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entrancelogs2014-05-30 10:36 pm
ripstides) wrote in entrancelogs2014-05-30 10:36 pm
( CLOSED ) WE'D MAKE A STAND
Who: Annabeth Chase, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Percy Jackson and Clarisse La Rue
Where: The Seventh Floor, Room 020
When: Not too long after this post.
Rating: PG-13 at the most.
Summary: Rachel has some things she wants to share with the class and everybody else wants to do hero things and not deal with their lives.
The Story:
[ times like these, he starts to wish for elevators. not that he thinks they would make him any less restless. standing in one of those things again with terrible music's only ever going to end in pushing all of the buttons, some of them repeatedly and tapping his foot when the doors don't open quick enough. not that it matters. he's tried staring at the stairs until they change into something more convenient and they never do. he takes as many as he can at a time to get from the second floor pool to the seventh floor, then to Rachel's door where he's sure Annabeth must already be waiting as her next door neighbor.
he wonders if Clarisse and Leo are going to make it tonight and if so, how long it's going to be before they get there. on the surface, anyway. Percy's avidly trying not to think about anything else. he squeezes his eyes shut to flush Clarisse's name out of his head and anything else that comes with it, just for five minutes. that's all he's asking for. it's not until he's in the hallway that he starts to wonder if he should have changed. for once in his life, he's not simply training with a sword or fighting, and letting the activities do the work in toning up his body for him. events from home and now from here are forcing him to be stronger, to work harder, to do something. at least his swim shorts are dry? he's been doing laps between intervals of hiding at the bottom of the pool and trying to get his head straight.
Percy exhales and shrugs, waving it off, because it's too late to turn around now. he reaches for the doorknob, hesitates, then raises his fist to knock. there's a law on privacy somewhere, he's sure. it gives him time to scan the hall and see if anyone else is on their way. ]
Where: The Seventh Floor, Room 020
When: Not too long after this post.
Rating: PG-13 at the most.
Summary: Rachel has some things she wants to share with the class and everybody else wants to do hero things and not deal with their lives.
The Story:
[ times like these, he starts to wish for elevators. not that he thinks they would make him any less restless. standing in one of those things again with terrible music's only ever going to end in pushing all of the buttons, some of them repeatedly and tapping his foot when the doors don't open quick enough. not that it matters. he's tried staring at the stairs until they change into something more convenient and they never do. he takes as many as he can at a time to get from the second floor pool to the seventh floor, then to Rachel's door where he's sure Annabeth must already be waiting as her next door neighbor.
he wonders if Clarisse and Leo are going to make it tonight and if so, how long it's going to be before they get there. on the surface, anyway. Percy's avidly trying not to think about anything else. he squeezes his eyes shut to flush Clarisse's name out of his head and anything else that comes with it, just for five minutes. that's all he's asking for. it's not until he's in the hallway that he starts to wonder if he should have changed. for once in his life, he's not simply training with a sword or fighting, and letting the activities do the work in toning up his body for him. events from home and now from here are forcing him to be stronger, to work harder, to do something. at least his swim shorts are dry? he's been doing laps between intervals of hiding at the bottom of the pool and trying to get his head straight.
Percy exhales and shrugs, waving it off, because it's too late to turn around now. he reaches for the doorknob, hesitates, then raises his fist to knock. there's a law on privacy somewhere, he's sure. it gives him time to scan the hall and see if anyone else is on their way. ]