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Post by Carrie Cutter on Aug 17, 2013 16:20:54 GMT
She tried to get back up, but it wasn't working.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Aug 17, 2013 16:23:36 GMT
Harley returned with a few straps, which she used to secure Carrie to the chair. "Please, don't get up." She said, giggling for a moment.
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Post by Carrie Cutter on Aug 17, 2013 16:26:41 GMT
The upside was that she probably wasn't going to be moved, at least...
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Post by Harley Quinn on Aug 17, 2013 16:29:46 GMT
Her phone rang, and she checked it. "Damn it, really?" She sighed. "Well, cutie, I have to go do something. Stay here, okay?" She kissed her again, once more zipping the eyes shut, before walking out.
Okay, this made a half hour of her being off course. Something was wrong. Ollie suited up and uploaded the tracker data to his phone, before setting out.
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Post by Carrie Cutter on Aug 17, 2013 16:30:46 GMT
When she was sure that the other woman was gone she struggled and tried to pull herself out, but that wasn't happening. She was still just as stuck as before.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Aug 17, 2013 16:33:11 GMT
Harley skipped off down the street, humming happily.
Ollie approached the building, seeing guards. Well, at least, this time whoever grabbed her is a bit smarter.
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Post by Carrie Cutter on Aug 17, 2013 16:33:39 GMT
She rocked as hard as she could, tipping the chair over. But she was still stuck.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 17, 2013 17:00:57 GMT
Ollie dropped in, choking a guard into unconsciousness and depositing him inside the garage. Another guard saw him and fired a few rounds, but Ollie took him out with an arrow to the throat.
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Post by Carrie Cutter on Aug 17, 2013 20:05:41 GMT
Were those gunshots? She kept struggling, but couldn't get past the straps.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 17, 2013 20:09:45 GMT
A quick fist-fight later, and two more guards were down for the count. Ollie ran up the stairs, to find.... Carrie, in some serious bondage gear.
"Guards to defend someone who can barely move." Ollie muttered.
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Post by Carrie Cutter on Aug 17, 2013 20:12:10 GMT
She struggled when she heard a voice. Was it someone to help?
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 17, 2013 20:15:34 GMT
Ollie set her right, before undoing the straps that held her to the chair and taking the hood off. "Are you okay?"
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Post by Carrie Cutter on Aug 17, 2013 20:16:37 GMT
"More or less...," she said.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 17, 2013 20:31:40 GMT
Ollie set about unstrapping the straitjacket, setting his bow on the ground.
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Post by Carrie Cutter on Aug 17, 2013 20:33:01 GMT
When she was free she started to look for her clothes. She glanced up at the door, snatched up the bow and an arrow from his quiver and loosed an arrow into the oncoming man's chest, dropping him. He ended up shooting into the ceiling.
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