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Post by aems on Jul 29, 2012 17:41:05 GMT -5
The tall buildings of metropolis loomed around him, the shadows they cast too dark for any proper exchange to be occurring within them. And yet, the city still buzzed. You could hear it. The hushed whisperings of the hundreds of people out on the streets... people stretched out over miles of dark cover merely to all be under the same purpose: not to be seen. But their purposes stretched farther than miles. Drug trafficking, human slavery, thieves, pimps... the whole lot of it, and it disgusted him. This all happened under the noses of those who called themselves innocents. Those who holed themselves up in their tall buildings with security codes and gates, those who wouldn’t even recognize the dangers of the streets at night, and the hardships of those who had to spend the night without shelter. No. They were not the innocents in this.
Walking the shadows Oliver was thankful for the face cover he wore, not because he didn’t want people to know who he was, or because he was scared, but merely because it masked people from seeing some of his own emotions that would be so clearly reflected on his face. These streets, while the darkness provided a level of comfort, provided him also with pain. A pain that maybe was too much to bear in his current state. Empty stomach gurgling with alcohol but no food, he grasped a building ladder slightly with a grunt, pulling him and his green suit towards the sky with each step taken. Rolling himself onto the top of the roof, he stood, breathing heavily in the stronger winds and crouching down on the edge, looking below for any signs of trouble. Pulling his hood down farther across his shaded eyes, he smiled, drink still on his breath.
“Green Arrow’s back baby.”
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Post by Vincent Westpoint on Jul 29, 2012 23:08:47 GMT -5
He had been roaming the dark streets for hours now, flitting from shadow to shadow, a phantom in the night... Vincent had shifted almost the moment the moon had went down and gone looking for someone to drink from. He wasn't in the best of moods tonight; that fact wasn't helped by the fact that he hadn't drunk anyone's blood in weeks, and his landlady was being a total snob about his 'missing check'. She had it in her desk, he knew. She just wanted a little more money. To get away from Gotham City was a need that Vincent Westpoint had found was almost imperative about a month back. So, he packed his bags and trekked cross-country, going through much unfamiliar territory as he did so. It was disconcerting walking through countryside that had never been there before. But soon he had arrived at his final destination, Metropolis. It had been his intention the whole time. Only once had Vincent visited, chasing a guy that had badly wounded him. Since he had come all his time had been devoted to making housing accommodations, and making social friends. There had been no time that could be devoted to the fulfilling of Jong-hui's quest. Now was a different story. His strange blue patch barely visible in the moonlight, Conspiracy crept down an adjoining alley to Green Arrow. He could detect footsteps nearby, and he had been tracking their fleeting movements for a short while now. Up, up, they were moving, and they ascended to the rooftop above. Vincent went up to the brick visage, and gathered up his body to make the jump of about two stories.
Landing quietly, the huge, gray-brown and blue Chupacabra narrowed his huge yellow eyes at the figure that stood unaware of its presence on the other side of the roof. No bells went off of this man being someone other than a criminal deserving to be slaughtered, and licking his chops with his long black tongue, Vincent got all prepared to strike, waiting for the perfect moment to leap.
"Green Arrow's Back Baby." the words jolted Vincent out of his narrow thought of the kill. Green arrow... He had heard the name before, in connection with the Justice League. This man was a friend of Batman. Vincent couldn't kill anyone associated with the upstanding hero. So he laid down, still keeping silent, watching the man in front of him. Obviously Green Arrow was drunk, Vincent could smell the man's rancid breath from where he sat. He would have made more observations if it wasn't for the fact that he shifted a paw and made a leaf crunch. Laying low, Vincent hoped Green Arrow would be too out of sorts to notice.
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