Post by looker on Aug 25, 2015 0:00:48 GMT -5
Looker: "Y'all got any more of d-dem uh...crackers?" A very scrawny man continued to bug a group of teens on the Blue Line. Emily rolled her eyes at the poorly dressed man and the obnoxious skater boys. She hadn't been on the subway since tweed business suits had died. "Would you get the fuck out of here?" The boys began yelling at the man. 'So fucking loud...' Emily thought, 'The streets are full of too many people. I can't risk their safety.' A loud sigh was drowned out by the sound of the train doors opening.
Roy Harper: What...the hell was Roy doing back in this city again? He didn't like being back home, it made him upset, frankly. Mostly because of the fact that he could run into Oliver at any moment and he didn't want to do that at all. So, instead of driving or walking, he took the subway. With the fact that Felicity kept luring him back to the city for help or Jumanji games, he had been returning more and more. He rubbed his forehead as he walked into the car where a man who seemed to be down on his luck was being shouted at by some skater punks. With that, he made his way over to the scrawny man and smirked, lifting a wad of cash from his pocket, handing it over. "There you go. Now you can buy all the crackers you want. But if you go off and buy booze, I'll know. Im good with faces." He said, giving the man a pat on the shoulder to send him on his way before looking at the punks, giving a shake of his head. The ginger loomed over them, his emerald eyes widening. "Get outta here."
Looker: The man looked at the wad of cash for a long time. He almost didn't believe it was real. "Thanks, son." His hands shook as he took the money, a sign of disbelief. The man left in a hurry to get McDonald's. That she could read from his mind. Emily looked at the young man who had handed his own money over. "You ought to be more careful. The subway doesn't make a great bank vault." Talking to strangers wasn't exactly safe either. Though she figured a conversation couldn't hurt. After all, she could tell he was human. That was the most important part. Earlier, that day she had been in the middle of an opening to her designer store. Everything had gone smoothly until a spectre showed up at the unveiling causing all sorts of damage to the place. For some reason the spectre had been targeting her in the form of a woman. But, no woman would be stupid enough to try and kill Looker. Mirrors had fallen, the ceiling caved in, a taxi almost ran her over, and her carbon monoxide detector went off in her penthouse. One thing was for sure, the spectre had no idea how to kill a vampire.
Roy Harper: His eyes cast over to Emily as she spoke just before watching the skate punks scurry off to another car. He sat in their place and stared at her, tilting his head some. "Well, good thing Im not a rich man....Anymore..." He mumbled, shaking his head a little bit. "Anyway, gotta show a little respect to people. The man is clearly not eating well and all he needed was a little help. You know? Seeing as there are a few people that have helped me monumentally, I pay it forward when I can." Flicking the brim of his cap, he stared over at Emily, his eyes clearly visible now. "You aren't from around here, that much I can tell..."
Looker: She rolled her eyes this time. Little punk! Emily wasn't that much of a prissy-looking thing...was she? "Got a problem with it?" Her Prada heels clacked against the tin floor once she turned with her hands on her hips. There was no way he could be that much trouble for her, but there was no way she was letting her guard down. Did he want her purse? Maybe her jewelry? Was that classist? Her body tensed slightly. Looker could tell that the old Emily was not please with her thoughts. That was what she got for being Ms. Boring. It was much more fun to be Looker anyway. She would have to deal. The lights suddenly flickered on the train. It was soon after that the lights went out and the emergency ones kicked on. "Fuck." Emily had never been this afraid of the dark.
Roy Harper: "No problem. Just sayin'. It's obvious that you aren't. No one in their right mind in this city wears Prada heels on the subway. I believe in wearing what you want, but you're asking to be mugged." Rubbed the back of his head with a smirk. He wasn't trying to rob her, nor did he want her purse. Roy'd been in that life and sought of leave it for a good reason and he didn't plan on going back to it, frankly. Now, he took up any work he could find that'd put his skills to good use, even if some people ended up with arrows put in them. When the lights flickered out, he shifted his gaze to Emily as she vocalized some sort of fear. But, Roy new better than to simply chalk the outage up as simply that. His gut told him something was up.
