Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2015 17:43:05 GMT -5
Star City. A eutopia standing tall of modern engineering. Or that was what could have been beleived. A shining testiment of those that came to call the place home. And yet in recent times, the city like a body, ended up showing it's weak points for exploiting and someone cutting into it, revealing it's heart. So Vulnerable and Pure. It's people simply wishing to not lose what they had, and simply fifty more years added onto their lives. No one could fault them. He often wished the same, but there was an old saying that an old friend had told him. 'Everything that we've built is a distraction. You can learn much from Silence.' On a island prison where he faced mercenaries, pirates, and left over world war two ordinance, he learned much from the silence of that place.
It was where it turned him into what he was today.
Blue eyes scanned accross the feeds that he had been tracking, Felcity's established network of hacked government and civilian databases being extremely thorough showed him things that showed him things. There they were; Metropolis, Central City, Gotham City, Middletown. Every last one of them were showing signs of people standing up. There were others that were out there. And he did not much care for the fact. What he cared for even less was the fact that they seemed to show powers far beyond anything that he had seen before. Reaching up he tapped his hand against the transparent screen, shutting down and freezing his search engines, he stood up. Leaving it, he turned away, collecting his bow and quiver, moving off to the side a machine.
A flick of a switch, the press of a button, the machine started to hum, shivering gently as it came up. And it was, the faint pop of something being shot out of a pipe and into the air. There Oliver's Blue eyes trained in on the mark and he saw it. Gotham. Someone like him. Someone that worked from the shadows, someone that utilized speed, accuracy and power to deliver one solid blow to which criminality in that city took weeks to recover from. That was probably the most deadly of those that were emerging. From what he could tell from what the files said broken bones, bruises and some sort of flying knife wounds. The thang of the string, the loose of a arrow, the shaft through the air, and then the tip buried deep through the flying Tennis Ball digging it into the solid wall of Concrete, ending that thought right then and there.
Then it happened a second pump, and then the faint bounce of the green ball bouncing down the way, and there those blue eyes watched, marking while thinking of Metropolis. Someone that had the strength in his one arm that could sucker punch a semi truck rig like a kicker could punt a field goal was not someone that he wished to displease. But despite that obvious power difference between that man and the rest of the city, there had yet to be one death that had been directly linked to that man's presence. Of that every detective report and every investigation led by reporters were certain to. Not even those that had actually attacked people, killed even. That sort of restraint was beyond anything that he'd ever seen. And then he let the arrow loose, sinking another arrow into the wall.
And then there was a knock on the table that drew him away from what he had been concentrating on. Turning his head away from the wall, he saw his partner and one of the first people he had ever actually considered an honest friend, John Diggle. "Sorry, seemed serious. Something on your mind, Oliver?" The man asked, and there he snorted and he nodded his head.
"The world's filling up Dig. With people that can't be controlled." He stated and that brought a snort and a bounce of the head as the dark skinned man wiped something from just below his nose.
"Yeah, the papers have really been eating these guys up.... So, What do you want to do." The man questioned, and there it was, what Oliver was waiting for. The Faint pump and then the bounce. Drawing the Arrow quickly, he spun around, noosed and loosed, letting it sail far and true, pericing the green hide and sticking it to the wall.
"Prepare for the worse."
It was where it turned him into what he was today.
Blue eyes scanned accross the feeds that he had been tracking, Felcity's established network of hacked government and civilian databases being extremely thorough showed him things that showed him things. There they were; Metropolis, Central City, Gotham City, Middletown. Every last one of them were showing signs of people standing up. There were others that were out there. And he did not much care for the fact. What he cared for even less was the fact that they seemed to show powers far beyond anything that he had seen before. Reaching up he tapped his hand against the transparent screen, shutting down and freezing his search engines, he stood up. Leaving it, he turned away, collecting his bow and quiver, moving off to the side a machine.
A flick of a switch, the press of a button, the machine started to hum, shivering gently as it came up. And it was, the faint pop of something being shot out of a pipe and into the air. There Oliver's Blue eyes trained in on the mark and he saw it. Gotham. Someone like him. Someone that worked from the shadows, someone that utilized speed, accuracy and power to deliver one solid blow to which criminality in that city took weeks to recover from. That was probably the most deadly of those that were emerging. From what he could tell from what the files said broken bones, bruises and some sort of flying knife wounds. The thang of the string, the loose of a arrow, the shaft through the air, and then the tip buried deep through the flying Tennis Ball digging it into the solid wall of Concrete, ending that thought right then and there.
Then it happened a second pump, and then the faint bounce of the green ball bouncing down the way, and there those blue eyes watched, marking while thinking of Metropolis. Someone that had the strength in his one arm that could sucker punch a semi truck rig like a kicker could punt a field goal was not someone that he wished to displease. But despite that obvious power difference between that man and the rest of the city, there had yet to be one death that had been directly linked to that man's presence. Of that every detective report and every investigation led by reporters were certain to. Not even those that had actually attacked people, killed even. That sort of restraint was beyond anything that he'd ever seen. And then he let the arrow loose, sinking another arrow into the wall.
And then there was a knock on the table that drew him away from what he had been concentrating on. Turning his head away from the wall, he saw his partner and one of the first people he had ever actually considered an honest friend, John Diggle. "Sorry, seemed serious. Something on your mind, Oliver?" The man asked, and there he snorted and he nodded his head.
"The world's filling up Dig. With people that can't be controlled." He stated and that brought a snort and a bounce of the head as the dark skinned man wiped something from just below his nose.
"Yeah, the papers have really been eating these guys up.... So, What do you want to do." The man questioned, and there it was, what Oliver was waiting for. The Faint pump and then the bounce. Drawing the Arrow quickly, he spun around, noosed and loosed, letting it sail far and true, pericing the green hide and sticking it to the wall.
"Prepare for the worse."