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Slinking back

Who: Eponine and OPEN
What: Eponine slinks back to the Tribute Towers
Where: The Common Room of the Tribute Towers
When: Perhaps a week or so after her humiliating march through the Capitol
Warnings: I don't know. I'll update if necessary

She had vowed that she was never going to come back. She had vowed that never again would she take a single thing from the Capitol.

And yet, here she was, begging at their door.

She was still wearing the odd combination of dress and leggings and trainers she had grabbed however long ago when Harley had let her go, though they were coated in two week's worth of mud now, from where she had slept rough. Little bits of the orange wig were still stuck in her hair: bits of her own were missing from where she had yanked the wig free and pulled it out. But Eponine didn't care. She was hungry. She was cold and she was damp. And she was fed up of the peculiar looks, and the stares and the chortles and the whispers.

Aunamee will help me. Aunamee will show me how to fix it. Aunamee - the only man she was not too ashamed to go and see. Aunamee, who was every bit as rotten as she was - he'd tell her what to do. Surely he'd be dead by now?

She slipped into the Towers shortly after midnight had struck, hoping against hope that nobody would be about. First, a brandy. And then Aunamee.

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She finished the glass and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

"Yes, Orc." She said impatiently. "I will pay her out for humiliating me. I will... I will take her clothes. I'll sell her shoes. I'll make her cry."

He raised a craggy eyebrow at that, he wasn't the smartest tribute but somehow he didn't think that would work.

"Well if I can help let me know." He offered once again hoping she wouldn't take the easiest path.

"Did you really steal a cat?" He added still puzzled as to the why in that case. When the bartender arrived her refilled her glass, gave Orc a more sturdy mug, and then left the bottle because he knew by now it would just be better for everyone involved.

Oh god.

Eponine didn't even bother with the glass. She picked up the bottle and swigged straight from it.

"Yeah. I did." She didn't elaborate. Instead, she sat down on the edge of the table, and leaned down to tip a measure of brandy into her tumbler.

He had to admit, there was something really sexy about a girl who could drink like that. But back to business.

"Why?"

Seemed like a reasonable enough question.

"I didn't think you'd want to love me any more."

She couldn't even look at Orc when she admitted that. Instead, she picked up her glass, and ran her finger about the rim, before gulping some of it's contents.

Sometimes, Orc found that if he tried really hard he could actually feel the road block in his brain where logic seemed to crash and had to try and navigate it's way through. This was one of those times.

"So...because you thought I was gonna be mad at you for the arena...you stole someone's cat." He asked to confirm he had it all straight.

"I wanted something to love. It sounds stupid, I know..." She downed the rest of her drink, and picked up the bottle again. "I don't even care, Orc. Oh god - is it so bad? Is it really so bad that I want something to love me and cuddle me?"

"No, it's not."

He reached across the table to gently pat her head, as gently as he could given his rough skin.

"You were scared, you were upset. You messed up and were punished. It's over now. Everything's OK."

"No, Orc. A punishment is a beating. A punishment is being shut in jail. A punishment meets the crime." She swigged the brandy again. "Orc, I cannot come back. I can't tell Eva. Sigma hates me. I'm all alone again, nowhere to go. Again. And it is HER fault."

He shook his head and his low voice radiated warmth.

"You're not alone. You have me."

Then he reached under the table and brought his basket up setting it in the middle.

"And this."

Gesturing for her to open it, when she did she would find a sleepy looking, very fluffy poodle.

Eponine peeped into the basket and then looked at Orc in complete confusion.

"I did not know you had a dog. But I cannot have your own pet. I shan't be dragged through the Capitol again."

But she couldn't help looking longingly back at the poodle. It was quite the cutest dog Eponine had ever seen - not massively difficult, given the amount of straggly dogs she'd seen on the Parisian streets. She reached into the basket, stroking the dog's tight light brown curls.

"Oh - oh look! He's licking me! Or is he a she, Sir? Is it really for me? Oh, Orc!" She flung her arms around him, hugging herself to his hard granite armour.

Orc smiled and slid his thick arms around her letting her embrace him.

"It's not my dog it's yours. I figured if you wanted a pet we'd just get you one of your own so no one could take it away."

Except of course the Capitol but he didn't want to think about that.

"You got me... you got me a dog" Eponine pulled back to look at Orc in confusion. It was nice that he had got her a dog - lovely, in fact. But... why a dog? Was it not obvious that she wanted a cat, really?