Looker: "Well, it's not like I really planned to run down here in the middle of the night." Her eyes scanned over the train car until she saw a window with a bit of frost climbing its way upward. "S-Say, it's getting a bit chilly in here. Why don't we get somewhere warmer?" He was going to think that she was a hooker. Dammit. Emily couldn't risk letting a civilian die...in public. Her toes pointed towards the door of the next train car. She was ready to sprint at this point. The lights flickered once more causing her fists to clench. "We can't stay here. It's not safe."
Roy Harper: Roy noticed that the train car was getting colder by the second, noticing the frost on the windows. He frowned a little and let his emerald gaze shift over toward Emily, his frown evident. "Can you stop acting like you don't know what's going on. Clearly you do. I may look like a bum, but Im not, I promise." He said, shaking his head before moving to one of the doors opening it to the next car, holding it open for her to follow. "Lets go before you get me killed, whoever you are."
Looker: Emily rolled her eyes at the boy. What the hell did he know? He was practically a kid! "Look, my name is Emily. And I don't care who you are, but I'm not letting you die on my watch today. I've had a hell of a day and don't plan on dying...again." She reluctantly stepped through the doorway just as the car began to freeze over. "Dammit. How far is the next stop? We might not be able to last long in here if it comes down to it."
Roy Harper: "Emily. Well, Im Roy, and I don't plan on dying on my own watch. I've been through way too much shit in the past to die on a train speeding underground." He shook his head then stopped halfway through the train car. "Actually, not the worst way to go. Could be worse..." He remarked, moving again toward the next door. "Well, no need to try and wait to get frozen. We keep moving until we cant go any further. Hopefully we get to the next station before then. Maybe we wont get stuck in a metal tube."
Looker: "I would prefer it if it would just leave." She was scowling now. Emily was beyond pissed. This spirit was really getting on her nerves. "Alright this is going to sound really weird, but do you have any salt on you?" The vampyress licked her left canine tooth in annoyance. If she could find at least one object to cast even the smallest protection spell for the two of them then they could at least last for the rest of the ride. "Don't worry it's going to get much weirder later on." Her red hair bounced around each time the car jumped on the tracks. This was much worse than a boat ride. Motion sickness was the worst on public transportation.
Roy Harper: "Salt. Yeah, sure, I come prepared with over 6 different seasonings for any impromptu cooking I just might do." Roy quipped before letting his eyebrows knit, showing his displeasure. "Im sure it will. As I said, I've been through a lot." Arsenal's experiences ranged from fighting alongside the Justice Leagues best right on down to interplanetary warfare. The only time he'd ever been involved with spirits of any kind were in a small town and the Outlaws were still roving the planet.
Looker: Emily remembered her pocket mirror in her purse and grinned. "Well then. Let's see how you handle spectres." She bit into her thumb hard enough to draw blood. "Circle circle star star..." The mirror shimmered momentarily causing the frost in the other car to melt. "Bitchin'." Her thumb was immediately stuck into her mouth to stop the blood from rushing out. "I'm going to need a drink after this. How old are you? Doesn't matter. Platinum credit card works every time."
"Spectres? Ghosts? Or....you know what, it doesn't matter, so long as you've got something to take care of them, I'm sure I'll be fine." He responded, looking about for a moment. He was sure that his bow and arrows wouldn't be of much use against Spectres at all, so he held off on drawing it just yet. "Drink? Oh Im old enough to drink but I wont be doing it. Im a recovering alcoholic. 12 step program, and all.
Emily turned back to give Roy a look of sympathy except, it wasn't really sympathy. "How does one recover from--you know what, doesn't matter. I can't really digest food, but how about a milkshake? Is that what you kids drink these days?" Her super-hearing caught the faint sound of a wail echoing through the tunnel. It must have gotten scared off by the spell. At least the milkshake shoppe would have enough reflective sources. "You and me are going to have a hell of a night. I hope you've watched Nightmare on Elm Street."
"You kids? Alright, you're setting fire to the bridge. You've got time to put it out, but you've gotta act fast. And...a milkshake sounds great." He said, lifting his arms to cross one over the other to stretch his shoulder out a bit. "I haven't, I was...preoccupied most of my life." Roy lifted his hand to tuck his cap down tighter on his head as he looked around. "Alright, so what's the exit plan here? I mean, we cant stay in the metal tube underground."
