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Tweak says, "i love troye sivan"

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
When: Night
Rating: TBD; will update
Status: Ongoing

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.

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somerichgirl
2013-10-12 10:11 am UTC (link)

After barely bathing since her arrival a month or so before, Thea finally gave into her more basic human urge to be clean and her hair to lose the oily shine it'd taken on. In such a possible hostile environment, it was hard for her to strip down to nothing and step under the warm spray for even a moment without contemplating the possibility of some Psycho situation occurring. They were in a form of Hell after all, weren't they? The thought of dealing with shades of Psycho was tame compared to the idea of vampires and other evil things lurking around. Besides, some of her fellow "inmates" here were less than hospitable or nice. It definitely had more to do with something else other than just being stuck here, but she guessed it didn't put anyone in any good moods.

Rather leery, the youngest member of the Queen family took to the refuge of the bathroom and stripped out of her clothes. She needed to go to a mall, but would they even have one in Hell? Would it have her size? It was catty and foolish to think of considering everything else going on, but Thea couldn't help it. Even far from the streets of Starling City, of her mansion, and large bank account, she had need to look good and a desire for fashion. Maybe she could check it out after a shower. She'd managed on one outfit alone, but variety was the spice of life and Thea was one of those people that just needed a different outfit everyday. Right now, she'd just settle for one or two though.

Thea tossed her clothes into a small mound by the door and switched on the shower, barely able to contain herself as the water heated up. Once steam was flowing abundantly from the shower, Thea stepped in and used what little she could dig up around the apartment to scrub herself clean and work on washing away the greasiness that had become her hair. Mostly, she'd been lingering under the spray, enjoying the calmness it brought, when she heard a loud bang from the front of the apartment. For a moment, she believed she'd imagined it. After all, she'd been having horrible daydreams lately and nightmares about losing her brother and Roy. This was on top of the ones she already had about the evil lurking around. Needless to say, it definitely put her imagination into overdrive and not in a good way, but try as she might, the nagging sensation wouldn't go away. Reluctantly, the brunette switched off the shower and tugged aside the curtain.

The teenager haphazardly wrapped the towel around herself and tucked the edge in by the side of her breast. The water droplets from her hair slipped down her neck, back, and shoulders, but she ignored it. Glancing around the fogged up bathroom, she found nothing to use as a weapon except a hair brush, but she was pretty sure she could do some major damage with it. She wasn't going down without a fight. In bare feet, she turned the door knob and pulled open the door slowly, stepping out into the hall and cautiously padded towards the main living area of the apartment. Maybe it was Emma? That was her name right? Thea wasn't all too sure. She hadn't really spoken to the older woman much since arriving, actually not at all, but still, they had keys. There was no need for breaking and entering. Maybe she forgot? It was absurd. Emma came off as strong, but to push open a locked door? It was a different story entirely. No, it was something else. Someone else for sure.

Hair brush raised, Thea took a deep breath and stepped out from around the corner. "Who the hell-" The words died on her lips the instant her eyes landed on the broad shoulders, solid, but familiar built in the tell-tale red hoodie. "Roy?" It had to be him, right? No one else wore that hoodie. She was pretty sure not here anyway. She took another step forward and her weapon of choice lowered to her hip. Still, her fingers clenched it rather tightly.

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justawaste
2013-10-12 12:00 pm UTC (link)

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open slowly echoed throughout the apartment; it was enough to make the hair on the back of his neck stand up...there was just something eerie about that noise, wasn't there? A small flood of adrenaline into his motor cortex and Roy could really feel his body starting to come alive. Pulse racing, nerve endings firing in quick succession. He had lost people in his life; too many people...and something happening to Thea, that was one of the only real fears he had left. Needles still freaked him out; always would, but it wasn't the most prevalent thing anymore. Everything that had been going on in this place, it was more than possible that someone had crept into Thea's apartment. If that was the case, they were about to meet her very angry and violent boyfriend. One more breath and his determination started to kick in; he was in fight mode, ready to spring into action at even the slightest hint of anything being wrong. He hadn't always been the best guy; but he'd never been in love before, and that was a pretty powerful thing. He'd risk anything for Thea.

