New Earth Headquarters Task 001: Saraâs Winter Holidaze
Did your character have any special traditions that take place during the holiday season? Sara was actually born on Christmas so itâs a huge deal for her and her family. They always get together for the holiday.
Did they celebrate any holidays? If so, what did they celebrate? And how? If not, was there a reason for it? She celebrates her birthday, Christmas and New Yearâs during this holiday season.
What is your characterâs favorite winter activity? Why? Making gingerbread houses. When she was a little girl, she and her sister would have competitions, which Laurel almost always won. Sara would end up picking the candies off as the days went by.
What is your characterâs most stand-out winter/holiday memory? Building snowmen with her family during a very white Christmas.
How does your character feel about snow? She loves snow. She was born while it was snowing out so she kind of has to love it by default.
Has your character ever kissed someone under the mistletoe? Yes.
Has your character ever had a midnight New Years Kiss? If so, tell us about it. If not, is it something they hope for someday, or do they really not care? Yes, Sara was in college and at a New Yearâs party. Midnight came around and she grabbed whoever was closest to her. She still doesnât know who it was she kissed that night.
What does your character usually do on New Years Eve? Party, duh.
What are their plans this year? Probably getting super drunk.
âSara, you do realize that Iâm thirty two, right? And Iâm not dating anyone, and Iâm childlessâ thankfully,â she stated. âYouâve got the career thing down, thatâs all that matters. Just because you turn thirty doesnât mean you stop having fun or having a social life. And maybe thatâs just how society wants you to think, but screw that. Life isnât a race, people hit different milestones at different times. Clubbing on weekends is fine, at least youâre not doing it on weekdays, and I.. am choosing to say nothing on that ârunning the streets at nightâ part.â
Laurel licked her lips slowly. âYou were an actual adult ages ago, get over it. Quit letting this number get you down. Youâre not going to feel any different. The only expectations are crap made up by people to make women feel like they arenât being productive or useful. So stop acting like thirty is the end of the world, and tell me how you want to celebrate.â
âLaurel, youâre thirty-two and you own a floral shop. If that doesnât sound like an old lady, I donât know what does,â she half-joked but was half-serious. Sara ran her fingers slowly across her wrist at the soulmate mark on her arm then looked back up at her sister. âYouâre not in the least bit bothered by this soulmate thing? I mean, we could run into them at any moment and what happens then? Am I really supposed to like instantly fall in love? Like, in the movies?â
Sara scuffed at her sisterâs words, âYou sound like my therapist.â She let out a small giggle and smiled softly at Laurel then shrugged, âMaybe we can bar hop? I havenât done that since college. Ooh, or like a huge party. Itâs my 30th, right? A birthday bash is definitely called for.â
Nicole didnât mind helping out the Captain at all. Besides it was part of her job, and if it helped her get out sooner then she had no issue with it. At least one of them would get out of here early. âAhh, no wonder why you have the best coffee in the station.â She joked lightly with a small chuckle. âOkay back to business. What seems to be the issue?â
"Look at this,â she pointed at the text. âThis statement totally contradicts what information I got out of my eye witness. It makes me wonder... You think someoneâs got to my witness or... you think someone got to one of us? Paid a detective off to give a false report of the crime scene?â Sara finally came to a pause and said quietly, âWhat do you think?â
âGet yourself a coffee with cream and sugar. Itâs going to be a long day.â Misao muttered to herself. She was repeating her managerâs words. Misao didnât care it the holidays were coming up, she had no family or friends to communicate with. But if they were safe, it will be worth it. Misao felt the negative energy hit her. She sighed and walked back to the end of the line. âI made a mistake,âMisao admitted letting her accent though. âI apologize.â
âYou sure did,â Sara said feeling confrontational but let it go as soon as she realized that the girl was being honest. She sighed running a hand through her hair, âLook, Iâm sorry about that. I didnât mean to be so rude. Stay. You can have my place in line.â
Laurel was pretty surprised by the fact that Sara didnât seem enthusiastic. She expected her to jump at the ideas she threw her way, but that wasnât even close to what really happened. âDonât sound to excited,â she muttered softly.
