Eponine was dressed gaudily indeed. She reached up as she stood on her podium, to try to drag her hat a bit looser. But no. Her stylist had used millions of hair grips, driging them hard into Eponine's hair, to anchor the velvet piece on. She was Aladdin and that was that.
Once on the podium and up in the arena, Eponine stared in astonishment. EVERYONE was different for a change. And - what was that land? Was it food? What were the animals?
When the klaxon sounded, she stepped off her podium and looked around uncertainly for her friends.
And then her body convulsed. As tiny, as starved as she was, the poison took hold quickly, and within a couple of minutes, she fell. Her legs wouldn't work, and she could feel her body start to shake. What was happening? She wanted to vomit. She couldn't. She wanted to run - but she couldn't drag herself up. Her legs wouldn't move.
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Once on the podium and up in the arena, Eponine stared in astonishment. EVERYONE was different for a change. And - what was that land? Was it food? What were the animals?
When the klaxon sounded, she stepped off her podium and looked around uncertainly for her friends.
And then her body convulsed. As tiny, as starved as she was, the poison took hold quickly, and within a couple of minutes, she fell. Her legs wouldn't work, and she could feel her body start to shake. What was happening? She wanted to vomit. She couldn't. She wanted to run - but she couldn't drag herself up. Her legs wouldn't move.
Was this her punishment for running?
She began to scream.