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entrancelogs2014-08-26 09:56 pm
rues) wrote in entrancelogs2014-08-26 09:56 pm
( closed ) coming out of my cage and i've been doing just fine
Who: Clarisse La Rue + Annabeth Chase, America, and you!
Where: Around Wonderland, specific locations below.
When: August 25 & 30
Rating: PG13, for Clarisse's mouth, as always. Also kind of NSFW because, well, dicks.
Summary: The Talk with Annabeth, followed by Why Are Clarisse and America Talking About Dicks.
The Story:
annabeth chase ▌august 25, afternoon. clarisse's room.
[ this ... this has been a long time coming. it's been three months since she's spoken to annabeth — technically, anyway. clarisse isn't entirely sure if that weird high school event really counts, considering none of them knew what wonderland even was or about all the things that had happened since they got here. she vaguely recalls percy and nico were dating or something (weird, but whatever, she's not going to ask), but most of all she remembers she and annabeth were ... well, they were really cool. they were close. they were family. that's not to say that they aren't family now, but they definitely aren't ... close. not as close as they should be for knowing each other for almost half of their lives.
so it's time. it's time to suck it up and get this over with. percy's birthday might have given her the final push because she actually enjoyed herself for the first time in what's felt like a really long time, even if it was mostly the alcohol. she gives it a week after that to decide if she really wants to go through with this or not, if she really wants to finally have this talk — but she's talked to blake and dean about it already. she should be able to talk to annabeth about it. should. it's harder when she was the one who found her in the first place, when she was so involved. it makes it hard to type, her hands shaking, her heart racing. she knew this wasn't going to be easy, but she can't back down now. she wants to do this; she wants to move on. she needs to. for herself, for annabeth — for everyone, really. with a deep breath, she finally sends her message. ]
hey, wise girl
we need to talk
[ she almost leaves it at that, but as much as she'd like to have this conversation hiding behind text, they need to have it in person. quickly, she amends: ]
my place or yours?
america ▌august 30, evening. fourth floor theater.
[ despite that weird as fuck text conversation she had with america where he tried to ask her out, clarisse still stands by the fact that they're friends — oddly enough, he's one of the closest ones she's got in wonderland, not counting the complicated relationship she has with percy and annabeth. things are definitely getting better now that she's finally gotten her head out of her ass, she feels like she can actually have fun without feeling like she's running from some deep emotional trauma. there is still some emotional trauma, but that's kind of part of the whole demigod job description. she feels like america can definitely relate, anyway, because, well, he's the united states of america. she knows about all the wars he's been in and that shit is traumatizing.
but tonight isn't about drowning their ptsd with liquor, though there probably still will be liquor involved. tonight is really just a night to have fun for the sake of having fun. they've got shitty movies and popcorn and their big mouths to make the night interesting — but not like that, jesus. the new theater is a godsend, really, and clarisse isn't quite sure why no one had thought to make one before. it's better than hanging out in one of their rooms and they get to watch shitty movies on the big screen on nice, comfortable couches or on the huge pile of gigantic pillows. it's actually really comfortable and a lot more fun when it's just her and america instead of all of fucking wonderland. if something were going to happen between them, she could see it happening here.
the movie that's currently playing is a wonderful gem called one-eyed monster. the box looked pretty legit, despite the fact that she'd asked the closet for a dick flick as a joke. it's already a winner in her book when it turns out to be a horror movie and kind of a porno all in one. and then this happens ... ]
[ and she absolutely loses her shit. she has to pause the movie to try to contain herself, but she's pretty sure she's going to crack her ribs before she stops laughing. she looks over to america and puts on her best serious face and manages to quote the best line. ]
You wanna know what Hell sounds like? I think it sounds like 30 men gettin' massacred by a dick. [ and then she loses it all over again. ] Oh my God, America, I think I'm gonna die. [ they haven't even busted out the booze yet. ]
Where: Around Wonderland, specific locations below.
When: August 25 & 30
Rating: PG13, for Clarisse's mouth, as always. Also kind of NSFW because, well, dicks.
Summary: The Talk with Annabeth, followed by Why Are Clarisse and America Talking About Dicks.
The Story:
annabeth chase ▌august 25, afternoon. clarisse's room.
[ this ... this has been a long time coming. it's been three months since she's spoken to annabeth — technically, anyway. clarisse isn't entirely sure if that weird high school event really counts, considering none of them knew what wonderland even was or about all the things that had happened since they got here. she vaguely recalls percy and nico were dating or something (weird, but whatever, she's not going to ask), but most of all she remembers she and annabeth were ... well, they were really cool. they were close. they were family. that's not to say that they aren't family now, but they definitely aren't ... close. not as close as they should be for knowing each other for almost half of their lives.
so it's time. it's time to suck it up and get this over with. percy's birthday might have given her the final push because she actually enjoyed herself for the first time in what's felt like a really long time, even if it was mostly the alcohol. she gives it a week after that to decide if she really wants to go through with this or not, if she really wants to finally have this talk — but she's talked to blake and dean about it already. she should be able to talk to annabeth about it. should. it's harder when she was the one who found her in the first place, when she was so involved. it makes it hard to type, her hands shaking, her heart racing. she knew this wasn't going to be easy, but she can't back down now. she wants to do this; she wants to move on. she needs to. for herself, for annabeth — for everyone, really. with a deep breath, she finally sends her message. ]
hey, wise girl
we need to talk
[ she almost leaves it at that, but as much as she'd like to have this conversation hiding behind text, they need to have it in person. quickly, she amends: ]
my place or yours?
america ▌august 30, evening. fourth floor theater.
[ despite that weird as fuck text conversation she had with america where he tried to ask her out, clarisse still stands by the fact that they're friends — oddly enough, he's one of the closest ones she's got in wonderland, not counting the complicated relationship she has with percy and annabeth. things are definitely getting better now that she's finally gotten her head out of her ass, she feels like she can actually have fun without feeling like she's running from some deep emotional trauma. there is still some emotional trauma, but that's kind of part of the whole demigod job description. she feels like america can definitely relate, anyway, because, well, he's the united states of america. she knows about all the wars he's been in and that shit is traumatizing.
but tonight isn't about drowning their ptsd with liquor, though there probably still will be liquor involved. tonight is really just a night to have fun for the sake of having fun. they've got shitty movies and popcorn and their big mouths to make the night interesting — but not like that, jesus. the new theater is a godsend, really, and clarisse isn't quite sure why no one had thought to make one before. it's better than hanging out in one of their rooms and they get to watch shitty movies on the big screen on nice, comfortable couches or on the huge pile of gigantic pillows. it's actually really comfortable and a lot more fun when it's just her and america instead of all of fucking wonderland. if something were going to happen between them, she could see it happening here.
the movie that's currently playing is a wonderful gem called one-eyed monster. the box looked pretty legit, despite the fact that she'd asked the closet for a dick flick as a joke. it's already a winner in her book when it turns out to be a horror movie and kind of a porno all in one. and then this happens ... ]
[ and she absolutely loses her shit. she has to pause the movie to try to contain herself, but she's pretty sure she's going to crack her ribs before she stops laughing. she looks over to america and puts on her best serious face and manages to quote the best line. ]
You wanna know what Hell sounds like? I think it sounds like 30 men gettin' massacred by a dick. [ and then she loses it all over again. ] Oh my God, America, I think I'm gonna die. [ they haven't even busted out the booze yet. ]