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Post by Felicity Smoak on Dec 31, 2013 11:17:14 GMT -6
Felicity wasn't watching him but the road, so she missed one of her favorite thing--the slight almost smile that Oliver sometimes got when she was making a fool of herself. Instead she heard his words. About Thea being fond of Walter, Walter being a good man, and her personal favorite was him agreeing to letting her go with him for the visit. It might help both of them with her there? She hoped she could give them both comfort.
He went on to say Walter was a good friend and would be happy to see her. "We email, so yes I've kept up with him." For more then one reason. "Both because he is a friend and....and just in case." Oliver might have left after the quake, but Felicity had not wanted any backlash from the people in charge to touch Walter again. "He asked me what happened to the notebook. I had to tell him I gave it too you. I think he credits a lot of things to you. Like your mother trying to help in the end."
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Post by Oliver Queen on Dec 31, 2013 12:08:16 GMT -6
He was glad to hear that she was keeping an eye on Walter. He supposed that with Malcolm's goal achieved -- somewhat achieved -- the book was now practically useless. But still. It was reassuring to hear that Walter was safe. Especially after all that time he had been held prisoner. Though Oliver was a bit surprised to hear that Walter credited a great deal to him which . . . Oliver couldn't agree with. Yet several seemed to think the same, whether it was crediting something good to Oliver, or the Vigilante. How wrong they all were. "I'm glad to hear he is doing well," Oliver said, not wanting to say anything that would lead back into a conversation about The Hood. "He deserves that, at the very least." For all that he had been through, because of his father, his mother, and even him.
Walter had always given people the benefit of the doubt. He had even given his mother a second chance. There was no possible way that Oliver could think anything but highly of the man. "That's good, that you told him that." He didn't want Walter to think the books were still surfacing. His mother had destroyed one copy . . . but Oliver had the one from his father. But none of that mattered anymore. "We can all put the list to rest," he added. Including Walter who's questions were probably all answered with his mother's confession, the events, and the news coverage which he was certain dominated the channels, and was still doing so with Moira's trial coming up.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Dec 31, 2013 21:15:07 GMT -6
Walter was a good man. He had supported a family that wasn't his own, come in and given them love. His wife had lied to him, and while Moria had her reasons, she had cost him six months of his life. Held in fear, and alone. Felicity knew that Moria had feared for her children, but she also wished there had been more honesty so that Walter would never have been taken. That others did not have to die for this.
Opting not to talk about the lists, notebooks, or anything that could lead them to Hood. She didn't want to start that fight again, and wanted to keep things between them moving forward rather then backwards. She would have to hope that he would return to saving people on his own, and when he was ready. "I will email him, and ask if he is free for us to drop by his office sometime today or tomorrow." Pulling her phone she begin to type the email. "Maybe do lunch with Walter tomorrow? Food makes people feel happy. . . . makes me feel happy."
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Post by Oliver Queen on Jan 18, 2014 23:12:56 GMT -6
"Sounds good," Oliver agreed when she suggested emailing him to meet him for lunch. "Just ask him what time is convenient for him." It would be better over lunch rather than an office. And despite Oliver's main purpose for meeting Walter, it would be nice to catch up with him. And see first hand how he's doing. "In that case, I will let you pick the place," he told her, when she said that food made people happy, and made her happy. He pulled into the parking lot of Big Belly Burger, and once he parked, stepped out of the car. Not having been here in months, he supposed it would be good to go back inside, feel that familiarity. Yet, on the other hand, he felt that every place he went to, held some sort of memory of Tommy. And it just made Oliver miss his brother of heart even more.
Pushing these thoughts aside, he waited for Felicity to step out and locked the car before holding the door open for her to step inside first. He took a seat in one of the booths, not needing to look at the menu. He wasn't feeling very hungry. His purpose of coming here was making sure she ate something, and to ease any tensions between them. He truly did not like arguing with her or Diggle and in this particular disagreement, they were both taking a stand together, against his decision.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Jan 19, 2014 8:33:28 GMT -6
"I'll see what Walter might be in the mood for." Then after a pause, "Maybe something American since you might be tired of Asian." It was joke. She knew he wouldn't have had Asian food on the island but if she didn't make a joke then it would hang over their heads--his island trip. She wanted to put it behind them! Move past it. Get him back in fighting shape.