âLook, if you donât want to do anything, you can stay home. Iâll bring some cupcakes and you can eat some takeout or something and call it a night,â she suggested. âBut that does sound a little less fun. You know that, right? And since when do you not want to go have a good time?â she asked. âIs it because thirty makes you feel old?â
âItâs not that...â she started but paused to let her sister finish her questions. Sara shrugged when she finished and thought about it. âI mean, in a way, I guess. I just, I feel like Iâm lagging behind. I have an amazing career, donât get me wrong. But like, thirty... Iâm supposed to be like settled down. Kids, or at least some on the way and not running the streets at night or clubbing every weekend.â
Sara sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, âBut I love clubbing. I like having a good time. I donât want to be an actual adult... Thirty has so many expectations...â She shrugged thinking about how foolish she must sound. âDo I even make any sense?â
Nicole rubbed her eyes, feeling like she had been looking at the same file for thirty minutes. Maybe she had been. She should probably go home and get some actual sleep but nope, she had work to finish up. Looking over Sara after she approached her, she offered the blonde a friendly smile. Noticing the file that was placed down on her desk for a second. âWell take a seat and we can go over it together and I will do my best to help.â Honestly she didnât mind helping at all. It was one of the things that she was there for. âBut if this takes all night, we may need some coffee.â She joked lightly.
Sara was so grateful for Nicole in this moment as she sat down across from her at the desk. She figured with her help, sheâd get out of her way sooner than she expected to on her own. It wouldnât be a couple more hours if she tried to figured this out on her own. The blonde smiled hard at the Sheriffâs comment and said, âLucky you, I have a Keurig in my office.â
Saraâs birthday was fast approaching, and Laurel knew that doing nothing wasnât really an option. She knew that the younger Lance wanted to celebrate. 30 was big. Laurel remembered her own 30th, and it had been a bit of a bust. She didnât want the same for Sara. Walking side by side with her sister, Laurelâs fingers gripped the lidded coffee cup in her hand.
âDo you have any idea how you want to celebrate?â she asked with a sigh. âLook, I know you want it to be fun, and special. I do too. But weâve lived in New York forever, what is there even left to do?â She stopped dead in her tracks, and looked at the blonde. âDo you want a simple dinner with friends? A night at a club? Strippers? Say the word and weâll make it happen but I need some ideas, Sara.â
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Sara had been thinking about the day she turned thirty since the day she turned twenty-nine. In a way, the blonde was dreading the day. According to societyâs standards, Sara should be married with kids by now and not out at a bar every weekend. But to be completely honest, she was nowhere near ready for all of that. The girl couldnât last three days in a relationship.
Listening to her sisterâs rant as they walked down the streets of the city only made Sara feel even more conflicted. Of course she wanted to party, sheâs Sara. Itâs just, thirty is so heavy. She shrugged, âI donât have any... Whatâs the big deal anyway? Itâs just another day.â
          IT WAS A MIRACLE HOW Dinah managed to see any of her friends; especially when most of them worked in the mornings and the nights as well. Where she was concerned? Her night job included a mask, a leather jacket and a bowstaff. However, she had the day off in her morning job. The brunette grabbed the opportunity to hang out with one of the coolest people sheâd ever known; Sara Lance. Both in favor of witty banter but strong advocates of small talk, they met that morning and headed to grab a coffee before Sara had to work. However, the moment it was their turn to order, Dinah stepped forward only to notice Saraâs attention was distracted by the newspaper. She stepped back and poked her elbow, silently bringing her back to reality, when another person tried to cut the line. The second Sara complained the man scoffed and attempted to ignore her. Dinah reached out a hand to stop him. âNowâs the right time to go back in line, dumbass.â
Sara frowned as the man continued to skip them in line. At this point, it wasnât even about the coffee. She was pissed that he had the nerve to disrespect her like that. Being Police Captain, she was so used to getting her way that the fact that the man questioned her authority irked the hell out of her. Sara stepped up beside her friend as she began to speak and eyed the guy carefully, âYou heard the lady.â She hoped the man could see how serious she was. They were not the right people to mess with. Luckily for him, he moved back to his place and line. A bright smile formed on Saraâs face as she turned to Dinah, âCan you believe that guy? Anyway... where were we?â The two friends stepped up to the counter and the girl smiled motioning the brunette ahead, âAfter you.â
âI canât believe Iâll thirty next week,â she mused quietly as she looked through the newspaper she picked up on her walk through the park. It was a surprisingly nice day in the city so Sara took the long way into work which included cutting through the park and stopping by the small coffee cart on the corner outside of her job. Flipping through the paper, she hadnât realized that she was next to order and the people in line behind her were starting to get frustrated. Feeling someone move pass her, she looked up from the newspaper and frowned, âHey! Thereâs a line and the end is back there.â
