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sixthiterationlogs2017-09-09 06:51 pm
girlwednesday) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-09-09 06:51 pm
Defying Orders
WHO: Felicity Smoak
WHERE: The Village
WHEN: Sept 8-9
OPEN TO: Everyone in the village
WARNINGS: There should be none
It had been a couple of weeks since she and Oliver had pulled themselves out of the fountain in the middle of, well. Nowhere. A week had gone by before Oliver had let her leave the woods and moved them into a house on the outskirts of, well, nowhere. The packs they'd been given didn't give much in the ways of clues and Oliver didn't want Felicity showing herself to too many people unless it was necessary and he hadn't yet deemed it necessary.
By the beginning of the third week, Felicity herself deemed it necessary.
A lack of technology was one thing, but short of nagging Oliver into submission (not likely), all she could do was wait until he'd left to scout yet another something in another place and then walk out the front door. She knew he didn't expect her to do it, figured she'd still be taking him at his word that hiding away from everyone who might have answers would be best for them, but she was done with that.
Done hiding. She wanted more answers, more interaction, and figured that at least if someone killed her, at least there'd be an end to the wondering.
So, it was about ten o'clock in the morning on a Saturday when a woman in (mostly) white scrubs makes her way into town and starts looking around. She's not new, but she certainly looks it.
[OOC: Feel free to run into Felicity anywhere your character might be!]
WHERE: The Village
WHEN: Sept 8-9
OPEN TO: Everyone in the village
WARNINGS: There should be none
It had been a couple of weeks since she and Oliver had pulled themselves out of the fountain in the middle of, well. Nowhere. A week had gone by before Oliver had let her leave the woods and moved them into a house on the outskirts of, well, nowhere. The packs they'd been given didn't give much in the ways of clues and Oliver didn't want Felicity showing herself to too many people unless it was necessary and he hadn't yet deemed it necessary.
By the beginning of the third week, Felicity herself deemed it necessary.
A lack of technology was one thing, but short of nagging Oliver into submission (not likely), all she could do was wait until he'd left to scout yet another something in another place and then walk out the front door. She knew he didn't expect her to do it, figured she'd still be taking him at his word that hiding away from everyone who might have answers would be best for them, but she was done with that.
Done hiding. She wanted more answers, more interaction, and figured that at least if someone killed her, at least there'd be an end to the wondering.
So, it was about ten o'clock in the morning on a Saturday when a woman in (mostly) white scrubs makes her way into town and starts looking around. She's not new, but she certainly looks it.
[OOC: Feel free to run into Felicity anywhere your character might be!]
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"A little over two weeks," she answers honestly, then tilts her head. He's already told her how he knows, so she adds, "I'm Felicity. How long have you been here?"
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"Jax, by the way. Figure I ought to reciprocate on the name exchange."
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"Been here long enough to get a box from our mysterious jail wardens," Jax says. "I collect the shit from people who disappear, too, and I trade it. I have absolutely no useful Boy Scout shit to offer. I do have stuff people want."
It's how he's managed to survive this long. That, and, well, Moana. That kid can do anything.
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"What do you mean, 'get a box'? Is it something that happens a lot?" Actually, there was one thing Felicity was good at, and that was nagging people for information.