Post by phoebe on Aug 31, 2012 9:38:15 GMT -5
Roy Audition
A lot of things weren’t making a whole lot of sense this evening, but that didn’t mean much. This easy mission was turning out to be one wild goose chase after another. He couldn’t help but glare down at the people that walked through the thongs of the city below him, his back pressed against the brick wall, muscles tense and ready as the rain continued to pour down from the dark clouds above him. The heavy clouds had been spewing rain on the city for the past several hours and he was beyond soaked, and the longer this mission dragged on, the shorter his prestigious patience got, not that he had a lot of it to begin with.
The leather in his suit made it want to stick that much more to his body and he was getting irritable and itching to take out his frustrations on the slick sob that had been one step ahead of his intel the whole night. He pressed his fingers to his ear piece that was firmly in his ear, his arrows across his back and his bow held loosely in his free hand. “It’s not very often you have me running around like this,” a slight growl on the end of his voice. Roy’s patience was at an end, he had other things to do, he had left Lian to the care of a friend for the late night and last minute, ask for help.
The silence on the other end had the hair on the end of Roy’s neck rising up, a feeling that something wasn’t quite right, it never took Nightwing long to respond, not after he’d personally asked him to give him a hand this evening. It made Red Arrow wonder what really was going on.
“I know.”
Red Arrow didnt respond instead he considered his options. Arching up on the balls of his feet stretching out his aching muscles in his legs, he uncurled his fingers from around his bow one at a time and let his hand drop over his back as he pulled out one of his arrows, and easily set it as he raised the it to eye level and steadied his shot, he was going to take some inchoative, otherwise he’d be here till morning. If Roger Riggs wasn’t going to come out of his apartment and continued to make him run around after him, no he was done. With his mind made up he let the arrow fly, watching as it arched over the busy street below, the tip imbed itself into the wall, the cord giving him easy access to the apartment building.
Roy repealed to the other building easily and survived the area, finding no threats he moved on to the door that would take him to the stairs. Bow at the ready and arrow held within his grip, ready to draw back the string and fire away. He opened the door and peered inside easily clearing each level before he pushed open the door leading the sixth floor and started down the deserted hallway.
"Daddy...Daddy help!"
Those words, that voice had Roy frozen in his stride for a moment. His heart in his throat and ice running through his veins before he threw protocol to the side and bound down the hallway at a dead sprint. His adrenaline pumping through his veins.
Lian, someone has Lian![/color]
His thoughts were everywhere running over every possible villain who could have his baby girl.
Roy got to the door and kicked it open, his eyes searching for his daughter. He found her her body curled against the large body of Vandal Savage. He raised his hands the arrow dropping to the ground with the released pressure.
"Let her go Vandal, Let her go!"
His heart stopped beating and he felt helpless, he was supposed to protect her and here she was in the clutches of a man who didn't want to know her all he wanted was her organs and his own to stay alive.
"No Red Arrow, I need her Roy just like I need you."
With that said he pulled a gun from his coat pocket and fired at Roy, dropping him the ground, as he bleed out.
"Daddy! Daadddyyy No! Daddy!!! Daddy help!"
Roy shot up in bed, he was in his room, a cold sweat covering his body, his legs tangled in the sheets. He threw back the covers, his feet not making much noise on the carpet as he shook off the disorientation and opened the door just two door down from his room on the right.
He pulled his sleeping, breathing daughter into his arms and buried his face in her hair. "Daddy?" came the sleepy response.
Roy could say nothing but tighten his hold. Small hands pressed against his chest before curling around his neck, her black hair disheveled and her cheek pressed to his chest, listening to her father's heart beat as it slowed down. "I'm ok daddy, I'm ok."
A lot of things weren’t making a whole lot of sense this evening, but that didn’t mean much. This easy mission was turning out to be one wild goose chase after another. He couldn’t help but glare down at the people that walked through the thongs of the city below him, his back pressed against the brick wall, muscles tense and ready as the rain continued to pour down from the dark clouds above him. The heavy clouds had been spewing rain on the city for the past several hours and he was beyond soaked, and the longer this mission dragged on, the shorter his prestigious patience got, not that he had a lot of it to begin with.
The leather in his suit made it want to stick that much more to his body and he was getting irritable and itching to take out his frustrations on the slick sob that had been one step ahead of his intel the whole night. He pressed his fingers to his ear piece that was firmly in his ear, his arrows across his back and his bow held loosely in his free hand. “It’s not very often you have me running around like this,” a slight growl on the end of his voice. Roy’s patience was at an end, he had other things to do, he had left Lian to the care of a friend for the late night and last minute, ask for help.
The silence on the other end had the hair on the end of Roy’s neck rising up, a feeling that something wasn’t quite right, it never took Nightwing long to respond, not after he’d personally asked him to give him a hand this evening. It made Red Arrow wonder what really was going on.
“I know.”
Red Arrow didnt respond instead he considered his options. Arching up on the balls of his feet stretching out his aching muscles in his legs, he uncurled his fingers from around his bow one at a time and let his hand drop over his back as he pulled out one of his arrows, and easily set it as he raised the it to eye level and steadied his shot, he was going to take some inchoative, otherwise he’d be here till morning. If Roger Riggs wasn’t going to come out of his apartment and continued to make him run around after him, no he was done. With his mind made up he let the arrow fly, watching as it arched over the busy street below, the tip imbed itself into the wall, the cord giving him easy access to the apartment building.
Roy repealed to the other building easily and survived the area, finding no threats he moved on to the door that would take him to the stairs. Bow at the ready and arrow held within his grip, ready to draw back the string and fire away. He opened the door and peered inside easily clearing each level before he pushed open the door leading the sixth floor and started down the deserted hallway.
"Daddy...Daddy help!"
Those words, that voice had Roy frozen in his stride for a moment. His heart in his throat and ice running through his veins before he threw protocol to the side and bound down the hallway at a dead sprint. His adrenaline pumping through his veins.
Lian, someone has Lian![/color]
His thoughts were everywhere running over every possible villain who could have his baby girl.
Roy got to the door and kicked it open, his eyes searching for his daughter. He found her her body curled against the large body of Vandal Savage. He raised his hands the arrow dropping to the ground with the released pressure.
"Let her go Vandal, Let her go!"
His heart stopped beating and he felt helpless, he was supposed to protect her and here she was in the clutches of a man who didn't want to know her all he wanted was her organs and his own to stay alive.
"No Red Arrow, I need her Roy just like I need you."
With that said he pulled a gun from his coat pocket and fired at Roy, dropping him the ground, as he bleed out.
"Daddy! Daadddyyy No! Daddy!!! Daddy help!"
Roy shot up in bed, he was in his room, a cold sweat covering his body, his legs tangled in the sheets. He threw back the covers, his feet not making much noise on the carpet as he shook off the disorientation and opened the door just two door down from his room on the right.
He pulled his sleeping, breathing daughter into his arms and buried his face in her hair. "Daddy?" came the sleepy response.
Roy could say nothing but tighten his hold. Small hands pressed against his chest before curling around his neck, her black hair disheveled and her cheek pressed to his chest, listening to her father's heart beat as it slowed down. "I'm ok daddy, I'm ok."