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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;
no subject
[Not that Clary is likely to understand Rose's definition of the word.]
Like a school but instead of learning boring stuff you learn how to throw a punch.
[Grin wry. At least now she knows you're not a wannabe trainer. In rose-Land that matters.]
no subject
[Time for her to elaborate, too.]
It has a training area and there's a combat and weapons instructor, but it's also like a base of operations, too. And then there's the library...and the church...and the infirmary...
no subject
Yep, that sounds... A lot like St. Vlads. [A beat.] Minus the base of operations. All that happens at the Royal Court.
[Yes Rose because people casually chat about such things like its normal.]
So, what kind of operations are we talking here? [She'd ask if they were all Guardians but she's already figured that's not likely.]
no subject
[She ponders how to explain that without sounding too crazy, and then basically gives up. I mean, they're in Wonderland. Nothing is crazy anymore.]
I'm not totally human, technically. I'm part angel, and that makes me something called a Shadowhunter. We protect the human world from the demon world.
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For now. [ A beat. ] When I'm... not here anyway.
[That... was not at all what Rose was expecting to hear and yet after a couple of months in this place? Not as hard to wrap her head around as you might think.]
Me either. So we've got that much in common... [Of course, you couldn't expect Rose to not ask stupid questions now.] When you say, part Angel. Which parts are we talking here? Cause I'm pretty sure you don't have wings hiding underneath that sports top.
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[She looks like she has questions of her own, but she'll answer Rose's first.]
The part that lets me wear Shadowhunter runes and not die. [What a terrible answer, Clary.] It's a blood thing. I think. It's not like I look any different from a human, I mean.
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It's, ya know. Whatever. [She'd like it a whole lot better if it weren't for the looming change that would come with a certain somebody leaving to make babies with Tasha Ozera, okay. That and the existence of Jesse Zeklos.]
I'm almost finished my training and then I'll live somewhere else anyway.
[It probably says a lot that Rose can process Clary's words pretty easily.]
Makes sense. [A beat.] Dhampir... half, vampire. We get some of the perks without any of the drawbacks so, sounds kind of similar. [Another beat.] Minus the, deadly runes?!
no subject
[In the essence that it might feel like college or high school and she's just not attached to the place. No big deal.]
Oh, alright. [Just accepting that tbh] My best friend, Simon, is a vampire, actually. I didn't know you could be half-vampire, though. Do you have to do the whole...blood thing, then? Or is that one of the drawbacks you don't have? [A beat.] If you don't mind me asking.
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Depends on the Vampire. If they're born or made. [Cause that's not something most people would WTF at or anything.]
Gross, no. [Like she wasn't going to answer if there was a chance Clary thought she drank blood.] No blood, no sun allergy. Just... improved senses, that kind of thing.
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[She looks a little confused by that.]
We...only have the made kind. I think. I mean, they're all technically dead, so...
[Welp.]
Put that under things I'll probably never tell Simon because he would be so jealous. Especially since it's less sun allergy and more instant death.
no subject
Rose's eyes narrowing.]
Your friend Simon. He, doesn't have red eyes or anything like that does he? [Asking for a friend.]
no subject
[She looks confused.]
I mean, he doesn't need to wear his glasses anymore. His eyesight got better or something. But otherwise, they're the same.
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Vampires. The rules are kind of, different from person to person. Where I'm from they're either, magic wielding living types who need blood to survive but don't kill and then there's your, red eyed, immortal sociopaths who are big on the killing.
[And then...]
Here I met a guy who said he was cursed by a gypsy and lives on pigs blood... It's hard to keep up.
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[Yikes.]
Anything that's basically supernatural outside from shadowhunters and demons are called downworlders where I'm from. Vampires, werewolves, warlocks and faeries are all examples. They're said to all be part-demon, but I'm not sure anyone's actually proved that.
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[It takes Rose a second to realize that by that logic. She would technically be a Downworlder and her
nose wrinkles, like she wants to be offended but she's not convinced if she should be or not.]
I was going to say there's no way I'm part Demon but... I could name a few instructors that would tell you otherwise.
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Okay, that's fair.
[It's not an offensive term to Clary herself, but that's not necessarily true for the rest of the Shadowhunter community, oops.]
I'm pretty sure most of the Institute feels that way about me too.