"Right...the whole human thing. Well, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. And by that I mean either I climb out of here in a pair of prada heels or I rip the back door open." She took out a spare tissue out of her purse and walked over to the car door. "Ugh...public transportation is so damn grody." Her hand clasped the handle with the tissue. Emily pulled back with very little force, but still causing the hinges to break.
Roy Harper: What...the hell was Roy doing back in this city again? He didn't like being back home, it made him upset, frankly. Mostly because of the fact that he could run into Oliver at any moment and he didn't want to do that at all. So, instead of driving or walking, he took the subway. With the fact that Felicity kept luring him back to the city for help or Jumanji games, he had been returning more and more. He rubbed his forehead as he walked into the car where a man who seemed to be down on his luck was being shouted at by some skater punks. With that, he made his way over to the scrawny man and smirked, lifting a wad of cash from his pocket, handing it over. "There you go. Now you can buy all the crackers you want. But if you go off and buy booze, I'll know. Im good with faces." He said, giving the man a pat on the shoulder to send him on his way before looking at the punks, giving a shake of his head. The ginger loomed over them, his emerald eyes widening. "Get outta here."
Looker: The man looked at the wad of cash for a long time. He almost didn't believe it was real. "Thanks, son." His hands shook as he took the money, a sign of disbelief. The man left in a hurry to get McDonald's. That she could read from his mind. Emily looked at the young man who had handed his own money over. "You ought to be more careful. The subway doesn't make a great bank vault." Talking to strangers wasn't exactly safe either. Though she figured a conversation couldn't hurt. After all, she could tell he was human. That was the most important part. Earlier, that day she had been in the middle of an opening to her designer store. Everything had gone smoothly until a spectre showed up at the unveiling causing all sorts of damage to the place. For some reason the spectre had been targeting her in the form of a woman. But, no woman would be stupid enough to try and kill Looker. Mirrors had fallen, the ceiling caved in, a taxi almost ran her over, and her carbon monoxide detector went off in her penthouse. One thing was for sure, the spectre had no idea how to kill a vampire.
Roy Harper: His eyes cast over to Emily as she spoke just before watching the skate punks scurry off to another car. He sat in their place and stared at her, tilting his head some. "Well, good thing Im not a rich man....Anymore..." He mumbled, shaking his head a little bit. "Anyway, gotta show a little respect to people. The man is clearly not eating well and all he needed was a little help. You know? Seeing as there are a few people that have helped me monumentally, I pay it forward when I can." Flicking the brim of his cap, he stared over at Emily, his eyes clearly visible now. "You aren't from around here, that much I can tell..."
Looker: She rolled her eyes this time. Little punk! Emily wasn't that much of a prissy-looking thing...was she? "Got a problem with it?" Her Prada heels clacked against the tin floor once she turned with her hands on her hips. There was no way he could be that much trouble for her, but there was no way she was letting her guard down. Did he want her purse? Maybe her jewelry? Was that classist? Her body tensed slightly. Looker could tell that the old Emily was not please with her thoughts. That was what she got for being Ms. Boring. It was much more fun to be Looker anyway. She would have to deal. The lights suddenly flickered on the train. It was soon after that the lights went out and the emergency ones kicked on. "Fuck." Emily had never been this afraid of the dark.
Roy Harper: "No problem. Just sayin'. It's obvious that you aren't. No one in their right mind in this city wears Prada heels on the subway. I believe in wearing what you want, but you're asking to be mugged." Rubbed the back of his head with a smirk. He wasn't trying to rob her, nor did he want her purse. Roy'd been in that life and sought of leave it for a good reason and he didn't plan on going back to it, frankly. Now, he took up any work he could find that'd put his skills to good use, even if some people ended up with arrows put in them. When the lights flickered out, he shifted his gaze to Emily as she vocalized some sort of fear. But, Roy new better than to simply chalk the outage up as simply that. His gut told him something was up.
Looker: "Well, it's not like I really planned to run down here in the middle of the night." Her eyes scanned over the train car until she saw a window with a bit of frost climbing its way upward. "S-Say, it's getting a bit chilly in here. Why don't we get somewhere warmer?" He was going to think that she was a hooker. Dammit. Emily couldn't risk letting a civilian die...in public. Her toes pointed towards the door of the next train car. She was ready to sprint at this point. The lights flickered once more causing her fists to clench. "We can't stay here. It's not safe."