She followed him in, and sat at the booth. "I'll just have whatever you are." It was to make a point of him not eating. She knew him well. Carly came buy and brought drinks, telling them she'd come right back for their orders. When she left, Felicity watched Oliver for a moment before speaking. "Hey, can I ask you something." Her tone was less joking, and more serious. "About the money you left before . . . before you left."
He had put a million dollars into her account, then disappeared for five months. That was more then enough! Too much!! (Which was why she spent it fixing up their work space under the club). "I never did all this for money. That was never why I helped you." Which wasn't a question, but she knew that he's understand what she was asking. Why the money?
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Post by Oliver Queen on Jan 19, 2014 16:20:33 GMT -6
Sometimes it worried Oliver how well Felicity knew him. It wasn't that it was a bad worry . . . just, one that made him feel like he should be more guarded. For, he was afraid to let anyone in. Especially her. He thanked Carly for the drinks and she stepped away to give them some time to order. Oliver skimmed over the menu, not really reading it in detail as he was familiar with everything on there already. It was her words that caused him to look up, and the seriousness of her tone made him immediately aware that it was a question that would require his full attention. So he set down the menu, and made direct eye contact with her. She was asked him about the money, about the million dollars that he had left in their accounts. Money was not important to Oliver. Before his time on the island, he had used it to his full advantage; squandering it, making a big, grand show of it. Now, he tried to use it for a better purpose. But he knew that was not what her question was pertaining to. He looked down for a moment, gathering his thoughts to best explain his answer to her question. He wanted to be honest with her, and not have her think that he believed her and Diggle did this for the money. He knew full well that was not why either of them affiliated with him.
Besides, he seemed to recall a time when both of them were in full disagreement with his methods. Yet, they had returned. Not for the money, but for the cause. For their belief in it. In him. And that meant more to him than he could ever express. Even though those days were over, he couldn't imagine his life without Felicity and Diggle somehow in it. He looked at her once more, wanting her to know that he was sincere in his words. "Being part of the team, left little time for either of you to work, or even have a life outside of what we did. I understood the sacrifice, asking you both to leave your former jobs and to devote your time and energy into something I had fought for." He was speaking past tense, because this was all in the past. For he was no longer The Hood. And no amount of money would ever be enough to fully express his gratitude for all they had done for him. But he had left. He had just, run away and . . . "I didn't want you or Diggle to feel that I abandoned either of you." Because he owed them more than he could say. "It was not about repaying you both for all you did for me, because no amount of money would be sufficient." A million dollars. A billion. No amount would ever be enough. "It was about making sure you were both looked after." Because he felt it was his responsibility.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Jan 19, 2014 18:44:25 GMT -6
Part of his words stuck out more then the rest. He didn't want her to feel he abandoned her, and she wondered if that was how she was supposed to feel. When Oliver left, she had known he needed time. She wished he could let his friends be there for him, but that wasn't who he was. She couldn't change him, and wasn't even sure she wanted too. She did however wish that he would have come back on his own.
Out of all of it, it was that part that she would change if she could. She wanted him to want to be back, and apart of her was slightly worried he didn't want to be back here. That he came because they'd given him no choice. "I didn't think you abandoned us." She clarified. "I get it. You needed time. I just . . . " She trailed off, and tried to think of something to say to express what she meant. "I just missed my friend." He had lost Tommy, but weren't her and Diggle still here? Couldn't they be his friends too.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Jan 24, 2014 14:45:32 GMT -6
He gave a slight smile, grateful for her words. He was certain Laurel would feel as if he abandoned her. Perhaps even Thea felt the same way. He couldn't give those he cared about the support they needed. He didn't know how and while that was not a legitimate excuse . . . it was the truth. He hadn't known how to cope with Tommy's death, and still didn't know how. The man wasn't just a friend, he had been a brother to Oliver. And thinking of him, always thinking about him, made his heart ache at the loss. "I appreciate that," he said, his expression meant to add sincerity to the words. For they were not spoken with anything but truth. To know that two more people didn't blame him for at least this, was refreshing.
But he still knew they would continue to try and convince him to return to the vigilante. And not being able to, was one more way he knew he was disappointing those he was closest to. "Well, I'm back now, and don't plan on going anywhere any time soon," he said on a bit of a lighter note. Mostly to distract his mind from thinking of Tommy. Right now, his family needed him. The company needed him. He may no longer be honoring his father's memory after having failed him when it came to the list . . . but he had to bring honor to the Queen name. The legacy. The company. That was all he needed to focus on. Nothing else.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Jan 25, 2014 10:31:30 GMT -6
He said he was here now and not going anywhere. Knowing he was trying to lighten the mood she smiled and let him, even while she wondered if that was true. With his mother in trouble, if things went badly for her. Would he need time alone then?
