thecapitol | I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me

Who| Courfeyrac & Open!
What| Resurrected French kid has no idea what the hell is going on.
Where| The Central Common Area + District 11 Suites.
When| The day before the trains leave.
Warnings/Notes| N/A

His head was spinning when he was finally left alone in the suites. It felt like it had been an eternity of listening to those people barking at him in words he couldn't process quickly enough to understand, overwhelming to the point that he thought he might lose face and be sick about it. Wasn't he dead? He didn't specifically recall dying, but he remembered the distinct impression that his own demise had been imminent. If he was dead, was this place hell or heaven? He'd never been a particularly devout young man, but he knew none of this was in the Bible.

Thinking about it hurt, and all Courfeyrac wanted to do was to go dig a hole for himself and return to his time and his sleep. He wanted to wake up from this crazy dream, return to Paris, be anyplace but in this city, in this building, in these wretched rooms.

Depressed, he looked about for a corner in which he could hide and regain his pride, or perhaps fall asleep again and wake up feeling normal. He felt as lost and tired as he looked, and if not for his last shred of vanity, he might not even care.

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Disappeared. What a strange word to describe the child. Courfeyrac did not have it in him to fixate on the choice for long, worrying more over the fates of his other fallen brothers. "So it is us. We three, and the girl? Very well, we can make due with that."

Make due to do what, he wasn't quite sure yet. But with both Marius and Enjolras to lead the way, surely a solution to this wretched situation would present itself.

Marius fell silent, staring at the tips of his shoes as he folded his hands behind his back. Make due with what had also been the question on his mind; he had suffered through two Arenas and still there seemed no resolution in sight, not even the welcome company of an endless death.

Finally, he raised his eyes to Courfeyrac and opted for a safe, trivial question. "Which district has been assigned to you?"

"Eleven. I believe that is the number." It had meant nothing to him and in all honesty, he'd paid it little mind when he'd been assigned. Now, he was beginning to wonder if he ought to have paid more attention to it. "And you, my friend? Which one are you?"

"Three." To be perfectly honest, he too had given minimal thought into his district, only that he knew he was fighting on behalf of the people there, and that if he was not, then another child would die in the Games.

Nonetheless, that question did serve to elicit a mild curiosity in him. And so he says, with a thoughtful expression, "I wonder what it is like."

He hadn't thought anything of the Districts. They seemed abstract to him at this point, unreal, fictional lands. They may as well have been a fairy's enchanted kingdom for all he knew or cared. But it did make him homesick. He'd just been in Paris yesterday, but he longed to return there, or to death, all the more.

"I am sure they are not nearly as beautiful as France in the springtime."

A sad, melancholy sort of smile formed on Marius's face. "Perhaps not."

Courfeyrac's sudden homesickness stirred in him the same emotion, and he wondered whether their fight, their deaths, held any meaning at all. Did their sacrifice provoke the people to rise? Did it anger them, perhaps? Or did it do nothing at all? "Do you think..."

But then he shook his head, casting the thought aside. "No, it does not matter now. Eleven is where you stay, wasn't it, Courfeyrac? Perhaps I can walk with you to there."

Whatever Marius was wondering, Courfeyrac was wondering too. Perhaps not in the same terms or in the same order, but those thoughts pulled at him as well, like a small child tugging on his sleeve.

"Eleven, yes." Eleven meant nothing now. Eleven was nowhere and full of no ones. But somehow, it was to define him in this place. He wasn't sure how he felt about that just yet, but with Marius here, he felt more certain that he could find a way to sort everything out. Marius wasn't entirely useless. He had a strange ability to bring out the humanity in others, Courfeyrac included, and it gladdened him to feel that tug on his heart again. "Come, my friend. We will walk together."

Just like old times.

I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me

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wrap up? c:

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