Eighteen years old resident of Star City California. Currently living with the rest of the arrows in their crazy house.
RP account for The Justice Lounge Roleplay. <3
It will have to be an ample amount of candy to acquire my pardon. Specifically, I require one pound of the following mix: yellow Sprees, green Skittles, and red sour gummi worms.
Well, since Easter is soon and candy costs like two cents how about I just buy you those large bags of each of sprees, skittles, and gummi worms and you can sort them out yourself.
What! I might have known she got such a notion from you.
She kicked me at school for that. And even though I didn’t retaliate, Vixen assumed it was my fault and made me write lines.
Lian is prone to raving lunacy well enough on her own without fodder from you, Dearden. You realize I must endure her at least five days out of the week.
Aw, I’m sorry sweetie. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble at school, see I told you I regretted it. I can buy you some candy to make up for it?
But you endure well.
Weak. Those answers are weak. Boo.
I’m happier since I met Rose Wilson.
I regret not meeting her sooner.
I’m trying to… come back soon so I can take Kiki off her hands <3
There is nothing in your life you regret? I find that difficult to believe.
Hmmm something I regret… Oh I know! Once I took some gummy bears from Lian and let her think you did it.
I’m happier now.
I regret nothing!
I’m trying to … think of a way to finish this sentence.
"I just don’t get why the hell we couldn’t just drop down onto the island..” Chew chew. “-don’t we have..” Chew chew. “—planes.. and shit?” Swallow. Ahh.
"Planes and shit we got," Ollie agreed, ranging ahead of them a ways to inspect the angle of the cliff face above them before coming back. "But this place used to be overrun with US military testing bombs, and then drug traffickers dealing in millions’ worth of heroin. I’m not real eager to go testing how well fly-overs are still being monitored and met."
Slinging his quiver and pack off his shoulder, Ollie continued, “Shado wasn’t real pleased about Tak being aged up — she thought it might jumpstart his leukemia again, and considering she almost killed Connor and rounded up a faction of the League of Assassins pretending to be Ra’s in order to get him cured in the first place, that wasn’t a risk she wanted to take.”
He put his hands in the small of his back, stretching. “We’ll camp here for the night. Get a fresh start in the wee hours — the guards’ll be less alert then.”
The sun was just starting to warm the rim of the horizon by the time they made it up to the lip of the crater the next morning. Taiana had told him that the opium fields they’d met in were long gone, but still, Ollie was taken aback at the new layout of the crater. Manicured lawns and curated tropical gardens were laid out like a skirt around a low, sprawling dogtrot house. From where they were hunkered down, the Arrows could make out at least a dozen guards patrolling in an irregular pattern — but the semi-automatic weapons they were carrying didn’t exactly mark them as ninjas.
"Well," Ollie remarked dryly, "so much for the martial arts aspect." He pointed at the bifurcated house. "You two go get Tak. I’ll draw off the bulk of the guards."
With that, he was up and moving swiftly along the semi-rounded edge of the crater to a spot thickly planted with fan palms and ferns. It took the space of two of the guards dropping heavily after being hit with concussion arrows before a bunch of them took notice, starting to move out across the lawn and into the garden, away from the house.
Mia sent Ollie a flat look when it appeared that well they were going up against guns instead of close range fighting. And she had gotten everyone katanas too. Well, maybe they’d come across a use for them when they got inside the house that was indicated before Ollie ran off to cause a distraction or whatever it was he was doing.
She set off in the direction of the house, along with Roy moving as carefully and stealthily as possible glancing over at him. “I guess be on the look out for a little kid, or a teenager. Or something…” Mia said moving between the cover of one house to the other leaning her back against it trying to listen inside to see if there was anyone in there waiting. Then she straightened up and listened carefully… for some sort of signal, like a lot of gun shots in some other direction, to know that most of the guards were good and not paying attention to what was going on around them.