The Darkest Night Will End... right?

[gardienne]

 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.

Comments

[whosalicewhite]

"People who love make things better, not make you worse off." Parker has to pull out the philosophy of Hardison. Love is a hard thing to understand, even if a person isn't Parker.

Her crew's made her better, made her not feel alone.

Holding up her hands, as if to repel the hat in question. "Not a gift if I ask for something." She's sure of that. "It's a glad you're not dead gift."

[gardienne]

"He did make it better, Madame. He reminded me that I were alive... he reminded me to feel...something. Sometimes it is so easy there to forget that you are not a ghost."

She hugged herself, shivering even in the heat. But she smiled."You wish to give me a gift, Madame? That is kind - I never have presents. Well, if you do not mind, well then, Madame, I would like some food. I am hungry!"

[whosalicewhite]

"Being a ghost isn't so bad. No one can arrest you." Parker's wanted in 9 separate countries and only since Sterling have there been any pictures.

Still, they only have one name. Parker has at least 6.

"Yes. I prefer cash in non-sequential bills as gifts, but food is good here."

[gardienne]

"Well, Madame, that is a good thing that you like it, for we will both be dead and ghosts soon enough..." Eponine snorted.
She had no idea what sequential bills were, so she just shrugged the comment away. Food was good enough for her, and she stared eagerly at the tin, waiting for Parker to open it.

[whosalicewhite]

"Rather stay that way in the Capitol." Parker hates seeing her pictures there. Fortunately, she's not very popular, so she's not everywhere she goes.

Once the food is open, Parker's not going to invite to start eating. She just will, and then grin at Eponine, sardines in her smile and all.

Who needs table manners?

[gardienne]

Not Parker, apparently, and certainly not Eponine. She hesitates until Parker starts eating, but then begins to wolf the fish down. The food isn't to her taste, but it doesn't really matter, does it? She's silent whilst she gobbles a couple.

"I always thought I would like to be seen. But here, it's different to Paris. I do not like being known as 'the girl who stripped her clothes'. I would rather be 'the girl on fire' like Mademoiselle Katniss. That is a better title, I think. Then people would ask to see my flames and not my body."