Roy Harper: Roy noticed that the train car was getting colder by the second, noticing the frost on the windows. He frowned a little and let his emerald gaze shift over toward Emily, his frown evident. "Can you stop acting like you don't know what's going on. Clearly you do. I may look like a bum, but Im not, I promise." He said, shaking his head before moving to one of the doors opening it to the next car, holding it open for her to follow. "Lets go before you get me killed, whoever you are."
Looker: Emily rolled her eyes at the boy. What the hell did he know? He was practically a kid! "Look, my name is Emily. And I don't care who you are, but I'm not letting you die on my watch today. I've had a hell of a day and don't plan on dying...again." She reluctantly stepped through the doorway just as the car began to freeze over. "Dammit. How far is the next stop? We might not be able to last long in here if it comes down to it."
Roy Harper: "Emily. Well, Im Roy, and I don't plan on dying on my own watch. I've been through way too much shit in the past to die on a train speeding underground." He shook his head then stopped halfway through the train car. "Actually, not the worst way to go. Could be worse..." He remarked, moving again toward the next door. "Well, no need to try and wait to get frozen. We keep moving until we cant go any further. Hopefully we get to the next station before then. Maybe we wont get stuck in a metal tube."
Looker: "I would prefer it if it would just leave." She was scowling now. Emily was beyond pissed. This spirit was really getting on her nerves. "Alright this is going to sound really weird, but do you have any salt on you?" The vampyress licked her left canine tooth in annoyance. If she could find at least one object to cast even the smallest protection spell for the two of them then they could at least last for the rest of the ride. "Don't worry it's going to get much weirder later on." Her red hair bounced around each time the car jumped on the tracks. This was much worse than a boat ride. Motion sickness was the worst on public transportation.
Roy Harper: "Salt. Yeah, sure, I come prepared with over 6 different seasonings for any impromptu cooking I just might do." Roy quipped before letting his eyebrows knit, showing his displeasure. "Im sure it will. As I said, I've been through a lot." Arsenal's experiences ranged from fighting alongside the Justice Leagues best right on down to interplanetary warfare. The only time he'd ever been involved with spirits of any kind were in a small town and the Outlaws were still roving the planet.
Looker: Emily remembered her pocket mirror in her purse and grinned. "Well then. Let's see how you handle spectres." She bit into her thumb hard enough to draw blood. "Circle circle star star..." The mirror shimmered momentarily causing the frost in the other car to melt. "Bitchin'." Her thumb was immediately stuck into her mouth to stop the blood from rushing out. "I'm going to need a drink after this. How old are you? Doesn't matter. Platinum credit card works every time."
"Spectres? Ghosts? Or....you know what, it doesn't matter, so long as you've got something to take care of them, I'm sure I'll be fine." He responded, looking about for a moment. He was sure that his bow and arrows wouldn't be of much use against Spectres at all, so he held off on drawing it just yet. "Drink? Oh Im old enough to drink but I wont be doing it. Im a recovering alcoholic. 12 step program, and all.
Emily turned back to give Roy a look of sympathy except, it wasn't really sympathy. "How does one recover from--you know what, doesn't matter. I can't really digest food, but how about a milkshake? Is that what you kids drink these days?" Her super-hearing caught the faint sound of a wail echoing through the tunnel. It must have gotten scared off by the spell. At least the milkshake shoppe would have enough reflective sources. "You and me are going to have a hell of a night. I hope you've watched Nightmare on Elm Street."
"You kids? Alright, you're setting fire to the bridge. You've got time to put it out, but you've gotta act fast. And...a milkshake sounds great." He said, lifting his arms to cross one over the other to stretch his shoulder out a bit. "I haven't, I was...preoccupied most of my life." Roy lifted his hand to tuck his cap down tighter on his head as he looked around. "Alright, so what's the exit plan here? I mean, we cant stay in the metal tube underground."
"Right...the whole human thing. Well, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. And by that I mean either I climb out of here in a pair of prada heels or I rip the back door open." She took out a spare tissue out of her purse and walked over to the car door. "Ugh...public transportation is so damn grody." Her hand clasped the handle with the tissue. Emily pulled back with very little force, but still causing the hinges to break.