Below Deck! [Arrow + Open to villains & Invites]

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

Roy Harper. Arsenal. Neither really mattered tonight, well least not to begin with anyway. Save the tinge of his head hair peaking under his cap, that would be the only real five away, but so casual. Who really would pick up on such a thing. He entered the stacked deck. Naturally there was an eye here and there shot. Even if there wasn't, it always felt like someone might be watching. Roy paid little heed, acting as if almost he was meant to be here. A criminal. Surely he could come across with someone with a few evil pegs, wasn't like he hadn't seen the inside of a prison before. Making his way to the bar and ordered the particular drink, that would land him…. Access. Bingo. "Right this way." How often that had resulted in a lap dance, this was a slightly different back room and Roy was led in the back. Eventually to deep and darkened stairs. Leading somewhere deep below the deck… Stacked Deck was merely the cover. Underneath, an underground gambling. Gangs and some of the dangerous folk would be here. Trading off not just money, but various weapons. Rare items, that really it was just wouldn't be good falling into the wrong hands. "What's your name?" Roy was stopped short of entering by a big burly dude.

"Bill Forbes!"

Roy responded in a deep voice, behind his darkened glasses. Clearly ready to get his poker face on. "Oh right, Bill Forbes from Chicago." Yes, the one and only, Roy faintly nodded. Infamous for his gang violence. Handing over a cross bow, not red, but hey it wasn't completely tacky either. After the initial check over, Roy walked through the detectors, beeped all over a watch. Otherwise he was almost weaponless. Even if that was totally true. There was a huge bonus in weapons being on the table tonight. Really took two birds out with one stone. Stop a gang and score weapons at the same. Lets face it, he wasn't exactly loaded like he use to be and well he could only steal from Ollie so much. Ok, again not true, this was practically on his door step. Mind you it was a little more that trying to dodge and outsmart Ollie's security, which some probably had been set up by Roy originally. Roy made way with little than just the expect. Hmmm, wonder who he is or what he's done? Least one could assume what runs through a criminals head. Pulling himself up a chair and feeling almost like he was serving himself up to the enemy, but it would have been more wise to have told somebody about this. Then again Arsenal could ride alone sometime. Seriously what's the worst that can happen… "What would you like to drink, Mr Forbes?" Came the voice. Crap… He almost. Almost went a little red, but no, he could handle this...

"Just a Coke…!"

Casually Roy answered. Just as he could almost feel the eyes flash, there came a voice beside him… "Alcoholic? Been sober for almost 4 and half years now… You?" Roy caught glimpse of the man's sobriety coin. Suppose such a thing could effect everybody. Roy pulled out his green coin, 3 months. Not long, but hell long enough at times… "Good for you man… Cigar?" Ah, well no one is perfect as Roy took him up on his offer if a nod. OOh, fancy… More fancy than Roy usually smoked. Clipping off the end and soon lit. Ready to go. Drawing a puff in and blew out a ring. Only adding to the already building of smoke in the room. Soon his drink placed down before him. Of course it tasted like shit in place, but least in it somewhere there was caffeine. As Roy settled himself at the table of the many bad faces and various weaponry that possibly were up. Of course beginning with the lesser important. Definitely was too early to even begin to strike. Wait for when they're in the midst. Comfortable and possibly drunk if not a little high. Then maybe Roy would hardly even need back up… The dealer then began to deal out the cards. Safe behind his glasses, certainly allowed a more closer look at the goons at the table and possibly still coming. Some familiar, he had a pretty good system down in his bunker to know who he needed to know, some faces were a little more of a mystery. So it would seem.

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   After being met at the bar by a large burly man Floyd was led through some secret doors and down some stairs to a room.  Then the man told Floyd, "Wait here I'll be right back."  While Floyd was waiting in the room, he kept looking out into the hallway and observed a guy walk down and headed toward another room, Floyd just nodded.
   
