Eponine hadn't meant to run away. Truly, she hadn't. She had promised herself that she was going to run for the Cornucopia this time. She was going to play the game properly, and to hell with the consequences. But when that klaxon sounded, she found her feet carrying her in the opposite direction, and towards the cars.
She's seen cars before. She's been IN a car. She knows that someone drives it to where she wants to go, when she gives them money. She also knows that the fluffy pink suit they have shoved her in has no money in it at all. She tries the door handle, but it's locked, of course. So what now? She looks around, tightly plaited hair whipping as she twists to assess where the footsteps are coming from. And without further ado, she drops and wriggles into the narrow space between car and floor. Hopefully, whoever is coming will not notice her there.
Re: PARKING LOT
She's seen cars before. She's been IN a car. She knows that someone drives it to where she wants to go, when she gives them money. She also knows that the fluffy pink suit they have shoved her in has no money in it at all. She tries the door handle, but it's locked, of course. So what now? She looks around, tightly plaited hair whipping as she twists to assess where the footsteps are coming from. And without further ado, she drops and wriggles into the narrow space between car and floor. Hopefully, whoever is coming will not notice her there.