That she was barefoot masked her steps a little better; his heart was like a jack hammer in his chest at that point as he moved forward. Roy hadn't really thought about the possibly that she had been showering; unable to hear his voice over the sound of the running water. One hand had balled into a fist; squeezed so tight that his knuckles had turned a paler shade. Then someone stepped from around the corner and it was enough to stop him in his tracks. Thea. Not a Thea who was in grave peril or imminent harm; one that was wearing nothing but a towel, which clung to her, brunette hair wet and still dripping. Blue-green eyes widened slightly; now his heartbeat had increased again, for entirely different reasons. Just now was he realizing that she had a brush held tightly in one hand; and that she had said his name at all. In what was probably only a few seconds, but felt so much longer, he stared, a wave of relief flooding his system that she was okay, followed by feelings that weren't as wholesome.

Raising one hand, he pulled back the red hood, taking away any doubt as to what his identity was. “Were you...” The corners of his mouth quirked upwards slightly; as concerned as he had been, which was legitimately, he couldn't fight the smirk that had appeared. “Were you about to take me out with a brush?” He wasn't being sarcastic or doubting her; he'd seen just how good of aim Thea had when she had come to his rescue in The Glades. She was a girl that could take care of herself; which was a lot more than he gave her credit for when they first met...he figured she was just a stuck up rich girl that had to rely on everyone else. She'd changed his mind pretty quickly. The attitude; how she didn't give up. How was he supposed to not be interested? “I came here to check on you.” He didn't really feel like he needed an excuse to see her; nor was he giving one. He'd been a little freaked by all the chaos breaking out...she'd be able to see that from a mile away. As much as he always tried to put on a game face and be 'tough', Thea got a lot more of the real him than anyone else.

Now he knew that she was okay; and that made the next thing undeniable, not that he wanted to even try to stop it in the first place. Roy stepped forward, sliding his hand into her still wet hair, and pressed his lips against hers quickly. Passion wasn't something he ever had a problem showing; and his body was kind of in overdrive with all of the adrenaline. What he wanted was to grab the towel with his other hand and pull it away from her body. He fought the urge, at least momentarily, tilting his head back to get a breath. “You okay?”

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somerichgirl
2013-10-13 01:56 pm UTC (link)

When he made a move to pull back the hoodie, her hand clenching the brush jerked up, but the face left in its wake was not monstrous or evil. A sigh of a relief slipped past her lips as her gaze found the familiar, comforting features of her boyfriend, Roy Harper. "Roy," she smiled at him; the first genuine smile she'd shown in a long time, especially since coming here. Though it was hard to tell from the bulkiness of his hoodie, he appeared to be okay, another thing Thea was exceptionally grateful for. His lips twitched a bit, a smile almost visible on his normally hardened contours. Damn straight she was about to take him out with a brush or give whoever it was hell. Still, a bit of a flush tinged the teenager's cheeks and she raised it playfully. "Yes, I was. And you keep it up, I still might take a swing at you," she replied, voice teasing. When you were in hell or whatever, you fought with whatever you could find...even a hair brush.

With his words, the smile remained genuine and permanent on her face. "Good. Saved me a trip," she answered, but it was definitely not a joke. Thea made plans to abandon the apartment for the night and go see him if she could. She knew his room mate left a lot to be desired in the manners department, but Thea had never been frightened, especially when it came to people she cared about. She loved Roy and with him in such a hostile environment, it made her all the more worried about him. Plus, people were seeing their worst fears come to life and no one seemed to be immune to it. Thea wasn't all too sure what Roy's were, aside from needles, but doubted that if he was being haunted by anything, it was that. " But here I thought it was because you missed me."

Thea placed the brush on the table; it was no longer needed until she would be fighting the battle against her unruly hair later on. She made a move towards him, but before she could cover the distance, he stepped forward, hand moving into her wet hair. In the next instant, his lips were pressed to hers in a passionate kiss and the youngest Queen eagerly returned it with just as much feeling and emotion. She hadn't seen him in a while and with people coming and going all the time here, it was hard for her not to worry about him. She was worried for him all the time back home, too. Living in the Glades, it was the most dangerous part of the city as well as the most poor, how could she not worry about him constantly? In their last meeting, she'd watched him run off to play hero and possibly never make it back. She had faith in him, but that didn't mean she'd ever stop fearing for his safety and well being.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him in close, keeping the kiss until he tilted his head back, allowing both of them a brief break to breathe. He was warm, his smell overwhelming and comforting as the feel of his hand in her hair, brushing against the back of her neck. "Definitely better now. A lot better," she replied breathlessly. "You?"

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