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The open log I promised Ian's mun almost two weeks ago - SORRY!
Who: Eponine and whoever would like to be badgered by a French girl scamming for more food
What: Eponine is on the hunt for more food for Mona and herself... unfortunately, giant sandworms are also on the loose
When: Sometime after the sandworms start appearing
Where: DESERT arena, heading towards the caves
Warnings: She has a knife - but she would rather use it to threaten than actually harm... feel free to hurt her though - but don't kill her please!
It was good, sometimes, having a friend in the arena. Mona was clever - she knew everything, and though Eponine hated feeling ignorant, she loved talking to Mona, learning from her. She could have been clever like Mona, too. And that gave her hope for Capitol life. Maybe when she got back, she could study - and get clever and know lots of things - just like Mona. It was nice to have Mona, someone to talk to and curl up next to and actually take turns to sleep whilst the other played look-out. And she helped Eponine to walk sometimes, now that the French girl's ribs were fractured. Mona was a good friend, and it was nice to have her.
But having a friend meant that everything had to be shared. Share the bottle of water that Eponine could easily guzzle herself. Shake her head and refuse the last drop because she knows Mona wants it. And share the food that Eponine had come across, the cans that Marius had given her, and the few tins left behind by Parker before she... well.
Eponine was hungry constantly, and was quite used to the gnawing on her insides. Mona, on the other hand, was not. And Eponine did not want to see her friend so unhappy. And so, once the rumblings had stopped, she took it upon herself to go 'shopping' - to see if she could find any tins - or any Tribute looking weak enough not to put up much of a fight as she (slowly) tried to steal theirs.
She wandered away from Mona, further and further into the desert, letting her instinct guide her. But soon enough, she spotted a figure on the horizon. She slowed, and began to move forward, hastily copying a trick Montparnasse had employed and pushing the knife Wesker had sent her into the sleeve of her tunic, so that the blade hung down into her hand. This time, Eponine meant business. She needed food, and she was going to get it, no matter what.
Inwardly, she hoped and prayed that she wouldn't actually have to use the knife on anyone.
What: Eponine is on the hunt for more food for Mona and herself... unfortunately, giant sandworms are also on the loose
When: Sometime after the sandworms start appearing
Where: DESERT arena, heading towards the caves
Warnings: She has a knife - but she would rather use it to threaten than actually harm... feel free to hurt her though - but don't kill her please!
It was good, sometimes, having a friend in the arena. Mona was clever - she knew everything, and though Eponine hated feeling ignorant, she loved talking to Mona, learning from her. She could have been clever like Mona, too. And that gave her hope for Capitol life. Maybe when she got back, she could study - and get clever and know lots of things - just like Mona. It was nice to have Mona, someone to talk to and curl up next to and actually take turns to sleep whilst the other played look-out. And she helped Eponine to walk sometimes, now that the French girl's ribs were fractured. Mona was a good friend, and it was nice to have her.
But having a friend meant that everything had to be shared. Share the bottle of water that Eponine could easily guzzle herself. Shake her head and refuse the last drop because she knows Mona wants it. And share the food that Eponine had come across, the cans that Marius had given her, and the few tins left behind by Parker before she... well.
Eponine was hungry constantly, and was quite used to the gnawing on her insides. Mona, on the other hand, was not. And Eponine did not want to see her friend so unhappy. And so, once the rumblings had stopped, she took it upon herself to go 'shopping' - to see if she could find any tins - or any Tribute looking weak enough not to put up much of a fight as she (slowly) tried to steal theirs.
She wandered away from Mona, further and further into the desert, letting her instinct guide her. But soon enough, she spotted a figure on the horizon. She slowed, and began to move forward, hastily copying a trick Montparnasse had employed and pushing the knife Wesker had sent her into the sleeve of her tunic, so that the blade hung down into her hand. This time, Eponine meant business. She needed food, and she was going to get it, no matter what.
Inwardly, she hoped and prayed that she wouldn't actually have to use the knife on anyone.
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When Ruby saw the other woman, she was instantly on guard. "Hey," she said, a little cautiously.
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"Food. Give me your food. NOW! Or - or I'll kill you, Madame. Do not think that I will not."
She did her best to look threatening, but a small, skinny kid on the brink of starvation - she was never going to look particularly scary.
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"Come on," she said, dropping the hand after a moment. "You can help me cook."
Sorry - I was on holiday
But then the woman dropped it, and with the crossbow, so Eponine's jaw dropped momentarily.
"Cook, Madame? You're not to kill me? You will give me food... I cannot cook much..."
Aaaaand I totally lost this.
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"You WILL give me food, won't you? I don't want to help and then have nothing to eat whilst you eat it all."
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Then she speared the meat on the sticks, twirling it over the flames. "Watch," Ruby told her. "It's not going to be fancy; but it'll be edible."
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She plopped herself down, a little distance from Ruby, so she stood at least an inkling of a chance should Ruby be acting.
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"Want to try the next one?"
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She reached out for the proffered stick.
"Even in these horrid arenas, there are people who will give me food when I ask. It is strange, no? When we ought to be killing one another, they give me food, but when I was at home, when we were trying to be alive, there were many who chased me even from their gutters, who made me leave behind a rotten crust covered in mould. It is a strange thing, I think."
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"I think they underestimate us," she added. "This is the only way we have to rebel."
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"This is what I think - you know, to stop their Games seems simple to me. If none of us fought, then there would be nothing to be done. They cannot truly make us fight. We are the public they see, and if we disobey, then they kill us which is not a bad thing, or they do nothing at all and we shall win."
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She shook her head, softly. "I don't think just... doing nothing will stop them."
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"I am not afraid of death, Madame. At home, I should be dead now, through starvation or the cold or even murder at my Pa's hands."
She shrugged, and began to suck the stick.
"They would find my body, perhaps the next summer, when the snow was gone, and throw me in the pit. Well, I do not mind. Sometimes I think death would be nice. I thought that when we lived under the bridge- the Seine, you know? But then I thought, no. The water is too cold. Sometimes I wish I had said, 'yes'."
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"if we're going to fight, it has to be to stop them.