New kind of victory.

[etcircenses]

Who| Everyone on the District Tours.
What| The Celebration dinners for all the Districts.
Where| Specified in thread.
When| The second night they are there.
Warnings/Notes| Find your district below. Leave any questions here. And please add any needed warning into your subject line when appropriate.

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[gardienne]

She snorts at that, laughing a bitter laugh. "My Pa is nothing of the sort, though he'd have you believe it. He is not a nice man, my Pa. If you listen to anyone who matters, they say that we are all the scum, the maggots. But my Pa, he is a coward and a thief, to boot. Monsieur, my Pa is so talented, he can rob you of the clothes you stand up in."


She shrugs. "See, you killed me for saying that your emperors are stupid. Would you have me hang for theft and worse? You would fit in well with France, I think. With the people who matter."

[gluteus]

Well see this is what he gets for trying to adhere to social niceties.

"I killed you because I wanted to save another." Maximus said flatly. Sure, he hadn't exactly liked her after that conversation, and had certainly assured her death, but in the end it had hardly been about her at all.

"I am no night watchman, Eponine," He said, frowning deeply though he did still keep trying to dance. "I killed many valiant men with whom otherwise I would have been brother."

[gardienne]

"You still chose Monsieur R." She looked over his shoulder, mimicking the actions of the other women.
"He is not even of your district, and yet you still chose him over me. At least admit it, Sir. I do not care if you prefer him to I.There are plenty of people I prefer to you, you know."

She carried on dancing in silence for a moment, brooding on her death in the desert. But after a minute, she sighed.

"I am sorry to be rude, Monsieur."

[gluteus]

"I chose Wyatt," He corrects. Though he was fond enough of R now, he certainly hadn't been then. He'd wanted to kill the boy on sight.

"You are not rude," He murmured lowly, but he would not be guilted. He had done what he had done for a reason, and it had almost worked. He had nearly seen Wyatt win. "But we all do what we must, Eponine. It does not do to dwell on that which we cannot change."

[gardienne]

"No..." She laughed suddenly. "You know, I never used to be like this in Paris, carrying on and on. When it was done - poof, from my mind. But here... it makes me think and think and think on it. It's not nice."

As the music ended, she pulled away from him, and dropped a deep curtsey.

"Monsieur, I think you are too honourable for me. But... I will try not to antagonise you, or Monsieur Wyatt. Is that a deal?"

[gluteus]

He gave her a stiff bow in return, but didn't take his eyes off of her.

"Agreed." Maximus said, firmly.