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entrancelogs2014-03-21 03:02 pm
rues) wrote in entrancelogs2014-03-21 03:02 pm
i don't care what you think as long as it's about me
Who: Clarisse La Rue and YOU TOO!
Where: The gazebo, the carnival, the 5th Floor, and anywhere else you want it to be!
When: 3/20/14 - 3/27/14
Rating: PG13 just to keep it safe. Clarisse has a mouth.
Summary: She always wanted to be a boy, right? Also daddy issues! And a flood?!
The Story:
① BUT GIRLS DO IT BETTER | MARCH 20-21
[ being a daughter of ares is hard. ares embodies masculinity. clarisse has always been under extreme scrutiny just for being a girl. she's always had to prove herself ten times more than her brothers, and she's the first daughter of ares to actually prove anything in a long time. she doesn't even know the names of her sisters, just that they exist. somewhere. what have they accomplished? she couldn't tell you. and that makes her angry.
sure, she's happy to represent the whole female clan of ares children, but it makes her mad that she never had a female rolemodel to look up to. someone that understands her point of view. none of her brothers really get it. they have it easy. she never has. praise is hard to come by for children of ares, but even harder for daughters. clarisse is still fighting for her father's approval. (or so she thinks.)
to be honest, she should be glad she's suddenly a boy. but, really? it just makes her mad. it feels like cheating. how is she supposed to prove herself as a daughter of ares in a boy's body? so, of course, she fumes and takes out her frustration on the gazebo, giving one of the columns by the stairs a swift roundhouse kick. it cracks under the force of her foot. sorry, bill. ]
TURN ME BACK, GODDAMMIT!
② A TERRIFYING AND IMPOSING FIGURE | MARCH 22-23
[ clarisse has never actually been to a carnival. she didn't get to do a lot of normal fun mortal things when she was a kid. "unresolved anger issues," her mom said. she got grounded a lot, to say the least. not that that solved any of her behavioral issues. it's just in her nature to pick fights. anyway, when does a carnival ever come to phoenix? it's too damn hot to live there half the time. another reason clarisse prefers being a year-rounder, getting away from the blistering heat of phoenix, arizona.
the bright lights and the rides catch her attention; her curiosity gets the best of her, honestly. but what she expects to be a fun visit to a carnival turns into something out of her nightmares. she's about to play one of those shooting games — point, aim, sh —
she nearly jumps out of her skin, completely missing her target. no, she didn't just... she turns her head stiffly, frowning with wide eyes. nothing. of course there's nothing there. her dad wouldn't be here. couldn't be... could he?
she shakes her head, steels herself, tries again. it's just a stupid carnival game. even if it is rigged, she's shot harder targets and never missed. she takes a deep breath. ]
Better keep your eyes peeled, Dad.
[ she aims again and just out of the corner of her eye she can see her dad, the god of war. fine, wonderland, if this is how you want her to prove herself, she will. she wills her hands to stop shaking and shoots. ]
③ PERSEUS MAXIMUS | MARCH 24
[ clarisse figured maybe the magic closet in her room would give her her body back. but no. it doesn't. she's still stuck in percy's stupid body with his stupid face and his stupid everything and she just wants to go back to being a girl and in her own body.
she storms back into the hall. like. literally. tartarus hath no fury.
she feels a weird tugging in her gut and she can hear something rumble from down the hall, like every pipe on the whole floor is bursting.
and, well, actually. they are.
she growls and punches the wall next to her, creating a fist-sized crater in it. a few seconds later, she hears it.
the very distinct WHOOOOOSH of hundreds of gallons of water rushing down the hall, flooding the whole floor.
]
Oh, shit—
[ a wave rounds a corner and hits her full on, knocking her flat on the ground. if she knew how to control percy's abilities at all maybe she wouldn't be sitting on her ass in the hallway soaking wet. but there she is, look unhappy as ever, soaking wet and still stuck in percy jackson's body, vowing revenge. ]
Where: The gazebo, the carnival, the 5th Floor, and anywhere else you want it to be!
When: 3/20/14 - 3/27/14
Rating: PG13 just to keep it safe. Clarisse has a mouth.
Summary: She always wanted to be a boy, right? Also daddy issues! And a flood?!
The Story:
① BUT GIRLS DO IT BETTER | MARCH 20-21
[ being a daughter of ares is hard. ares embodies masculinity. clarisse has always been under extreme scrutiny just for being a girl. she's always had to prove herself ten times more than her brothers, and she's the first daughter of ares to actually prove anything in a long time. she doesn't even know the names of her sisters, just that they exist. somewhere. what have they accomplished? she couldn't tell you. and that makes her angry.
sure, she's happy to represent the whole female clan of ares children, but it makes her mad that she never had a female rolemodel to look up to. someone that understands her point of view. none of her brothers really get it. they have it easy. she never has. praise is hard to come by for children of ares, but even harder for daughters. clarisse is still fighting for her father's approval. (or so she thinks.)
to be honest, she should be glad she's suddenly a boy. but, really? it just makes her mad. it feels like cheating. how is she supposed to prove herself as a daughter of ares in a boy's body? so, of course, she fumes and takes out her frustration on the gazebo, giving one of the columns by the stairs a swift roundhouse kick. it cracks under the force of her foot. sorry, bill. ]
TURN ME BACK, GODDAMMIT!
