Laurel Lance, Matt Murdock, Open to others possibly?
Waking up in a strange city, in an apartment she’d never seen or been before, but that was somehow all hers, still seemed completely unreal and dreamlike. Despite wandering the city for a few days, finding out food was a mere thought and money came just as easily as sneezing, Laurel felt as surprised and shocked as the first day she’d opened her eyes and found herself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. The city looked like what a city should look like: tall buildings dominated much of the skyline and streets, bright lights from the nearest restaurant beckoned one in for a meal, and the streets were complete with the last essential ingredient, people. There were not many, but she’d caught a glimpse of a few on her wanderings about city. She’d also come across newspaper stands and after merely thinking of the total amount of money she wanted, she had one in her hand, but flipping through only provided more questions than answers. This city was far from normal, but some of the things the city reported on, a good majority actually, were pretty normal things. They were things she’d see in a Starling City paper except for the obvious lack of Arrow stories and headlines. Plus, a lot of the figures, the names, were unfamiliar. Wherever she was, she so far was the only resident from Starling City. Then again, any of the people she knew best would not being staying so easily out of the lime light; every single one of them made waves in one way or another.
At least Oliver was back now and she knew that together with Roy, Diggle, and Felicity that they would be more than capable of handling any trouble in Starling City. They were the ones that started the entire crusade; Laurel had been the relatively "newbie" to the team and she'd only stepped up to keep the city criminals somewhat wary while Oliver was gone. She'd never believed her ex-boyfriend dead, not in a million years. He'd survived five years, marooned on a island with the name of "Purgatory" in Chinese. His body told the story of struggle, of torture, and worse from that period of time. Ra was powerful, but Oliver was always more resilient. His reasons for fighting always more pure; she could not doubt he'd been victorious. Yet his delayed return made her question her simple logical, her supposed obvious conclusion even when everyone else lacked such confidence. Something happened. The blond stained sword spoke volumes even if Oliver had remained stubbornly silent on the topic so far. While the others had believed the Arrow gone for good, she'd never ever doubted his return for a second. Laurel knew pushing Oliver on the subject was pointless. He'd definitely lock himself up tight. She'd have to wait, like all of them, until he confirmed what she prayed wasn't true. Because it was technically, for all purposes, impossible, wasn't it? She took another sip of her overpriced coffee and pushed the thought firmly away. He was alive and he was back. The city would be okay even if fighting for it had only been the partial reason Laurel had donned the Canary outfit in the first place. The rest all had to do with her sister's murder.
Flipping through the business section and then to job offerings, Laurel found herself skimming the entries, mostly out of curiosity instead of necessity. Obviously, if you could think you needed money and than just have that amount, jobs were far from needed for living and surviving here. However, Laurel had never been the type to live off hand outs, even if she had absolutely no idea where they were coming from. If she was capable of working, she wanted to work. Besides, alone in her apartment all day, she was bound to start going a little insane or stir crazy at the most. It was also provide a source of interaction and Laurel knew from experience that people were a way better fountain of information than anything typed in black and white. Even if there was no one from Starling City present, this couldn’t have just happened to her. Other people from other places must have come here too, right? It made sense seeing as so far she was the only one from there, but she’d spotted others here. Her gaze paused on an entry, one looking for a lawyer, a rare find amongst the odd jobs listed and a lucky one too. Hell’s Kitchen? She frowned and looked up, but nothing looked remotely comparable to the Manhattan or New York besides basic, general similarities. Yet, there was Hell’s Kitchen, present and accounted for apparently and the law firm was located within it. Carefully, Laurel tore the ad from the paper and tucked it into her pocket.
The issue of lacking credentials and an actual, physical law degree were definite negatives, but she had a feeling this place was more not all too keen about where you came from. It was all about the now. Springing for new business attire with money that was obviously not hers, Laurel used the GPS application on her phone to track down the address amongst the strange, seemingly shifting city. It did help that there was a sign in the window, referencing what the ad had requested: A lawyer. Without pressing her nose up against the glass, Laurel attempted a peek inside, but found nothing very forthcoming about what this office consisted of. Taking her case in her other hand, the brunette, blond highlights bouncing on her shoulders, pulled opened the door to the office and stepped inside. The appearance of the firm definitely put the place in Laurel's favor. It was clean, neat, and there was an older woman sat up at the reception desk. Laurel walked over to the desk and offered a smile. "Hi, I'm here to apply for that open lawyer position here." Lacking proof of her actual experience as a lawyer, but whatever.