Kai Whistler | Oliver Queen (greenhoodie) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-11-13 00:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | kai whistler, quinn mcfarlane |
WHO: Kai Whistler and OPEN!
WHAT: Kai is spiraling in typical Oliver Queen fashion which means he's being really violent.
WHERE: Harlem, NY
WHEN: Late Saturday night.
WARNINGS: Violence. Some angst.
There was a time where Kai was fun. He knew it was true, could remember hanging out with friends while they all laughed and partied it up. He even remembered a time where he could crack jokes with the best of them, and was even known as the class clown in his school. That was somebody he hadn't been in a long time, not since Oliver came and he started to feel like the whole world was on his shoulders alone to take care of. In the back of his head he was logical; he knew there were other heroes out there doing the good work, and eventually he had Peyton to pair up with. Having her around had started to ground him. It made him live as Kai Whistler just as much as he was living as the Green Arrow, something he still had a hard time balancing.
But then the virus came, and people started dying. His sister had gotten sick, and while Kai couldn't accept that she might die, because she couldn't die, eventually his family had gotten the call they'd been dreading. Her funeral had been held that week, a huge event that included family, friends, employees of his father's company, and anybody they wanted to make a good impression on. Kai had stood off by himself, away from the rest of his family, trying to avoid contact with other people who were determined to make conversation with him. That night he'd gone out in his suit and taken out at least half a dozen thugs. It helped to keep busy.
Oliver was nothing without a mission. Whether it was going through the names on the infamous list, taking down Malcolm, or going after Damien Darke, he always had something that was the driving force for his work. Now, Kai did too. It wasn't necessarily a good thing; he was sure that if he didn't happen to be the CEO's son he would have lost his job by now. He'd taken well more than the allowed three bereavement days, and many of them had been days where he hadn't even bothered to call in. He'd just crawled into bed at five AM after being awake all night taking his anger and frustration out on the city's thugs.
He knew that somehow Senator Scott was to blame for his sister's death. The problem was that he had no proof to tie him to it, and even less of a chance of getting to the man himself when he had an impossible security detail. So instead, Kai tried to find the little men that helped him accomplish it. A scientist here. A thug with info there. Tonight was a money man, a guy who'd been in charge of creating a shell company that poured money into research for the cure that had turned virus the first time the hell had been unleashed. Currently the man was hanging upside down, his one foot tangled in a zip line from one of Kai's arrows, the city streets looming ominously from several stories down.
"Give me names!" He boomed, voice distorted by the attachment in his hood. "Or you're kissing sidewalk. You have five seconds!"