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Post by Alistair Holmes on May 6, 2015 6:49:37 GMT -6
Alistair had never been a man who was easily rattled. His natural demeanor was that of a calm and calculated individual, an aspect of his personality that was only further enhanced when he began his defensive training. Remaining in control of your emotions, regardless of the circumstances, was perhaps the most valued trait in his line of work, bar loyalty to those under your protection; Losing control or allowing personal views or feelings to blindsight the work at hand generally resulted in messy situations. That being said, Alistair would be a lier if he didn't admit that when dire events directly involved Drew or Evelyn, he on occasion would have to battle to keep his emotions in check... But that was understandable considering the deep bond he shared with the twins. Alistair wouldn't have chosen to risk his life for simply anyone.
Events here though were still very much under control in Alistair's view. The man had been in a number of heated situations, some that required him to cross that barrier into using his physical skills in order to settle it, and this had been one that had been handled thankfully quickly and with as little fuss as one could expect from a physical confrontation in front of a club. The more important factor right now was Erika, which was his curent immediate concern; Her, and Drew's emotional state.
The bodyguard helped get the unconscious female into the back of the car, remaining close but giving Drew enough space to check her over; Alistair's eyeline darted over Erika's form, noting her breathing, the steady rate at which her lungs rose and fell; She didn't appear to be distressed, wasn't convulsing or sweating excessively... She almost looked peaceful. He shifted his gaze to Drew, locking eyeline with him as the young man began to question him. Alistair picked up on the tremor to his friend's voice instantly, despite how calm his demenor was. He placed his forearm just above the car's window, leaning against it as he peered in to further monitor the female's state. "She's out," He spoke with calm resolution. "She ain't distressed, which means what she took was likely rohypnol. She's ganna feel like she got hit by a truck, but she'll be alright. But it might be best to have her checked over." Alistair was fairly certain in his quick analysis, but he wasn't a medical expert. Alistair then snapped his gaze back to Drew upon the sound of his name being spoken.
Alistair knew that tone. The cold resolution Drew brought into his voice was an eerie thing to hear to those who could not see the quiver of emotion that lay behind it. Alistair had known the Conner twins for the majority of his life, and had bonded to them on a level almost unmatched to anyone else he'd known. He didn't need to analyse or question Drew's sharp change in demenour, seeing naturally beyond the masquerade as though the mask wasn't even there. Drew was struggling to keep his emotions in check, and his almost emotionless shift was a defensive mechanism, to prevent him from descending into a natural frantic panic. Seeing his friend in such clear silent distress caused Alistair's expression to soften slightly, the concern evident in his eyes although to perhaps glance at him, to many, he would appear almost unchanged. "Drew-" He began, moving his arm away from the window only to have the young man take hold of the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him closer and issuing a low, cold, snarled order.
In business, showing your play was a fool's game, a notion the Conners carried through into their general lives; They were not easily shaken... So seeing the level of emotional distress that had been inflicted upon his friend due to that piece of shit's actions... Well. It flared even Alistair's anger.
Alistair reached out a hand, placing it on his charge's shoulder, steadying the slight quiver as the male Conner twin fought to keep a steady hand on his emotions. "Give me 24 hours," Alistair answered, his tone as resilient as the young man before him. "And I'll have him too afraid to step outta his front door." He glanced over towards the small crowd, where the man was now up on his feet and dismissing those that were trying to offer aid. He then looked back to Drew. "... I'll drive. You need to get into the back of the car... Miss.Bellefonte needs you right now."
Events here though were still very much under control in Alistair's view. The man had been in a number of heated situations, some that required him to cross that barrier into using his physical skills in order to settle it, and this had been one that had been handled thankfully quickly and with as little fuss as one could expect from a physical confrontation in front of a club. The more important factor right now was Erika, which was his curent immediate concern; Her, and Drew's emotional state.
The bodyguard helped get the unconscious female into the back of the car, remaining close but giving Drew enough space to check her over; Alistair's eyeline darted over Erika's form, noting her breathing, the steady rate at which her lungs rose and fell; She didn't appear to be distressed, wasn't convulsing or sweating excessively... She almost looked peaceful. He shifted his gaze to Drew, locking eyeline with him as the young man began to question him. Alistair picked up on the tremor to his friend's voice instantly, despite how calm his demenor was. He placed his forearm just above the car's window, leaning against it as he peered in to further monitor the female's state. "She's out," He spoke with calm resolution. "She ain't distressed, which means what she took was likely rohypnol. She's ganna feel like she got hit by a truck, but she'll be alright. But it might be best to have her checked over." Alistair was fairly certain in his quick analysis, but he wasn't a medical expert. Alistair then snapped his gaze back to Drew upon the sound of his name being spoken.
Alistair knew that tone. The cold resolution Drew brought into his voice was an eerie thing to hear to those who could not see the quiver of emotion that lay behind it. Alistair had known the Conner twins for the majority of his life, and had bonded to them on a level almost unmatched to anyone else he'd known. He didn't need to analyse or question Drew's sharp change in demenour, seeing naturally beyond the masquerade as though the mask wasn't even there. Drew was struggling to keep his emotions in check, and his almost emotionless shift was a defensive mechanism, to prevent him from descending into a natural frantic panic. Seeing his friend in such clear silent distress caused Alistair's expression to soften slightly, the concern evident in his eyes although to perhaps glance at him, to many, he would appear almost unchanged. "Drew-" He began, moving his arm away from the window only to have the young man take hold of the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him closer and issuing a low, cold, snarled order.
In business, showing your play was a fool's game, a notion the Conners carried through into their general lives; They were not easily shaken... So seeing the level of emotional distress that had been inflicted upon his friend due to that piece of shit's actions... Well. It flared even Alistair's anger.
Alistair reached out a hand, placing it on his charge's shoulder, steadying the slight quiver as the male Conner twin fought to keep a steady hand on his emotions. "Give me 24 hours," Alistair answered, his tone as resilient as the young man before him. "And I'll have him too afraid to step outta his front door." He glanced over towards the small crowd, where the man was now up on his feet and dismissing those that were trying to offer aid. He then looked back to Drew. "... I'll drive. You need to get into the back of the car... Miss.Bellefonte needs you right now."
