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abraxaslogs2021-08-01 11:29 pm
gardienne) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-08-01 11:29 pm
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WHO: Eponine and open
WHAT: Catch all for between events
WHERE: the cells, the yard
WHEN: Between July and August events
NOTES Eponine is a walking trigger warning so just be aware
If you want anything specific, please let me know.
1. The cells
It's dank and depressing in the cells. Eponine's days are filled with boredom now there are less and less prisoners there to talk to. Not that Eponine feels like talking so much these days. Since coming back from the Horizon, she's been unusually quiet. There, for the first time in her life, she had experienced a grandeur that she's always aspired to and knew she'd never achieve. She'd been free to play and wander through forests and lie in sunny fields for hours and hours.
And now she's stuck behind bars. Again.
As the days drag, she becomes more and more listless. She's already weakened from her stay in solitary: her face is pale with dark bags below her eyes and her eyes, oddly green now, are becoming more and more dull.
She sits by the bars of her cell, clutching them and reaching out for anyone who comes past. Hopefully they stop.
Maybe the other prisoners notice her too?
Or maybe not.
The Horizon
Eponine can't sleep, can't concentrate, can't focus on anything. She lies awake in her cell listening to Flagg's breathing for hours on end. After the endless lights of solitary, she finds the darkness unsettling now, like there might be monsters lurking ready to pounce and consume her.
It takes ages for her to be able to return to the Horizon, and when she does, she looks around with curiosity. It's not surprising that she built a house. Nor is it odd, when she wanders through the rooms, that so many are filled with dolls.
If she had been carrying the water, if he had bought her the doll, how different her life would be.
She finds her favourites scattered on the floor: Azelma, brown haired and slightly chipped and worn, and Nina next to her, black hair matted. And Euphraise. Her perfect Euphraise. The doll's hair shines like the sun. It's dress is rich with golden threads and fine materials, finer than what the other two are made of.
For a long time, Eponine just stares at the doll, remembering suddenly who Euphraise is. And then she starts to scream. Her scream is loud and long, echoing through the dusty rooms of the mansion, and out over Eponine's domain.
And suddenly now, Eponine hates her prized doll, hates Euphraise, hates the name, the stupid, beautiful hair, it's pretty face and she hurls it as hard as she can from the window to the hard ground below.
Good luck if you happen to be visiting, for soon the garden is littered with smashed dolls that are routinely launched from the windows, to the vicious cries of the girl inside.
3. Choose your own
None of these tickle your fancy? I'm up for anything so go where you will, or hit me up on plurkpineapplesoda should you wish to plot anything further!
WHAT: Catch all for between events
WHERE: the cells, the yard
WHEN: Between July and August events
NOTES Eponine is a walking trigger warning so just be aware
If you want anything specific, please let me know.
1. The cells
It's dank and depressing in the cells. Eponine's days are filled with boredom now there are less and less prisoners there to talk to. Not that Eponine feels like talking so much these days. Since coming back from the Horizon, she's been unusually quiet. There, for the first time in her life, she had experienced a grandeur that she's always aspired to and knew she'd never achieve. She'd been free to play and wander through forests and lie in sunny fields for hours and hours.
And now she's stuck behind bars. Again.
As the days drag, she becomes more and more listless. She's already weakened from her stay in solitary: her face is pale with dark bags below her eyes and her eyes, oddly green now, are becoming more and more dull.
She sits by the bars of her cell, clutching them and reaching out for anyone who comes past. Hopefully they stop.
Maybe the other prisoners notice her too?
Or maybe not.
The Horizon
Eponine can't sleep, can't concentrate, can't focus on anything. She lies awake in her cell listening to Flagg's breathing for hours on end. After the endless lights of solitary, she finds the darkness unsettling now, like there might be monsters lurking ready to pounce and consume her.
It takes ages for her to be able to return to the Horizon, and when she does, she looks around with curiosity. It's not surprising that she built a house. Nor is it odd, when she wanders through the rooms, that so many are filled with dolls.
If she had been carrying the water, if he had bought her the doll, how different her life would be.
She finds her favourites scattered on the floor: Azelma, brown haired and slightly chipped and worn, and Nina next to her, black hair matted. And Euphraise. Her perfect Euphraise. The doll's hair shines like the sun. It's dress is rich with golden threads and fine materials, finer than what the other two are made of.
For a long time, Eponine just stares at the doll, remembering suddenly who Euphraise is. And then she starts to scream. Her scream is loud and long, echoing through the dusty rooms of the mansion, and out over Eponine's domain.
And suddenly now, Eponine hates her prized doll, hates Euphraise, hates the name, the stupid, beautiful hair, it's pretty face and she hurls it as hard as she can from the window to the hard ground below.
Good luck if you happen to be visiting, for soon the garden is littered with smashed dolls that are routinely launched from the windows, to the vicious cries of the girl inside.
3. Choose your own
None of these tickle your fancy? I'm up for anything so go where you will, or hit me up on plurk
pineapplesoda should you wish to plot anything further!
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"But only, I don't want to go as a prisoner. They'll make it hurt. I want it to be just like a dream, you know? But I shan't say no to food."
She licks the bread and nibbles just some crumbs off it.
"It ain't so bad in these cells. They give you a bun and that. But in the one all alone, I screamed and screamed and nobody came, and just a plate you shouldn't give a dog was pushed to me each day."
Eponine pushes the bread into her pocket. "I ought not to complain, really. You know, in prison in Paris, in Les Madelonnettes, where I were, they fed us the flesh of the condemned. Just bread and water and mayhaps gruel if you could get to the bars in time, but the condemned on a Sunday. Here is not so bad as there."