[ clarisse isn't a city girl. she hardly ever goes into new york city proper if she can help it, would rather spend all her time at camp half-blood tucked in the middle of the woods on long island than spend five minutes in new york. but silena taught her to love the city a little more than she used to. she fits right in with the attitude of the people in new york, anyway, it's just the high class shopping districts and all the white collar office buildings that start to suffocate her after a while.
the only reason she ends up on fifth avenue at all is there's a particularly good record store that always has the best vintage vinyl. she's on her way there, actually wearing a dress silena bought for her — to honor her memory, clarisse has been trying to upgrade her wardrobe, starting with occasionally wearing a dress or a skirt or something other than camo and cargo and military boots. she's still nowhere as fashionable as her friend was and she never will be, but she at least tries sometimes when she goes out in public.
when someone bumps into her, she's about ready to let out a string of curses telling them to watch where they're going, but the voice that comes with it stops her dead in her tracks. of all people, it had to be him. of course. there's a spark of fire in her eyes as she turns toward luke, glowering. she doesn't even have the energy to fight him anymore. he's not worth it. the first time they ran into each other? sure. she decked him as hard as she could. but now? what would she really get out of it? she's already had the satisfaction of kicking his ass. ]
Luke. Don't you have anything better to be doing than wasting my time?
wow how rude I LOVE IT OK no need for punchings!!
the only reason she ends up on fifth avenue at all is there's a particularly good record store that always has the best vintage vinyl. she's on her way there, actually wearing a dress silena bought for her — to honor her memory, clarisse has been trying to upgrade her wardrobe, starting with occasionally wearing a dress or a skirt or something other than camo and cargo and military boots. she's still nowhere as fashionable as her friend was and she never will be, but she at least tries sometimes when she goes out in public.
when someone bumps into her, she's about ready to let out a string of curses telling them to watch where they're going, but the voice that comes with it stops her dead in her tracks. of all people, it had to be him. of course. there's a spark of fire in her eyes as she turns toward luke, glowering. she doesn't even have the energy to fight him anymore. he's not worth it. the first time they ran into each other? sure. she decked him as hard as she could. but now? what would she really get out of it? she's already had the satisfaction of kicking his ass. ]
Luke. Don't you have anything better to be doing than wasting my time?