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It had been a struggle to reassure her mom that up the coastline to Central City would in fact not get her killed. It had ended up taking a self defense class, taser, and some mace before her mom was satisfied. So, when she heard the scream from the next door apartment a week after moving in, Felicity wasn't sure whether she wanted to curse or thank her mom. She quickly grabbed her mace and cell phone before creeping out her front door to investigate.
She wasn't entirely sure who it was that lived next door as they'd yet to run into one another while coming or going. But whoever it was had sounded pretty frightened and Felicity wasn't one to not give help where it was needed. She just hoped it wouldn't end up with her becoming a story on the 10 o'clock news.
Pushing open the door, she stuck her head in and yelled a quick, "Hello?"
From somewhere in a back room she heard a voice call out, "Hey, I'm back here. Just be careful, I saw a snake."
The voice was definitely male, Felicity mused, as she made her way to the back, mace still held out the ready. As she peeked her head into the bedroom, she was greeted with a sight she wasn't quite ready to see.
The first thing she noticed was the snake that was curled up on the floor in between the bed and the far window, the brown and white stripes standing out against the light red of the carpet. On the bed itself was a man, around her age, and he was wearing nothing but his boxers.
"Are those beakers and bunsen burners?" Felicity asked, completely forgetting the original reason she'd come in the first place.
"Are those nesting dolls?" He shot back, "I'm a bit more worried about the killer snake in my room."
"Oh that?" Felicity said, looking over to where the snake sat. She grabbed up the shirt off his dresser (STAR labs was printed across the front) and grabbed a pillow case on the bed before making her way around the bed to where the snake was coiled up, "It's not poisonous, so you can come down." And then she threw the shirt over the snake before scooping it up in the pillow case. Leaning out the open window, she dropped the bundle out the window before closing it up tight, "That's how it probably came in. You're just lucky it wasn't a Rattler. I had to deal with those once in Vegas. Pretty scary stuff."
She looked back up at the man who was still on the bed but was looking at her as if she'd somehow cured cancer or created a new asymmetric algorithm for firewall encryption. Which she actually had, ages ago, but preferred to only use that one on her private things, "What did you say your name was again?"
"Oh. Uh, Barry. Allen."
"Felicity. Smoak."