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Oliver Queen does not wear tights (dl_greenarrow) wrote in carnaval_logs,

Oliver couldn't really blame the girl for being wary. He was pretty damn wary himself. So far, this was the most bizarre afterlife he could ever imagine having. A carnival? Really? He hadn't even been that interested in carnivals as a kid. Maybe this was purgatory. Or hell, even. He didn't know.

But then the redhead pushed her way between the two of them and he drew in a breath. The afterlife was full of teenage girls. With a pang, he thought of Mia Dearden, his sidekick in training. Or at least she had been until the end of the world had descended on them and she'd been killed. He rubbed the back of his neck, taking a casual step back away from both of them.

"Nice to meet you, Ladies. I'm afraid I just got here and I'm still a little disoriented," he admitted, feeling overwhelmed.