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Post by Oliver Queen on Dec 27, 2013 11:04:01 GMT -6
Oliver had never wanted to kill criminals as much as he did tonight. Why? Because they had gone after Thea. No one, absolutely no one, went after her. But somehow, he had shown self control. No. It was not somehow. He knew exactly how. The only thing that was greater than his hate for the Hoods, was his love for Tommy. He couldn't help but think that if Thea had found out, then perhaps she too would have called him a murderer. He no longer wanted that reputation. He wanted to be someone more, something more. After giving Officer Lance the Hoods to arrest, he quickly returned to the Arrowcave to change into his normal clothing. He didn't have time to speak to Felicity or Diggle about anything right now, because he needed to check on Thea.
By the time he got to his home, there were police cars, and of course reporters swarming the lawn. Oliver was not happy. His sister had been through an ordeal and all the reporters could think about was how to get a good story out of it. He was sick and tired of his family's life being center news and making headlines. Though, he was not helping much in that department. He pushed through the crowd, not saying a single word to any of them. With their father dead, Walter having divorced their mother, and their mother in prison . . . it was just him and Thea.
He got inside the house, hurrying to the living room where he saw Thea there with a couple of detectives, probably taking her statement. "Thea," he said in a highly relieved yet still concerned voice. He rushed toward her, pulling her into a hug. He had almost lost her tonight. All because 'The Hoods' twisted the vigilante's words and code of justice and honor. Never again. He would never let danger come that close to his sister, or anyone else he cared about, ever again. "Are you alright?" He asked, his eyes looking over her face to see if she was harmed -- apart from any emotional trauma these events may have caused her.
Location: Queen Residence
Time of Day: Night
Timeline: During 2.01
Tag: Thea Queen
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Post by Thea Queen on Dec 27, 2013 11:24:27 GMT -6
The soft sound police sirens wailing seemed to be heard as if through some long, dark tunnel, her mind elsewhere as she sat in the back seat of one of the various police cars that had shown up outside the church in which those hooded men had taken her to, her hands desperately clutching at the edges of the coat that had been draped across her shoulders by one of the detectives whom had first arrived on scene. Everything after they had arrived had been somewhat of a blur, and even now everything seemed almost surreal. All Thea could think about was that man and his gun, starring down the black barrel to what surely would have been her death had the vigilante not arrived when he had.
She had been so close to death, and all she had been able to think about was one thing: her family. What would she have done if she couldn't have gotten to see her mother one last time? And what about Ollie? God...they'd already lost so much as a family that she knew it would have been heartbreaking if the hoods had managed to get away with their plan before. But she hadn't died in that chair, nor when the man had grabbed her from her chair and tried to escape to finish the job later on. It had all been so stark and clear in those moments, but now as she sat dazed in the back of the police car she began to feel the weight of the days events closing in on her.
As the car pulled up to the mansion, Thea only briefly acknowledged the man as he pulled her out from the backseat, the flashing of cameras from all around her going right over head as she was rushed inside to the safety and privacy of her home. In a matter of moments she'd been gently placed on the sofa in the living room, soft voices surrounding her as they sought answers to the days events. She did the best she could to answer, but her resolve was waning with each passing moment. But that was when she heard it.
"Thea."
In an instant her head snapped up, her body raising from the couch as she shrugged off the jacket and rushed to her brother, instantly embracing him as he reached out for her. "God, Ollie," She murmured into his chest, her voice wavering. "I thought I'd never see you again." She felt as if she didn't want to let him go ever, but she hesitantly pulled away some when he pulled back to look over her. "I...I'm alright." She said after a moment, her voice still soft as she looked up at him. That wasn't exactly true, of course, but she needed to give him something.
Location: Queen Mansion
Time: Mid-Afternoon
Timeline: During 2.01
Tag: Ollie
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Post by Oliver Queen on Dec 27, 2013 21:14:35 GMT -6
Oliver knew she was safe, but still. Seeing her, and being able to embrace her now gave him a stronger sense of relief. She was safe. That was all that mattered in this moment. "No. Don't ever say that Thea," he said in a gentle voice. The thought of never seeing her again . . . was unbearable, to say the least. "You're safe now. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Either as Oliver, or as the vigilante. He glanced at the detective, knowing he had to play dumb for the moment. "Did you catch these guys?" He questioned, well aware of the answer. "Yes Mr. Queen. They are in custody and will be sent to jail for a very long time. We were just getting a statement from Ms. Queen." Oliver looked back at Thea, unable to let her go or be too far from her. He had come so close to losing her. Had he shown up a second later, he very well might have.
He didn't believe that she was alright, but that was why he was here. "I think my sister has had enough for the night." His way of dismissing all the police so that Thea could rest. "And can you kindly get those reporters off our lawn." Another nuisance that he did not want Thea to deal with. "Do you need to go to the hospital?" He asked, worried that she needed to get checked out in case those scumbags had harmed her more than what he could see upon first glance.
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Post by Thea Queen on Dec 27, 2013 21:27:45 GMT -6
Just the simple feeling of her brother's embrace was more than enough to help put her mind at ease for the moment. No more thinking about the men who had taken her earlier that day, no more thinking about the horrible sight of the gun positioned just between her eyes. No more thoughts of death period. Instead she was simply going to allow herself to fall into her brother's embrace, to let his soft words take her worries away for the moment. It was certainly easier than focusing on all the bad incidents of the day. "I know you won't, Ollie..." She murmured in response, her fists tightening in the fabric of his shirt for a few moments to check that he was there, that he was as real as she was allowing herself to believe.
She only briefly listened to the conversation that conspired between her brother and the detective standing just behind her, eyes briefly flicking over to watch the receding form of the man as he took his brother's request to leave to heart. She wasn't about to say it outright, but she was more than a little grateful for his request for them to leave. Now that everything had finally passed and the terror was over, a certain weariness had begun to overtake her due to the lack of adrenaline in her system. She would have been just fine with going and laying down for the night and never getting up to face the outside world ever again. But she knew that could never be a possibility no matter how hard she tried. "No, Ollie. I'm fine...really." She answered, her voice hitching slightly at the end of her sentence. She had no real desire to leave the safety of this house ever again, nor did she want to step away from her brother's side, not even when it came to having to go to the hospital to get checked out for any injuries whatsoever.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Dec 28, 2013 9:39:29 GMT -6
She had shown so much confidence in his ability to keep her safe even when he failed. Her continuous trust in him meant a great deal. And he silently vowed to never fail her again. Not as Oliver. Not as the vigilante. When the room was finally cleared of everyone, he kept an arm around her and led her to the couch so that she could sit down. He knew that if she said she was fine, then she was-- physically anyway. Besides, if the paramedics on scene had cleared her rather than sent her to the hospital, that meant there wasn't any severe physical harm done to her. The emotional one he would do all that he could to help her with. He didn't need to ask what happened because he knew, and he didn't want to make her relive that experience. Not right now. He wanted to calm her down and make her feel safe once more.
"I know. You're always fine, Thea," he said softly, a gentle tone in his voice. He knew it was because she was strong and kept things inside. Once she was seated, he crouched down in front of her so he could look directly at her. "It's ok to admit when you're not." He didn't want her to keep things inside. He didn't want her to suppress all the emotions associated with this. She had kept things bottled up for so long, and she no longer had to. That was what he was here for. To help her. To support her. She had been through so much and he had been gone these last three months. He wanted to be here for her not only physically, but emotionally too. And he could only do that, if she let him.
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