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Post by Felicity Smoak on Apr 10, 2015 15:50:51 GMT -5
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She could hear the music from inside the club as she walked towards the entrance to Poison, a nightclub that under normal circumstances Felicity would not consider as a hangout spot, but normal had flown out the window as soon as Oliver had entered her life...along with boring and predictable. In fact it was because of him that she found herself tugging at the hem of her tight black dress as she tried to produce her best smile for the scariest looking bouncer she had ever seen.
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He gave her the customary lookover before opening the door for her, the music blasting out as the door opened and she worried about Oliver being able to hear her over the noise. She walked through the crowd a bit, finding a semi-secluded area where she felt safe to talk to him before she reached up and touched the device hidden in her right ear, “Please tell me you can hear me over this noise.”
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Post by Oliver Queen on Apr 12, 2015 18:25:49 GMT -5
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It was raining out. Not a major downpour... just a good steady rainfall... enough to be a little annoying. But it was sort of typical for a night like this. Felicity had managed to get into the club before the rain had started, which was a good thing because he had seen her hair after she'd been caught in the rain and... well... it was just better that she looked completely put together because he knew her well enough to realize that she sure didn't feel that way.
Oliver was hanging out in the alley outside the club, his back to the cold brick wall next to the fire exit. He wasn't dressed as the Arrow tonight. There was no quiver strapped to his back... no bow in his hand and no mask on his face. They were just here to plant that device... to gather information and hopefully not to draw attention to themselves. She just needed to get in, plant the device and do whatever techie mojo Felicity always had up her sleeve in order to activate the thing. Oliver really had no reason to be there except to make sure she got out of there safely.
He was dressed inconspicuously for a place like this... jeans, sneakers and a black hoodie. He had a pair of escrima sticks tucked into his jacket and the hood was drawn, his hands in his pockets and his face tilted down because even though he wasn't dressed in his Arrow gear, he still didn't want to be recognized. People in the Glades especially knew his face... he had been all over the news, particularly just after his mother's involvement in the Undertaking... when Sebastian Blood was campaigning for the city to see him as their enemy.
There was a slight crackling sound and then Felicity's voice rang clear and sweet in his ear. He reached one hand up into his hood to switch on the bluetooth microphone, and couldn't help the little half-smile. It was clear that she was nervous... he could detect just a hint of shakiness in her voice. "I can hear you," he assured her. "Don't be nervous. I'm right here with you. You can do this, Felicity."
At that point, a drunken couple dressed in a style he'd describe as 'cyber-goth' came stumbling out of the side door, giggling and making out. He inched a bit closer to the door, not wanting to alert them to his presence (which they were so into each other, he wasn't sure if that would be a concern really), and before the door could fully close he managed to kick a stone expertly into the corner of the door frame, effectively stopping it from latching closed so that, if need be, he could get inside.
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Apr 12, 2015 21:19:47 GMT -5
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The music was so loud, she wondered how anyone could hear anyone else, but as she watched the people dancing she figured that some people didn’t need words to express what they wanted. Of course, most of the people in this building did not have lives half as complicated as hers. Not only was her life complicated by trying to help Oliver save the city, but her love life or lack thereof was in complete shambles as both Oliver and now Ray had kissed her and then essentially ran away.
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Breaking through her thoughts, she couldn’t help the small sigh as she heard his voice, so calm and confident, in her ear trying to reassure her, “Nervous? Who’s nervous?”
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Her eyes kept scanning the crowd, searching for the man that they had targeted. She needed to get close enough to plant the small hacking device on him, but she was not sure how she should do that without getting caught.
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There he was, standing by the bar, flanked by a pair of what she assumed where guards by their demeanor. “Found him...and he has company, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum by the looks of it.” She frowned as she watched the pair scanning the crowd, not succeeding in their attempt to blend in and she hoped that she was not as inconspicuous as they were.
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She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, “Alright, let’s play big boy.” As she started to walk towards the bar, pushing her way through the throngs of people dancing, trying to move with them to not appear suspicious, Felicity tried to focus on looking like she was having a good time, a large smile on her face.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Apr 23, 2015 12:55:20 GMT -5
OLIVER QUEEN Oliver looked over his shoulder to watch as the couple made the their way around the corner, disappearing out of sight, listening as Felicity informed him of the situation. He didn't like the idea of her having to deal with not only the club owner, but his two henchmen, because he didn't trust guys like this to have a code of honor that involved not hitting women (or worse). He was going to have to do something to distract them so that Felicity could get that device planted and turned on.