College was hell, and the teachers were the demons- at least, thatâs what Jason had surmised as he struggled through one of his assignments. Sitting inside a small cafe with too many mugs to count splayed out in front of him, the former Robin was quite tempted to start ripping up his work in frustration. Another minute of contemplating mass bookicide left Jason huffing as he snapped the book closed. Leaning back, he pinched the bridge of his nose, and watched from his peripherals as it seemed like a newcomer was moving to take the open seat across from him. âOh great, just what I need, company.âÂ
Sara was addicted to coffee. It was her weakness and on her drive home from the precinct that evening, she decided to stop by this little cafe on the way to her apartment. The cafe was awfully crowded for the middle of the week. Sara caught a glimpse of an open seat near a younger looking guy off to the side of the room. She sat down smiling to greet the guy but heâs incredulously rude comment had her frowning, âAs a matter of fact, Iâm great company. Though, youâd never know that.â
Nicole sat at her desk, going over some case files. She had been there since sometime in the AM or maybe even gotten here last night. Honestly the redhead wasnât sure, she did catch a couple hours of sleep on her couch in her office though. Which put her behind on the files that she was now trying to look over. That was when she looked up from her work and noticed someone right there. âCan I help you with something?â
Sara frowned going over some case files on her desk. It was the middle of the night and she was still down at the precinct. She hated being inside when she could be out their fighting; actually protecting people in ways she canât as Police Captain. Sara sighed getting frustrated with the task at hand and went to scope out some help. She came across her superior and smiled as she approached her, âSheriff Haught, hi, yeah. Actually, I think you can.â She placed the files down on her desk and said simply, âIâm stumped.â
this 1,631 word thing here is my novel. jk, jk, no but really its basically a novel. trying to cram all of saraâs life into one thing was very hard to do. i cut short and out lots of parts, believe it or not. it took me like three days to do this, lol. anyway, this is long overdue but here it is. this is my baby, sara. all of the details including laurel were worked out with megan, laurelâs mun and our amazing admin. thank you for all of your help. and thank you all for coming to my ted talk. enjoy the read, hehe. itâs a long one.
TW: Death & Violence
Biography
It was a snowy Christmas day in New York City and slightly older sister, Laurel, was not happy with her parents. They were supposed to be home opening presents, yet here they were in the hospital on Christmas morning welcoming their newest addition to the Lance family. Baby Sara was born to Quentin and Dinah Lance Christmas morning. Sara grew a happy kid. She played with her sister all the time (along with the occasional fight), attended dance classes and had this pet canary that her father bought her. Sara loved the bird but it drove everyone else crazy. The yellow canary was a part of their lives for quite a few years before Sara accidentally let it out of itâs cage and her sisterâs cat ate her.
Sara never forgave Laurel for her canaryâs death (although it was really Saraâs fault for letting the bird out anyway). This bitterness turned the young girl into a pretty rebellious teenager. Her trouble making ways often got her into tricky situations and often put her at odds with her father. She dated a lot of âbad boysâ, much to her fatherâs chagrin, from whom she learned many things like how to hot-wire a car. Sara got into a lot of fights with her bullies, often with her sisterâs help. The frequent occurrences of harassment created behavioral issues in Sara and caused her grades to drop, worrying her parents. This led to her father teaching both Sara and Laurel how to defend themselves.
The time she spent learning to fight with her father left an influential impact on Saraâs life. She went off to college and majored in Criminal Justice. She wanted to become a detective and although she spent most of her four years away partying, Sara managed to graduate on time. She returned home to celebrate her accomplishments with her family however, she was invited out on a boat trip with friends from college. She figured sheâd have all the time in the world to be with her family so she didnât think twice about saying yes to the trip.
Sara said goodbye to her family and headed off to celebrate with her friends. She was having one hell of a time but was somewhat nervous about the storm that developed. Her friends assured her they were fine so she shrugged it off. Out of nowhere, the yacht sank and Sara was pulled under, causing some of her friends who survived to believe that she had drowned. However, Sara managed to swim to the surface on the other side of the wreck and was marooned on a piece of the ship for days.
A few days after their boat sank, Sara was found by a ship called the Amazo, who took her on board but they imprisoned her in a cell. Days later, the crew dragged Sara out of her cell and were going to take her away, but were stopped by a grey haired man who took Sara to his quarters instead. This man introduced himself as Dr. Anthony Ivo. He told Sara he was going to save the human race, and asked if she would join him. Anthony explained to Sara that he was looking for a serum created by the Japanese in World War II called Mirakuru (Japanese for Miracle) which could increase muscle strength, enhance senses and regenerate cells, but the submarine sank somewhere in the chain of islands nearby. For the next year, Anthony protected Sara from the cruelty of his men and taught her many skills in the fields of biology, chemistry and technology. After her near-death experience and her time spent with Dr. Ivo after being rescued by him, Sara became more apathetic and cold, more technology and science savvy. She assisted Anthony in torturing his prisoners, though only because she was secretly terrified she would be the next test subject. However, Sara still felt a sense of loyalty towards Anthony for saving her life, no matter how cruel he became.
