From Elle.

Oct. 11th, 2010 03:28 pm
olliequeen: (I'm Listening)


You Are a Wool Scarf



You are a smart and sensible person. You plan for the future and always try to be prepared.

You have a great sense of style, but you never sacrifice comfort or function. Your scarf needs to look good and keep you warm!



You know how to take care of yourself. You find comfort easily, and you are good at comforting others.

You are streamlined and efficient. You are very productive. You know how to cut the junk out of your life.


From Elle.

Aug. 4th, 2010 09:03 am
olliequeen: (Chlollie: Smiling at one another)


Your Love Style is Agape



You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.

Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.

You are willing to sacrifice your world for your sweetie.

Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.

For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.


olliequeen: (Oliver: Only the beginning)
He'd wanted to go to the community center immediately after getting Rick and the others off the streets, but an emergency call from Queen Industries had come in before he had the chance. He'd taken a flight from Metropolis to Star City, and had barely had four hours of sleep in the last three days as he finally made his way into the center. It was a bit earlier than usual, and the center wasn't open yet.

He let himself in, letting Mocha off her leash and chuckling involuntarily when she tore off into the direction of Mia's room. He shut the door behind him, heading toward the kitchen. He didn't drink a lot of coffee, but today he actually needed it. At least he was returning with good news though.
olliequeen: (Arrow | City's other guardian)
He stood on the roof of The Lucky Star, holding onto his crossbow. Normally he'd rather use an old-fashioned bow, but normally he wasn't going up against eight guys, either. Even Green Arrow had limitations. Which was why he'd called in a favor from a friend that he knew would be happy to help out.

"Are you in position?" he asked, his voice quiet and distorted as he spoke into the comm device.
olliequeen: (Oliver: Big Grin)
Oliver had taken the afternoon off from Queen Industries in order to spend some time at the Metropolis Community Center. The place was filled with activity: kids doing homework at some of the tables, some playing a game of pool, and others just sitting around talking and listening to music.

A smile touched his lips. It had taken months of planning to get the place built and finally opened, and the more time he spent there, the more time he wanted to spend there. He grinned as one of the kids played a game of tug-of-war with he and Chloe's collie-pup. It amazed him how much Mocha had grown over the last three months, but he'd never had a dog before, so he'd never given it much thought.

Shaking his head with amusement, he stirred the pot of chili he was fixing as he kept an eye on things.
olliequeen: (Oliver: Dressy and Drinking)
Oliver Queen was not a happy man as he stood in the middle of the crowd in the penthouse of one of the city's wealthiest politicians. His fingers were curled tightly around the glass of champagne in his hand, but he wasn't interested in drinking it. Not tonight. No, tonight, he was on duty, whether anyone else in the room was aware of it or not.

He'd been hearing disturbing rumors about the old man who was celebrating his sixtieth birthday that day. And not just about him, but about several of the other party-goers, as well. Several of whom happened to be employees at the Metropolis branch of Queen Industries.

So he'd come to find out for himself. Rumors weren't good enough, he needed to learn the truth, no matter how ugly it might be, firsthand. Which was the only reason he was there and not out patrolling the streets.

Chloe was having a girl's evening with Lana, which he knew both women were in need of considering how little Lex let Lana out of his sight. The thought of Lex Luthor only made him tense more.

He forced himself to take a deep breath and he nodded at a couple of familiar individuals as they wove through the crowd.

And that's when he spotted them.

A large, muscular man leading a young woman into the penthouse, his hand gripping firmly onto her upper arm. He could see even from where he stood that the girl wasn't happy to be there. He watched the way her eyes darted around the crowded room as though searching for an escape, as though the man holding onto her was going to let her out of his grip.

Oliver's jaw tightened as he glanced around, taking note of the fact that the birthday boy was nowhere to be found, and the beefy man was tugging the young woman down the hallway and out of sight.

Son of a bitch.

He hated when rumors turned out to be true.
olliequeen: (Oliver: Yeah I know I'm cute smile)
There is a note left on Chloe's desk at the Daily Planet that reads:

Chloe,

Afraid you'll have to wait until after work for the day's gift. Somehow I don't think your bosses would appreciate this one very much.

Love,
Ollie

P.S. Curious now, aren't you?
olliequeen: (Chlollie: Smiling at one another)
This jacket is wrapped neatly in a box and placed on Chloe's desk at the Daily Planet that morning.

Chloe~

I couldn't not get this one. Admittedly, it's as much for me as it is for you. I'll make it up to you, though.

Love,
Ollie
olliequeen: (Oliver: Big Grin)
Two of these are in a small envelope on Chloe's desk at the Daily Planet that morning.

The note reads:

Happy Day Ten.

Love,
Ollie
olliequeen: (Chlollie: Watchtower and Green Arrow)
These three items are wrapped separately and set on Chloe's desk at the Daily Planet, along with this note:

Chloe~

Just in case.

Love,
Ollie
olliequeen: (Chlollie: Smiling at one another)
Two mugs are set out on the counter by the coffee pot that morning, along with a note that reads:

Chloe~

Got called into the office, but I'll see you this evening. Hope you like the mugs.

Love,
Ollie
olliequeen: (Chlollie: Smiling at one another)
These are wrapped in small box with shiny silver paper and a tiny green bow and sitting on Chloe's desk at the Planet.

Hope you like them.

Love,
Ollie
olliequeen: (Oliver: Satisfied Grin)
This is on Chloe's desk at the Daily Planet when she arrives for work.

The note says:

A little different from the others, but I figured you could make good use of it.

Love,
Ollie
olliequeen: (Amused)
This is delivered to Chloe's desk at the Daily Planet in a small gift-wrapped box.

The note attached reads:

A new watch for Watchtower. Cheesy, I know. Couldn't resist.

Love,
Ollie
olliequeen: (Oliver: Shy Grin)
This is wrapped in a small box with a tiny green bow and hand-delivered to Chloe's desk at the Daily Planet ala one very speedy delivery boy, along with this handwritten note:

I couldn't pass this one up. I'm sure you'll know why.

Love,
Ollie
olliequeen: (Oliver: Satisfied Grin)
Oliver had already completed the majority of his Christmas shopping for the season. But there was one item--the most important one on his list--that he really wanted a second opinion on. Lois was out of town for the week, visiting the General, and the other woman whose name came to mind just happened to be nearby on business.

Anytime Bela was in or even near Kansas, they made an effort to visit and catch up, so the timing had been perfect. Chloe was at work for the day, so he knew he'd have plenty of time to visit with Bela and get her thoughts on the particular gift in question.

Now he was just waiting for her to arrive at the clocktower.
olliequeen: (Oliver: Satisfied Grin)
This is delivered to Chloe's desk at the Daily Planet, along with a handwritten note:

Hope you like day three. See you tonight.

Love,
Ollie
olliequeen: (Chlollie: <3)
Oliver set about making a pot of coffee as he listened to the sound of the shower running down the hall, a smile on his lips. He glanced at the package on the counter, grabbed two coffee mugs from the cabinet and placed them by the coffee pot. Then, still smiling, he headed out to the living room, dropping onto the sofa with the morning's paper, opening it and beginning to read, even though he was also paying attention to the sound of the water being shut off, of doors being opened and closed, and finally, of footsteps making their way down the hallway and toward the kitchen.

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