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Awake and alive

Who: Eponine and Eva: Eponine and open
What: Eponine wakes up, Eva calms her down and Eponine tries to distract herself
Where: Eponine's bedroom and the common room
When: the beginning of week 4 of the arena.
Warnings: Eponine crying a lot. Probably talk of her endeavours in the arena and before that as well.

Closed to Eva - Eponine's bedroom

Eponine wakes up with a moan already on her lips. She closes her eyes tight again, almost as soon as she opens them. She does not want to be awake. She had hoped beyond hope that they'd just leave her this time, that they were finished with her and would forget about her and leave her dead. But there's no such look and Eponine has to wake up and face the music over what she's done.

She's made such a mess and she doesn't quite know how, and she certainly has no idea how to fix it. She definitely doesn't want to even begin figuring out where to begin with it all now, so she turns over, pulling her quilt right up about her. And then stops, shocked, when she sees Eva.

Open - Later in the Common Room

She's curled up in the corner of the arm chair, an open bag of 'body part fun gums' open next to her. It had been the Capitol's little joke, stuffing them into her gift bag for when she had woken up, and at first, Eponine had been upset. But then she had decided that she wasn't going to let the Capitol see how much they affected her, and so she sits, steadily munching on them.

In front of her, the television screen shows the Games: she watches as Wyatt comforts Howard. But she's not really paying much attention: on her knee is an open alphabet book, another little gift from the Capitol, full of cartoons of herself. She's flicking through it absently, systematically chewing on the sweets as she does so. She needs to get a plan together, to figure out how to survive, and how to live with herself now.

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"Just out, somewhere loud where no one stares." He told her, getting to his feet as well.

She offered her hand to help pull him up. "Well, if you know of such a place, I will happily go there with you." She grinned.

"I do." He nodded, "You ready?" He was happy to wait if she wanted to get changed, or put her stuff away. He wasn't in that much of a rush.

She chucked the book onto the sofa: she wasn't bothered if she never saw the thing again. It annoyed her, that book. She knew how to write. And the sweets were quickly stuffed into the pocket of her zip up hoodie.

"I'm ready." She didn't care what she looked like in the slightest.

"Great, let's go." Before a stylist grabbed them. Ian was dressed in the rediculous clothes they provided him with, and was a bit jealous of Eponine, that hoodie looked comfortable.

Outside was still cold and miserable and Ian wished again he was wearing something more substantial. "You been to the Cave?"

Eponine was dressed in a really odd mixture of clothes: just a plain purple pinafore dress with a pleated skirt that fell to her knee, and a flowery blouse beneath, and bare legs with flat ballet pumps, and, of course, the oversized fleece for warmth. She hunched her shoulders against the rain, but otherwise didn't bother much. She was, after all, used to freezing in skimpier clothes than she had now.

"No... Do you like it there? Do they serve brandy?"

"Yeah, I mean it's full of creeps like everywhere but it's dark and easy to go unnoticed." He grinned at her, "I'm sure they do."

"That sounds nice. I do not think I have the patience to hear anyone laughing at me. I cannot believe they filmed it!"

She was talking about the incident with Marius in the Districts, though Ian might be unaware of it. She trudged by Ian's side, her hands balled into fists in her pocket.

"I think always we should have a disguise to go to these places." She pulled the hood of her hoodie over her head. "Would you recognise me?" A skinny girl with knobbly knees and bad teeth - there can't be too many such women in the Capitol.

"I'll tell them to shut it." Ian told her, he wasn't sure what she was talking about, the Capitol filmed a lot of stuff.

He grinned at her suggestion and then paused, spotting a shop. "Wait here."

He darted over the street and a few moments later came out, with a mask, it was similar to the ones in the arena, though with enough differences that he hoped she wouldn't get upset.

"Here, they are the latest craze, everyone's wearing one, no one will know it's you."

She stood on the street with her head down. She pulled her hair right back, twisted it, and knotted it at the base of her scalp. Then she pulled her hood up, and her hoodie down . If she wasn't in a dress, she'd pass as a boy. But - oh! Where was Ian?

