Oliver Queen does not wear tights (dl_greenarrow) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-08-02 20:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | oliver queen/green arrow |
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Characters: Oliver Queen
When: Thursday night
Location: City rooftops
Warnings/Rating: Lol, there should just be a permanent "angst" warning on anything I touch.
Summary: Oliver tries to deal with Chloe's death.
Status: Closed; Narrative
After reviewing all the security footage available with first Tess, and then Dick, Oliver left Watchtower. He shut off his phone, knowing Lois was with Clark and wasn't going to need him. He doubted anyone else there would miss him that much. For awhile he went back to his apartment at the complex, ducking his head to avoid conversation, even in passing, as he made his way through the hallways.
After an hour at his apartment doing absolutely nothing, he considered going into the office, but he didn't want to talk to people at all if he could avoid it. So that was out, too.
He rubbed a hand over his face as he stared out the window, watching as the sun slowly began to set. He'd just get an early start on patrol. That would help him clear his thoughts. He changed into his uniform and exited through the window, firing a zip line to the building across the street and landing on the roof effortlessly.
So he hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours now. It didn't matter. Not really. This world wasn't even real. It was like being stuck in a dream with no end in sight, but knowing any moment he could wake up and realize none of it really happened. And he'd be back in his own universe, and Chloe would be alive, and he'd have an uneasy chuckle knowing that she had never really died in the first place.
He just hoped that happened soon.