Eleanor Monarch-Sparke is the Black Canary (skree) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-06-20 03:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | arrowette, spider-man |
Who: Nell Rex-Wood ARCHER and Aaron Abrams SPIDER-MAN
What: Two young masks learn how to dance fight. Flirting ensues.
Where: In the alley behind a club downtown.
When: Saturday Night
Warnings: None.
Shadows clung to Archer like a second skin, forming dark patterns against the deep red of her vest. She had to hand it to Orin, his people knew their suits. She definitely cast a much more imposing shadow as Archer when she was dressed for the part; and if she was being honest, she felt like she looked a lot sleeker in this outfit too. Almost sexy, if that was possible.
But it wasn’t often that the world got to admire Archer in her outfit. That was the lot of the distance fighter. She stayed high off the ground, away from the action, relying on her years of training and perfect aim to take criminals down. It was only on the rarest of occasions that Archer had to step into the fight herself, so when it did happen, she considered it a treat. Couldn’t let those martial arts skills go to waste, could she?
As luck would have it, tonight was one of those occasions. She was downtown on Saturday night, where all the action tended to be in a city like Seattle. Four guys had cornered a pair of far-too-drunk girls in a back alley, and the music that was pumping from the clubs nearby was loud enough to swallow any screams.
Four guys, two girls. She knew she couldn’t miss if she tried to shoot them, but actually engaging them in a fight was safer. Four guys with arrow shafts would raise a lot of questions, and well, she had a hankering for a fight.
Checking to make sure her bow and quiver were strapped securely to her back, Archer jumped down the fire escape, landing on a closed dumpster in a crouch. “Hello, boys. You looking for some company?” She cast a shit-eating grin at them, ignoring the confused looks the drunk women were throwing her way.