ORPHAN > SAVIOR

The music. It’s always the loud m u s i c that seeps through Cassie’s ears and threatens to grasp at whatever sanity remains. HOWL was unexpectedly busy for a weekday, and despite the efforts she had placed in for her family, her patience seemed to wear thin. The neon lights danced around the room, her eyes blinking ever-so-often to adjust. Of course, the youngest Davenport sought to do whatever she could to help her family, including picking up shifts every now and then — but she had grown somewhat bored of the scene. As the person approached the bar, Cassie rolled her eyes without even looking up. “Whatever it is you want, we’re out of it.” Her tone being exactly the opposite of customer friendly.

( “Well, that’d be a damn shame - if I couldn’t see it clear as day on the bar at the back there.” ) Luís replied, pointing just over her shoulder at the bottle of Jack.

It was currently midnight when Rory went back to retrieve her laptop after realizing half way on her way to dinner that she had forgotten it behind. She was supposed to head out of town for the weekend right after and had all her other stuff in tow except for her MacBook. A friend suggested telling the Uber driver to turn back around, but Rory claimed it wasn’t a big deal to get it later. To her dismay, she arrived to an unlocked door. The huntress was sure she locked it before she left - or she’s pretty sure she did. Turning the light switch on only for the room to remain dark, the Rhodes grabbed the closest thing in proximity to her as a weapon at the sound of footsteps. “Who’s there?” 

( “Relax Rory, It’s me!” ) Luís emerged from the shadows, with his hands held aloft for her to see. There was a smile on his face as he took in the weapon she had chosen to defend herself. ( “A lamp, really? There’s a millennials ‘it’s lit’ joke floating around here somewhere but I just can’t put my finger on it!”)

People didn’t often find themselves this deep in the city streets; his streets, reserved for those with questionable morals and likely a short life expectancy; a death wish perhaps. The felons, drug seekers and those happy enough to manipulate the system and put the unthinkable into their hands. He’d lived in the shadows for so long that he’d learnt to become part of them, and for longer than he’d ever openly admit, the syndicate that filrated narcotics so deep within the city’s veins did so on his word.  So much so that it’d become all the easier to spot those that didn’t belong, “I know you’re about to tell me you made a wrong left somewhere.”

( “Not quite. Took a wrong right somewhere.” ) Luís obviously recognized the Davenport and though he knew their families weren’t always on the best of terms at the best of times - there was no harm in being friendly. After all, peace could never be found in a war without kindness. ( “I’m kidding, I’m not lost. Though I’ll take that as a warning to watch my back around here.” )

“I’ve had three people bail on me so far. I really need to stop training people who are only doing it for New Years Resolutions” Rayn sighed. “Why do they never seem to last?”

( “Not everyone’s got the will power or dedication - they all seem to think they’re going to see a change within one workout, it’s hard to keep motivated when you’re not seeing immediate effects...” )

It was late — or early. Elliot never knew which to call it. Past midnight, she corrected in her head. A head that wouldn’t quiet down enough for her to sleep. She’d already spent hours rearranging her entire home, each piece of furniture meticulously moved. Yet, it still wasn’t enough to exhaust her mind. So, she was at the movie theater – one of the few places open this time of night. Elliot wasn’t that fond of movies, but it was something to pass the time. However, despite being awake, she apparently wasn’t aware, as she bumped into someone while stepping back to look at what was showing next. “God. Sorry–”

Luís grabbed onto the girls arms as she bumped into him, just in case she happened to lose her balance. He quickly let go when he realized she was more or less steady on her own feet, and offered her a friendly smile. ( “No harm done, least not to me anyway. Are you okay?” )

( “They all have there positive and negative traits as anyone does.CJ and Jonah could do with cutting loose a little, and I’ll always bea little in awe of Julian about how he overcomes his… uh, disablity.” )

@cj-rhodes, @jonahrhodes & @julianxrhodes

( “I don’t really have the time for dating right now, nor wouldI say I’m really in the right mindset either, but I guess I’d be open to dating if someone came along at the right time.” )

( “I believe in God. I believe in fate and destiny. If that makes me superstitious in your eyes then sure, I guess I am.” )

( “I don’t really believe I’ve done anything in my past that mightpreset a problem, I’m not saying I’ve never done anything thathasn’t been regrettable, but I don’t fear the conscequencescoming back to bite me in the ass now either.” )

( “There would be more laws. Much like human society, if you do something wrong you pay the price, i you  break the law pay theconsequences. No one should be left thinking they’re allowed todo whatever they what.” )

YOU ARE THE WORST!! 

In order I think maybe, omg... uh 

Julian, Aurora, Annabelle, Luís, Calypso, then Jonah and CJ pull up the rear going out together in a blaze of bloody glory. As for who would have the greatest impact, maybe Julian or CJ. He looks up to CJ so much, and Julian is his best friend they literally grew up together. 

PS

( “I don’t think any of us are lazy in particular. We all have the driveand motivation to do things when they need doing. We all like to keep busy too.” )

Rory’s world was spinning ten thousand times faster than she could even bear to keep up with. Every time she resurfaced to take a breath, a new wave came crashing in with increasing force, re-submerging her deeper and deeper. The newest one was the arrival of the Ouroboros who revealed to be behind all the torment the supernatural community has endured including the death of Oliver and the kidnapping of her mother. Still not knowing much and getting very little information from her siblings, Rory hadn’t felt so alone since the death of her biological parents. 

So after pacing around her apartment for who knows how long, and several glasses of wine later, she found herself in front of her brother and father’s gravestones. It was 1:30 AM but that didn’t stop the Rhodes from speaking her mind. “I don’t know what to do anymore,” she sighed wrapping her arms around herself, “part of me wants to get out of this city, but another part is telling me to stay here and get ready for what’s coming.” Because something was always coming. “I’m scared,” she barely muttered the last words when she heard the crunch of leaves behind her. Reaching for her knife in her jacket, she turned and when she saw the familiar face, refocused her gaze on the headstones before her. “What do you want?” 

He hadn’t  intentionally been out  to follow Rory that night,  but he’d seen her leave her  apartment early  in the morning and curiosity  had got the better of him.  The graveyard  had been  the last  place he’d  expected her  to go,  but  after seeing  where she  ended up -  he should  have known.  He didn’t mean  to interrupt, didn’t want her to think he was snooping, but he’d not really been in hunter mode and ultimately off his game. ( “Just checking in. Sorry, I didn’t mean to... intrude. I can leave if you wanna be alone.” )

Utterly defeated. That was how she felt upon returning to New York. She had failed her mother – failed her family and all those who felt threatened by the Ouroboro. Having left with the mission to find out more about the enemy, she had returned empty handed. And instead of returning home to face defeat, she did it in a bar, with a shot glass in front of her and a glass of wine. Her fingers felt the cool touch of the shot glass, having held it for the past few minutes. It was only when she made eye contact with someone across the room did she lift her drink, silently inviting them to join her. 

Luís knew that his  siblings would not approve of  him tracking them,  of keeping track of them,  but after their mother had gone missing he could not bare the thought of losing another family member.  Phones were the easiest way to locate them if he needed to, and after watching Cal leave town for a  bit he  was relieved  to see her back  in the city.  Walking into  the bar he’d   tracked her to, and located  her in  the corner.  ( “Good to see you back safe. How was your trip?” )