recklessthings | ⚖ laurel lance

[The kid can't be old enough to drink. The police picked him up in the woods behind some aristocrat's palatial estate, filthy and covered in blood that isn't his. A body hasn't been found, but that doesn't mean there isn't a body to find. There's also the issue of how heavily-armed he was, strapped full of sticks and weapons like someone took a wrong turn out of the renaissance faire.

There are a lot of questions, but he hasn't said a word since the cops brought him in. So they've reached out to Laurel to grease the wheels a little. She seems to have a good track record with troubled vigilante types. Maybe she can get this one to confess to a murder.]

[Laurel swans in with the biggest Mom Friend Energy that Jeremy has likely ever seen. Because that's her lot in life. Still, Captain Lance wants an answer out of the kid, and as a defense attorney she might be able to garner a bit of trust.

There's a small smile as she moves to sit across from him, and the officers who have been waiting obediently leave. They know the drill, and she's scarier when you make her yell.]

My name is Dinah Laurel Lance, and I'm your court appointed attorney. Can you tell me your name?

[Mom Friend Energy is spectacularly close to Bossy Big Sister Energy. It's almost enough to make him homesick.

Homesickness isn't enough to get him to open up, though. He stays firmly in place, elbows against his knees in his slouch. His eyes follow her well enough to indicate that there's nothing wrong with his hearing or comprehension. He just doesn't see any value in communication.

He can give a name. He just chooses not to.]

Ahh, the silent treatment. My favorite.

[It's not. It just happens a lot when you're dealing with younger clients. She reaches into her folder to pull out his file so she could look through it.]

They're not charging you with anything as of yet. Walking while bloody is not a crime here in Star City. But they would like to know what happened. If there's someone else that needs help, we want to be able to help them.

[The way she puts it, it almost sounds like an offer for a reprieve. It would sound promising if this was anything like his sleepy small hometown. Bigger cities don't work the same way. No one person has enough power to keep things under wraps like Sheriff Forbes.]

Nobody needs help. Can I go?

Not my call. I'm your attorney, not your jailer.

[She's just saying.]

They still want a statement from you though. You give me that, I can twist their arm to get you out of here sooner rather than later.

[That really ought to be the same thing. Cities have a stupid way of going about these things.]

Animal attack. Didn't get a good look at what it was.

[That's all the statement anyone should need. He doesn't think the nest was there long enough for that to have lost credibility yet.]

Must have been a pretty big animal.

[She will take some notes though and not question that further. She knows that there's some weird wandering around the world, and for all this kid knows it was an animal.]

Are you okay? Do you need medical attention?

[She knows they looked him over for anything seriously dangerous, but she's asking all the same. You never know with Star City.]

Huge. Probably a weird bear or something.

[A harrowing account, though there's no level of edge or nervousness to his tone.]

I'm fine. They already checked me out. I just want to get my stuff back and go.

I will see what I can do about that.

[And she will, for what it's worth. But as she places her pen down, and looks up again, she's still not letting one thing go.]

Still need your name.

[She can ask for it, but he shuts back into his silence, fully unwilling to leave as much as an alias.]

[Well, can't say she didn't try. Someone knocks on the double-sided mirror and she sighs before gathering her file and getting to her feet.]

Sit tight. I'll see what I can do.

[His eyes flit to the mirror when they give a signal, and then he looks back to her again.]

Try to get them to wrap things up before dawn. They shouldn't be out there when the sun's up.

[She stops and turns away from the door before raising an eyebrow.]

And why's that?

Bear's probably tired from being up all night. Might cause problems if someone tries to corner it when it's trying to sleep.

Uh-huh.

[She's not sure what kind of sign that is, but she'll take it as a warning, and move to step out again.]

I'll be right back.

[And maybe go make some calls and see what they might actually be dealing with.]

[He shrugs and slouches back quietly. She seems like she's interested in genuinely helping, but she could be connected with the rest of them. What he needs is people he can't access right now.]

[There are a few phone calls, a couple run arounds, and five coded messages from the Legends later, Laurel returns to the room, waves off the cops and once she's fairly certain they're alone, she settles into the seat across from him.]

Ever heard of a guy named John Constantine?

[He considers the name for a long time. Constantine is a deliberate sounding name. Could easily be an alias or a name that's fallen out of use. It could just be that she's started getting close to something she was never meant to mess with.]

Can't say I have. You got someone asking about me?

I would need your name to know that.

[And he still hasn't given it. But that's not the point, and instead she leans in a little closer as though she's keeping the conversation between them.]

Anyway, Constantine is an expert in some more ... obscure animals, and he thinks that with what we were able to garner and what you told me, that there might still be a nest out there.

[He perks up more than he has earlier, attention gained. ]

Seems likely. Someone's been clearing out nests in the area. Herds are starting to migrate. Your friend knows these kinds of animals?

He does. And he's not available to help right now, but I could go with you if you need an extra set of hands.

[Because Laurel is no slouch and she can handle herself.]

But in order to do that, I need to get you out of here. And they won't let me finalize your witness statement without a name.

Wasn't asking for your help with that.

[But his eyes give a deliberate slide toward the mirror.]

But if you want to have more of a talk, we can have one if you can get more privacy than this. [He figures they're probably being recorded no matter how illegal it is.]

I wasn't really going to take no for an answer.

[Because vigilante, also Mom Friend, also stubborn.]

And as I said, you give me a name, and we can go for a milkshake.

[She doesn't even care if it's fake at this point. She's not asking him to tell the truth, she's just asking him to help her get around protocols.]

[It's going to have to be enough. But any name will create a record that he doesn't want to have. The only real option is to give out a name that'll be a deterrent to the people he's trying to shake.]

Elijah Mikaelson. Pretentious, I know. My parents didn't do me any favors there.


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Hello I'm way late but you said you wanted Laurel and I love her

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