② A TERRIFYING AND IMPOSING FIGURE | MARCH 22-23
[ clarisse has never actually been to a carnival. she didn't get to do a lot of normal fun mortal things when she was a kid. "unresolved anger issues," her mom said. she got grounded a lot, to say the least. not that that solved any of her behavioral issues. it's just in her nature to pick fights. anyway, when does a carnival ever come to phoenix? it's too damn hot to live there half the time. another reason clarisse prefers being a year-rounder, getting away from the blistering heat of phoenix, arizona.
the bright lights and the rides catch her attention; her curiosity gets the best of her, honestly. but what she expects to be a fun visit to a carnival turns into something out of her nightmares. she's about to play one of those shooting games — point, aim, sh —
she nearly jumps out of her skin, completely missing her target. no, she didn't just... she turns her head stiffly, frowning with wide eyes. nothing. of course there's nothing there. her dad wouldn't be here. couldn't be... could he?
she shakes her head, steels herself, tries again. it's just a stupid carnival game. even if it is rigged, she's shot harder targets and never missed. she takes a deep breath. ]
Better keep your eyes peeled, Dad.
[ she aims again and just out of the corner of her eye she can see her dad, the god of war. fine, wonderland, if this is how you want her to prove herself, she will. she wills her hands to stop shaking and shoots. ]
③ PERSEUS MAXIMUS | MARCH 24
[ clarisse figured maybe the magic closet in her room would give her her body back. but no. it doesn't. she's still stuck in percy's stupid body with his stupid face and his stupid everything and she just wants to go back to being a girl and in her own body.
she storms back into the hall. like. literally. tartarus hath no fury.
she feels a weird tugging in her gut and she can hear something rumble from down the hall, like every pipe on the whole floor is bursting.
and, well, actually. they are.
she growls and punches the wall next to her, creating a fist-sized crater in it. a few seconds later, she hears it.
the very distinct WHOOOOOSH of hundreds of gallons of water rushing down the hall, flooding the whole floor.
]Oh, shit—
[ a wave rounds a corner and hits her full on, knocking her flat on the ground. if she knew how to control percy's abilities at all maybe she wouldn't be sitting on her ass in the hallway soaking wet. but there she is, look unhappy as ever, soaking wet and still stuck in percy jackson's body, vowing revenge. ]
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It's cool, soldier, relax.
[ there's that tone again, that authoritative one, despite her use of the word "cool" instead of something more... formal. he might even notice she's standing a little bit straighter than usual despite her attempt to relax her position. her eyes dart to the side for a second and she frowns when she can't seem to make direct eye contact with whatever is haunting her. ]
You didn't happen to see a big guy with a crew cut in a leather jacket wearing red-tinted sunglasses... did you?
[ she knows that probably sounds crazy, but she feels like she's going a little bit crazy right now. it'd be nice to know she isn't alone. ]
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Her tone makes him straighten in his stance, too. He automatically responds to authority and, apparently, even authoritative voices, so even if she's telling him to relax, he sort of does anything but. He'll take some time later to feel ridiculous over responding this way to the voice of a teenager.
Eyes on her, Wash watches Clarisse curiously as she seems...almost unsettled. And not by him. Blinking, he glances off to the side where she was just looking and gives his head a shake.]
No, sorry. Why, are you looking for him?
[Not catching sight of whatever it is she'd just been looking at, his gaze drifts back to her, intrigued.]
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No, I...
[ she hesitates, not sure if she wants to admit what's going on here, that she's probably hallucinating her dad because she still feels like the inadequate daughter he thought she was back on the uss birmingham. her quest to the sea of monsters happened so long ago, but despite the fact that she succeeded and then years later succeeded in slaying one of the mightiest drakons, she still feels like that isn't enough. she feels like she's disappointing him even now, just by being in wonderland. ]
It's my dad.
no subject
Your dad?
[Frowning now, he peers down at her, concerned. Is this place having some sort of effect on people like the other new areas? But even if it is... What does her dad have to do with anything? He's completely lost, and she's not giving him much to work with.]
What about him?
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I don't know, he's just... here. Or not here. I'm not really sure. It's like he's watching me, but every time I turn to look, he's gone. I'm pretty sure Wonderland's just messing with me, because...
[ she stops there, trailing off, not sure if she wants to say "because he's a god and they're basically untouchable." yeah, maybe not... ]
There's just no way he could be here. Actually be here.