SPIDERMAN. And the most attractive one, duh.
OOC; JOHN CAN HELP WITH THIS. And if you have Skype you need to add it. through.the.woods
The day had been insufferable, she had been lashing out at him left and right. Not in arguments, simply belittling. She called it teasing, but the incessant frequency had finally been getting to him. Every chance it seemed, every chance she had she’d use it to her advantage on him. He knew he loved her, that much was more than obvious. Frequently he could recall days where she was the most affectionate he’d ever seen. But ever since their split then return to one another he’d noticed the change.
What Dinah there was had changed. She’d changed into something a little more guarded, more so than she’d been previously. And he could tell in the way she scrutinized him, every turn she got. Every turn he took those bright blue eyes would stare holes into him as if just waiting, waiting for the chance of a lifetime. It had been like she’d been waiting for a reason to leave him again.
It felt terrible, it made him scrutinize himself in the process. Once more every chance he took every time he caught himself in the mirror he could recall every awful thing he’d done to her. She was innocent. And she had taken him in again, something even he couldn’t understand as to why. But why did she keep treating him like this? He knew he didn’t deserve anything else. Just being in her company had been enough, but time and time again it only got to him more.
She knew it too, he could only guess she did. Her claims proved it, the way she intentionally dragged him to the ground or emasculated him in front of others. He didn’t care what others thought of him though and he finally had it.
His voice carried weakly, gaze fixated on her as she ignored him for a moment.
Voice strengthening, he took a step forward only to have her turn absently completely unsuspecting of his next statement.
"I’m trying here, I really am."
Surprise registered on her face, her initial desire to be sharp failing miserably. He could see it written all over her face, confusion, surprise, a dash of something else. The Dinah he always knew, always saw at a rare chance now, but he had no right to call her out on her guarded nature.
"…I know, Ollie."
There was a difference, one that had been obvious if someone really thought about it. But the hanging pigs reminded him of why he’d use those. They were most like humans, the lungs situated next to each other, the heart tucked just behind the breast plate, the intestines coiled around each other in a ball. With everything the list was endless.
The pull back.
An eye exploded followed by the other as he sent the arrow straight through. Range.
You know what I do to people who tell untruths.
That was distance.
The pull back.
Straight through the temple, into the brain, instant death. The kill shot. Range.
You act like you’ve never seen me before.
Brows knitted, the next three pigs were all lined up in a row. Three little pigs.
Shoulder shots, incapacitating shots, safe shots. They missed primary arteries and made certain the target didn’t die on him. Sometimes that wasn’t the case. Sometimes the pigs were armored, sometimes the pigs were out of his league. And sometimes they didn’t call him.
We’ve got it handled.
That was distance.
Fan of tradition? A guy can like that. Yep, nailed it right on the mark. Green Arrow’s the name, bow play’s the game—-and, not Robin Hood.