|ʀᴏʏ ʜᴀʀᴘᴇʀ (justawaste) wrote in hellascenes,|
@ 2013-10-10 11:03:00
|Entry tags:||!20 pts, roy harper, thea queen|
Who: Roy and Thea
Where: Room 604 (to start)
What: Checking on her
Rating: TBD; will update
There'd been times when Roy felt like he would never get out of The Glades; when every day was just scraping and struggling to survive. You grew up in a place like that and you learned that having dreams...that was a waste. Or, it used to be his mindset, at least. Thea and The Hood had changed everything; cliché as it was, he had seen his life flash before his eyes...and he wasn't going back to being nothing. To the guy he'd been before, a furnished apartment in Los Angeles with no rent, things taken care of...would have been a welcomed change. Now all he wanted was to get back to The Glades. Make a difference; help the people that had been decimated there...be like him. That wasn't happening, though. Roy could have sat around and been pissed off about it...that's how he would have done in six months ago. Crazy things were happening here; he'd seen the messages posted, how freaked out everyone was getting...seeing different things, living in fear. He knew what the hood would have done; and that meant he knew what he had to do.
He couldn't, yet. Not until he knew that Thea was safe. She was the first person in his life that actually gave a crap. Roy had tried pushing her away; he had tried hard...but for every obstacle that came between them, she didn't give up. Even when he gave her an out. As important as trying to save these people was, nothing was more important than her. He slipped out of his apartment; the one with the door that hung crooked from the frame...he had tried to fix it, but it still looked jacked up. His roommate hadn't exactly been apologetic about it, at least not at first. Roy had tugged on the familiar red hoodie before he left; maybe it was a good luck charm, or maybe there was just comfort in it, either way, didn't really matter. Shadows were cast on his face from the way it hung down low; his knuckles were bruised, he didn't want to have to explain the fights to his girlfriend. She always freaked; she didn't want him getting hurt, risking his life. Explaining the why he had to do it was difficult; and even if she understood, Thea was still putting his well being first...and he really couldn't fault her for that, could he?
Being right down the hallway was a good thing; made it easier to sneak out to see her. Her brother was there, somewhere, and he wasn't exactly Roy's biggest fan. They'd have been better off, if that was their only concern. Whatever was going on, he didn't want it bothering her. People seeing their worst fears. He didn't think he was going to be completely immune to it, just hadn't struck him yet. Standing in front of her door, he knocked heavily on it, last thing he wanted was to try and disguise his presence. “Thea,” her name was called through the wood that separated them. “Thea, I'm coming in.” He knew she had a roommate but that was pretty low on his list of things to worry about. Turning the knob, he forced the door open and slid inside. Why was his heart thumping so furiously in his chest? Sometimes it was just a side effect of being around her; this had to do with a touch of fear, too. Because that's what he was afraid of. He had already stared death in the eyes; thought he was gone when 'the savior' had been ready to pull the trigger. Now the only thing he was really scared of was losing the person that actually loved him. He wanted to get her out of this place; out of the apartment complex, out of whatever hell dimension this was supposed to be. Kicking the door shut behind him, Roy breathed out, forcing himself to focus. Keep it together, Harper.