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Who: Eponine and Aunamee
What: One needy teen seeking revenge with enemy of ex-boyfriend.
When: After Eva saves Eponine from the Cornucopia and stashes her with Sigma. (And after Eponine has recovered enough to walk a bit.)
Where: Somewhere in the forest
Warnings: Standard warning of Eponine and Aunamee - proceed with caution and I will update as necessary.
It has been several days now, since Eva stashed Eponine with Sigma. Several long, long days in which Eponine had drunk the beer she had managed to get at the Cornucopia and had learned to grit her teeth and limp through the pain of her wound.
She thought she was beginning to go crazy.
She hated it - hated that these people, that Eva and Sigma loved her enough to want to save her and look after her. She hated knowing that she was going to disappoint them by dying again. And she hated herself for knowing she would choose death over them both.
Eponine was quite comfortable with the idea of her own death; she had made her peace with it, and quite frankly, she prayed to herself that when she died in this arena, then it would all be over. Forever and ever, the blackness, and hell. She wanted out. But there was someone she wanted to take with her. Even if he swore at her. Even if he called her a whore. She still wanted him to want her - to want to be together for eternity.
And deep down inside, she had to admit to herself that she wanted to hurt him a little bit, too.
As soon as she could walk well enough with her leg splinted with the remains of her shorts and some old bits of branch, she hobbled away from Sigma. Had Eva been there, she would have stood no chance. But caught by the fever as he was, Sigma was oblivious to her groans.
So she took herself away, and started on her trek to find Howard, singing under her breath as she went:
"My mother she killed me, my father he ate me, my sister 'Zelma made sure to see, my bones were all beneath the tree, oh what a birdie am I!"
What: One needy teen seeking revenge with enemy of ex-boyfriend.
When: After Eva saves Eponine from the Cornucopia and stashes her with Sigma. (And after Eponine has recovered enough to walk a bit.)
Where: Somewhere in the forest
Warnings: Standard warning of Eponine and Aunamee - proceed with caution and I will update as necessary.
It has been several days now, since Eva stashed Eponine with Sigma. Several long, long days in which Eponine had drunk the beer she had managed to get at the Cornucopia and had learned to grit her teeth and limp through the pain of her wound.
She thought she was beginning to go crazy.
She hated it - hated that these people, that Eva and Sigma loved her enough to want to save her and look after her. She hated knowing that she was going to disappoint them by dying again. And she hated herself for knowing she would choose death over them both.
Eponine was quite comfortable with the idea of her own death; she had made her peace with it, and quite frankly, she prayed to herself that when she died in this arena, then it would all be over. Forever and ever, the blackness, and hell. She wanted out. But there was someone she wanted to take with her. Even if he swore at her. Even if he called her a whore. She still wanted him to want her - to want to be together for eternity.
And deep down inside, she had to admit to herself that she wanted to hurt him a little bit, too.
As soon as she could walk well enough with her leg splinted with the remains of her shorts and some old bits of branch, she hobbled away from Sigma. Had Eva been there, she would have stood no chance. But caught by the fever as he was, Sigma was oblivious to her groans.
So she took herself away, and started on her trek to find Howard, singing under her breath as she went:
"My mother she killed me, my father he ate me, my sister 'Zelma made sure to see, my bones were all beneath the tree, oh what a birdie am I!"