Now
Connor walked from his kitchen into the living room. Sun was just beginning to break. He held a breakfast tray in one hand, and a lit cigarette in the other. He sat in front of the television and placed the tray on his lap. For some reason, he was feeling rather nostalgic today, but he pushed those thoughts aside as he delved into his breakfast, devouring the two rashers of bacon, the liberal helping of beans, the two sausages, and the slices of toast that accompanied it, which he washed down with a glass of orange juice. After finishing the well-cooked breakfast, he cleaned his almost immaculate face with the napkin, before taking his tray out and dumping it into a sink. He looked up at the skyline of London, knowing that he should go to work. He strolled from the kitchen and darted up the stairs, pulling off the white tank top he wore at night. He stared at the hole in the wall, which he had burned last night, having woken up from a nightmare. After a moment of thought, he decided to delegate it to his housekeeper. He quickly changed into his work suit, placing his Wildfire costume folded neatly into a large bag.
He began to leave his house, but stopped, outstretched an arm and let out a short, sharp, shrill whistle. A thin metal staff leaped from the side of the room and flew to his hand. He wrapped his hand around it and exited the house, jogging down the steps at the front of his house, tossing the bag holding his costume and the staff into the boot of the black Mercedes that waited on the driveway like a crouched panther, ready to spring. He slammed the boot shut, smoothed his suit down and circled around the car, getting into the driver's door, tossing the briefcase he held onto the passenger's seat. He sat there in silence for a moment, and then started the engine, driving through the streets of London, towards his workplace. A man running across the road directly in front of his car reminded him of someone, but he couldn't quite remember who. The man made him feel angry, and he had little idea as to why. After a short while, he reached the company building and parked the car, switched off the engine and sat there, breathing slowly.
Then
Connor darted across the grassy grounds of Windsor Castle. He was fairly tall, and fast. One of the fastest out of his siblings. A running joke was that he had super speed as well as pyrokinesis. He only laughed when this was said, but never disputed it. He passed Edward, who was lying upon the ground for some reason. "Eddy. Lunchtime. Come on, get up, get up, let's go slowcoach." He joked, running off..
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