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[b][h1][color=lime]Kallian Queen[/color][/h1][/b]
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[color=lime][h3]-Daughter of The Green Arrow and Cheshire-[/h3][/color]
[b][h2]Featuring - Oliver Queen[/h2][/b]
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[h3]-The Green Arrow-[/h3]
Interacting with: Each other, Evelina Lance-Vince ([@Caits]).
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Out of the frying pan and into the fire. It was just trading one prison for another. Six months with no cel phone, no internet, no shopping or friends… Kallian was pretty sure she was about to go crazy. But no… rehab was all about developing; about fixing things within yourself, detoxing and becoming a better person.

Pfft. She was already a better person. A much better person than she was just a few years ago when she was nothing more than a big, doe-eyed daddy’s girl who did as she was told. God she was naive. Her father blamed High School. Kallian blamed the lifestyle she was born into. More specifically… she blamed the paparazzi. They wanted a bad girl, so she gave them one, much to her father’s chagrin.

But hey… he wasn’t really one to talk. He had kept a secret from her as well. He was the mother-freaking Green Arrow! Defender of Star City! A city she lived her entire life… and never knew it’s deepest secret despite living with the green-clad hero himself. When had her life become so… flipped? She had a lot of time to think about it (what was she supposed to do in her down-time? Knit? Socialize with drug addicts? Please...), and she still couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment everything seemed to change.

All she knew was that when her father picked her up from rehab in one of his fancy-schmancy limos ([i]now[/i] who was attracting unwanted attention?), Oliver didn’t even waste a breath on her time in rehab or the conditions that brought him to put her there in the first place, and instead directed his focus to telling her about the Academy.

[b]"I think it will be good for you.”[/b]

[color=lime]"Mhhm…”[/color] Kallian, resting her chin on her hand while her arm rested on the leather armrest, made a point to stare out of the window as the scenery passed them by to God only knew where, making a point to keep from looking at her father where he sat across the way.

[b]"There will be plenty to do for you to keep you occupied. It will be just like school. You’ll have classes, friends, homework…”[/b] He paused, watching his daughter who had been gone from him six entire months… and she didn’t even so much as smile at him when he came to pick her up. He sighed, kneading his suited knee with his fingertips and tapping the toe of his dress shoe on the limo floor. [b]"They’ll teach you how to fight.”[/b]

Kallian hesitated before turning her head to look over at her father. He had that look again. He was nervous… unsure… scared, even… which meant that he was telling the truth.

[color=lime]"So what’s changed, then? That’s what I wanted in the first place, remember? I wanted [i]you[/i] to teach me!”[/color] Kallian snapped.

[b]"I know. And I wasn’t ready. I’m still not. But there’s a handful of teachers there that will. They are specialized in this sort of thing. And this treaty… it will keep you safe. So just keep an open mind, and you call me if you ever feel uncomfortable about something, okay?”[/b]

Kallian was ready to snap a comment about how he had taken her phone away before dumping her off at rehab before Oliver held up a hand, signaling for her to wait while his opposite hand reached into the breast pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a phone.

Phone wasn’t even the right word to describe it. It was a fossil. Did they even make phones like that anymore?

[b]"I know it’s not your phone-”[/b]

[color=lime]"Dad that thing is ancient!”[/color] Kallian reached over and snatched it out of his hand, flipping open the… lid, was it? Her eyes scanned the ancient piece of technology before locating the power button and turned it on. Razor? Whatever. It was a phone.

[b]"You can have your old phone back when you can prove to me that you can handle it. But for now… no internet access, no texting, no messaging, no pictures or phone calls in or out unless it’s my number. I’ve had Felicity block those features so I can make sure-”[/b]

[color=lime]"I just texted Eve. Do you think she’ll be at this school? I mean… her mom being the Black Canary, and all?”[/color] Kallian asked, innocently. Oliver gave her a questioning look. There was no way that she could have…

[color=lime]"Hangouts. It comes installed on almost every phone, ever. And it was just disabled through the application settings. All I had to do was turn it on and search Eve’s name... Just saying.”[/color]

Oliver sighed and reached forward, taking the phone back despite Kallian’s protests before she eventually gave up.

[color=lime]"Piece of junk, anyway. Doesn’t have emojis.”[/color] She sunk back in her seat and folded her thin arms over her chest.

[b]"Kallie… I’m being serious. No funny stuff, do you hear me? I need to be able to trust you again. I can’t keep an eye on you [i]all the time[/i]. I have a city to run.”[/b]

[color=lime]"Yeah… cuz that’s [i]sooooo[/i] much more important to you…”[/color] Kallian spat, snorting her distaste on the subject - a conversation the two of them had all too often.

Oliver opened his mouth to retort, but the limo slowed and Kallian could see that they had arrived. She quickly threw open the door and hopped out.

[b]"Kallian…”[/b] Oliver followed suit, coming around the other side of the limo just as she turned around to face him, albeit already a few feet away. [b]”Don’t give me a reason…”[/b] he warned before he tossed her back the phone. Kallian caught it and gave it a quick look over. It seemed that he had played with the software a bit… but she would figure that out later.

She couldn’t help it. The half smile that had been building since she had initially seen her father for the first time in six months finally broke the surface. She looked up from her phone, let the smile take over, and rushed over to her father before throwing her arms around him in a tight hug and rested the side of her head against his sternum.

[color=lime]"I love you, daddy.”[/color]

Oliver returned her affection, stooping his neck low enough to nuzzle the top of her head with his cheek.

[b]"I love you too, my little spitfire.”[/b]

Pulling away before either one of them had a moment to start getting emotional, she gave her father one last look before she turned to head towards the school, castle thing.

[b]"What about your things?”[/b] Oliver called after her.

[color=lime]"Just send it up!”[/color]