Director's Origins

⚔︎Oh Mercy Me, Mercy My⚔︎

Not much sleep had happened that night between either one of the two young agents. Damian was far too annoyed and a little guilty. What Jones was doing to him wasn't right nor fair and to him, what she was doing to Conner was much worse.

It grated at his nerves the way she talked about him and what her twisted plans were with the kid.
Damian gritted his teeth the more he thought about it. About how he had to keep it all from Conner. After just that day with the fledgling, he could tell that they both hit it off really well and became fast friends.

That made Damian glad, he always had trouble making and keeping friends growing up and in the CIA it had only gotten worse. He was still pretty new himself however he was glad to finally have someone he could trust and confide in. He knew Conner was a good guy with although some anger issues, someone with a good heart.

Which made what Christina was wanting to do to him feel even worse. It kept Damian up for most of that night, he wanted to tell him to get him out of there as soon as he could. Yet he was also afraid to be kicked out and left in the streets again. All of it was overwhelming and getting to him.

As for Conner things weren't much different in the sleep situation. Keeping him up were a couple of things. He missed his family for one, he had no idea what he was even doing there anymore and almost wished he said no. On top of that, the questions still ran through his mind.

'Why him? Why was he so special? /What/ was so special about him?' Along with many more. Whenever he brought up the subject, no one would tell him. Not even Damian, he would tense up and feel uncomfortable. He knew something Conner didn't. That he quickly figured out, regardless he still trusted the guy. There wasn't any reason to not trust him, but there was something he wasn't telling him.

They still had only just met so there wasn't so much of an obligation per se. In time he was sure Damian would explain himself. Or so he hoped. He didn't want to lose a friend there in the CIA. He needed someone to trust and Damian fit the bill. Not to mention he needed him, Damian was level headed and calm and that influence was something Conner knew he needed with his overly temperamental self.

They weren't kidding when they said to wake up before the sun. Conner's phone literally read 4:15 am when the alarm went off in the hallway.

Slowly he rose to sit up and outstretched his arms with a big yawn. Hearing a knock on his door he groggily rolled out of his bed and onto his feet. Going over to the door and opening it to find Damian who then allowed himself right in once the door was open.

"Come in?"

Conner said followed by another yawn. Closing the door again and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Looking over to his new friend who was wearing a black sleeveless top with matching black shorts, and combat boots.

"Y'got something to wear for trainin' right?"

"I dunno, I didn't have time to unpack remember?"

"Right. Where are your clothes then?"

"Backpack."

Damian crossed over to find the pack on the floor. Unzipping it he poured everything on top of the bed and started scattering through as Conner came over beside him. There he picked out his red boxing shorts and a black t-shirt.

"Looks like they'll do. Okay, then seeya out there."

Damian patted Conner's shoulder and then went back out of the room to head down to the training room. Leaving Conner to get dressed and more importantly try his best to wake up.

He got himself dressed and put the rest of his clothes away in his dresser drawers. After that, he scoped out his wristband sweat-bands and pulled them on, and grabbed a chain his brothers got him. He used to wear it in the ring all the time so to him it kinda made sense, also to have some familiarity. Grabbing a comb he did his best to tame the bundle of thick curls he called hair and then was out the door.