She kept a wary eye on the other people in the street: someone made as if they recognised her, but Eponine bared her teeth and raised her fists and growled until they went away. And then she laughed.

It only increased as Ian reappeared, holding the mask. She took it eagerly.

"You got this for me? Oh , you're a true friend!"

She hugged him quickly, as tight as she could, before pulling the mask on.

"Do you see me?"

Ian smiled and hugged her back before shaking her head, "Not at all, wouldn't be able to recognise you if I didn't know who you were to begin with."

And hopefully it would give her some more confidence, if she didn't feel like people were judging her all the time.

"Well then, shall we go?" Eponine grinned from beneath the mask.
"You must lead the way for I do not know it so well."

Happily, she pushed one arm through his so they were linked. " And you must show me how it is that you are so happy always. Always not in the arena, you are partying and drinking and smiling. I should like that too, for I still find it difficult to smile."

"Come on then." He led her by the arm, "It's not far." Ignoring the crowd around them he weaved his way through.

He paused at her question, because he was not sure if it was a good thing to share with her. Someone else he might not hesitate, but introducing someone like Eponine to a drug, even if it didn't seem to be doing him much damage as far as he could tell, was probably very irresponsible.

"I'm a Gallagher." He told her with a smile, "Partying is what we do best, especially when everything else in life is shit."

"And I am a Thenardier or a Jondrette or a member of whatever family my Pa dreams up to get money from people." She laughed. "But I should rather be a Gallagher, I think. You must have a brother for me to fall in love with." She pushed through the crowd, following Ian closely.

Ian laughed, "Well there's Lip but I'm not sure you want to fall in love with him." Then again Eponine was probably the kind of girl he would like, one hundred percent guaranteed to break his heart and leave him a wreck.

"The others are just kids still."

"No? Why? Does he have two heads? If he is as lovely as you, I should fall in love with him. It would nice to be with a man who is happy." She had actually never had a man who was just, simply, happy.

"No, one's enough." Ian shrugged, he wasn't exactly lovely but he wasn't going to argue. "He's a bit moodier than me, he's really intelligent. Like fucking genius levels but he's too stupid to actually get his life together and get out. But he's a nice guy. I think you'd like him. I just don't know if he's good boyfriend material, he tends to mess up relationships a lot."

"Still... he sounds better than Howard, and Orc who is so stupid, and Marius who does not love me at all, and Montparnasse, who loves me, but will kill me one day." She is really not very good with men. But never mind. She doesn't even want to think about it right now. She just wants to forget ... everything.

"Are we nearly there yet?"

"I thought you liked Orc." He raised and eyebrow and then nodded. "Almost, it's just round here."

"He loves me." She didn't love Orc really. She just loved that he made her feel loved. "Who am I to say no to that, Ian?" And dating Orc got one over on Howard and it made her feel valued and with at least a little bit to someone. His lust for her almost validated her to herself, especially after Marius rejecting her.

"Is it such a bad thing? He seems happy when I let him have me."

Ian shrugged, agreeing with her. If he loved her and was happy to admit it, well that was better then most people had.

"It's not a bad thing." He told her and then pointed at the club, which really was a cave. "Here."

"In there?" She tilted her head, looking doubtfully at the cave. "Well, if you say so."
She followed him in, and began to smile when she saw the bar.

"What shall you drink? I will secure our first ones. Something strong, I think you need!"

He grinned, "Whatever you're drinking." He told her, going over with her to the bar anyways, mostly so she didn't have to be alone.

That was brandy then. Brandy, or wine, was about the only thing that Eponine ever drank, unless she was persuaded into a cocktail.

She pushed her way to the front, quite confident that nobody would recognise her beneath the hoodie and the mask. And she deepened her voice, trying to avoid her give away accent when she ordered.

"I need to learn to sound like you as well, you know?" She laughed, as she handed over a tumbler to Ian.

Ian took the brandy with a smile, "You'll get the hang of it, just try copying those around you."

He was shouting, because it was so loud and he downed his brandy, wincing at the taste. "Want to dance?"

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