He pulled open that side door and stepped inside, kicking the stone out of place and finding himself in a dark, smoky hallway lined with more couples who didn't mind some serious PDA and other club-goers who were either lighting up or eyeing him like he was their midnight snack. He actually had to pry one girl off of him when she decided to cling and drape herself over him like a Fall accessory. Oliver could barely contain the grin that played on his lips when he heard Felicity's 'let's play' statement. "I'm gonna do my best to give you a window of opportunity so just... follow my lead," he told her as he emerged from that hallway and onto the open floor of the club.
Oliver took a moment to scan the room, his blue eyes moving across the sea of bodies until he spotted Felicity on the dance floor, trying her best to look like she belonged but honestly, she looked like a fish out of water. Maybe it was his own personal feelings toward her but to him, she would always look too pristine for a filthy place like this. He just hoped that other people didn't share his sentiment, at least for the sake of this mission. So far, so good it seemed.
Tearing his gaze away from her, he finally spotted the man they were there to see as well as his two bodyguards. Oliver drew back his hood, cracked his neck, and plastered an exaggerated smile on his face, putting a drunken stagger in his step as he started to make his way over. He grabbed the drink right out of someone's hand and downed it quickly as he crossed the room, pushing people aside on his way over to the owner, raising his arm up and waving wildly. Though he was out of practice, drunken frat boy was a role he was particularly good at.
"HEY!" he called out loudly as he approached the owner and his henchmen. "Hey, Mark! You remember me? It's Ollie! Ollie uh...Ollie Queen!" He laughed as he said it, reeling like he was having a hard time staying upright. He downed the rest of the drink and then threw the glass over his shoulder so that it crashed to the floor in pieces. The club owner clearly didn't appreciate Oliver's presence and one of his bodyguards moved to grab Oliver by the arm, but he frowned darkly and pulled out of his grasp. "Hey, get off!" He looked around the big guy to the owner again, that dopey smile once again returning as both of his buddies were walking toward him, causing him to back up slowly but, more importantly, abandoning their post. He hoped Felicity would seize the opportunity. "Hey! Hey Mark! Remember that time I screwed your girlfriend under the bleachers? Good times, man!"
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Apr 27, 2015 16:25:36 GMT -5
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Her step faltered slightly when he said he was going to give her a window, but she kept her eyes on the owner, wondering how she was going to manage to get a hold of his phone without him noticing, even with Oliver’s help. "I know that I don't have to tell you this, but be careful." Felicity felt so out of her element here, in so many ways, from the music to the dress to the mission itself, she just felt like a guppy trying to swim with the sharks;, she was a mess of nerves as she scooted nearer to the owner and his goons.
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She couldn’t stop herself from searching for Oliver in the crowd around her, but she wasn’t left wondering too long as she saw him staggering towards the owner. Damn he’s good, she thought to herself as she was tempted to believe that he actually was drunk, but she knew him better than that.
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As she snuck up closer to the trio, she saw one of the goons grab Oliver’s arm as the Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum followed Oliver closer to the dance floor and away from their boss. Taking a deep breath she walked up to the bar and purposefully stumbled slightly into him as she reached into his pocket to grab his phone. “Oh my, I’m so sorry. Tripped over my own feet.” She gave the owner her best smile, as she reached into her purse and got out the small clear device as small as the pad of her finger and stuck it to the back of his phone before letting the phone drop gently to the ground.
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Post by Oliver Queen on May 8, 2015 15:02:56 GMT -5
OLIVER QUEEN Oliver's taunt about 'Mark's' (he wasn't even sure that was the guy's name really) girlfriend did the trick, and he barely caught a fist flying at him out of the corner of his eye and managed to duck out of the way. Putting his hands up defensively, he laughed loudly. "Hey, hey, wait a minute guys... It was a long time ago!" The second goon then aimed another punch at Oliver, this one landing square in his gut and knocking the breath out of him. His eyes widened a bit and teared up from the impact, but he recovered quickly. By now, most of the people on the dance floor had stopped to watch them, and he intended to give them a show.
Through gritted teeth, he uttered "Are we good?" to Felicity in a hushed tone, hoping that she would be able to hear him. He tried not to make it too obvious that he was watching her, but he did cut a glance in her direction to see if she were in any sort of trouble or giving him some sort of signal that she was ready to get out of there. Meanwhile the owner's bodyguards had decided to make Oliver their personal punching bag... or at least, try to. After a few rounds of exchanged blows, an uppercut to the jaw of goon one and a kick to the stomach of goon two bought him a few seconds of time. "Felicity!" he growled out urgently into the ear piece. He really hoped she had managed to complete her task... it was time to go.
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