“Hey guys, great news! You know that blind date thing?”
“Yeah, that sounds about right fer ya’. Have fun I guess.”
“Well, you guys might be interested to know that I dropped all of our names in!”
“Cait. Please tell me you aren’t serious.”
“Ya’ can’t make me go. I refuse.”
“Come on, you gotta admit, it wouldn’t kill us to meet new people. Even if the dates don’t work out, it could be nice to just expand our friend group.”
“Ya’ better’ve at least put down that I’m only into girls. If I’m goin’ on a date, it ain’t gonna be with a dude.”
“Oh don’t worry, I triple checked to make sure everything was looking good!”
“I can already tell I’m gonna hate this.”
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The Passing of Fortune
Streets of Vacuo, 20 years prior to the Fall of Beacon:
This was almost certainly the most difficult moment of Boone Bailey's life. Just a week prior he was on top of the world. Finally a big shot Huntsman with a beautiful woman at his side and a baby on the way.
Lady Luck sure picked a hell of a time to collect her due, huh?
Losing Nelly had broken something in him, something he didn't know could be broken until now. He was trying his hardest to hold on, for his daughter's sake, but as many monsters as he'd slain, this was something he didn't have the strength for. Not without Nelly. Not now.
He made sure the girl was bundled up tight. Maybe it was a cliche, but the basket he carried her in happened to be the most comfortable thing on hand. She was sound asleep. Probably the most asleep she'd been since she was born. That was good, it'd make this a hell of a lot easier.
He stopped in front of the orphanage. The streets were completely dead, not even so much as a rat scurrying about. Made sense with how late it was. The only witness to his deed would be the shattered moon. Tenderly, he placed the basket down, taking one last opportunity to look at the girl.
"I'm sorry baby," he whispered, knowing fully well that the child wouldn't know what he was saying even if she were awake to hear it. No, this was for him. "I really wish it didn't have to be like this. Hell, this is the hardest thing I've ever done. I know this ain't the best place to grow up, but it'll be better than stickin' around with me. I'd probably end up bein' the shittiest dad around without your mama."
Kneeling next to the basket, he simply watched her for a few moments. She was so peaceful, completely unaware of what was occurring. The sweet, unburdened innocence he was letting slip away from him. It wasn't too late to change his mind, but he knew he couldn't do that to the poor girl. She at least deserved the chance at a better life than he could provide. Wearily, he forced a smile.
"You have her eyes, you know that?" It was a sappy line, and he felt his eyes watering a bit as it came out. The Huntsman raised a hand to wipe at the tears behind his shades. "I got a feelin' you're gonna be just like her one day. Got my word on that one. At the very least, I know wherever you end up, you'll do her proud. Do us both proud. I just hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me one day."
He leaned down to kiss the baby on the forehead, gently, so as to not disturb her slumber. After which, he slipped the note into the basket with her. Already written up, just a simple message to the staff, and gift for his little girl. Then he stood, taking another look down at his daughter. Was this really the best he could offer, just passing her along to someone else? Honestly, in that moment, Boone wasn't sure. All he knew was the best didn't lie with him.
"Take care of yourself, baby. And please, don't be too hard on your new folks. Whoever they end up bein', I'm sure they're gonna love you as much as I do."
With that final goodbye, he turned to take his leave. He made it a few blocks away when he heard the sound of crying carry out over the streets. Glancing back, he saw a window in the orphanage light up. Once again, he forced a smile, sniffing as he tried to hold back the tears.
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Shade Academy, Team DAWN dorm room, 3 years prior to the Fall of Beacon:
Caitlyn Nash lay on her bed, absentmindedly turning over the black poker chip in her hand. Her life had changed so much in the past few days, and her acceptance to Shade had given her little time to process the new information she'd been given just before her departure from the orphanage she'd called home these past seventeen years.
"Are you going to stare at that thing all day, or are you going to unpack?" her teammate interrupted. Alecto, that was her name right? Honestly, Caitlyn was pretty bad with names, and having only met these people yesterday hadn't made learning them any easier.
"Unpack?" Caitlyn sat up, looking over at the other girl. Uh-oh, she looked annoyed.
"Yeah, Jet, Willa, and I already finished up. You know, over the last couple hours. The others went down to get some food. They left me behind to snap you out of... whatever it was you were doing."
"Oh, shoot, has it really been that long?" She took a look around and sure enough, the other two were nowhere to be found, and it seemed like several personal effects now adorned the room. Whoops.
"Er, sorry about that. I mean, I guess I'm pretty much done unpacking anyway at least?"
"Really?" Alecto interrogated. "What, do you only have one outfit or something?"
"Um, two actually." Her eyes fell, a little embarrassed at the admission. Unconsciously, her gaze drifted back to the chip. Clearly this was something her teammate had picked up on.
"What exactly is that thing anyway, a poker chip? You don't really seem like the gambling type. Is there some kind of deal with it? You haven't stopped staring at it since we got here."
"It's-," she hesitated. How exactly was she supposed to talk about this? Honestly, she was a pretty bad liar. It was probably best to just get it out there. They'd be spending the next four years together after all, it wouldn't hurt to get to know each other, right?"
"It's a gift from my parents. One of the only things they gave me."
"A poker chip? That's got to be one of the worst birthday presents I can think of."
"No, it's not like that," Caitlyn continued, laying back down and facing the ceiling. "I grew up in an orphanage. Lived my whole life there, never met my parents. None of the caretakers knew them either, said they found me on the doorstep one night. But, that wasn't the whole story. Apparently, there was a note too. All it said was to give me this chip on the day I left. That day was when I left for Shade."
"Oh..." Alecto let the word trail off. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize."
"It's fine, it's not like I'm mad or anything. It's just kinda my life, you know?"
"I guess. Still, seventeen years without getting adopted, that had to be hard." She sat on the bed next to Caitlyn. "Well hey, you have us now. I'm sure I speak for the whole team when I say we have your back."
"Oh! Um, thanks Alecto, I really appreciate it. And, listen, I know I was kinda distracted today, but I promise it's not gonna get in the way of me being a team player too."
"Hey, don't mention it, kid. Now, why don't we catch up with the others? I could use a bite myself."
"That's a good idea. Like, a really good idea." She hopped out of bed, making a beeline for the door.
"Race ya' there!" she called back before bolting down the hall, any sense of melancholy completely discarded.
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