<div class="floatleft">(https://attitude.co.uk/media/images/2014/06/10390168_668531766545400_39977923594089430_n.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Roy Harper<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>He wore these things and took some of them off: red hoodie jacket, black sleeveless compression shirt, black workout sweatpants, and blue cap.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>1000+<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary Gymnasium --> Portland, Oregon<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Lost interest in the conversation<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Brion, Raven, Open<br/><hr/>Roy stood there between Brion and Raven, and he felt himself fading. His entire body beginning to vanish as they were engrossed in a conversation about sex. It seemed to derail any thoughts of training and fitness. The archer slowly arched a brow at the two of them unsure why Brion’s sex life mattered or why sex was even brought up in a gym, but it wasn’t a conversation he was interested in, especially when he just met his teammates.<br/><br/>“Hey, I’m gonna head out,” Roy informed as he shrugged his bow from his shoulder and squeezed its grip. The bowstring compressed as its arms folded inward until it was a red pipe in his hand. He placed the weapon back in his bag along with his quiver and zipped it up. Picking it up, he glanced to Raven and Brion with a smile and bade, “I’ll see you guys next time we have a meeting or something.”<br/><br/>He opened one of the side pockets of the duffel bag and removed the teleportation device the JL had given them. The programmed coordinates in it made it easy to warp back and forth whenever he needed to. With the push of a button, Roy warped back to his apartment in Portland, Oregon.