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Post by Oliver Queen on Jan 16, 2014 11:05:17 GMT -6
Oliver never thought he would actually be relieved to be back on the island. After however long he had spent on that boat, he was glad to be back with his friends, though the situation was far from ideal. Slade was severely injured and Oliver was worried for him each step the man took. Shado was avoiding him after discovering what kind of man he was. And Sara . . . well, he had no idea what she had been through and was afraid to know the answer. Relief over her survival had been short lived for it had quickly been replaced with that fear and worry over what she had to endure. If it was anything like what he had endured on the island . . . then he wondered if death would have been a blessing for them both.
In addition to that fear, there was the guilt. He had believed her dead and he carried that with him, knowing he was responsible for her passing. But now, it was a whole new level of guilt he carried. He hadn't been able to leave her behind even though this may have placed her in more danger. She was now part of the group being chased, rather than the ones chasing. Still, if they found a way off this island, she could return home and be with her family once again. That hope was all that kept Oliver going right now. That, and his father's sacrifice.
They had decided to rest, as Slade was in need of it. Shado remained at his side, caring for him while still avoiding Oliver. He would give her that space, knowing that Slade's need for her was greater right now. Instead, Oliver went to Sara. They hadn't had the chance to properly talk. The only time they had alone was when she had set him up to use the radio, revealing that his friends were indeed on the island. But Oliver knew that they had to do whatever it took to survive. And Sara was just doing what she had needed to. "Hey," he said, approaching her. "How are you doing?" He was worried about her. She shouldn't be here. She should be home in Starling, with her mother, father and Laurel.
Location: Lian Yi
Time of Day: Late Afternoon/Early Evening
Timeline: On the Island
Tag: Sara Lance
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Post by danigirl on Jan 17, 2014 18:56:45 GMT -6
Sara Lance was once again adrift. Though no longer lost at sea, the small tether she'd had to this world had just been broken. She didn't like Anthony Ivo. He was intelligent, methodical and fanatically committed to his cause. He truly thought he was going to change the world. Sara knew he was a deranged madman. But he'd been her anchor this last year. He protected her from The Captain and his men. She knew the fate she would suffer at their hands.
So she'd chosen the lesser of two evils. In her head, she knew it was the best decision. That didn't assuage the the guilt that had been slowly eating away at her. She'd done her share of terrible things in order to survive-assisting Dr. Ivo by tricking Oliver into betraying his friends location was just the most recent.
Oliver. She turned to see him making his way toward her. She'd been in utter shock when she realized who they'd brought aboard the Amazo. The time spent on the boat was the only thing that stopped her from going to him. She'd learned to show no emotion or reaction at all around these men. And what was the first thing she did? Betray his trust. Would he believe her if she told him she did it to protect him? To save him? She hoped so-after all, he'd saved her when it was supposed to his rescue. Still, that hole in her gut was staring to churn.
He came to a stop in front of her, asking how she was doing. She still wasn't sure what to feel, so she took the easy way out. "Fine," she replied. He looked haggard, no doubt worried about his friend. Not sure what else to say, she asked, "How's your friend?"
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Post by Oliver Queen on Jan 18, 2014 17:55:08 GMT -6
Oliver knew she was not fine. She was far from it. Even if he didn't know her as well as he did . . . no person could possibly be fine after all this. And he knew that he wasn't even aware of half of what she had been through. Being under the wrath of a man like Ivo though, his mind feared to imagine it. She asked how Slade was doing and Oliver instinctively looked toward them in the near distance. He felt so helpless to aid Slade. Shado was the one who knew about remedies and all that . . . but he could see it on her face. She was worried. Because he was growing weaker by the hour. "He's strong," was all Oliver could say. Slade was a fighter. But every man had his limits. His strength and resilience was what had made him survive this long from such a brutal attack resulting in such severe injuries. Forcing himself to turn his gaze from his two friends, he rested it on Sara once more. He didn't want to think about losing Slade. Yao Fei's death had been hard enough, for he had saved Oliver repeatedly. He didn't want to lose another friend here.
Looking at Sara his mind began to flood with different thoughts and questions. When he thought her dead, he had often thought of everything he wished he could say to her if he could see her just one more time. And now that she was here, he couldn't form proper words. He felt like there was so much to say, and yet . . . nothing at all. He took a seat next to her, trying to gather himself and figure out what to do. "I'm sorry, Sara." That was one thing that he had often longed to say. He knew that after everythinng he'd done . . . him being responsible for everything that happened to her, one measely apology couldn't make up for it. Even though he spoke it with the utmost sincerity, even if it came from his heart. How could one word compensate for everything? He knew the answer: it couldn't.
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