But Eponine could understand that Orc was trying to make it better for her. She could see the kindness in his gesture. So she tried her best to swallow her disappointment. And the dog was lovely. She peered back into the basket, and put her hand in to stroke the dog. It began to lick her hand, and Eponine began to laugh.

"You are too good to me, Charles. After.... everything. I do not deserve a man like you, you know? You're too good for me."

His lips split in a craggy smile. "Well yeah, dogs are loyal. Cats are kinda...whatever that word is. Where they could take you or leave you." He reasoned. "But a good dog will follow you anywhere and do anything for you. Plus the guy at the store told me this one can learn tricks and stuff."

He brought a hand down to pet skittles absent mindedly. Skittles was busying herself by chewing on the tablecloth.

"We're both messed up, but I like you and you like me and even if we mess up...maybe we can help each other not mess up as bad?"

She reached into the basket, and gently lifted the dog out, and she held it tightly on her knee. The puppy was going mad, wriggling to try to get to her face or her hand or something to lick, but Eponine held it firm.

"No. BAD dog. You will be still now!" She said, firmly, to the dog before turning her attention back to Orc.

"Do you think we can? Help each other? Or will we make it worse?"

Orc couldn't help but sit a little stiller at Eponine's command. It seemed he had some natural doglike instincts of his own.

"Yeah...I dunno maybe. But the only way we'll ever know is if we try."

Uncharacteristically optimistic for Orc, then again he'd only just started drinking.

If Eponine noticed Orc's stance, she didn't comment. Instead, she was looking at the dog again, pulling the tight curls of it's fur to watch them spring back. Luckily, the puppy was of a nonchalant disposition and was quite happy to let Eponine mess. "Is it a girl or a boy? You must help me think of a name - but a nice name. Not a silly one." She said.

"And then, I will... you can come to my bedroom, if you like? Or we can go to yours - and I will make you happy. Like in the arena. If you like." She leaned up to kiss him: she mustn't be too far off his lips if she was sat on the table.

"I think it's a girl like skittles?" He felt as though this was a question he should have asked. It was a very pretty dog at least?

When she suggested going back up to one of their rooms he felt his face burn with heat and he was glad he couldn't blush. Still if she paid attention she could see him stiffen and squirm with embarrassment. He leaned into the kiss though as gently as he could since he was once again made of rough stone.

"I uh...Like in the arena? Even though I'm...like this?" He mumbled flustered.

"Bisou!" Eponine giggled as she twisted the dog so it's paws leant on her shoulders and it could lick her face. "I shall name her Bisou - in French, it means 'kiss', Orc, and so she shall always remind me of you."

She hugged the dog close, fully enjoying having something that loved her so unconditionally. But then Bisou was put back in her basket so that Eponine could focus on Orc. In private, she was scared. Not even scared. She was fairly certain that it was going to hurt her. But for Orc - for this poor boy who loved her so - she would do absolutely anything.
So she nodded, trying her best to look completely confident and cocksure of herself.

"Would you like to? Did you like it? I bet I can make you feel, even in the rock."

Another shiver and he nodded, a dopey smile melting onto his face. "It was amazing." then his voice held a hint of concern "I just don't wanna hurt you...being with you should be fun for both of us." And honestly he wasn't sure that rocks were meant to go into a place like that.

"Well..." She wasn't so sure, either. But could it be so bad? Did she really want to know before it happened? "Well, we can try. And if it doesn't..." She blushed and lowered her voice, leaning in and reaching up so she could whisper to Orc. "If it does not work, I will try another trick or so I have been shown that makes men happy."

He'd be lying if he said just hearing her say those things in his ear was enough to make him hard. Thankfully he'd have a minute or two to calm down as they finished their drinks.

"You are the best Girlfriend ever." He mumbled, his adoration positively dripping off each word. For just a moment he considered that maybe being a giant rock monster wasn't so bad.

Just a minute though, he wasn't that stupid after all.

Eponine simply smiled and downed some more brandy. She'd need to be completely slozzled enough not to be able to feel a thing so that she could make Orc happy. She wanted to live up to his expectations now - she HAD to be the best girlfriend. She HAD to make him love her, always.

Poor Bisou in her basket was all but forgotten. Hopefully, an Avox would look after her.

Orc wasn't so drunk he would forget her, he'd make sure the basket came with them.

And he might try carrying Eponine to her room in a manly way, since his room was much messier.

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Slinking back

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And now I leave it's description and personality to you~ Congratulations <3

<3 merci beaucoup

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Fade to black?

Sounds good to me~