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entrancelogs2016-06-01 06:22 pm
littledhampir) wrote in entrancelogs2016-06-01 06:22 pm
I move through town [OPEN]
Who: Rose Hathaway ][ OPEN
Where: Various: Mansion Grounds, Training Center, Beach + Other.
When: Any time during the first week of June.
Rating: May vary. PG+. Will Edit as needed.
Summary: Choose your own adventure / open catch-all for Rose. Prose or Action welcome.
The Story:
[When Rose had first arrived in Wonderland, two and a half months ago now. She had been very sure of how things were going to play out. She wasn’t going to be like half the people she’d met on her first day in the Mansion. There would be no future husbands for her here. No new BFFs or finding a job and there sure as hell wouldn’t be any damn scrapbooking.
That reasoning had kept her from even trying to fit in at first. She hadn’t really bothered getting to know her ‘fellow captives’. She’d barely bothered to go anywhere beyond the fifth floor. As far as she was concerned, she didn’t need to get to know her way around a place she wasn’t going to stay in for very long. Fitting in, familiarizing herself with her surroundings, making friends? That was the kind of thing you did when you’d been dipping into the Koolaid.
Of course, that had been fine in the beginning but as the weeks turned into months? Rose didn’t do well with sitting still for too long. Boredom made her volatile on a good day and while her bedroom in Wonderland was better than anything she’d ever had before, those four walls had started to feel like they were closing in on her. Stubborn to the point of stupid might have been Rose’s style but when you started talking to yourself? It was time to look at your choices.]
[It hadn’t been that long ago that Rose had groaned at the mere thought of dragging her ass out of bed to run laps. Her time spent on the run with Lissa, had made her lazy and she’d become a little too partial to sleeping in. If training hadn’t cured her of that laziness, being in Wonderland had and the mere fact that she was no longer forced to adhere to a night schedule, lent its own appeal to the Dhampir who always longed to be in the sun.
It was the lure of the sun that had seen Rose take to the running the grounds of the Mansion and what had started as a way to kill time, had become a part of her daily routine. The route changed every other day as a way to keep things interesting but just as soon as it was light outside. She could be found out there, pushing herself until her legs were ready to give way.]
[Of all the places in the Mansion, there was one that reminded Rose most of being back home. There was just something about the smell of sweat. Of rubber training dummies and vinyl covered mats. The sound of fists connecting with flesh and sneakers squeaking on floors that was comforting to her. Most people grew up with toys and television. Rose had this.
Most of her free time is therefore spent on the second floor. Rose pummeling one of the dummies in question with hands she often forgets to wrap and then pays for afterwards. Anyone who spends much time watching her would note a somewhat unusual style of fighting. The brunette working to land a series of blows before slamming the dummy with the side of her fist, right in the center if its chest where the heart would be on a person. The kind of blow that would undoubtedly pierce it, if she were to be fighting an actual person and happened to have a weapon in her hand.
Though she might spend most of her time training solo, Rose can always be tempted to spar. Either using a staff or hand to hand combat and when she’s not training? She’s been known to hang around and watch others, not out of boredom but a sincere interest in different fighting styles.]
[The last time Rose had been anywhere near the ocean, it had been while on Holiday with Lissa’s family. Even then, the sun had long since set before her feet had touched the sand, all the warmth depressingly leached out of it. When you lived with people who were basically, deathly allergic to the sun? The one thing she could admit to not hating about being here was the fact that she could actually enjoy the feeling of the sun on her face.
She’d discovered the beach during her morning runs and had taken to coming down here at the end of most days. Her shoes cast off to the side as her toes push through the sand. It’s generally something she does on her own but this is one of those times when Rose isn’t sending out unapproachable vibes so some company probably wouldn’t be minded if you do happen to cross her path. ]
[Between the bar on the Fifth Floor, the Dining Room, the Kitchen and various other areas of Wonderland that are worth exploring? Rose is likely to be found just about anywhere so feel free to set up something of your own for a starter or hit me up on plurk for potential plotting;![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Where: Various: Mansion Grounds, Training Center, Beach + Other.
When: Any time during the first week of June.
Rating: May vary. PG+. Will Edit as needed.
Summary: Choose your own adventure / open catch-all for Rose. Prose or Action welcome.
The Story:
[When Rose had first arrived in Wonderland, two and a half months ago now. She had been very sure of how things were going to play out. She wasn’t going to be like half the people she’d met on her first day in the Mansion. There would be no future husbands for her here. No new BFFs or finding a job and there sure as hell wouldn’t be any damn scrapbooking.
That reasoning had kept her from even trying to fit in at first. She hadn’t really bothered getting to know her ‘fellow captives’. She’d barely bothered to go anywhere beyond the fifth floor. As far as she was concerned, she didn’t need to get to know her way around a place she wasn’t going to stay in for very long. Fitting in, familiarizing herself with her surroundings, making friends? That was the kind of thing you did when you’d been dipping into the Koolaid.