Sara went with Dr. Anthony Ivo and the crew of the Amazo onto an island called Lian Yu via a plane in search of the ship wreck. However when they arrived on the island, Anthony became extremely violent killing his crew members and guards in search of the Mirakuru. Sara freaked when he turned on her but she managed to get one good punch in knocking him out long enough for her to escape. She ran giving herself as much distance as she could from Anthony and spent at least a year on Lian Yu trying to avoid being captured when she was found by a strange woman. Although strange, this woman was mesmerizing and Sara didnât turn her down when she offered her protection and a roof over her head.
What Sara didnât know was that this woman was part of this secret organization called the League of Assassins. Its purpose is to hunt down and kill people deemed a danger to society and the world at large. The woman took her to this city called Nanda Parbat where Sara trained with the League and became an assassin herself by swearing her allegiance to them. When Sara was told to âchoose a new nameâ, she chose âTa-er al-Sahferâ which is Arabic for canary, reminiscent of the canary her father got her when she was ten. Soon after she was recruited into the League of Assassins, Sara became a cold-hearted killer, assassin, and proficient warrior becoming more capable, headstrong and confident. At some point during her four years with the League she and the woman became lovers. Despite this, Sara never forgot about her family and still cared deeply for them, but became afraid to reveal the fact that she was alive, fearing that theyâll reject what she had become.
Six years later, Sara left the organization and returned to Starling City when she found out that her family was in danger. Under the vigilante moniker âthe Canaryâ, a translation of her League name, she stayed to protect them, before she was forced to leave due to the League following her, trying to bring her back. She was eventually released from the League of Assassins by her lover. She came back to Starling City and revealed to her family that she was indeed alive. Her parents were so grateful to have her back home however, her sister Laurel felt probably the exact opposite. She was pissed at her sister and Laurel blamed Sara for everything that happened to their family over the past several years.
Although their relationship started off rocky, Laurel eventually came around. They spent a lot of time getting reacquainted with one another as well as sharing stories from the past six years. Both sisters had changed tremendously, especially Sara. She was more quiet and reserved than ever before, being haunted and burdened by her traumatic experiences and warrior lifestyle. Sara, not being able to give up all of her old ways, decided to continue as a vigilante in secret while working her way up the police force. She was promoted to Police Corporal and about a year and a half later, she was promoted to Lieutenant all while continuing her work as a vigilante.
One night, while out as the Canary, she came into another vigilante going after a guy that was causing a lot of havoc in the city. Sara figured why not jump in with an assist. Being the Canary, she felt totally at ease and had complete confidence in herself. That would leave Sara feeling a bit reckless and a little cocky to the point where she had gotten careless. She let herself get distracted, shot and killed in the process. Sara was buried in her once empty casket from several years ago when they were first led to believe that she was dead.
Almost a year after her death, Saraâs corpse was dug up by her sister and taken to Nanda Parbat. When Sara returned home from the island, she told Laurel many stories about her time there including ones about the Lazarus Pit. Itâs a pool of regenerative waters that allowed the user to heal themselves of any wounds, or even prevent aging to a certain extent. Well, at least thatâs what she was told. As it turns out, the rumors were true. As soon as Laurel had Sara resurrected using the pit, she went after everyone, but was restrained. Sara was, in short, a monster. Laurel contacted a magical friend of Saraâs who performed a ritual to restore Saraâs soul to her body. She was soon happily reunited with her family.
Even after Saraâs soul was restored, the side effects of the Lazarus Pit remained for a while. She became extremely aggressive and bloodthirsty to the point of being unstable and unpredictable. Sara was so horrified when she nearly beat someone to death that she almost quit her job as Police Lieutenant. When the effects finally started to wear off, Sara became far more humane, optimistic and moral, seemingly having become against killing her enemies in general. She then decided to continue as a vigilante but with a new identity. Thus the White Canary was born.
Itâs been about a year and a half since Saraâs resurrection. Sheâs been promoted to Police Captain down at the precinct and still goes out at night as a vigilante. The details of her death are still a little fuzzy to her and even now, she doesnât know that Laurel knows about her work as a vigilante. Sara is very outspoken and she knows how to have a great time, sheâll more than likely drink you under the table. Beneath her cold exterior, youâll find a kind-hearted young lady who is very protective of her family and friends.
Little Tidbits
She loves to party and is usually upbeat.
Sheâs a dog person; she likes them dumb and loyal.
She loves horror movies and Halloween is one of her favorite holidays.
She started off as a vigilante originally called the âCanaryâ as opposed to âWhite Canaryâ.
