and the violence, caused such silence
i had feelings about clarisse and ellie. this is me attempting to write about them. title is from zombie by the cranberries. tw for mentions of canonical character death, as well as the words bitch, fuck and cunt - as in an insult being used. grief is also explored - particularly in the last scene which explicitly happens during/after a funeral. if this in any way may make you uncomfortable, please don’t read and do not feel obligated to reblog! tagging people i believe may be interested: @nolanhollogay @witchofinterest @thenoteonthepolaroidpicture @richitozier
the first time ellie noticed clarisse, it was when her older sister silena had mentioned something about the daughter of ares.
clarisse was scary to say the least. in all truthfulness, she wasn’t all that intimidating, not once you saw her every day. but she had this drive to her, this passion that could make you wonder how far she would go.
ellie wondered if maybe she would ever be that passionate. if maybe that’s what she needed for people to take her seriously. silena would have shaken her head and told her heart was perfect the way it was, and so was the rest of her. ellie resented her sister for that.
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the next time she noticed clarisse was after the labyrinth. everyone knew what had happened. clarisse had gone into it and essentially come out a different person. someone more paranoid, more worried and more importantly, more quiet. usually she never gave up the chance to tease annabeth or fight with the stoll brothers, but the labyrinth - and saving chris had changed her.
sometimes it scared ellie. the way clarisse herself used to scare her. the quiet was unusual. it was uncomfortable and everyone knew it. even percy. she had seen them talking once. just clarisse and percy on the front steps of the big house, sitting across from each other, the toes of their sneakers touching.
annabeth had been jealous until silena had given her a harsh look. ellie wasn’t sure if she liked annabeth or not, but she knew one thing. whatever had happened in the labyrinth, it had brought percy and clarisse closer together, and percy and annabeth further apart.
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the next time she noticed something about clarisse was right before the battle of manhattan. the girl was stubborn - piggishly so, but ellie had never thought the girl was stupid.
clarisse was smart. anyone who knew her, knew that. she wasn’t an athena kid obviously, but she was notorious for knowing everything about war - the major battles, the plans, the vocabulary. all of it.
why she would defer out of the war over something as stupid as a chariot was beyond ellie but she knew something else about clarisse. the daughter of ares would never admit it, but she cared about people and most importantly, she cared about percy.
so with the little strength she could muster, ellie found herself standing outside the ares cabin. she knocked on the door and waited three seconds.
“clarisse?” she called. no answer. “i know you’re in there.”
again, nothing. if ellie was smarter, she would have given up. but just as clarisse was stubborn, so was ellie.
“fine.” she grumbled, crossing her arms over chest plate. “we need you. there i said it. we need our fiercest warriors, and you know damn well you are one. i don’t care if you are mad at the apollo cabin, i don’t care if you hate me. but we need you, percy needs you. he might die today clarisse. do you want his blood on your hands?”
the door swung open. clarisse poked her head out. “eat shit twerp.” ellie rolled her eyes. “guees the big bad war god’s daughter isn’t worth shit.” she responded.
clarisse’s dark brown eyes met ellie’s hazel ones. ellie raised an eyebrow. before she could say anything else, chris rodriguez came bounding up the steps of the ares cabin. he looked sheepish as he smiled at ellie. clarisse opened the door further. ellie could see several of her brothers either rolling their eyes or smirking.
“hi.” chris said. “you gonna let me in?” ellie huffed, her ponytail swinging. “yeah clarisse? you gonna let him in?”
the unsaid question of, are you going to back out rang through the air. clarisse glared at both of them. she turned on her shoulder and spoke to one fo her brothers. “get my spear alex. i’ve gotta kick some titans ass.”
chris raised an eyebrow and clarisse rolled her eyes before grabbing his face and kissing him, long and hard. her chapstick left a slight pink tint to his lips - chapstick ellie knew she had stolen from silena during one of their many sleepovers.
“we gotta go rodriguez.” she said and chris nodded, kissing her again before placing a hand on her shoulder. “i’m on your side.” he said and clarisse nodded. “i’m on yours.”
ellie sucked in a breath. clarisse looked at her. “let’s go haynes.”
ellie nodded numbly. this was it. she was actually entering war now.