Of course, that had been fine in the beginning but as the weeks turned into months? Rose didn’t do well with sitting still for too long. Boredom made her volatile on a good day and while her bedroom in Wonderland was better than anything she’d ever had before, those four walls had started to feel like they were closing in on her. Stubborn to the point of stupid might have been Rose’s style but when you started talking to yourself? It was time to look at your choices.]
- Mansion Grounds
[It hadn’t been that long ago that Rose had groaned at the mere thought of dragging her ass out of bed to run laps. Her time spent on the run with Lissa, had made her lazy and she’d become a little too partial to sleeping in. If training hadn’t cured her of that laziness, being in Wonderland had and the mere fact that she was no longer forced to adhere to a night schedule, lent its own appeal to the Dhampir who always longed to be in the sun.
It was the lure of the sun that had seen Rose take to the running the grounds of the Mansion and what had started as a way to kill time, had become a part of her daily routine. The route changed every other day as a way to keep things interesting but just as soon as it was light outside. She could be found out there, pushing herself until her legs were ready to give way.]
- Training Center
[Of all the places in the Mansion, there was one that reminded Rose most of being back home. There was just something about the smell of sweat. Of rubber training dummies and vinyl covered mats. The sound of fists connecting with flesh and sneakers squeaking on floors that was comforting to her. Most people grew up with toys and television. Rose had this.
Most of her free time is therefore spent on the second floor. Rose pummeling one of the dummies in question with hands she often forgets to wrap and then pays for afterwards. Anyone who spends much time watching her would note a somewhat unusual style of fighting. The brunette working to land a series of blows before slamming the dummy with the side of her fist, right in the center if its chest where the heart would be on a person. The kind of blow that would undoubtedly pierce it, if she were to be fighting an actual person and happened to have a weapon in her hand.
Though she might spend most of her time training solo, Rose can always be tempted to spar. Either using a staff or hand to hand combat and when she’s not training? She’s been known to hang around and watch others, not out of boredom but a sincere interest in different fighting styles.]
- Beach
[The last time Rose had been anywhere near the ocean, it had been while on Holiday with Lissa’s family. Even then, the sun had long since set before her feet had touched the sand, all the warmth depressingly leached out of it. When you lived with people who were basically, deathly allergic to the sun? The one thing she could admit to not hating about being here was the fact that she could actually enjoy the feeling of the sun on her face.
She’d discovered the beach during her morning runs and had taken to coming down here at the end of most days. Her shoes cast off to the side as her toes push through the sand. It’s generally something she does on her own but this is one of those times when Rose isn’t sending out unapproachable vibes so some company probably wouldn’t be minded if you do happen to cross her path. ]
- Other ][ OOC
[Between the bar on the Fifth Floor, the Dining Room, the Kitchen and various other areas of Wonderland that are worth exploring? Rose is likely to be found just about anywhere so feel free to set up something of your own for a starter or hit me up on plurk for potential plotting;
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Her lips quirk. ]
I'm not most people. You're up early as well.
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There's an unexpected number of fighters here. [Choosing a dummy a few up from Natasha.] Who are really pissed off.
[Meaning she'd probably have to fight for space because everyone is working out their issues on friggen training dummies. All this from the girl who, totally uses this place to work out her issues but that just makes her an expert as far as she's concerned.]
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It's a mentality thing. Most fighters don't like being dropped in a cage they can't break their way out of. Or where they can't break the person responsible.
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Both. [Grin widening.] A - whole lot of both. I'd even be okay with watching the breaking at this point.
[No. No she wouldn't but that's Rose for you.]
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Somehow I doubt that. You don't seem to be the spectator sort.
[ Yeah, she gets it alright. ]
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Only child. Never really learned to wait my turn. [Sure. That's the problem.] Nobody seems to be able to tell me who to blame, let alone how to get to them so I won't be holding my breath for that one to happen.
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I've had the same difficulty. Some think it's the Queen of Hearts, over on the Mirror side - which is a problem in itself, since we don't seem to have the freedom to go there. But others suspect she's just as caught by the magic that defines this place as the rest of us are. It could be that the responsible person could even be on the outside, looking in. If it is a person at all.
[ She's done a lot of digging in her time here. ]
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So... basically there's a billion theories but nobody really knows anything. [Rose on the other hand, does no digging. She just really wants somebody to push her in the right direction so she can 'negotiate' their release.]
What do you think? If you had to guess.
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I think there have been people here for five years who have found no one to blame. I know I had a year here myself that I can no longer remember. If there is someone responsible, they're either very good at remaining unseen or are making sure no one remembers them. Or they sprung a trap and are just sitting back and watching things play out without any direct interference. For someone to be that careful for that long, without a single misstep... it's impressive. That's a long game that most people aren't capable of.
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Sounds like a bunch of rats in a magical maze... [As always taking something complex and reducing it to the simplest possible explanation.] If they're that careful... you'd think we're kind of screwed.
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[ Natasha comments it in a light tone, but it tells her a lot, that Rose can piece it together that swiftly. She hesitates, studying her a moment, then lunges forward into an initial attack, a test of kicks and blows, testing Rose's reaction times. ]