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Post by Moira Queen on Apr 29, 2014 23:53:21 GMT
"Today is the day," Moira said as she stared at herself intensely through the mirror. Could this really be happening?
She turned on the sink and let the water flow through her open fingers before splashing some onto her face. The way the cold water felt on her face confirmed her suspicions - this wasn't a dream or some crazy hallucination. This was really happening.
After spending five years on a hellish island, her son, Oliver Queen, was coming home.
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Post by Thea Queen on Apr 30, 2014 2:49:33 GMT
Thea wasn't sure what to do, or even what to feel. Joy? Shock? Sorrow (over his years lost)? It was confusing. She just paced around her room until they were going to see Oliver, because, well, what else would you do if someone you lost and presumed was deceased for five years suddenly returned from the dead?
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Post by Oliver Queen on May 1, 2014 3:57:07 GMT
As the plane would touch down on Starling City Airport's tarmac, Oliver arose out of his seat. He was...home? Or so his memories told him at least. He had precious few belongings, and his baggage would go through the system. They wouldn't find anything. Nothing they needed to.
He'd only had one phone call. And that was to his family. Moira, specifically. It'd been brief, but he could tell there was so much curiosity on the other end.
That curiosity would be problematic. He had a mission. To fulfill his father's last wishes. Oliver just didn't quite grasp at that point..the lengths he'd need to go to in order to do it.
For now, he passes through the security checkpoint, and then retrieves his baggage, heading to the waiting area.
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Post by Moira Queen on May 1, 2014 16:27:41 GMT
"Thea?" Moira knocked on her door, "Are you in there? Baby, it's time."
She really hoped Thea was not off doing her usual activities. Today was too important, too crucial. Today was the day their family would be a little whole again.
The shock had yet worn off from the initial phone call that a military plane had by chance come across Oliver on some tiny island off the cost of China. It was later that she received a phone call from Oliver herself. Just the sound of his voice had filled her eyes with so much tears. She still can't believe all this was happening.
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Post by Thea Queen on May 1, 2014 17:12:45 GMT
Thea came to her door and opened it, nodding, "Ok then," she said, her tone uneasy. She just didn't know how to feel, or what to feel, but there was something being carried in her voice. What it was, she had no idea. She probably wouldn't know until she saw her brother.
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Post by Oliver Queen on May 1, 2014 20:11:53 GMT
The next two hours passed uneventfully. He was in his cover role. Oliver Queen, playboy, spoiled brat. Loud and obnoxious. It seemed so hollow. Like he was looking upon himself from the eyes of someone else. Yet he knew what he had to do.
Now, he sat, and waited for the pickup that was supposed to arrive. Moira and Thea, he surmised. He'd still need to go to the hospital to get checked out, and to a couple of other places for all of the legal crap.
The corrupt legality of it all that allowed men like his father and those on his book to have their way by stepping on the throats and backs of others. At least his father had recognized what his sins were...and in the end had atoned for them by making the ultimate sacrifice. It would not be in vain.
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Post by Moira Queen on May 1, 2014 22:38:34 GMT
A young man, chiseled statue-esque man, dressed in all black, came panting up to Oliver up in the airport. He seemed to be about mid twenties, just slightly younger than Oliver, with short red hair. He was dressed in a black uniform complete with hat.
"Mr..Queen? Oliver Queen? My name is Pete Lomax. I'm your family driver. Well recently. I was only hired a few weeks ago," he said, sweat dripping down his brow, "Sorry i'm so late. The traffic... Anyway, Mr. Queen, i'm here to take you home."
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Post by Oliver Queen on May 1, 2014 23:03:57 GMT
"It's fine, Pete. Just take me to the mansion." Oliver opens up the trunk of the vehicle once they arrive at it and puts his luggage in the back, not answering any questions as to what it might be. Then he opens the back door and gets in, enough room for four being present.
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Post by Moira Queen on May 1, 2014 23:13:02 GMT
"Huh," Pete scratched his head when he took his seat at the front of the car, "With you being Oliver Queen and home and all, I was sure this place would be crawling with reporters.."
He was a little peeved. He respected Mr. Queen's privacy and all, but he wanted his chance at fame too. His mama always said he had a face for television.
Unlike earlier, the traffic had pretty much cleared up and he was able to get Mr. Queen home, safe and sound. It was there that a huge living sea of reporters and various spectators waited outside the gates of the Queen Mansion.
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Post by Oliver Queen on May 15, 2014 17:31:29 GMT
"Looks like you got your wish, Pete." Oliver was secretly annoyed by all of the press. But he wouldn't complain about it. "Let's go, straight through."
He got out of the car, and it was like a blur. Virtual waves flowing about him, like he was in that sea again, fighting to cling to the liferaft..and life itself. Somehow, he managed to make it through. Once he was on his side of the gate, Oliver turned around. "Hey people! It's been a long time. I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm feeling really tired. Jet lag will do that to you, y'know? You'll be seeing more of me in the upcoming days. Thank you."
Then he turns and walks off with Pete, ignoring the questions and the comments. Like a bunch of hungry sharks...
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Post by Moira Queen on May 16, 2014 19:03:32 GMT
Pete tried his best to mask his excitement as camera after camera flashed, capturing his image (and Mr. Queen's of course). He may have just been the Queen's family driver bringing him the prodigal son, but now he felt like somebody - somebody that mattered.
"Let me get that door for you, Mr. Queen!" He flashed the reporters a dashing smile before going to open the front door to the luxurious Queen mansion. He did a little bow and gestured for him to stop on through.
"Mr. Queen.. welcome home."
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Post by Oliver Queen on May 17, 2014 18:34:30 GMT
"Of course." Oliver had to restrain his muscles from following through on the motion to open the door himself, and instead steps through once it's opened. "Thanks Pete. Guess we got our 15 minutes of fame. Where's Moira? Thea?" he wonders, looking around the entry area after the door is closed.
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Post by Thea Queen on May 17, 2014 19:05:17 GMT
Thea was waiting there, and when she saw her brother's face, relief came to hers. He was alive. He was home. This long nightmare that had lasted five years was over. He was back.
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Post by Moira Queen on May 19, 2014 17:54:47 GMT
Pete quickly left when it was clear the newly reunited siblings needed their privacy. He bid the Queens a silent farewell and went right back out the front door.
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Post by Oliver Queen on May 19, 2014 17:58:41 GMT
Oliver smiles and opens his arms, offering a hug to Thea. "Hey.." he trails off, still in a little bit of surprise at just seeing her. His sister. He was home...and that was just now starting to sink in.
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