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silena’s funeral had been a somber affair. there had been no eulogy, no fanfare. just a burial shroud burned, and the aphrodite cabin - what was left of it mourning together as drew lead the prayer. clarisse and percy were there as well, and everyone was wearing black. ellie had worn silena’s favourite yellow sundress over a black turtleneck. she did her hair in two pigtails, just the way silena did.
drew had helped her, but drew wasn’t silena. drew hadn’t been the one to hug her when she cried, or been the only one other than the athena kids to willingly listen to ellie explain whatever new physics fact she learned.
drew was cold. drew was a bitch. drew had thrown away silena’s sundress and told ellie she looked stupid wearing it to “a fucking goddamn funeral.” drew was mourning just like ellie.
it made ellie wonder if this is how it would be forever. drew and the rest of their siblings resenting her for being the sister to survive, resenting each other.
when the prayer ended, ellie choked back tears. clarisse made her way through the crowd. “hey twerp.” she said, her voice gravelly, like she was also holding back tears.
ellie looked at her. clarisse’s eyeshadow and eyeliner were smudged. she still had several cuts on her face from the battle, as well as a black eye that she had attempted to cover up - shittily.
silena had been the one to teach clarisse about makeup ellie thought numbly. “your mascara is running.” she said out loud. clarisse looked at her for a second before chuckling. the chuckle became a giggle and the giggle became a laugh. a full blown belly laugh like someone had said something funny.
it was insane. they were at her older sister’s funeral and clarisse was laughing. but there was something so absurd about it all, about clarisse wearing makeup, about ellie wearing her dead older sister’s dress and drew being such a cunt that ellie couldn’t help but laugh as well.
and once she began she couldn’t stop. and once she finished laughing, she was sobbing, openly and harshly.
because what the fuck. her older sister was dead. silena was dead and she wasn’t coming back and maybe ellie was a certified genius but she was also a little girl. she was 14 years old and all she wanted was her big sister.
she fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face, and before she knew it, clarisse had her arms around her. “it’ll be okay ells.” she said. “you’ll be okay. we’ll be okay.”
she said it repeatedly, like she was trying to believe it as well. and for the first time in nearly three years, ellie thought of the first time clarisse had intrigued her.
how the older girl had seemed so scary at the time. she wondered what previous ellie would think of all this. it hurt to think about.
but the hurt was also something else she realized as she buried her face in clarisse’s shoulder. it was passion, passion for her sister, for healing and love. love for her family, for her camp.
love and grief. the weirdest fucking combination. but hey, maybe there was something to it.
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The Handler’s Red Carpet Express 3 & 4
The success of my launch party with BAFTA aid is week known so my appearance at the lots of many Hollywood executives soon lead to submissions galore.
Part 1 - 2
Tyler Hoechlin is magnetic walking across the red carpet tonight something has gotten into him that my spirit driving him ever on forward.
He smiles so bright the light glistening on his teeth he blows me the camera a kiss he is waving his hand and demanding so much attention.
No one has ever seen him so happy with the camera men before taking one position like pose one way other than that and the crowd is so exciting.
The lights of the camera crew flashes going on blinding him in a fleeing sea of lights on and off clicking away the sound messing with his head.
Everything begin to slow down to a cruel a heavy weight off his body is unleash in a shocking wave hitting him head on in a life of fire.
Another hot, sexy and beautiful steadily sturdy stud man stops next to him with love, light, power and passion consuming him in a white glow.
He spun a bit feeling the man’s arms on his shoulders letting it spread over the man’s entire width groping it he yanks him closer to his body.
The flashing conquers both wiping away all fears, worries and desires because all they can do is wait for further commands to be given.
The other man is former Titans star known as Brenton Thwaites is in the mood as well as I notice a cock sprang forward in his suit pants.
The active flesh overacting into a myriad of cum explosion his facial expression are trying to hide as his brain cell die out on live tv.
My reporter walks straight forward toward them as the crowd is pumped for this super star studded event and Tyler follows suit ok cumming.
