Christian Davies

“Oh I dunno Chris,” she shrugged. “I serve drinks for a living. Not sure how well I’ll do with frisbee throwing.”

“Well let’s find out. What’s the worst that can happen? It’s a frisbee, not a dagger that you’re throwing at me.” Christian pointed out with a chuckle, wiggling his fingers again. “Don’t miss out on things because you are worried about messing up.”

“Hey... shhhh... look.” Christian was potentially a little rougher than he’d intended as he slammed a hand to Marcus’ chest to stop him in his tracks. He pointed in the direction of the trees where there was at first rustling and then the creature could be seen.”

“Come on... Let’s get you up. You know you’ll enjoy it.” Christian encouraged as he held a hand out to the woman. 

“Not if you were friends with them though,” April said, “But from your reply I’m guessing you don’t have friends with aerokinesis.”

Not particularly. Or at least not on hand right at this moment in time.” He motioned around them. “But then i’m pretty hardy so other than being a little on the damp side, I’ll survive.”

“Oh, right. Sure,” Jack said, “It’s in the the room next door, thank god,” If it had been in this mess, it might have been broken, “Please, yes. I need one. We can get the thing for the institute on the way out.”

“Do you need a hand in clearing up in here. Either before of after we have gone out for a little while.” Christian asked as he noted the state of the room they were stood in. 

“You could always find someone with aerokinesis or like heat powers to try you off,” April suggested with a slight laugh.

“And that wouldn’t be at all strange to go around asking people.” Christian answered with a raised eyebrow though he did chuckle. “But you do think outside the box I suppose.”

“My day isn’t gonna get any better, you might as well come in,” Jack said, “What do you need?”

“I got told you had something for the institute that I could pick up when I was over here.” Christian explained. “But it sounds like it can wait. Do you want to get a drink or something?”

“Sometimes I quite like the rain but not when it’s like that.”

“I’ve got too much to do today to have to stop and change. I don’t particularly want to be damp all day.” Christian admitted which is the way it would have ended up if they hadn’t gotten inside fast enough.

April nodded and followed, trying to cover her head with her hands with very little success. She moved inside the building and moved the hair from her face, “Thank you.”

Christian gave a shake of his head, water flicking off before he pushed it back. “It’s not a problem. Neither of us really wanted to be stuck out there longer than we had to be I don’t think.”

“In between floors?” she swallowed back a lump in her throat. Celeste was really trying her best to keep herself together. “How long does it take for the professionals to get here?”

Christian could almost hear the hesitation in the woman’s voice. “Hey...” He murmured softly, turning to look at her and offering a small smile. “It’s going to be alright. I don’t know how long it’ll take but I’m sure we can find a way to pass the time. Come on.” Moving to sit on the ground of the elevator, he patted a spot next to him. “If you don’t want to sit on the floor I’ll give you my jacket.” He offered. 

“Gym? There’s a gym near here?” April asked, but ran to where he was motioning nonetheless 

“Just come with me.” Christian answered, it was too wet to be spending so much time talking right now. A building came into view not far ahead and he led the girl to it, ducking inside the doors. 

“Wait– what just happened?” she blinked, taking a moment to process that this was reality. Celeste had seen it happen in movies or shows, but being stuck in an elevator in real life? This had to be a joke. “Can you get it working again?” Celeste asked the man she recognized from her first day at Grove Harbour, doing her best to keep herself composed.

“I’m not a lift technician I’m afraid but if we stopped on a floor we should be fine...” If they answer, explain to them the situation.” Christian instructed calmly as he moved to the elevator doors. Getting his fingers between the metal, he began to pry them open. Unfortunately what met him was the sight of  and stone. “Ah.. it stopped in between floors so we really are going to have to wait for the professionals.”

“Come on!” Christian called, motioning for the girl to follow him as the rain began to pour down harder. It was already plastering his hair to his head and dripping off his nose. “We can probably make it to the gym.”

“Are you okay?” Were the first words that came from Christian as the elevator unexpectedly came to a stand still. There were only two of them in it thankfully; himself and the woman he’d met previously; Celeste. One hand reached out to try the buttons but to no avail so he instead switched to holding down the alarm, waiting for a response from the other end.

“Interesting. I guess sometimes we find a home elsewhere,” she mused thoughtfully. Celeste was Upper East Side born and raised. But there were many people who had moved away from their hometowns and found lives they preferred. She just didn’t stop and consider it often. “I mean I have his number, but he hasn’t been picking up. He’s going to regret that the second I do run into him. I’ll give him hell,” Celeste added with a light chuckle. She was partially joking, but she’d certainly make it clear to her brother that she was upset about being stood up with all her luggage.

“I appreciate that, thank you,” Celeste replied politely. She watched, impressed, as he picked up all her luggage without struggle. She reached for one she could roll along so he wouldn’t have to deal with every bag. “You think?” she laughed back, knowing very she could be excessive with her overpacking. At the man’s following words she smiled, taking those words into consideration. The man certainly had a lot more going on underneath is surface and she could appreciate that about him. As well as his impressive physical build. “Well, I guess I can’t argue with that,” she nodded. “So, may I ask who looks after you?”

“Maybe that’s why he’s decided not to pick up.” Christian spoke, laughing softly because he got the impression that the woman could be a force to be reckoned with if crossed. He actually felt a little bit of sympathy for her brother in that moment. 

Ah soft ‘ah’ and a little smile caught on Christian’s lips when the woman practically caught him up in his own words, because honestly, he didn’t really rely on others to look after him so therefore he was failing his own words. “I have friends around who I know I can turn to if I need support.” It wasn’t a lie but he rarely sought out others help, dealing with things on his own. It was a tactic he’d always grown up with. 

“Very funny, Davies,” Sage replied, nudging him playfully, “But thank you.”

“Where did you go though?” Christian asked after a moment. “Somewhere fun or did something pull you away?”