#oliver 01

For the record, it was not his idea to meet in a motel room.

Their normal meeting place was currently blocked by construction crews and this was the next best option on a time crunch. At least the transients wouldn’t notice the Mayor’s son uber-ing up to a shoddy motel, a hood pulled low over his face to obscure it in shadow. His only exposed hand clutched the key to the motel room, and that pressure was the only thing to keep it from shaking. When he cast his eye down the line of motel rooms, the people he saw were beneath him. Lower than the low. Even his withdrawals were better than their highest highs. 

He shut the door behind him and flicked on the light. The room was covered in an eternal layer of dust. The bedspread looked starched into place and stained with years of bodily fluids and pesticide. The thought of going anywhere near that fabric made his stomach lurch. Instead, he found himself standing uncomfortably in the middle of the room. The clock on the nightstand showed 10:15 pm - not late enough for the parking lot to be deserted, but not too early to arouse suspicion. 

No matter how many times he met Oliver, Elijah was going to be suspicious. Suspicious that someone followed him, that someone would see, that Oliver would break his agreement and tell the world about their arrangement. If he did, there would be no Oliver for the world to discuss. That much he could be sure of.

As a car pulled up outside of the room, Elijah stepped away from the blinds and waited in silence. When the door finally opened and Oliver walked in, he stepped forward and yanked him inside only to slam the door shut behind him.

“Where the fuck have you been, Hayde?”

- June 2013

Grabbing one of the magazine off of her brother’s coffee table she sighed as she got a view of the cover. Who for fucks sake was reading magazines about cars?! She was really hoping for something more juicy or at least scientific, but this was neither of those attributes and her brother had just messaged her that he was running late, great. They wanted to get lunch together but it seemed as if that would change to dinner. Gladly enough she had the keys to his apartment so she could let herself him. A year ago he had given them to her with the words that if she ever needed to crash somewhere else than at home he’d rather have her with him than anywhere else. Will coud be really over protective but sometimes it had it’s upsides. 

Strolling towards the kitchen she took a look into the fridge, taking out the juice an pouring herself a glass she thought about whether she should order lunch in or actually try to cook something. If she’d fuck it up it would at least not be her place she’d burn down. Just before she could start the mayhem the door rang and with a raised eyebrow she went to open it. Did her brother manage to lose his key somehow or who else would come around? Opening the door with the glass of juice in her hand she just wanted to start giving her brother a lecture on leaving his stuff everywhere when she saw an other person standing outside. Looking at the guy it took her a few seconds before she realized who it was. “Wait, Oli? Oliver Ryan?” She asked, still a little insecure. After all she hadn’t seen him ever since he went on his first tour for the army and even before they barely knew each other. He had always been a good friend of Will’s but she had just been his little sister and damn back in the day she didn’t want anything to do with either him nor his friends. 

Yet the thought seemed to concern Boxer somewhat, unable to help the way his brows furrowed. It wasn't like the kid was safe in Spirale, either-- especially with all the crazy things that happened more often than he would of like. Briefly, the man seemed to get lost in thought for a moment; and as he did.. things started to appear behind him.

"Our world used to be a lot safer than it is now. We've got robots running rampant all over the place-- though I guess the worst thing we faced was what I call The Spine. Nasty thing. Long like a worm, but huge. Breaks the ground whenever it hits it. 'm glad we put that thing to rest the last time we were h--"

.. weird. Why did it feel like something was watching him the more he talked about it? Slowly, Boxer started to turn his head, and to his surprise.. there it was! Watching the two of them, as if getting ready to strike at any minute. And since he wasn't in the Transistor anymore.. well..

"Oh, crap."

He picked Oliver up under his arm and started booking it.

"Runrunrunrunrunrun!"

Who: @crimsonfaux​

It was strange how one’s perception of certain places could change, Eliza noted as she drove up to the Faust mansion for dinner, a place she had once called home. It hadn’t been for long, both she and Michael had felt it was too generous an offer and they had both agreed they needed a roof over their heads if they wanted to start a family. The roof was still hers, only Michael and said family were missing. Despite how distant Oliver sometimes seemed (and she assumed she gave him the very same impression), visiting him always made her heart feel a bit fuller and left her with stinging cheeks from smiling around his children.

In an unexpected, yet perfectly explicable way, Eliza felt it was that gentle streak that still linked the both of them. While little of their old friendship remained with Michael no longer in the picture, they had, at the very least, maintained a bond through Oliver’s little ones. Eliza breathed a sigh just before she rang the doorbell, purse on one shoulder, another bag clutched in her opposite hand. She briefly peered down at her watch, half an hour early. When he opened the door, she greeted him with a tentative smile. “Hi, sorry I’m early. I’ll help chop and stir if needed.”