Chapter 1: Bailing
"Mr. Hyde, I believe I have beaten you."
Hyde stared down his own cards, and back at Bucket, his eye squinting as his face soured. "Yer." - He continued to stare, as if he were checking if Bucket was actually lying. "Yer, you're right. Fuckin' 'ell." They sat in silence for a good ten seconds, before Hyde pushed his chair out, it made a groaning noise as the legs dragged along the floor. He stood up and let his head roll on his shoulders, before making a silent exit.
"Oh, Mr. Hyde? You forgot-"
"What?" Hyde frowned at him through the red low lighting in the room.
Bucket's motionless LED eye looked back at him, and a disappointed voice muttered from his chassis; "Nothing, never mind."
"Make yer bloody mind up, robot." Hyde turned and stroppily walked off like a big kid, grumbling and sighing.
Hyde made his way back to his room, the crude metal door before him read:
"FUCK OFF
KNOCK FIRST"
He sure liked to write all over things. This room was for now, his home, so why not get comfortable and tune the place to his liking? He noted to himself that his door was unlocked- nothing unusual there, he never really locked it unless he was actually out on missions.
As he entered his low-lit room, a sigh of relief and relaxation exhaled from him, as he kicked off his boots to the side, and unbuckled his suspenders, letting them fall to his waistline. As he headed over to his bed, he looked back to realise his door was still open. Hyde groaned and sighed, dragging his weight across the room to the door. Just as he was about to close the door, a stern voice was heard calling his name.
"Hyde."
It was Cabot, his arms crossed, leaning against the wall to Hyde's room.
"Yeah boss, what's up?" He raised his brow and lifted his lower eyelid.
"Hyde, have you by any chance seen Caira? I've not seen or heard from her in the past hour. I'd like to know where she is."
"Err..." Hyde stopped to think for a moment. "You put me on the spot boss, nah, I ain't seen her. I'll give you a shout if I come across 'er." He said, closing his door with but a crack to spot Cabot through.
"Alright. Oh- and Hyde?"
"Whaaaaat boss?" He stared at Cabot, his tone screamed "piss off" and his eye narrowed into a frown.
"Try to lay off bullying her. Caira, that is. I know you mean well, but some people take things the wrong way, you know?"
"Yeah. Whatever, sure." Hyde grunted and slammed the crack shut, shunting his head against the metal door and groaning. He returned to his bed, laying back in a relaxed position, his arms behind his head, one leg crossed over the other. A candle was lit atop his bedside drawer, crackling quietly, the sound of fire was pleasing to Hyde.
And then aside the quiet crackling of his lit candle, pencil against paper could be heard, scribbling.