Molotov can't help but to smile, almost serenely, as she watches Eponine bleed from the hole in her head. She gazes at her handiwork for a moment, then returns to her kit bag, turning up one of the cheap red lipsticks she'd taken from the accessory store.
Strolling back over to Eponine, she hums happily as she kneels at the corpse's side, calmly using the makeup to write THIEF across the girl's forehead. She uses a knife to cut open the corset and ice skating outfit, baring the still sternum but leaving her covered to each side, reminiscent of Molotov's own catsuit from home. There, across that white skin, she writes I NEVER LOVED HIM, and draws a broken heart underneath it. Closing the lipstick tube, she tucks it in the waistband of the bloomers.
She takes the time to use some gauze from her first aid kit to stem the bleeding of Eponine's knees and hand -- no use in further bloodying this little oasis. That's when she drags Eponine out of the nail shop and next door, to the entranceway of the food court.
With rope she took from the sporting goods store, Molotov fashions a noose, loops around her prize's neck. Then she throws the rope over a rafter, between the words FOOD and COURT on the sign, and strings Eponine up for everyone to see. People have to know what they're up against.
And then Molotov heads back to her massage chair to finish her salad.
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Strolling back over to Eponine, she hums happily as she kneels at the corpse's side, calmly using the makeup to write THIEF across the girl's forehead. She uses a knife to cut open the corset and ice skating outfit, baring the still sternum but leaving her covered to each side, reminiscent of Molotov's own catsuit from home. There, across that white skin, she writes I NEVER LOVED HIM, and draws a broken heart underneath it. Closing the lipstick tube, she tucks it in the waistband of the bloomers.
She takes the time to use some gauze from her first aid kit to stem the bleeding of Eponine's knees and hand -- no use in further bloodying this little oasis. That's when she drags Eponine out of the nail shop and next door, to the entranceway of the food court.
With rope she took from the sporting goods store, Molotov fashions a noose, loops around her prize's neck. Then she throws the rope over a rafter, between the words FOOD and COURT on the sign, and strings Eponine up for everyone to see. People have to know what they're up against.
And then Molotov heads back to her massage chair to finish her salad.