[He didn't know much about himself-- and, somehow, he didn't like that.
Oliver Queen held back from the crowd at the bar, offering smiles and idle chatter at anyone who hovered nearby and wanted company. The smiles were real, and so was the easy conversation about music, drinks, and the manner in which everyone had found themselves there that day... but so were the occasional, dark and furtive glances that he cast about the saloon when he thought no one was looking.
It was as if he were studying, and for the moment just preferred to keep his own counsel.
Later in the evening, when most of the dancing had quieted down, he would take to playing with the dartboard in the corner of the room. It was just an entertaining thing to do with his hands while the tequila he drank snaked its way through his system
He didn't expect a bullseye.
He certainly didn't expect several in a row.
A disbelieving grin spread across his face while he cast his eyes at the nearest person.]
Well, would you look at that?
Memories of the Living
[Ollie already didn't like the desert. The skies were too open, the sun was too hot, and the sand got everywhere. Like some beast from the forested wilds, he felt trapped and exposed.
Adding this on top of finding his own gravestone did nothing to still the discomfort that buzzed at his nerves, adding a restless spring to his step that only added to his aura of an ensnared predator.
The arrow that had been shot into the ground just before his headstone, where his heart would be if there was a casket buried underneath, didn't help.
Rolling his eyes, he stretched out his shoulders and looked askance at the nearest person.]
Please tell me you've found a way to skip out on this field trip. I'm done with this.
Oliver Queen | Smallville
[He didn't know much about himself-- and, somehow, he didn't like that.
Oliver Queen held back from the crowd at the bar, offering smiles and idle chatter at anyone who hovered nearby and wanted company. The smiles were real, and so was the easy conversation about music, drinks, and the manner in which everyone had found themselves there that day... but so were the occasional, dark and furtive glances that he cast about the saloon when he thought no one was looking.
It was as if he were studying, and for the moment just preferred to keep his own counsel.
Later in the evening, when most of the dancing had quieted down, he would take to playing with the dartboard in the corner of the room. It was just an entertaining thing to do with his hands while the tequila he drank snaked its way through his system
He didn't expect a bullseye.
He certainly didn't expect several in a row.
A disbelieving grin spread across his face while he cast his eyes at the nearest person.]
Well, would you look at that?
Memories of the Living
[Ollie already didn't like the desert. The skies were too open, the sun was too hot, and the sand got everywhere. Like some beast from the forested wilds, he felt trapped and exposed.
Adding this on top of finding his own gravestone did nothing to still the discomfort that buzzed at his nerves, adding a restless spring to his step that only added to his aura of an ensnared predator.
The arrow that had been shot into the ground just before his headstone, where his heart would be if there was a casket buried underneath, didn't help.
Rolling his eyes, he stretched out his shoulders and looked askance at the nearest person.]
Please tell me you've found a way to skip out on this field trip. I'm done with this.