You don't just go around punching people.

[chaoticgreen]

Who: Oliver Queen and Open
What: investigating crime a scene
Where: the Northern Gate location where Jazz was killed
When: Monday, early evening
Warnings: none at this time
Notes: reminder: despite some of the icons, he is not in uniform.

Comments

[atruedoctor]

Martha wasn't one for death. She'd seen it, hell, how she'd seen it. The Year That Never Was...it haunted her more than she would want to admit. The carnage the Master and the Toclafane had left behind did enough to scar someone for life, but somehow Martha had managed to live a normal one just by ignoring it. Well, as normal as she could in a new reality. But the deaths on the network scared her, and with how gruesome they were it was like she was having flashbacks

[chaoticgreen]

Ollie looked up and over when he heard her approaching, bringing up a matching smile to his bearded face. Not a fake one; the archer always resorted to humor in dark or dire situations. A murder scene counts as either, yeah?

"Not pushing till I fall over. I'm too well to stay inside," He responds, nodding his head slightly, a move that would normally involve him tapping his hat toward her in greeting, "Morbid curiousity drew me out, busted wing and all."

He moves his hands to his hips and surveys the area, "A real mystery."

[atruedoctor]

"As long as you feel fine. But if I notice anything off, it's back to resting for you."

Her voice was stern, but the playful smile was still there. She looked out and surveyed the area as well, thinking on his alibi for being there. It was on par enough with hers, morbid curiosity. There was too much morbid in this town.

"Yeah, and I doubt it'll be the last. There's been a lot of death here, too much. You know, this city has everything we could ever want, no need to do violence for means of want or need, but still people do it. It just...makes me sick, Ollie."

[chaoticgreen]

There's nothing like knowing a doctor is watching to make a man straighten his shoulders and make a dedicated effort toward acting healthy. "I'll tell you if I feel a twinge."

His features darken as he considers her next statments, eyes scanning the scene with a hard glint, "There's something sick, some moral cancer, that eats away at humanity. Hate. Violence. Crime. Corruption. Some of it is a twisted system, people in power who don't give a damn, or people on the bottom who've given up and turned on each other. But it's bigger than any one city, even one planet. People got to fight it, got to want to fight it, and that ain't ever easy."