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Felicity Smoak ([personal profile] three_two_one) wrote2014-02-17 09:06 pm

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Felicity was trying to work on her digital map of the hotel. She just had a few more tweaks and the app would be ready for the smartphone network...but she couldn't stop staring at the little hunk of metal on her desk. The one she couldn't make work.

"God, I hate mysteries."

She picked it up and looked at it again. Nothing. Not a thrum of power, not a blip on her multimeter. Zip. Squat. Then, in one of those moments that was probably the start of a really bad idea, her eyes flicked from the tracker to the map. She tapped a few keys and called up the application and switched to design view. There it was, one of the doors that lead outside of the construct they lived in now. The arena.

Her feet were moving before her brain could remind her of a dozen impulsive ideas that never, ever turned out right. She only stopped long enough to grab her tablet, her multimeter, her phone, and a handful of different wires and components that she stuffed into her pocket as she walked.

Two hours later, though if you asked her she'd say she'd only been there ten minutes, she was recording the wave patterns of the information coming off the tracker and monitoring the power draw.

She was so focused, she didn't even see the monkeys gathering around her.
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[personal profile] lianyu 2014-02-28 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Felicity had a talent for landing herself in trouble. If Oliver was going to be fair, he blamed himself for it; helping a vigilante never made for a life of peace and quiet. But he at least knew she enjoyed herself, and got to exercise her skills more than she might have if she was still in the IT department at Queen Consolidated.

And selfishly, Oliver was glad he'd taken the step to ask her aboard. She made for a good friend, especially when she was the only face he was pleased to see around the hotel. He wasn't surprised to see she wasn't in her room when he stopped by to see if she wanted to grab lunch, but was a little alarmed by the door creaking open when he knocked.

Oliver called her name as he walked in, and decided he was probably being worried for no reason. These weren't like most modern hotel doors - there was every possibility that a door didn't latch shut when it should have.

He was disappointed to see she wasn't there, that much Oliver could admit to himself. He gave the room one last look, and was prepared to leave when his eye caught her laptop. One of the many (and still too few, in some regards) things he knew about Felicity was her attachment to her electronics. Curiosity (and maybe a little worry) took over, and Oliver walked over to the laptop to see what she was last working on.

"Felicity," he hissed under his breath. He knew that door; had opened it accidentally one morning and the overwhelming smell of blood on the humid jungle air had kept him far away since. "What are you doing?"
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[personal profile] lianyu 2014-03-08 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Oliver was not the sort to take any chances; the moment he even thought Felicity could be in trouble, he headed back to his room and pulled out his bow and the outfit. The change was quick, and while he hadn't had any use for his skills in the hotel, they came back quickly enough.

Stepping through the door led to a change so complete that Oliver had to stop and orient himself. He'd stepped out into some kind of jungle, but it felt off somehow. A little too dense, a little too humid. Droplets of sweat were already forming on his forehead as he searched for and quickly picked up a trail that he hoped was Felicity's.

He had to be grateful that she hadn't strayed far at all - he'd already started forward when he heard shrieking not too far away. Oliver discarded all grace and crashed through the jungle toward the sounds.

He initially wrote the monkeys off as part of the jungle population, but as he passed by, the hissing and shrieking seemed to be directed at him. A few tried to jump at him, but Oliver put arrows in them and barely heard the bodies fall to the jungle floor.

"Felicity!"
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[personal profile] lianyu 2014-03-10 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Shooting at and punching giant, overly aggressive monkeys as he crashed through jungle was not how Oliver envisioned his day going when he woke up that morning.

He broke through a tree line just in time to see Felicity go down, and put an arrow through the monkey's eye without a second glance. Oliver was at her side a second later, and he crouched protectively over Felicity's body as he kept the animals at bay. "Can you get up?"
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[personal profile] lianyu 2014-03-11 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good." Oliver helped Felicity up, eyes still on the monkeys, most of which had retreated just far enough to begin creating a pack. Easier to hunt down prey when there's organization, of a sort. Oliver understood that - but he also refused to go down at the hands of a pack of monkeys.

He had his bow trained on a few monkeys that were starting to block off the direction they needed to head back in. "When I start shooting, we run."
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[personal profile] lianyu 2014-03-16 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Go, don't stop!" Oliver barely has the command out before he starts shooting again, fallen animals creating a hole for them to run through. He sticks to Felicity's back, never more than a few feet away and the only thing between her and the pressing danger as they make their way through the jungle.

Unfortunately they're on the monkeys' turf, and as comfortable as Oliver is in a jungle environment, he doesn't know this jungle the way the monkeys do. He can see the door and the familiar hotel hallway through it as he takes a swipe to the arm and he slows a step. "Keep going!"
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[personal profile] lianyu 2014-03-22 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Ungraceful as it may be, Oliver's glad to see Felicity make it through the door. He wastes one more arrow to take down the monkey that scratched him, giving him just enough of a gap between himself and the rest of the pack - enough to grab the edge of the door as he goes through it, hopping over Felicity's body.

He doesn't hear the door slam behind him as he crashes into the wall, leaving a smear of blood to ruin the wallpaper. Oliver still brings his bow up and points it at the door, but the only sounds left are his and Felicity's breathing in the silence around them.

When the door doesn't budge - doesn't even look as though there could be a jungle full of lethal animals behind it - Oliver drops to Felicity's side, his hand hovering over the scratches and bloodied shirt on her back. "Are you okay?"
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[personal profile] lianyu 2014-03-25 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Felicity talking and talking means she's okay to some degree - or at least feeling good enough to fake being okay, and he relaxes for a moment. His adrenaline is still pumping, but the hand he puts on Felicity's shoulder is gentle, and when she tries to twist around to see her back, he moves it to the side of her head. "Don't. It'll hurt if you try to look."
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[personal profile] lianyu 2014-03-26 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's clean," Oliver says, and he leaves out for now, because infection is a very real possibility. He's never seen animals act like that unless their territory was being encroached on, and even then, most didn't attack without being provoked first. Those monkeys acted like they were bred for aggression.

He curls his hand around Felicity's arm, and helps her up, wincing as the adrenaline fades and the pain of his own injuries kicks in.

"I've have an emergency kit in my room." Though there hasn't been cause for putting one together, Oliver had slowly gathered all the items he'd need for one and stashed it in his room just in case something like this happened. He has never been anything but over prepared ever since the island.
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[personal profile] lianyu 2014-03-31 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Hopefully we won't need any stitches," Oliver says, happy to keep talking and keeping them moving down the hall and toward his room. "I'm not exactly prepared for that, yet."

Oh, he has a small travel sewing kit, but it's not sanitary or effective. Straight needle, sewing thread - it'll do in a pinch, but it's not the best.