   Soon the large man that he has been dealing with returned carrying two long black gun cases and lays them down on a table in front of him.  Floyd undoes the cases latches and opened both cases.  After studying the contents of both cases he reachs into one and pulls out a high-powered, bolt action sniper rifle with a scope on it.  After feeling the weight and balance of its he looks at the guy and says

   "This one will due but I also need brass casings and two pistol barrels and two trigger mechanisms."

   The large man nods and leaves.  While he is gone Floyd keeps looking out of the room to make sure no one is around and eavesdropping.   The man returned shortly with the items that he asked for.  after inspection Floyd pays for the items.  Then Floyd asks the man he is dealing with,

   "Can I leave this stuff here for a bit and would you join me for a drink?"

   The man agrees and the two leave the room to head upstairs.  The man stops and locks the door before they continue.

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Roy. Oliver compared him to an itch on his back he just couldnt reach. Everywhere he went, there was something he was losing, there was some activity going on that made him wish he had never pulled him out of the dumpster he was living in. Constant theft of arrows, money, and other resources. He had obviously interpreted it that Oliver had too much going on, and his hands were too full to notice anything a miss. He was wrong. He kept track of every bit of his property that mysteriously vanished. He even had a tracker of everything his databases looked into. The most interesting thing kept popping up, a gambling ring. Numerous profiles of people known to be involved in this sort of thing, not at all Green Arrows gig. Of course that meant it could only be one person..

Queen industries had been working on a new invention that molded a persons facial features from a material that looked and felt similar to human flesh. Too bad the device dissappeared from the Queen industrys stronghold.. And into Olivers Arrow lair.

He had a fully constructed facial disguise, complete with a black haired wig, hoodie, and jeans. The bar he found was in a questionable part of town where men wore clothes too big, and women wore clothes too small. A community of homeless people hung around not too far from it.

He walked into the door, and the area was pretty mellow. A single bar tender, few patrons scattered about the area, jukebox playing 80's music. Nothing out of place here... Except the big buff guy standing in front of the door to his far right. Of course he knew what was behind it.. He slowly walked over to the door, his hands dugged in the pockets of his hoodie. As he got closer to the door the man stepped in front of it. Oliver looked up at him with his devilish, threatening eyes. The man seemed to know that he had a demon standing in his presence. He was able to instill enough fear in a man twice his size for him to step aside. Oliver walked straight in.

He walked off to his left and sat down. Oliver took out a cigar, and chewed on the end a bit as he scanned the area, looking for anything out of place. Then he saw it... A man at a bar drinking a coke.

"Got ya.." He said under his breath.

Now all he would do is enjoy his cigar and wait around to see if things went south.

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Dinah Lance wasn't the Black Canary tonight, oh no! She was Mimi Gold, a fun loving, bar hopping, party girl. Obviously, Dinah was undercover... She had been in disguise for the last week now and eyeing some big time thugs came to the Stacked Deck, to grab a beer and shoot the shit. Oh also they did things, bad things, illegal things... well at least planning them here. Dinah as Mimi would simply flirt with them, get on their good side and then "follow them home" and take them out. Men usually tell all to a pretty girl and when their drunk and thinking they are getting lucky.

Dinah's get up was good, she was adorned in fake tattoos she had gotten from a hell of a makeup artist she knew which consisted of both her arms having tattooed sleeves and a tramp stamp that said her "name" Mimi on her back. She also wore skimpy clothes, as for tonight she wore a tight black leather top, daisy duke shorts and black biker boots along with other accessories to give her kind of a biker chick look. She also had her hair highlighted with black and pink colors along with her natural blonde toned hair. She was the good time girl with the Jersey accent, all the men loved her there. If they only knew, they were getting what they had coming to them... eventually.

She then noticed a man had walked in and took a seat in one of the booths. This man was her target, she knew exactly who he was. Edgar Martinez, a notorious drug lord form Cuba, trying to spread his drug reign in Gotham. Time to make my move. Dinah made her way to him and flirted a little. He took the bait and asked her to keep him company. She then stradled him and kissed his neck. He was liking Mimi, they had a few drinks and a little bit of kissing and flirting. He then had some business to attend to in the back room.

