video&action/text » 002 { backdated early monday }

[oikodomae]

ACTION || CLOSED TO CASTMATES

[ when she comes across the body, she pukes.

there's no part of her that can really be saved from that fact. no embarrassing moment that could maybe be covered up by a few quick words, a puffed out chest. annabeth has seen plenty in her life, in her short life (though, relatively, pretty long by demi-god standards), but nothing compares to this. when she'd gone looking for clarisse, it had been for a fight. a spar. something that could get rid of that itch under annabeth's skin that she deserves so much more attention, deserves so much more respect for everything she does. starting with one of the few people who will probably never respect her as much as she should be respected and sending them on their ass? would be perfect.

and then there was this.

annabeth had been searching for some time to find clarisse, at this point. getting more frustrated by the moment. she was hiding from annabeth, is what she was doing. the only explanation. the only reasonable answer. but then annabeth feels that burning in the insides of her nostrils, notices a small, an awful smell, and lets curiosity guide her down the hall and around the corner. she's not even sure what time of day it is, how late at night or early in the morning, but even if it did matter it doesn't anymore.

when she rounds the corner, she sees the sillouette first, a body on antlers left laying pierced on it. annabeth's frozen to the spot for a moment, while her instincts kick in. one step forward, then another, and it's almost like she can't taste the smell of burning flesh in the back of her throat, can't hear the crunching and squeaking of the pigs as they tear away at the flesh. the closer she gets to the scene, the worse it gets, more and more details coming into view. the spit, from one end of the body through to the other, anus to mouth. her eyes move slowly over the edges of the body, over the charrsed flesh, the open tissue from where the pigs have torn away at the muscle. she has to force herself to swallow as she continues up the body, realizing a bit belated that she hasn't looked at the woman's face to figure out who-

and that's when she pukes. turns right over to one of the overstuffed armchairs and loses everything that had been in her stomach from that day before. it's disgusting, it's embarrassing, and she watches with a slight sense of disgusted horror as one of the pigs turns and sniffs the air, moving over to where she lost her lunch.

but then she straightens. wipes her mouth on the edge of her sleeve, and sets herself into motion. there's something entirely different that's motivating her now, a sense of anger, a sense of deep-rooted need. it was clarisse, but there would be time to deal with that later. she needed to see if there was anything here, she needed to put out the fire, and she needed to get rid of these damn pigs. and once that was over, she'd...she'd...

she'd figure out who did this. and she'd make them pay.

texting percy and rachel comes a bit later, bit she does it. and if they decide to come find her, she'll still be in that study - having found a sheet to put over the body. gotten the pigs off somewhere else. she'll be shaky, and tired, bit she won't sit still. ]

VIDEO || OPEN TO ALL

[ when the video comes up, it's of a blonde. set-jaw, dark eyes. it's almost as if a storm is raging somewhere in there, a sort of crackle of lightning, of thunder. when she speaks, it's with purpose, straight through that frown.

maybe then no one will notice just how pale she is. ]

When people die here, they come back to life. [ stating facts through a thick swallow. she can do this. ] How long does it take? Where do they show up? It- it does happen, right?

[ no, no no- that's too close. her voice is almost shaking. her stomach clenches and that need to figure this out, to figure it out as soon as possible drives her forward. ]

Someone's murdering people here. Whoever it is killed my friend and put her on a spit, on antlers, in a fireplace on the first floor. Her name's Clarisse. Whoever saw her last, contact me. This happened sometime in the last day. As for the murderer- [ and this is where she gets darker, her eyes and her look and everything about her. for most people, there's a clear line between anger and absolute rage, and annabeth has just about crossed it. ]

Whoever you are, you think you're smart. That you won't be caught. You're wrong. [ there some strange surge of confidence in her, here. something that tells her she's speaking right to whoever did this, and not the rest of the network. not every single person in wonderland. ] I will find you, and you'll regret laying a hand on her, on anyone.

[ and then it cuts. ]

TEXT || PERCY&RACHEL

PERCY: clarisse is dead
i don't know how long
she should come back to life
wonderland doesn't let people stay dead
she'll be back soon and when she does she's not going to be happy


i'm going to find out who did this


RACHEL did you see this?