INTRO LOG #2

[abraxasmods]

Intro Log #2

It has been two months now since the initial group of summonings first took place. Castle Thorne, or at least the part above ground, is buzzing with a vibrant air of hope following the 'success' at the Singularity. Eager smiles and excited chattering are to be found in nearly every corner of the castle and surrounding town. The honored guests may find grateful looks turned their way more often than not. A new and brighter day seems to be dawning on the kingdom.

In the dungeons it's a different story entirely. The mood is somber and uneasy. The prisoner taken for trial has yet to return, and no word has come regarding her or her fate. There has been no mention of any further trials as of yet and guards seem to have little patience for unruly behavior or even conversation. Some seem to not even look at or acknowledge the prisoners at all.

[ Feel free to continue threads from the TDM here or start your own! As cell and room assignments will be short-lived due to this month's event, you're free to assume whichever cellmates and roommates you like instead of officially signing up as long as there are ICly no more than four people in a cell or room at once. ]

Comments

[gardienne]

No they don't. That's stupid, Miss.

[Eponine gestures to the bars.]

To be locked up, you need a crime, yes? That is how it works? Now me, I am rotten. I know so. I have done that which'd have my head on a basket, or swinging as you shall. But not here. And yet, in France, where I am bad, I am free, and here, where I have done nothing except be pulled from that pool, I am as condemned as you.So what makes you think that this place, what locks you and plots to kill you for no reason what we have done here, will give you a fair trial?

[She shakes her head scornfully.] Stupid.

[souille]

[ She resents being called stupid and for just a second the fear that's so evident on her face turns to anger for just a second. ]

Unless they decided to condemn you for things you did in France.

[ She'd assumed that was how it worked, that she'd been imprisoned because of everything that had happened back in her own world. ]

[gardienne]

[Eponine’s own expression sours to match Abigail’s.]

And how should they know what I have done? I haven’t told nothing to them. That stupid man just looked in a book.

[She shrugs]

It don’t matter you know? No one never wants me and that’s okay. But not to lock me away. That is stupid.

[souille]

Out of everyone in your world, they picked you to come here. Of course they know what you've done.

[ Abigail has absolutely no idea, but the theory makes as much sense to her as anything else here. ]

[gardienne]

So why would they pick a criminal like me? There were good men there. Monsieur Enjolras should have shouted for equality. It is all he does. His friend, Monsieur Grantaire, he would drink to death. Monsieur Marius would have been perfect here. He should have been kind… perhaps.

[She scowls.]

They should have taken the police men. Javert and them. Locked him up here, or used him as a guard. Pah.

[She spits on the floor.]

He were so rough when he arrests. He twists your arms up before the manacles go on, and on the ankles and he makes you walk to the jail. A horrid man, that one.

[souille]

Maybe he's in league with the people in charge here, made it so you were brought to this prison instead of his.

[ It would certainly be a convenient way to get rid of criminals. And now she's thinking about it, maybe that's exactly how and why she was brought here herself. ]

[gardienne]

Do you think?

[Eponine stops and thinks for a minute. That makes sense. Get her out of France. Cut out the go- between of the gang and maybe cut out some of the trouble they cause? Well, if that was Javert's thinking, he was wrong. None of the gang, including her own family, cared enough about Eponine to stop if she was the one sent away. They probably hadn't even noticed she'd gone. She snorts.]

Then that proves the police are stupid and I hope 'Parnasse gets to him and slits his throat if it is true.

[souille]

[ Abigail barks out a short, dark laugh at that. She doesn't exactly wish the same on Jack Crawford, but she's sure that if he could lock her away in a place like this and get her out of his hair, he'd take the opportunity. ]

Doesn't make a difference for you even if he does. You'll hang right alongside me.

[gardienne]

What? For our signs?

[She's been contemplating it a lot since she got here, sure she's facing the death penalty. She's surprisingly cool about it.]

I wish they would hurry with it, truly. It is worse here, waiting. They gave a death date to one stupid man, but I wish...

[She shakes her head.] A peaceful death ain't for me, but hanging is quicker than freezing or starving, and less painful than a beating and my neck slit. It ain't so bad. I hope Nadine will be there to say goodbye to when it finally comes.