"Good, because they don't have fries on the island, and I know you missed them." She hoped, or her joke would seem desperate rather then teasing. Oliver and food. It was hard to tell for sure if he liked it or was just pretending too. She liked to think he liked it. Maybe just not used to earring so much, and too driven to pay attention to trying to eat more.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Jan 25, 2014 12:05:02 GMT -6
He gave a small smile when she teased him about the lack of fries on the island. He recalled first being there, and how he had initially missed the basic things: bed, good food, drinks . . . but things had transformed to the more complex things he'd missed. This time around, he hadn't missed any of that. He had wilingly returned to his hell. Carly came at that moment, and he ordered a meal for each of them, picking something he knew Felicity liked. If eating was the only way to get Felicity to as well -- for he knew how she was -- then he would make sure he ordered something, even if he wasn't hungry. Thanking her, she turned to leave to put in their order.
"So what else happened in these past few months?" He asked, his question suggesting a tone to introduce a lighter topic. He knew about the more intense things that were happening. More recently, the Hoods gang. So he asked in the hopes of just knowing the smaller things, the lighter things. Rather than bringing forth a topic that would only return to more painful thoughts or recreate that tension over his decision.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 2, 2014 10:40:21 GMT -6
Oliver ordered food and she knew she would have to make sure he ate, because if he didn't then she had to be strong and not do it either. She'd use that to make him eat something. I was her only weapon with him. Because they were friends, he would make sure she ate.
"Ah, lets see....." Thea took over his club, his mother was arrested, his company was going to fall, and the crime--don't even get her started on the crime rate. "The TV show Survivor had a millionaire competition and put a bunch of rich guys as the starts of their current season." Trying to cash in on the Oliver Queen fame. "It was reported you were seen in Paris swimming naked in a fountain with a model.....which was later proved wrong when QC issued a press realise saying you were in England at the time." She grinned, hinting that it clearly had been her doing it by hacking QC.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Feb 2, 2014 12:41:57 GMT -6
He was glad that she was focusing on the lighter recent events rather than the more intense ones. It helped distract his mind from everything that was happening, even though he knew he would have to confront it sooner or later. He gave a small smile when she spoke of the latest Survivor challenge. "Too bad I couldn't audition. I think I would have a pretty good shot at winning," he said jokingly. Survivor was one show that Oliver would never watch . . . for very obvious reasons. She then spoke of how it was reported he had been swimming naked in Paris. How did people come up with these things? He had just told people -- mainly Thea -- that he'd gone to Europe, though she had picked up on the fact that he'd dropped off the face of the Earth, like the island all over again. He had dismissed the notion, though she had been more right than she knew.
"I suppose I should thank you for that," he said slightly teasingly. With her expression, he had a strong feeling that she had something to do with squashing those rumors of his naked Paris swimming time. He didn't often pay attention to the tabloids. Not like he used to, many years ago. There were far more important things to worry about than what people thought they saw, or what rumors they concocted. "How have you been?" He asked, realizing he'd not properly asked her that question since his return. He wanted to know if all had been well with her, and make sure nothing had happened to her since he hadn't exactly stayed in touch during his absence.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 14, 2014 15:59:11 GMT -6
He made a job about being able to win the game show, and she laughed, knowing that he would but that it would also revile too much about him. Not just about his former night life but about him. Oliver was a man with everything around him tightly controlled. No one knew his hole story, or everything. Not even her. Going on a game show, and opening up like that, letting everyone see him working and how he thought--it would leave him too exposed. She knew he would never do it.
"I've been good. Just . . . . ya know. Working." Not only at QC but in the foundry working on building his new, bigger, better, and special work place that apparently he wasn't going to see any time soon--which sucked because not only was she excited about what she did but she believed in the cause that he had build for them and not she wasn't sure what she was going to do to fill that void. The great feeling of helping people. "Still no life." She joked, "No that you were my life, but that I could forget I didn't have one." Ok, not a joke any more. "I mean I had a life, just that I liked . . . . .3 . . . 2. . . 1 . . . "
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