Ollie Queen Has An Arrow For That (acearcher) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-25 17:31:00 |
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"You mad, bro? You should shoot something"
Who: Ollie and Ghosty! Tate.
What: A new voice in Ollie’s head talks him into something
Where:On the street somewhere
When: May 24thish
Warnings: Some non descriptive violence to the elderly, teenaged punks and an SUV. Lots of F bombs
It had started out simple enough, as far as Ollie was concerned, with a little bit of practice. Barton was still at the hospital these days, so it wasn’t like he had to contend with him, he was plenty pissed at Thea’s latest stunt, and pretty sure Thea had been waiting around for him to leave so she could steal the vicodin he’d been given after his injury in the battle, and had had to get away and shoot something. Now that he was about done practicing though? He was still pissed off, even more than usual, and he wished there was something to DO about it.
It was really weird being disembodied. Tate didn't remember being quite as ghostlike as he was now. What bothered him was that Violet was gone and he couldn't find her, anywhere. What happened to the house? They died in the house. Why didn't they wake up there and stay there, like they were supposed to? Together, forever.
Fuck you, Orange County, Tate fumed and bumped into another person as he stalked the streets, sending a cold breeze through them and an involuntary shudder. It probably felt like someone walking over their grave. Each time he passed through a person, he felt a little stronger, but no less pissed off.
It didn't go unnoticed. In fact, Tate stopped and decided to try to linger in a disgruntled traffic cop, before passing through. He knew what he could do. It was just the matter of finding the right person. He wandered for what seemed like forever, before finding a guy that looked as pissed off as he did, and then leaped right into the guy's body, and stayed there.
If there was a little voice that could be heard in Ollie's head, Tate would be that little voice. Considering what he'd just done to his girlfriend before shooting himself? It wasn't a good thing.
Hey. You mad, bro? You should shoot something. You'll feel better. And if Tate could have accompanied that with a smile, he would have. Because shooting shit sounded like a great idea. Even if this guy didn't seem to have a gun? Hey, whatever works in a pinch.
Shooting something wouhend be great right now, Ollie thought, and then blinked. What the hell. Was he talking to a different thought in his head? How was that possible? It really DID feel like a good idea though, especially as some asshole in a mercedes drove past, spraying him with a little bit of mud.
fuckers, Ollie seethed. trust me, if I could, I would. But it’d be abusing my power and morally wrong and everything. Just because people are asshats isn’t really an excuse.
Even though sometimes it should be.
Fuck morally wrong, was the bitter response, tinged with sarcasm. The whole world's morally wrong, dude. You think they give a fuck about you? If you were on fire, they wouldn't piss on you to put it out.
Tate knew he'd have to try a different angle to get some satisfaction. Look at it this way. You're setting them free from all the piss and the shit this world has to offer. Now it's a good deed. Start shooting.
I’m a fucking superhero though. Did Ollie feel bitter about that kind of thing? Maybe times like today. There were the moments you just wanted to shoot somebody through the throat, grab a beer and go nuts. But he had to be a ROLE MODEL or something along those lines. And it was a major pain. But even so.
I mean just cause you’re right doesn’t mean that I should... Good deed, hmm. Ollie got a look around then at the people, and considered. Old lady with a cane who looked pretty miserable. She could probably use a break from this world. Annoying teenaged punk with some tract marks... Probably before it got to the point where he was shooting people up for more drug money...
Well... He hesitated a little still, even as his hand went to the quiver on his shoulders. Maybe just a couple...
Gotta start somewhere. Tate sounded like it was one big shrug-worthy experience. Grandma and teen punk? You are going down. And Tate Langdon effectively felt abso-fucking-lutely nothing about it, because Violet was gone and he thought he lost her forever now. His plan was shot to hell and back, so why make everyone suffer like he was? Seemed fair enough. You're doing them a favor, superhero. They'll thank you later.
And those ARE the easy marks... Ollie grinned as he went through the arrows, trying to settle on a really FUN one to try using. Think they’re up for a little explosion? Won’t hurt that way it’ll be so fast.. And if he was going for being merciful? that was probably a good one right there. Plus? Explosions were FANTASTIC. He was going to love this.
Well then. Let’s get to work, huh? He was a little bit vaguely worried about one thing though. I’ve got a little sister I really need to get home to eventually. Think we can keep me from the cops? I won’t have enough power if a bunch of them come swarming me..
