#verse: arrow

[xcapereality]

starter for @birdonawiresara

There were times when Yelena was fine taking orders from Valentina. It kept her busy and her mind preoccupied with matters other than the thoughts that so often swam around her mind and made her want to down a bottle of vodka. Then there were times where the woman drove her mad and she needed to put some distance between the two in order to keep the widow still hidden within her at bay.

That mixed with that fact that she was reminded that her team was a mess was enough to put Yelena out on the street that night. In an attempt to keep herself from drowning her sorrows, knowing it wouldn't be worth it in the morning - she brought Po along. If she wasn't going to stay sober for herself, at least she could make sure to keep her pet guinea pig protected - she didn't rescue him from that explosion for nothing.

Yelena had made it halfway from the Watchtower when her phone began to ring in her pocket. She let out a heavy sigh, using her free hand to retrieve her phone and bringing it up to her ear without even needing to look at the caller ID. "What do you have a tracker on me or something?" she asked the woman on the phone. Yelena had been too distracted mocking the woman on the other line as she spoke, that she hadn't seen the person coming right towards her before it was too late.

Bodies collided and Yelena heard the squeak of Po before they jumped from her hand in terror. "Shit! Valentina I have to go," she said as she hung up without waiting for the other to respond. Yelena shoved the person who had bumped into her and yelled at them that they needed to watch where they were going before she frantically searched the ground - hoping someone hadn't already turned Po into a pancake.

[damcned]

>@blcndexhacker​

‘ the arrow’s  little lover.  i thought you would be more geek-y. ‘ the female added, long curls slipped under her feline mask while brown orbs regarded over the intentious lair of the green arrow team it was her first time arriving in this famous starling city and she knew just where she could sign up for a light alliance. ‘ i am sorry, i haven’t introduced myself. i am catwoman. and i may have stolen something that you and your team want. ‘

[acanarycry]

💨 [Oliver]

💨 our  muses  are  trapped  inside  a  cabin  during  a  snow  storm. (still accepting!)

It was true, you never should take the word of a weather anchor when it came to how bad a storm might be. Mother nature always had plans of her own, and this snowstorm that they were dealing with was causing conditions outside to slowly deteriorate. The wind from the storm continued to howl eerily, almost strengthening by the hour. It was any wonder how the power remained for this long. Though, one could never be too prepared, which was exactly what Laurel took care of, making sure they had enough batteries for the flashlights on hand. Food supply would be a problem if they were stranded for more than just a night. That would be their luck, if they couldn’t get back home within the next 24 hours.

“Okay,” she began, entering the room where Oliver was. “There’s enough batteries to keep the flashlights alive if the power goes out. Don’t ask me how much food we have because I’m honestly hoping we don’t have to worry about the storm lasting that long.” Not to mention, she could really go for some Big Belly right about now. “Have you been able to get ahold of anyone?”

[the-golden-jackal-blog]

timeforanewtattoo Floyd shouldn’t have been so surprised that she knew where he lived. It was obviously time for him to pack his bags and find a new apartment to stay at. He should have moved weeks ago when someone attempted to break in. And with ARGUS out there, he definitely should be moving around every few weeks.  Granted, they had come to him a few times and paid him for a hit. That was beside the point. A job would come along and he would be back on their kill list. He hadn’t pulled the trigger yet simply because no one had paid him to kill the woman. If she got on his nerves, he was willing to make an exception though. The gun was set down on the edge of his bed and Floyd narrowed his good eye at her, taking note of the exhaustion on her face. Something must have happened, but why she would come to him was beyond Floyd. “So start talkin’. I ain’t got all day to hear whatever sob story you have.” 

Cal took a deep breath. "Good people are dead because I can't pull the trigger," she started. "I was working a job, stealing an art piece. France. Two weeks ago." He had probably seen the mess on the news. Two civilians and a guard killed when art thieves broke into the Louvre. 

 The truth was, the French government had hired The Golden Jackal to steal the painting because they knew it was at risk. She stole it, gave it to them, and they could take the credit for finding and saving a precious painting. 

 "I could have prevented those deaths. I knew who and what I was up against. I had time to stop them. But I couldn't pull the trigger." She paused. "How do you?" She just felt so lost. She could have saved them and she failed. He could have done it. Floyd Lawton could have saved them and she couldn't.