time Boden strayed within the limits of the park, having not been home since the altercation with something nasty in the alley near the place where this other him lived, its teeth had been far bigger than the size of its jaw would have had him believe. Thankfully as out of shape this body was for hunting its current owner knew exactly where to hit and did so with such precision that it had brought the monster to its knees before finally ending its life.

Not without a few souvenirs in the form of cuts and bruises, all of which would heal, soon enough. Boden just needed the time to rest and he didn’t feel as if he could get that at home – with that woman who was apparently quite attached to him – there’d be too many questions and he wasn’t quite ready for that.

( Not So Familiar )

Cowardly was the last thing that Boden could be called, but since his arrival in this new world and this new body he had been displaying all the traits of the behaviour, including avoiding his apartment and anything associated with this Boden’s life.

He had after many hours of wandering decided to bite the bullet and brave it, rummaging out the keys and finding his way back there with little problem, easily navigating the strange streets with an ease that could only come from having lived there a very long time.

Inhaling and exhaling was the only way in which Boden could insert the key into the lock and turn it, hearing it click with an ominous ease. It was now or never, go in or turn back, Boden decided on the former rather than the latter.

The door was opened for an all of sixty seconds before Boden finally took a step over threshold, fully immersing himself in this other man’s life; a life that assaulted him in personal decoration, photographs and a flashing answering machine.

( Lucky Girlfriend )

[NPC Charlie was written by Willow]

Of all the things to be scared of the last thing Boden thought he would be afraid of was a small black phone no larger than his palm, and yet he was totally and utterly petrified.

It wasn't his phone and yet every voice on the other end of the line spoke to him as if they knew him. They did in a way, but not in another. That Boden was... different, more well adjusted and according to the photographs scattered around the apartment part of a happy family.

It made his head hurt just thinking about it.

( Just Need Air )

Memories - they're translucent and fluid, constantly changing and forever evolving so it's no great shock that when one mind overcomes another and is hit with a sudden influx of them the mind shuts down, reboots and tries to adapt.

It's simply unfortunate that this is the very thing to have happened to Boden Velmont, causing a shift in his momentum resulting in a sudden meeting of the brand new life in which he's sociable, pleasant and overall a really great guy.

The timing could be better, much better.

There's 20 seconds until air and Boden cannot for the life of him put a finger on the right button let alone knows how to make the microphone near his mouth work. He's in a studio of some sort, radio studio by the looks of things. Does that mean... Boden looks up and tilts his head ever so slightly, blinking at the eager thumbs up being given by a large blonde with a huge smile.

( Adjustment )