The man guides them to side by the red and gold blinds shoving them in playfully as they join the ranks of my loyal Hollywood pets or slaves which ever you prefer.
Inside there is a long set of stairs to the base of the bottom floor they both descend down the swirling staircase. Meanwhile two Men appearColton Haynes is at the welcoming desk he is getting a champagne glass as he takes a sip he can see silhouette in the shade of yeh red and gold blinds.
Australia star Brenton Thwaites walks on to the scene and soon the world stops making sense of anything and everything in utter life’s existence.
“Hey Colton over here buddy…what’s up?” Brenton yells at him.
“Hey Brenton! Waiting for the festivities?” Colton asks.
“Hell Yeah!” He says prepped for a high five.
“So do you even know what this is about?”
“To be honest no clue”
“Me Either! I am not sure why but…”
“You felt compacted to come”
“Exactly “
“Same here”
“Things are shaking up “
“You noticed then”
“I kind of like it actually I am embracing it”
“You are embracing your darkness”
“Oh God! Why am so hot?l
“Me too…I feel wet”
“Fuck”
“Ffffuuuuccccckkkk”
“Gentlemen! Excuse me ! Follow me please “
Part 3 - 4
The time for fun has come and gone so the real party begins when Tom Ellis gets hit with a spotlight encroaching on him ever so closer.
Stephen Amell is standing right next to him in surprise they both stare at the crowd in a cool style give a shrug with their shoulders in disbelief
“Oh How Cute? Two best pals”
“Who is this?”
“Is this a prank”
“Trick Or Treat”
“Neither! Fuck Off”
“Mwahahahahaha “
“Sinister laugh you got their pal”
“I’m aware it’s just for you “
“My two good fellows…do me a favor and”
“I said to fuck ….”
“SLEEP”
“Ooooohhhh Mmmyyyy Goooodddd”
“The audience gasps”
“Perform routine debauchery”
“Yes Master!”
They start to smile hands on each other in a warm embrace, a jaw dropping kiss, clothes disrobing in to the air, and most importantly a whip transports in to Tom’s hand and he whips his pals ass till it is red.
“Thank you and goodnight everyone “
“Say goodnight guys “
“Goodnight friends “
“Take A Bow”
They take a bow disappearing into the night in a flash of smoke slowly filling the room to the top and memory of this event is erased throughout the world.
“Enjoy your stay Mr. Evans” the hotel bell hop says to an exhausted Chris.
He fell a sleep unknowingly ceiling his faith at the Circus Hotel chain with a bright smile to his face his expression is silly after the night he had.
A strange looking clown pops out undoing his pants slowly stripping him and the lifting him into his arms and pressing the elevator to the basement.
“Master Lawrence, Chris is E is fast a sleep for you.”
“Place him in the elevator shaft “
“Press basement, clear the room of any and all evidence.”
“Yes Master”
“We are leaving now”
“Too perfect “
The elevator door descending to the cellar of the basement takes its time lights up in all manner of collar stirring Chris awake as he rubs his eyes.
Chris comes to laying on the floor he sat up placing his back to the wall his laborious breathing lessons and he returns to a sight for me.
He starts to widen his mouth into a smile and he cracks up hilariously for the world to see in this video he stands up bouncing wall to wall.
“Hahahahahahaha…the fuck…what is so…”
“Soooooohhhhhaaaa….i am going insane”
“Nah! It’s normal “ a voice comes from the speaker”
“The elevator is talking…hahahaha”
“Funny”
“It’s right this natural and right “
“Chris Hemsworth”
“Wawwhhhaaaattt” he answers in slumber as his body rises.
“Stand by the wall”
“Yes”
The wall at the touch of his back spins him to the opposite side of the wall into the shaft to join his friend.
“Barrel of laughs you two”
“Why are we laughing”
“I don’t know “
“It feels good though”
“Give in”
“Let’s go mad together “
“We can’t stop it”
“We can’t help it”
“Aaaahhhh…ooooohhhhh….aaahhhhh…babe….mmmmnnnnn….ffffuuucccckkkk….yyyyyyyyyeeeeaaaaahhhhhhh.”
The end
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