If you're a superhero, then you can just fucking run away. Make an escape. Whatever it is that superheroes do. It made sense to Tate, but it also wasn't like a swat team was going to be shooting at him either or he gave a rat's ass about anyone's little sister. He was already sans body. Just haul ass. It's all cool. And if you don't have bullets, explosions are the shiiiiiiiit. Go for it.
Hey, look! They agree on something!
Yeah but I’m not the Flash or anything. If I was the flash, this wouldn’t be an issue. Ollie mused, getting into position. If he was the Flash, he’d just run around stabbing them all in superspeed. That’d be strangely fulfilling in a way. It had been a frustrating week, all things considered. The catering company had had a problem with his banquet order, his rent had gone up, he’d gotten sliced in the thigh at the Stark wedding and it HURT, he was pissed at Roy for running away from him at that thing, pissed at Thea about the antics she’d pulled with the shrink, and had found six of his vicodin missing from the bottle when he’d gone to check the other day. So this sort of a release? Was going to feel really fucking good.
But so. EXPLOSIONS. Ollie drew out and nocked the arrow, grinning, choosing the wall the teenage punk and Granny were both near since it looked like with a little help it’d fall nicely. He drew back on his string, took aim and let it fly. And after that? He spun around looking for more.
Wow. Talk about first world problems, with that catering company and stuff. Or at least that was what Tate would be saying, if he knew someone's banquet got messed up. The other stuff, sure, that sucked balls, but just don't start off with the catering company thing, dude. That's terribad.
That boom was epic. Suck it grandma and punk kid. Tate felt a rush of pleasure at making someone else hurt as much as he did sometimes. Sometimes people just didn't understand what it felt like, until they experienced that sort of pain, too. It was too bad they weren't going to have too long to reap something from the experience. Not his prob.
Is that chick that's screaming her head off a ho? Fuck, her life must be total complete ASS. She needs saving too. Shoot her.
Well, hey, the catering company was being hired for a scholarship banquet so they were going to be feeding families who probably would not HAVE the first world problem of dealing with them ever. Ollie had wanted to make sure the whole thing went exceptionally well. It was a chance to give three guys, and a girl, from the inner city a chance to get to college and they’d worked hard enough that he wanted to seriously honor them. So finding out that they’d fucked up with the prime rib order? Yeah, Ollie was severely pissed. It wasn’t about HIM for once. The part where they hadn’t had any vegan options, because he was trying to be vegan again right now was definitely a first world one though. But anyway.
That was an amazing boom, yeah. Ollie felt some satisfaction that far outweighed the guilt that he KNEW he should be feeling. There was that burst of glee he didn’t quite understand but LIKED as it coursed through him and he laughed a little, glancing around the scene. Ooh let’s see.
She’s terrified. I agree we should shoot her. Do her a favor from being stuck in this life. . For this shot, Ollie tugged out one of his poison gas arrows.It was a stronger version of his knock out arrows, designed specifically to kill someone on first shot, and those around the target if they got close enough. This should make an interesting effect, he commented to whoever was in his head, and shot. You two are never allowed to play again ever in the history of playing together. Srs face.
Shit, man, where'd you get these arrows? Tate was grudgingly impressed. Maybe this was as good as Call of Duty or anything with bullets. And then the poison arrow landed and Tate had to admit, that made things feel a little better. Guess they're not getting up from that, huh? Oh look, a soccer mom mobile. Hey, blow up that car coming down the road...then it's probably time to haul ass. I mean, if you're really that concerned with getting caught. But whatever.
One could almost hear the late teenage eyerolling, even if it was a disembodied head voice.Aww but he has the best ideas and Ollie has the best toys. Pleeasse?
Lots of places. Ollie was pleased with the whole impressed bits. Part of his thing, since he’d had the dreams, his personal quest if you would, was to show the world how badass archery could be. And outside of his normal places for shooting, he was finally able to manage it. Some are from the dreams, some from a fellow archer in HIS dreams who makes the things and after THOSE, Ollie smirked, eyeing that soccer mom mobile, perching himself far away enough that no one would be able to identify him before letting loose another explosive and grinning.
Aww yeah. But we SHOULD get out of here. I have a few..other ideas in mind. How would you feel about blowing up a couple jewelery places? I’m out to get a little payback from John Deleon’s little human rights abuses. By going on a rampage and firebombing jewlery stores, yeah. To make sure things were safe for now, he sent up a smoke arrow, designed to give him time to make a getaway and ran for it, laughing a little as he continued. This? was epic.
I couldn't give a flying fuck about it, but whatever. Burn the whole world down. Tate momentarily considered sending this guy after his mom, but decided it wasn't worth it. It would freak his sister out too much, anyway. This was epic enough already.