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Oliver Queen does not wear tights (dl_greenarrow) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-05-10 17:32:00

Entry tags:

katniss everdeen, oliver queen/green arrow

Disorientation. (Katniss?)
Who: Oliver Queen/Green Arrow & Katniss Everdeen
What: Arriving in Lawrence
Where: The park
When: Thursday night
Warnings: Not that I can think of...
Status: Incomplete

Well, this was new.

One moment he'd been standing atop the Daily Planet, looking out over the Metropolis skyline, and the next he blinked and found himself in the middle of a park.

Which made exactly zero sense, considering he didn't feel the least bit dizzy the way he did when Clark or Bart did their speeding thing to relocate him in an instant. He stood in the middle of a grassy area, bow and arrow still in hand and still aimed, dark green hood still over his head, and night vision glasses on to help hide his identity.

"What the hell," he muttered, voice still sounding mechanical from the voice distorter he used when he was patrolling.

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tindernest
2012-05-15 02:49 pm UTC (link)

In the days since Zatanna had cured her conspicuity problem, Katniss had taken to roaming the city. It was a habit she was sure Peeta wouldn’t be particularly fond of, especially if he knew how often her ramblings were nocturnal, but she was fairly confident that she’d managed to get out of her apartment and the complex without arousing his suspicions. It wasn’t that Peeta was her keeper, or even that she would have minded him coming along with her on most of her walks, but it had been so long since she could be alone, anonymous, that sometimes she just wanted to enjoy the privacy in, well, private.

Tonight she was wandering the park where she’d first appeared in Lawrence, slipping between trees and along paths as silently as the shadows that lay thick on the ground. That this might not be the safest plan, a young girl wandering a city alone at night, hadn’t really troubled her too much. She’d fought to the death more than once, she was fast and smart, and, somewhat contradictorily, there was still some naiveté left in her, even after the Hunger Games. That had been ritualistic killing, organized and even televised, the opposite of random street crime. That sort of crime had been similarly nonexistent in District 12 where if you stole a girl’s purse or assaulted her, she would see you the next day in the market and simply inform a Peacekeeper. Domestic abuse, sneaking forms of thievery like poaching, and black market business had been so common as to be conducted under the nose of Peacekeepers, but you could walk the dirt roads at any hour of the night without fear. A part of her assumed that this place, aside from the demons, would be the same.

That part of her got a nasty shock when, suddenly, a man appeared before her aiming an arrow straight at her heart.

He knew how to shoot, Katniss could see that in an instant, and so she didn’t try to duck or run, without available cover she knew she would be dead in a moment. Instead, she reached back for her own bow and then let out a low hiss of frustration when her fingers closed on empty air and she remembered that the bow had been deemed too conspicuous for this time and place. Where did he even come from? she thought frantically as she kept her face as composed as she could and raised her hands in apparent surrender, watching him carefully for an opening to launch herself at him and pry the bow from his hands. It would be a long shot, he was taller and stronger than her, but the Games had taught her that a fight could be over quickly, could come down to luck and being the first to get your hands on the right rock.

His voice cut off that trail of thought and she started slightly before she could stop herself, surprised at the distortion of his voice. Some kind of mutt? But we know this isn’t the Capitol now, there shouldn’t be anything like that here. Either way, the man sounded, in so much as his voice could sound like anything, surprised rather than angry and Katniss dared to take a slow step backwards as she cleared her throat.

“Hi,” she tried, wishing desperately that Peeta were with her, not to protect her (the thought of other people protecting her still rarely occurred to Katniss) but to feed her the words she should use to talk her way out of this. “Mind pointing that somewhere else?” she added, spreading her fingers as she kept them raised to show that she wasn't going for a weapon of her own.

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dl_greenarrow
2012-05-15 05:12 pm UTC (link)

Oliver's eyes widened ever-so-slightly at the sight of the girl, who looked like she was maybe eighteen, tops. Definitely not much older than Mia was. He quickly lowered his bow so the arrow wasn't aiming at her, and was now instead aimed at the ground.

"Sorry," he told her, shaking his head and watching her warily. He felt more than a little disoriented, and he wondered if he'd managed to get caught up in one of Clark's alien things, or if this was just some new form of weird he wasn't familiar with yet. Like he needed anymore of those.

And given the fact that Chloe wasn't talking in his ear piece anymore, he had to assume he was out of range, and probably off radar. In which case, she was probably starting to freak out.

Forcing himself to take a deep breath, he glanced around once more. "This is probably going to sound like a weird question, but uh, can you tell me where we are, exactly?"

He just hoped she wasn't a Kandorian. Although even if she was, right now they didn't have their powers, so there wasn't much she could to hurt him. And she looked a little frightened, which suggested to him that he'd just scared a teenage girl unintentionally.

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tindernest
2012-05-15 07:04 pm UTC (link)

Katniss lowered her hands as the man lowered the bow, though she still watched him warily. She’d been in Lawrence long enough to realize that it wasn’t exactly normal for someone to walk around carrying a bow, and there was the strange, modulated voice in addition to that first oddity. Still, the man had lowered his weapon quickly, even apologized, and his confusion didn’t seem to be taking the form of aggression. For the moment, she decided, it would be better to stay calm and talk to him instead of trying to melt back into the shadows and make a run for the complex.

“Not too weird a question actually,” she said carefully, giving him a once-over as she tried to guess where or when he was from. “We’re in Lawrence, Kansas. The year is 2012. People are appearing here from their homes. It happened to me a couple weeks ago,” which is probably the best explanation I can give for now without you thinking that I’m completely insane, she thought ruefully, remembering her own doubt. Her forehead creased with a frown, however, when she remembered the books that had been enough to prove her fictional status. She still couldn’t think of the pages that described her little sister’s death without something in her going cold and still. She told herself that Prim would come to her here, that she would have to, that the seal would know that this was the surest way to make Katniss fight, but it didn’t always work.

She shook the thoughts off internally and refocused her attention on the man in front of her, squinting slightly at the bow now that she had time to register more than the fact that it had been pointed at her. “Your bow,” she blurted out before she could stop herself, restraining a curious step forward at the last moment when she saw how different it looked than the wooden bow she’d grown up with or the pretty silver thing they’d made in the Capitol for the games, “what’s it made of? That’s not wood.”

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dl_greenarrow
2012-05-15 10:33 pm UTC (link)

Lawrence, Kansas.

2012.

Well, he definitely hadn't seen that coming. Then again, Lois had just taken a trip to the future not that long ago, and it had been a very, very bleak place. He quickly looked up at the sky, which was dark at the moment, except for the faint light from the moon and the stars. He couldn't tell if the sun in this future was yellow, or if it was red. Because if it was the latter, they were in a lot of trouble.

He looked at the young woman standing in front of him before reaching up and turning off his voice distorter. "The sun here, what color is it? Is it red?" he whispered, his heart already pounding hard in his chest.

At her question, he looked down at the crossbow in his hands. "Stainless steel," he admitted, arching his eyebrows. That wasn't generally a question people asked him. Usually he got questions like Oh my God, are you really Green Arrow? or Are those tights?

And he did not wear tights. They were just green leather pants.

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