Oliver Queen (Green Arrow) (arrowsaregreen) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-01-31 21:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | danny ketch, oliver queen/green arrow |
Who: Green Arrow and his new motorcycle and OPEN!
What: Oliver decides to test his footing in a new place and also there’s that motorcycle that needs riding
When: Late night
Where: The streets of Lawrence
Rating: TBA
The moment midnight rolled around, he was gone. The wind blew and the ground was wet, but there was something exhilarating about venturing out into less than perfect weather and Oliver was getting cabin fever from staying cooped up inside. There was only so much warmth he could take. It was all a welcome change, don’t get him wrong. He loved it. Living in a secure building again and not having to be afraid that some alien was going to swoop in and wreck everything he had going for him was… Well, it was pretty damn great. The feeling was something that he really couldn’t explain in words. It was newfound freedom and excitement and gratitude. It was being okay with where he was when most people weren’t on the same page.
There was a formerly abandoned warehouse one block over, with an entrance in the alley and a steel door that was going to take a lot of prodding to get passed. They used to sell furniture (and a bit of something else) there, years ago, before the color had started to deteriorate and peel away from the walls. The building had two stories and a staircase that winded to the top level with a twist. Whatever carpet had been covering the floor was no longer there. Somebody had torn it up to expose the concrete beneath. The second he stepped over the threshold, Oliver’s boots stirred up a layer of old dust that had been lying dormant on the floor. Behind him, the door smashed closed with a bang. He pocketed the only key and felt along the wall for the light switch.
Tim had gotten him a job, a good job that paid well enough for him to go out and get what he needed. Oliver had arrived armed only with kryptonite arrows, Green Arrow’s costume and a knife. That wasn’t enough. Those arrows were no good here and he wasn’t going to go out with only a knife and his dashing good looks as backup. He needed more. He needed his arrows, maybe not all of them, but half of them, at least. An archer couldn’t go without his arrows. He’d think back to all that he’d left behind and wish that his things —all of his things— had come with him. The Green Arrows suit hung in the closet until Oliver couldn’t stand it anymore. He could remake what he’d lost. Money wasn’t going to be a problem now. So new arrows were made and the kryptonite ones were locked away. He thought of destroying them, thought of getting rid of them, but a small flicker of paranoia whispered to him to keep them. Emergencies. They were only for emergencies.
A garage door stood in the back of the building and carefully, the motorcycle rolled out of it. His foot on the ground kept it steady. With a new paint job (a new everything, really), he wasn’t taking any chances. Crawling, steadily inching away, the garage door slid back into place and turning the bike around, the motor roared louder and he led it smoothly onto the street. A horn from an SUV blared as he tore out in front of it and that sound was all it took for the Green Arrow to feel a rush of excitement. Pure adrenaline filled his veins. He wanted a hunt. He longed for somebody stupid who would do the wrong thing at the wrong time. The bike flew, with a rider who was looking for something interesting enough to catch his eye.
Skidding to a stop at a street corner, the engine revved again. With only five other cars in front of him, he was alone to ponder his surroundings. There was left and right and downtown. Lawrence was brand new ground and he thought, distantly, that he should familiarize himself with it.