Director's Origins

⚔︎❝But they love you❞⚔︎

Pushing out a yawn and outstretching his arms forward. It was the day where Conner had to go with Jones and meet the Executives of the CIA. He had been dreading it and ever since the events of the previous week, he just wasn't in the best mindset at all. Everything of that day had been haunting him and he hardly got any sleep since then.

He managed to fall asleep for a little bit, only to wake back up at the early hour of six in the morning. By then he was used to waking up much earlier, yet again his sleep was disturbed so it felt much harder. As if there was a large weight bearing down on him. Figuratively there had been for a little over a year but now it felt literal.

Rubbing at his eyes, he pulled off the covers and slowly pushed himself onto his feet. Going over to his wardrobe he looked in and found nothing at all really that seemed appropriate. He wasn't at all someone who was 'fancy' or put together. Rolling his eyes he walked out of his room and up the hall and over to Damian's room.

Letting himself in, he knew he was off in training. So he went over to his wardrobe and opened the doors. Looking around he picked out a nice pair of dark pants and a button-down sleeved shirt. He quickly pulled on the pants and threw on the shirt. Buttoning it up and folding the sleeves up, fastening them at his forearms.

After he was dressed he crossed back over to his own room. Grabbing his comb and trying to work at his curls in the bathroom. Stopping to stare at his reflection in the mirror. He simply looked exhausted, dark circled puffy eyes, from the lack of sleep and crying.

Shaking his head he continued on doing his best at his thick curls to look somewhat presentable. After that, he splashed some water on his face and patted it dry. Gruffly sighing and coughing. Conner then moved over to his room to grab his shoes, selecting his good boots and sliding them on his feet.

Kneeling over and tying the laces tightly. Finally, he stood back up and brushed off everything.

Walking over to his door he nearly stumbled forward. Quickly grabbing the wall to catch his balance, and placing his opposite hand on his eyes. Squinting his eyes shut he breathed longly and pushed himself back up to his feet.

Dropping his hands he went over to handle and used it to help his balance. Using it to pull him out of the room and out to the hallway. Moving down the hall he made his way to the training room. Pausing a moment and glancing inside, scanning the room until he found Damian.

He stopped what he was doing and looked over to Conner, seeing him look as if he was about to fall over. He jogged over to where he was, noticing he had stolen and put on his clothes. But, quickly let that leave his mind. He went over and placed his hands on Conner's shoulders to help steady him. He stayed still and examined him a moment, but then turned around as he was being called.

Sighing out he said he was sorry and wished he could come with him. He removed his arms and went off again. Shaking his head Conner turned back and continued to the elevators. Going down to the ground floor, where he was to meet Jones.

He nearly stumbled again in the elevator and still tried his best to shake everything off. Soon the ding went off and Conner stepped out of the lift and went over to the main desk.

Scanning his ID card and waited for Jones. He closed his eyes for just a moment but quickly snapped them back open as he felt himself begin to fall backward. As he regained alertness he looked over and spotted Jones. Shaking it all off he walked over to where she was.
Once again she looked well put together in a blazer and matching skirt. Hair up this time and having on eyeglasses.

"There he is! I'm so excited for everyone to finally meet you. Come along."

Conner went into autopilot and absentmindedly obeyed. Nodding and following her out of the main base. Crossing through the large open-spaced yard, and down to the subway trains.