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Leonard: Vi you ok?
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Text {Vi}
Leonard: Vi you ok?
LOCKDOWN | Pamela, Len, Barbara & Lian
Pamela kept low as she rushed around the edges of the centre ballroom, heels long abandoned once she had Leonard had come across the beginnings of the chaos. There had been too many, too well-armed to be just guards, and all that had went through her mind had been Oliver. She had to find him, warn him, protect him if it came to it.
The air was growing... odd, something acrid that left a cloying taste at the back of her throat. Her eyes cast around the room in a daze, trying to find Oliver, or anyone who might know where he was, but she only saw the sea of people. Confused, terrified, some coughing frantically, others on the ground, looking as if they were struggling to even remain sitting up.
“Leonard.” She muttered warily as her eyes cast up to the air vents around the room, noticing something spilling out of them steadily. “We need to find him, did you look at the floor plans of this place do you know where he-” She stopped as she finally turned around to look at the man who had accompanied her on this foolish effort. The vent behind him washed the gas thick and fast over his now prone form. Damn him for being a fighter that she hadn’t heard him struggle, and damn her for not paying attention.
“Leonard!” She repeated, more frantic, kneeling down next to him and pulling him into her lap. “Don’t you dare do this to me.” She growled under her breath, gripping at an arm, his chest, his hand, trying to get a response other than the breathes and frantic fluttering of eyelids that told her he was at least alive. Her eyes scanned his face quickly, glowing a vibrant green and her skin turning the same as she called upon her powers. She could deliver poisons, surely she could deliver her own anti-toxins as well, right? She had never attempted it. Never had anyone worth making the attempt for. “C’mon.” She muttered, feeling the tingling sensation on her lips as she lowered them to kiss Len, praying that she was delivering something that would keep him awake, rather than a permanent end.
@frost-master @ixamxbatgirl @innocentlywicked
TEXT - EDDIE
Iris: If I die just know I love you. Whoever you're with tell them we're fine. I'm stuck with Patty and Felicity.. A lot of gas coming through the vent. Felicity is trying to get the door open with the electrical panel and my phone. The phone will probably die, so if I can't text you back.. I love you so much. Stay safe..
Tower of Terrors| EVENT
Sara watched the city lights dwindling in the distance. The night air running along the bare patches of skin. The morning sickness had just begun to fade but there were moments still that nagged at her. Her fingers curled around the stone railing, letting the chill permeate through her skin. The distant sound of feet meeting the marble landing echoed in her mind. The hair on the back of her neck rose steadily. If there was one thing she’d gotten from the league worth remembering was this. To be one with your surrounding, always being one step ahead of the enemy.
She unclasped the reinforced sleeve of her pant suit, letting the slim blade slip back into her the curve of her palm. If they wanted to fight, she’d never turn down the opportunity to kick some ass.
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LOCKDOWN || [Girlpower]
The first thing Patty heard was screaming. Screaming, bullets, and other noises that she couldn’t process that quickly. It caught her off guard-- she was just talking to Iris in a quieter area. She felt her heard jump inside her chest and she glanced around. It only her a second when she head a noise. Instantly she ran to the door. It was locked. She didn’t know how, but they were trapped. She turned to see who else was in the room. Iris, of course, they were just speaking. And it looked like Felicity. A woman she briefly knew and was acquainted with. She was friends with Barry, and the wife to a new friend. That’s when her eyes drifted up to above the woman’s head. “Please tell me that someone in here is a meta and hasn’t told me because I didn’t bring my gun, and I’m pretty sure that’s gas. Considering the other noises I’m hearing, it’s probably not harmless.” She pointed to the vent, looking at the other two women. This is the type of thing she was trained for. She knew how to keep her head, despite being scared shitless.
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“I’m fine. I just...I don’t drink at all.”
“I think this is the first time I’m at an event where I don’t have to write a story after.”
“I forgot just how much I hate these things. Socialites posturing at each other gets boring very quickly.”