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The Darkest Night Will End... right?
Who: Eponine and OPEN to ARENA 2 people
What: Eponine's gone a-wandering in the desert
Where: Somewhere in arena 2
When: Some time during the night time
Warnings: Unless you guys want to bring any?
It's night time in the arena and now Eponine is glad for her long sleeves and her velvet dress. It's been strangely okay so far, this arena. Not too many deaths. Not too little food - or perhaps she just hadn't got used to the sumptuous luxury of the Capitol. Either way, between her bottle of water and the horrible cacti, she's okay. Just a little bored.
Whilst her friends sleep, Eponine wanders. She's on the look out really, for food, for weapons - anything that will keep her alive for a little longer. And, of course, she is on the look out for danger.
But tonight, Eponine hasn't found danger, or weapons, or even food. What she has found is one of the screens, projecting images from the first arena. She stands for a minute, watching the other tributes in wonder. And then a face so familiar, so dear to her, flashes onscreen. Howard.
At once, Eponine is closer to the screen, pawing at Howard's face magnified as it is. But then she steps back because Howard has suddenly somehow burst into flames before her very eyes. Startled, she lets out a yelp and scrambles back, settling cross legged in the sand as she watches him trying to put out the fire, knowing she can do nothing to help him.
"HOWARD, YOU ARE A SILLY!"
Her shout of despair echoes in the still night, and Eponine claps a hand over her mouth in horror. She hopes nobody heard that.
What: Eponine's gone a-wandering in the desert
Where: Somewhere in arena 2
When: Some time during the night time
Warnings: Unless you guys want to bring any?
It's night time in the arena and now Eponine is glad for her long sleeves and her velvet dress. It's been strangely okay so far, this arena. Not too many deaths. Not too little food - or perhaps she just hadn't got used to the sumptuous luxury of the Capitol. Either way, between her bottle of water and the horrible cacti, she's okay. Just a little bored.
Whilst her friends sleep, Eponine wanders. She's on the look out really, for food, for weapons - anything that will keep her alive for a little longer. And, of course, she is on the look out for danger.
But tonight, Eponine hasn't found danger, or weapons, or even food. What she has found is one of the screens, projecting images from the first arena. She stands for a minute, watching the other tributes in wonder. And then a face so familiar, so dear to her, flashes onscreen. Howard.
At once, Eponine is closer to the screen, pawing at Howard's face magnified as it is. But then she steps back because Howard has suddenly somehow burst into flames before her very eyes. Startled, she lets out a yelp and scrambles back, settling cross legged in the sand as she watches him trying to put out the fire, knowing she can do nothing to help him.
"HOWARD, YOU ARE A SILLY!"
Her shout of despair echoes in the still night, and Eponine claps a hand over her mouth in horror. She hopes nobody heard that.
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"If I keep one bottle for myself..." And he drifts off there, because even when he considers Eponine's words—should he force himself to live, should he simply give in to the blade of the hooded man?—he finds that his will to keep them to himself, to survive, is almost nonexistent.
He is then silent for a while before he says, almost as an afterthought, "One Thousand and One Nights, perhaps."
(And if only he noticed her more he would realize that she is dressed as the feminine version of the leads of one of those stories. But he doesn't, and so the remark goes unsaid.)