The Emerald Archer

My name is Oliver Queen. You may know me as the billionaire, playboy CEO of Queen Industries - and you would be right. Well, half right. That Oliver Queen died back on the island that I was stranded on for five years. That Oliver was stripped away...

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“Who did this?”

Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip emeraldbow​

“N-No one. I ran into a…door. I’m a klutz.I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” 

Was the nervous reply from the sixteen year old asshe turned her face away from the other’s overlyinquisitive gaze. Not that it wasn’t going to be thelast time she heard that question.

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“I’d like to meet the door that could cause a shiner like that. You’re gonna tell me the truth, now.”

Oliver was not in the mood to be lied to. If somebody had done this to her, he had to ensure that the same or worse was inflicted upon them. Eye for an eye, or, rather black eye for a black eye.

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// Hey there, it’s Munday and I haven’t done one of those in awhile. I still look basically the same. Maybe a little more in shape. Maybe a little older. I dunno. Whatever. Here. Goodbye. 

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prosportstop10:

Brian Dawkins is possessed on the football field.

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notesxnights:

“Yes, yes it did. Because he did ask me out and I had to tell him no. So yes it did kill me. And if I did wanna hang out with people my age, which I don’t, I’d go to a club. So no I don’t want someone who gets everything I’m into. What I need is to focus on work and my career. Not a boy. Or man or whatever.”

“How old are you again? You should be out having fun Elle! I’m not saying totally forget about your future, but live a little, huh? When I was your age, well, I had hair down to my shoulders and friends and women around me all the time. It was amazing. It was fun. Don’t grow up too quick. It gets progressively worse as your hair gets shorter. Do your hair a favour and have some fun!”

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notesxnights:

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“You do know there’s a certain place in hell for men like you, Oliver? Men who leave their friends alone with people they don’t want to be with. And if you weren’t so tall and the playing field was a bit more even with say oh a staff or a bow and arrows I’d be making you pay oh so dearly for that act of treachery.”

“Tried hell once, didn’t much care for it. He’s a nice guy! Did it really ill you to hang out with him? He didn’t try to make a move on you or anything. Lord knows the kid needs friends his own age, and not to let the cat out of the bag, but the past week you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with somebody who’s at least a decade older than you. Don’t you want someone who knows what you kids do these days? The pot plants? The video games? The comic books?”

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notesxnights:

“No, no. No bathroom, rendezvous, Mister. You don’t need a fix, you need the right one because that oasis won’t make you happy. Or at least last a while. Besides you wouldn’t let that happen to me either and if I’m not getting any then neither are you.”

“Oh, funny you should mention getting some, look who it is! Hey Dick! What a coincidence. Wow, you frequent this pub? Woah. WOW. That’s interesting. Cool! Drinks? Us? Wow, sure. But, wowee, look at the time. I’m getting pretty old, y’know. This time of night is usually my Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune time. Gosh, kids. Sorry I can’t stay. Wow. Gosh. Glad you met up though, have fun! Okay, bye now! Bye!”

-runs away-

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panarohill:

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notesxnights:

“Sure, Oliver. Hot as a desert. Like your desert like lonely drought patch. So shots for the both of us. Don’t worry, I’ll call you a cab and make sure some bimbo in the bathroom doesn’t take advantage of you.”

“No, please. Please let her take advantage of me. I won’t even scream, just, just please. She would be like an oasis in this desert, just, just let me have this! Two shots.” 

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notesxnights:

“Admit it. Our love life sucks. Lets go drink away our pain while you tell me more about your stuff. Sounds interesting then. Lets get going. I’m starting to think we should do shots everytime we’re sad.”

“My love life does not suck! I’m just in a dry patch right now. Not so much a dry patch as a drought, but none the less, I’m as hot as ever!”

-frowns-

“Well, there’s one guaranteed shot for me.”

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the-theme-is:

Artist: The Four Seasons Track: Walk Like a Man Album: Big Girls Don’t Cry and Twelve Others Year: 1963 Theme: Walking

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notesxnights:

-sigh- 

“Figures all the hot brilliant perfectly romantic ones go for blondes. Just my luck. Anyway, Charming, if you’ve got the booze then I’m in the mood for reminiscing and what not. Lets go before I actually get called in.”

“Hot, brill- nevermind. He’s not all he’s cracked out to be you know! Just because he’s got everything and Felici-”

-clears throat-

“Let’s go. Just on the corner. There’s a great pub there. The Old Triangle.”

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notesxnights:

“You wish! Sorry, Mr. Millionaire. You’re one the handsome rich CEO I’ve been crushing on all through high school. That place belongs to Ray Palmer. Now if you set me up with him I would love you forever. As far as poison goes then anything that burns going down and hits you hard the next morning.”

“I’m pretty sure Ray is spoken for by a beautiful blon- y’know what, not the time or place. Sorry, you only get Prince Charming. I think I have just the stuff for you, y’know, unless you really need to go catch that late shift.”

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notesxnights:

“Depends. How detailed do you want it? Because we might just wanna skip a bar, go to a liquor store, buy a couple of bottles and hunker down somewhere. Not to mention where to start?”

“Woah, woah. Are you asking me out on a date now? I’m flattered and all, but see, I’m a little old for you, and you’re kinda already taken by Dick, so...” was the playful banter that Oli chimed. “But, that’s not a horrible idea. What’s your poison of preference?”

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notesxnights:

“Same difference. And no. The deal is story for story, you’re sweetening the deal because you can afford it. If I could pay you off so I don’t have to talk about it then I would. Secondly I don’t want you calling my boss at ten at night or else I’d lose my job.”

“Fine, Miss Priss. But you don’t get to skip any details. You tell me a story like you’ve never told anybody else.”

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notesxnights:

“Fiiine, but to be honest your stories sound just as depressing as mine. And you get to go first and pay. And pay for the taxi if we’re taking one. Actually you’re the millionaire, you get to pay for everything. Deal? Deal! Lets go ring up that tab.”

“Billionaire.” Oliver corrected. “But yes, it’s all on me. I pay for everything in money, you pay with stories. We have a deal?”

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notesxnights:

“I really secretly hate you sometimes. Like right now. Fine, there’s no late shift I’m supposed to have. But I can take one. Come on, Oliver. You so do not want to hear about my angsty teen dramas or me being nearly drowned in the school pool.”

“Then I’ll make you a deal. Story for a story. You tell me something, I’ll tell you something about my island paradise experience, hm? How’s that sound? Good! I’m buying. Come, come.”

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notesxnights:

“Umm….funny thing is that um..I think I’m supposed to be pulling a late shift tonight. Yup. I am. Too bad. Besides those stories are kinda depressing.”

“Late shift, how convenient. You wouldn’t mind if I walked you to work then? And came in to check it out. Y’know, seeing as it’s almost ten p.m. and you’re here with me right now.”