( William fruitlessly follows El's coordinates, just in case somebody he does know shoes up in this time. His sister, maybe. But, this time, like every other, it's nobody he recognizes. But, he's been here, too. Only a month or so before. So, anything he can do to help, whether that be answering questions he can try to answer, taking anyone to the safe house, or even causing a distraction, he's ready.
Or, he was, before he'd been convinced to join the cause. He's not a man of manual labor, but it isn't moving big beams or anything taxing. What's a few hours' work for some much needed funds? Despite the work, he still keeps his short sleeve button down completely buttoned up thanks to his chest plate. And he trades his usual pair of gloves for the garden variety, literally.
He takes several breaks to get water, and approaches anyone new if he can. )
Crazy how the environment can just turn on us, right?
( It's baiting, yes. Usually it's them, the people who ravage the planet. The corrupt people. But, nobody had been here to keep any of the vegetation from getting out of control. )
> a cut above l fighting
( He makes the wrong decision to visit the fighting arena.
After two stiff drinks, his confidence mounts. Being cooped up in the simulation, under their conditions, surrounded by people and ciphers makes him bolder. He doesn't outright try and recognize anyone from inside the simulation. But, if someone approaches, he'll commiserate, lift his glass. Give them a wide-eyed, that did happen, right?
Days with Ilya didn't suddenly make him his sister or Oliver Queen, and his ass is handed to him the minute he tries to lowest weight class. He should stick to betting.
He gets back into the safe house late one night, quietly trying to open the fridge and collect ice into a bag. Yeah. Moving to the makeshift bar, he pours himself one more, not that he needs it, but, it cools the sting of his cheek off. )
> cut it out l safe housing
( The lack of movement in the simulation, and lack of any action on William's part only bums him out enough to get him to be more active. He uses a gym around the corner daily, and goes running in the neighborhood. He has his eye on still training and knows there's one thing he needs to practice more. And perfect.
So, several times a week after showering off for the day, he approaches someone new inside the safe house. )
Hey, this is going to sound like a line, but being without our ... power inside the simulation, it's reminded me I should actually practice mine. And you, can too. I'll show you mine?
>cut to the chase l red wings
( he's gone from the guy who 'doesn't really drink' to accepting that he does now. most nights he posts up at Red Wings. he's busy using the neural interface if nobody is nearby, poking around and seeing just how far into a backdoor he can get. he is far from the hacker he's ever been in this year but trying to pull apart code and html, he at least feels that will help.
he keeps to vodka most of the time, usually moving through a glass over the course of an arrow. not anything crazy.
later in the night, he might challenge someone to a game of darts. )
My dad would probably laugh, and my sister, that the dart I can handle is in a bar and not with a quiver.
( If he has his eye on anyone, he tries playing it close to the vest. He knows the Displaced end up here most nights so if he's looking around interested, he must be, right? Maybe he's waiting for someone. Of course, he should reach out to someone he'd be waiting for. Shouldn't he? That's how it works?
Sucks that he sucks at that, doesn't it. )
( //or, choose your own adventure and surprise me. if you have an idea or have a question, hit me up at manipulative)
William Clayton-Queen / OTA
( William fruitlessly follows El's coordinates, just in case somebody he does know shoes up in this time. His sister, maybe. But, this time, like every other, it's nobody he recognizes. But, he's been here, too. Only a month or so before. So, anything he can do to help, whether that be answering questions he can try to answer, taking anyone to the safe house, or even causing a distraction, he's ready.
Or, he was, before he'd been convinced to join the cause. He's not a man of manual labor, but it isn't moving big beams or anything taxing. What's a few hours' work for some much needed funds? Despite the work, he still keeps his short sleeve button down completely buttoned up thanks to his chest plate. And he trades his usual pair of gloves for the garden variety, literally.
He takes several breaks to get water, and approaches anyone new if he can. )
Crazy how the environment can just turn on us, right?
( It's baiting, yes. Usually it's them, the people who ravage the planet. The corrupt people. But, nobody had been here to keep any of the vegetation from getting out of control. )
> a cut above l fighting
( He makes the wrong decision to visit the fighting arena.
After two stiff drinks, his confidence mounts. Being cooped up in the simulation, under their conditions, surrounded by people and ciphers makes him bolder. He doesn't outright try and recognize anyone from inside the simulation. But, if someone approaches, he'll commiserate, lift his glass. Give them a wide-eyed, that did happen, right?
Days with Ilya didn't suddenly make him his sister or Oliver Queen, and his ass is handed to him the minute he tries to lowest weight class. He should stick to betting.
He gets back into the safe house late one night, quietly trying to open the fridge and collect ice into a bag. Yeah. Moving to the makeshift bar, he pours himself one more, not that he needs it, but, it cools the sting of his cheek off. )
> cut it out l safe housing
( The lack of movement in the simulation, and lack of any action on William's part only bums him out enough to get him to be more active. He uses a gym around the corner daily, and goes running in the neighborhood. He has his eye on still training and knows there's one thing he needs to practice more. And perfect.
So, several times a week after showering off for the day, he approaches someone new inside the safe house. )
Hey, this is going to sound like a line, but being without our ... power inside the simulation, it's reminded me I should actually practice mine. And you, can too. I'll show you mine?
>cut to the chase l red wings
( he's gone from the guy who 'doesn't really drink' to accepting that he does now. most nights he posts up at Red Wings. he's busy using the neural interface if nobody is nearby, poking around and seeing just how far into a backdoor he can get. he is far from the hacker he's ever been in this year but trying to pull apart code and html, he at least feels that will help.
he keeps to vodka most of the time, usually moving through a glass over the course of an arrow. not anything crazy.
later in the night, he might challenge someone to a game of darts. )
My dad would probably laugh, and my sister, that the dart I can handle is in a bar and not with a quiver.
( If he has his eye on anyone, he tries playing it close to the vest. He knows the Displaced end up here most nights so if he's looking around interested, he must be, right? Maybe he's waiting for someone. Of course, he should reach out to someone he'd be waiting for. Shouldn't he? That's how it works?
Sucks that he sucks at that, doesn't it. )
( //or, choose your own adventure and surprise me. if you have an idea or have a question, hit me up at