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Post by Marigold Jadis on May 1, 2014 4:11:24 GMT
Okay..Fuck resignation. It really wasn't her style. If it was she would have just begged for death to begin with. So what if she probably couldn't manage it? So what if she already hurt like bloody hell? She had an opportunity so she wouldn't just sit here and take it. Trying and failing was still better than not trying.
The body bag was about half way down. She might be able to get that off. And she could potentially shake off the blindfold. Marigold started thrashing about.
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Post by Oliver Queen on May 1, 2014 4:31:33 GMT
He counters with two hands grabbing the arm and judo-throwing the assassin to the nearby floor. So far this was getting no where, and the hostage was thrashing. If they dallied around much longer, the SCPD would be there. And he wasn't keen on being hunted tonight.
The Hood combat rolls closer to the hostage, coming up, turning around, fitting an arrow to his bow and taking aim. It was a trick arrow, one with a little surprise that he'd fire at the floor a few feet in front of the assassin.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on May 1, 2014 4:35:50 GMT
Guillermo hadn't expected this guy to be strong enough to perform a maneuver like that, but then again, judo required less strength than it might seem. He saw the arrow, and was really more confused by it than anything. "You missed." He commented sarcastically.
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Post by Oliver Queen on May 1, 2014 4:45:52 GMT
"I don't miss." He replies in the usual deep voice of the Hood. His first words, to be precise. It should happen in 3..2..1.
*boom*
The explosive tipped arrow goes off, sending the assassin to the floor on his backside, deploying a momentary smoke screen as well.
Slinging the bow over his back, he roughly grabs the hostage and hurries her outside, down several steps, and into a nearby alley. The police were coming, as he heard sirens in the distance. He would carry the hostage to a location near them and then create a noise which would lead the more inquisitive to her, thinking they were chasing him. If the girl wanted to say anything to him, now was the time.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on May 1, 2014 4:49:00 GMT
Guillermo went flying backward, the explosion stunning him a moment. The sound of police sirens stirred him from his reverie. Wasting no time, he moved, shoving his tools into a bag and grabbing other things that might incriminate him, fleeing out the window onto a nearby rooftop. He'd find her again, and he'd finish the job. Until then, he needed to hide. He'd probably need to get back to Brazil.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on May 1, 2014 4:56:35 GMT
Marigold had finally managed to get off the blindfold just in time to see the person in a strange green outfit grab her. "Thank you," she breathed. She had no idea who this individual was but there was no question that he'd saved her. She'd heard the sirens but...odds were good Brutale would escape. He was crafty like that. "Please...You have to help me catch him. Most others are too scared. After they see what happened to me they'll be more scared still." She'd give a report and then those who had been reluctantly willing to assist her would probably be much more adamant about not getting involved. And then there were the corrupt cops she hadn't pinned down yet.
She figured he probably already knew who she was but it was best to introduce herself. "I'm Marigold Jadis by the way. I'm certainly glad to meet whoever you are!" She wondered if he'd give a name. Unlikely given his attire.
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Post by Oliver Queen on May 1, 2014 5:17:54 GMT
((hope this is alright))
The Hood listened quietly. Becoming attached would do nothing to further his mission. The "Starling Ripper" would escape, likely flee the country, and this girl would have her life. "He's already gone by now." the man began, not looking directly at her. "And he is but a symptom of the larger disease that plagues my city." is also given in a cold tone.
"So, you are the missing police detective." The man adds, before hearing the sirens get closer. "You would have been dead by the time your friends arrived. Few would have batted an eye. A lot of talk would happen, but there would be no justice. Like there has been no justice for those affected by the corrupt."
He frees her hands and her feet quickly enough, and then takes her firmly by the hand. "I'm going to give you back to your friends, Marigold Jadis. As for who I am...I'm just a guy in a hood." Then he begins taking her towards the location he had in mind.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on May 1, 2014 5:26:56 GMT
Marigold sighed. "Figured." But she'd expected as much. He was clearly capable to get away with as much as he had. Or he'd paid off all the right people, far from an uncommon occurrence in this very sad city.
His city? Well that was rather presumptuous of him. It was everyone's city. Everyone who lived here. But she wouldn't say as much. Now was not the time for semantics.
"Yes, Starling is about as corrupt as it gets." She smirked. "Makes it quite difficult to do my job." But she was slowly and surely beginning to piece together which cops were more interested in deep pockets than justice.
She nodded her head. "Apparently I figured out too much about the Starling Ripper. And I was the only one really willing to act on what I found." That had lead her to no small amount of trouble. And she suspected it wasn't over. She'd continue to hunt him. So he would continue to try and silence her.
Friends? She had friends? That was news. Most of the cops wrote her off as being too passionate or over enthusiastic about her work. And then there were the ones who just wanted to get in her way and let the rich pay off.
"Thank you," she said gratefully when he freed her hands and feet. She knew that without him she'd be dead. She tried to follow as he lead her by the hand but she was weak and kept stumbling. The blood loss made her dizzy and she'd been restrained for...She wasn't sure how many days. "Sorry. I'm not at my best."
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Post by Oliver Queen on May 1, 2014 5:41:00 GMT
This was taking too long. Every second that they delayed with her injuries was another chance of him being cornered and doing something he wouldn't want to do. So unceremoniously he picks her up after her apology, and lowers his face, staring at the pavement in front of them.
"I am certain that this will not be the last I see of him...or you of me." He gave, as they got closer. Blue lights were flashing nearby as they came to a shipping container. "Remember who saved your life in the future. It could mean me helping you...or you helping me."
Setting her against the container, he walks a few steps forward and bellows, "HEY!" at the cops, some of whom turn their search lights in his direction, which would also be cause to shield one's eyes. By the time they got over to her though, the Hood was gone. Vanished.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on May 1, 2014 5:47:15 GMT
Marigold didn't mind being picked up. Really, she was too weak to walk and knew it. She had her pride but she wasn't so stupid as to deny help when it was truly needed.
She hoped it wouldn't be the last time she saw him. But she was too weak to be of much use. She'd only thanked him. She'd like to help him, try and repay the debt. But it was more than that. He seemed competent. He might be able to help her or like he said her him.
"I'll remember," she promised. "Thank you," she said again. "If it's in my power and doesn't go against my moral principles I'll help," she swore. She didn't know him and she wasn't going to agree to just anything. There were certain things she would not do.
He set her down and shouted at the cops and soon help was on the way. She was actually going to live through this.
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Post by Oliver Queen on May 1, 2014 5:51:49 GMT
As he made his escape, he thought about the girl one last time. Another contact, she'd proven her intentions by swearing to help him. He would hold her to that if it was ever needed. Since her heart was seemingly in the right place, Oliver would rate her a bit higher than he had before.
For now though, his first mission since returning home was a success. Now on to more important matters.
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