"Come on mama, come with Papi... we got some things we got to take care of!" Dinah smiled and took his hand and he grabbed her waist. "I'm with you Papi!" They then made their way to the back room.

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

"Hit me… Hit me… Ah, crap… I fold!"

Roy otherwise known as Bill slammed his poorly played cards down on the gambling table… He had almost got the win… He'd say almost, but really he was a few cards out at this point. Such a shame to, because now he wouldn't have that amazing weapon in his hands. Well, for a time being before possibly handing it over. Some of these weapons and items were dangerous in anyones hands… You really think Roy was just here for the sport? Oh, hell no… He wasn't a gambling man, in not the clear cut of it at least (because we all know he's the kind to take risks and if there isn't any, he'll make them.), but this was more about saving the world. Such a thing couldn't be gambled. With these weapons falling in the wrong hands, there was no telling what was gonna come of it and Roy rather not have to find out… Of course riding solo was kinda risky and Roy least knew how to play poker when it came down to it… Usually resulting in lesser clothing, but in this situation it hardly be as pleasant. Oh, gawd no. As the stench alone was bad, looking around the table. That would be just too much information.

Puffing on his cigar, he could almost get use to that, almost. The dealer set out the next go of cards and Roy was more assured he'd win this round. This… Whatever, the winning prize would be… He hardly heard what was, but it hardly mattered, because before tonight ended, he would have ceased everything. Poker game won or not. It was just a matter of timing and of course a matter of these goons getting potentially wasted, maybe not all. Eyeing the goon beside him, but least most of them would be slow or cross eyed. Tossing a couple of chips. Calling for another card… Sweet now, these were good cards… They were not fantastic by any means, but certainly not to be sniffled at. After a few of the other goons folded, Roy ended up with the winning hand… He was never much of the school sports kinda guy, mostly because he never but, it certainly felt good to win… On occasion… As he now looked to see what exactly he one… A machine gun? A machete? You can never go wrong with a mean machete. Yeah, he could get a tongued tied when it came to weapons…. The dealer tossed over the filthy poker table… A small knife. Very small switchblade to be precise… "Cute, knife" One of the goons joked and the rest soon joined… Compared to all the other impressive weapons, it did seem rather dull in comparison and for a moment Roy was a little deflated, but any weapon in his hand was a great weapon.

"Now now, boys…. It isn't the size that matters… Its how you use it!"

Roy casually and confidently defended as Bill. For all they know this criminal was gonna go back to Chicago and slice necks with it… If tonight went a certainly they may come to preview… If not necks, Roy certainly knew the right pressure points, gazing behind his darkened shades… As another burly man approached the back room… The back room where all the fun was really happening… A lot of the eyes then turned, well not so much for the burly man, but to the presence of the woman… What a woman she was? Roy's eyes snaked up the dark boots. The thighs, hmmm… The low cut shorts, held by a button most certainly wanted to pop… Not that Roy was getting any ideas… Snaking over her tattoos, laid on her skin as if they were apart of her… The mixed colours in her hair, clearly this girl had a rebel streak… "That girl is trouble, boy… Edgar will have you whacked, if he catches you even staring at her wrong." Came from the man to his right… As Roy turned to him. How was it even in the gambling rink and criminal rink, he was considered, boy? Must be the high cheek bones, that gave his youthful looks away.

"Hmmm, well trouble just happens to be my middle name."

Roy responded, with a subtle wink and it really wasn't much of a lie. If he didn't some how end up in trouble, it did generally come looking for him. When it came in the form of a lady, then well. It had always been, worth the trouble. Some men can be just to damn weak. The man at his side, simply shook his head… But, he was here for business, not for the distractions. As his eyes mindfully played from the distance, whether or not she was even his type… Did he even really have a type? Hmmm, maybe it was just women he liked… Though there was something familiar about this woman, he just couldn't put his finger on it…

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Floyd finished his drink and followed the man he was dealing with back to the room his items were in. Passing the room that the card game was in he looked and thought to himself "I gamble with my life but not my money or weapons, how stupid".

The man he is with opens the door and Floyd retrieves his items. He then walks back into the hallway and heads to the backdoor.