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EMERALDRINGED — an  independent , private && semi-selective  rp  blog for  hal  jordan — inspired  by  dc comics && headcanons !

this  is  an  independent  (s)low  activity  roleplay  blog   for  hal  jordan  aka  green  lantern  from  detective  comics .

i  go  by  alex , my  pronouns  are  he / they  and  my  timezone  is  gmt+1 .  i’m  neurodivergent  and  i  work  an  irregular  schedule  on  my irl  job ,  so  my  presence  on  the  dash  may  be  spotty  at  times !

“ space business, sure. ” because that’s not vague at all. could mean anything from aliens to a larger universal problem. which isn’t jason’s jurisdiction, usually. not since the search for the atom. but green lantern came into his neighborhood.

the gun he’s had steadily trained on the lantern lowers. just a bit.

“ you came into my alley, which makes it my business. who are you looking for? ”

          LOWERING HIS HANDS ONLY a little, Hal held them out in a way resembling caution, as if he wished to calm down the other before he would do anything reckless with that pistol. 

            “ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT.” Hands raised up a little, Hal kept his distance from the other. It’s not like he meant trouble on purpose. It was rather a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time — and after so many occasions of finding himself in such a position, one would think Hal is used to it by now. But that’s not quite the case, it seems...

              A LITTLE SMIRK TUGGED AT the corner of Hal’s mouth. It’s a fair question. He liked a joke from time to time, but he knows just as much when to be serious. He knows that some may appreciate his jokes easier than others as well... It’s all a matter of familiarity. Hal could be a handful, but he knows that the right people didn’t mind having their hands full with him.

THE DARK HORSE —  who would’ve guessed it’d be you? after all this time, it’s really you? when you were little, nobody knew your name. for so long, you’ve lived as a shade amongst shades. written off, cast aside, overlooked. you did your best work in the shadows. it took you so long to bloom, some thought you would never emerge at all. but now’s your time in the spotlight. all the heroes have failed, but you’re still standing. in the darkest hour, you came in to save the day. you’re our last hope, dark horse! — personality: clever, determined, quiet // counterpart: the killer

            IN THIS KIND OF BUSINESS, Hal had soon learned that it’s nigh impossible to keep a clean record. Yes, people like him are commonly called heroes — but how many of them truly hold a blank slate? How many of these so-called heroes can honestly say they are entirely free of guilt?

              JUST FOR NOW? Hal gave the other a look. He didn’t really believe in anything of the sort for most of his life — it’s what happens to a boy who loses his father at too young of an age. Things hadn’t exactly gotten easier ever since for Hal. His father and the things his old man believed in had left him with so many questions, and no one had the answers for him. 

             It wasn’t until many years later that Hal Jordan would see face to face with a ghost for the first time. Or, well, for as much as it counted — he couldn’t see his own reflection anywhere for as long as it was bound to last.

rapt attention,  as always,   is cast upon Hal      ⸻      the man as inspiring and admirable to Roy as he had been many moons ago,    when the archer had been but a child chasing his and Ollie’s shadows.    some of his best,   most memorable conversations had come from interactions with his ‘uncle’.     from who he had modeled fearlessness and a valor-ridden impetus which which he faced any and every task.      yet Hal’s nostalgia strikes at a dull chord in Roy’s heart,    high spirits dimming as he takes on a more subdued expression.

   “     ⊰     home is a time, not just a place  .     ⊱      “     @emeraldringed​​​ states.   the corner of Roy’s mouth lifts into a hallow smile,    expression sulky as he regards the drink within his palm intently. 

“     i’m sure you guys had the best of times.      Ollie always talks about it.   you and him off t’see America   …   still ‘dunno why y’couldn’t take me with but   —      “   he grumbles the last part between the jut of a childish pout.   it’s a bit pitiful,   really,   how he can never seem to let the roadtrip go.   he knows the factors were many,    including his age and the fact Oliver seemed intent on escaping from the reality of his personal crisis and all the responsibilities in his life,   not least of all him.   Roy sighs,    dispelling dourness with the remembrance that it’s Ollie he should reproach for this,  not Hal.    he turns in his stool with a renewed smile,   the edges of it worn not from a past grief this time,    but the weariness of their daily duties to the world.     “     y’got anymore stories from that trip   ?    ideally, the most embarrassing ones of Ollie that you can remember.    i’d trade you a tale for a tale but the happiest time of my life was the month I spent with Chesh in Sendai and if i tell y’about any of that,   i’d have to kill you.    “   he jests,   eyes drawing up into slits as he beams impishly at the other.

             HAL HAD LONG AGO CAST aside the idea that home is merely a place. Sure, there was Coast City for him to come back to at any given time. It was where it all began for Hal — his childhood, every single memory he has of his father and his mother, his brothers. In a way, it was a little bit his city — Green Lantern’s city. 

            But home is rather in people, these days. And memories. It’s in the things no one can easily take from Hal. His friends are his home, and the memories he’s made with them. And Roy’s right. There’s plenty of stories to tell about Oliver Queen — enough of the embarrassing kind, too...

              “Embarrassing stories about Oliver, huh?” Hal playfully tucked his thumb underneath his chin as if to think about it for a good moment (even if he already had a hunch which story he could share with the other). 

              “This one time, we were in the woods. Just the two of us and our gear to set up camp for the night — sleeping under the stars and all that. We thought it’d be good for the soul, or something. It’s good fun — and it was good fun, for me.” Hal smiled a little as he though back to it all and even recalled some visuals of the memory.

              “Your old man wanted to wash himself in the nearby lake. I left him be, gave him his skinny dipping privacy and all that. I kept with our stuff and had a fire going by the time he’d come back. I’d only expected him to be wearing more clothes.” A chuckle rolled off Hal’s tongue barely before he could finish his sentence.

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