<div class="floatleft">(http://static02.mediaite.com/themarysue/uploads/2015/03/arrow-stephen-amell.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Green Arrow (Oliver Queen)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(10:07 am), March 17, 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Arrowcave beneath Verdatte Club<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black shirt, Black sweats<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Black Canary/Dinah Laurel Lance<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Its not just the world that needs Green Arrow to join the League. I NEED you." Oliver sighed and stood up at this. He needed to prove his point and he had an idea how. "Dinah. Since I've been back, I haven't been the Green Arrow." Walking over to his case that held his costume and choice of weapon, Oliver gripped the bow with his left hand and pulled it out of the case. Taking an arrow with it and a tennis ball from the desk near it, Oliver threw the tennis ball at the farthest wall, which was to his left. Taking his bow and aiming it with an arrow nocked back, Oliver took a second longer than he usually need to for aiming. Releasing the arrow, the arrow soared through the air only for it to miss the mark by inches.<br/><br/>"If there was anything the league has taught me, it was that I can't be who I was anymore. Not after Merlyn. I'm stronger, more disciplined, and probably reached my peak at physical fitness. Yet, I'm still damaged. Another victim to a homicidal maniac's brainwashing." Oliver set his bow on the desk nearest to him and walked over to grab the tennis ball. Picking it up, Oliver looked at it for a moment. Maybe he was hoping he would find a slight cut from the arrow or maybe he was so fixiated on the idea that he missed that he felt some sort of anxiety as he stared at the ball. Whatever was running through Oliver's mind, the fact remained that he lost his touch. No joke or amount of witty banter would ever bring it back.<br/><br/>"Heh. Funny. On my worse day with a glass of Hennessy, I'd be able to nail a bullseye with one arm tied behind my back. Seeing this ball in one piece is very depressing." Oliver looked over to Dinah and smiled, bouncing the ball on the ground and catching it in mid air. "You understand. You've seen me in action. Even been at the other end of an arrow back when we first met. Doll Maker if I'm remembering right." Oliver chuckled to himself as he remembered when he captured Dinah with a trick arrow from at least two rooftops away while she was moving. It was pretty average shot in Oliver's mind, knowing he's done more notable trick shots. Thinking back on that shot, Oliver was glad he made it. Otherwise, Oliver would have probably never associated himself with "Pretty Bird" Dinah Laurel Lance that day.