Felicity Smoak (
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.
"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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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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With a snort at her own stupid, she finished putting everything away and looked up. She blinked when she saw the two monkeys looking at her from across the open expanse in front of her. "Why do I think this is not such a good thing?"
The words had barely left her mouth when the things started shrieking at her. She took a step back towards where the door was and the bigger of the two launched itself at her.
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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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Felicity was pretty sure she'd never been happier to hear his voice, which was saying something. She was less happy, though, to hear it further away from her than she'd have liked. The one good thing, okay, the only good thing, was that she was running in the right direction. Running at all had probably not been the smartest - she was the IT girl, not an athlete, but any fleeting thought she'd had about tree climbing had been dumped when she saw one of the hideous things coming down from a tree.
She thought she saw something like an Oliver-shaped silhouette through the brush ahead of her and she called his name again...just as she felt a lot of really sharp scratches down her back. "Crap," she said as she went down.
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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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She stopped herself, gave a countdown, and refocused, already getting her feet under her. "Just got my back, not my legs."
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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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"Can I suggest sooner instead of later?"
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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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As much as she wanted to at least make this end somewhat well, apart from the whole slashing monkey chasing thing, she thought she could at least cross the threshold into the hotel somewhat gracefully. She almost made it, but not quite. Or not at all. Because when her foot caught on a root on the jungle floor, Felicity tripped and landed face first on the hallway floor.
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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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She turned her head and tried to see her own back.
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She told herself the shiver was probably shock setting in, and didn't have anything to do with the way his hand moved over her skin. Nothing whatsoever.
"We should probably get out of the hallway, too, before someone comes by and asks entirely too many questions about the bow."
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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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Even with his hand on her arm playing havoc with her stomach, Felicity caught the wince and started looking over what she could see of him. "I know that look.Did they get you, too? And does that mean this time we'll have to play doctor with each other?"
There was a pause, then a mutter. "I hate my brain sometimes."
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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.
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