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thecapitol2012-12-20 04:20 pm
makeflowersgrow) wrote in thecapitol2012-12-20 04:20 pm
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She has to pick-a-pocket or two -ooo, she has to pick-a-pocket or two.
WHO| Eponine and OPEN
WHAT|Eponine's ran out of money on the credit card thingy and she's quite got the taste for the high life, soooooooooooo she's supplementing herself the best way she knows how. Which means you guys (and Capitol citizens) might find their pockets a wee bit lighter. Or you can just catch her at it. Either or.
WHEN| Around five days after the tributes are given their credit cards.
WHERE| Central The streets of the Capitol.
WARNINGS/NOTES| Pickpocketing and thieving abound. I suppose if your character's natural reaction is to swear. I dunno. It's completely up to you if you catch her!
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Eponine has mixed feelings about this new life in this strange place. The natural citizens of the place remind her of the 'lovely ladies' she'd see at home in the parks, which she finds strange. And of course, there is the whole idea that people want to kill her for entertainment. Death as entertainment she can understand; did the crowds not flock to the guillotine in Paris? But her death? And her continued ressurection to be reslaughtered in thenastiest of conditions? Eponine had decided that she'd rather face her father and his gang five times over than go back to the arena. She was a lowlife and a petty criminal, but she was not that low and she would not sink to that level.
On the other hand, though, Eponine loved the decadence of the city, with it's bright colours and rich foods and sumptuous materials. She had clothes, strange clothes, and people fussing over her and as much food as she wanted. It was like being in heaven. And she longed to properly belong to the Capitol.
She certainly had the spending down to a t. Eponine had spent her whole allowance within five days of being given it, something which she regretted. Had she not meant to save it so that she could take it home? It was a problem indeed, but one Eponine knew how to solve. As she walked through the streets, easily noticeable in a long skirt and reasonably modest blouse, she slipped her hand into the pocket of a Capitol man, withdrawing a small wallet, which she pocketed quickly. Again and again, she pounced, choosing her targets carefully.
And again and again, she was foiled at the last moment. Sighing, Eponine turned a corner. This street was busier, and she'd be less obvious. Carefully, she moved on silent feet towards the nearest person not paying attention. You. She considered carefully, before slipping her hand into the pocket where she saw the biggest bulge.
WHAT|Eponine's ran out of money on the credit card thingy and she's quite got the taste for the high life, soooooooooooo she's supplementing herself the best way she knows how. Which means you guys (and Capitol citizens) might find their pockets a wee bit lighter. Or you can just catch her at it. Either or.
WHEN| Around five days after the tributes are given their credit cards.
WHERE| Central The streets of the Capitol.
WARNINGS/NOTES| Pickpocketing and thieving abound. I suppose if your character's natural reaction is to swear. I dunno. It's completely up to you if you catch her!
Cut for length
Eponine has mixed feelings about this new life in this strange place. The natural citizens of the place remind her of the 'lovely ladies' she'd see at home in the parks, which she finds strange. And of course, there is the whole idea that people want to kill her for entertainment. Death as entertainment she can understand; did the crowds not flock to the guillotine in Paris? But her death? And her continued ressurection to be reslaughtered in thenastiest of conditions? Eponine had decided that she'd rather face her father and his gang five times over than go back to the arena. She was a lowlife and a petty criminal, but she was not that low and she would not sink to that level.
On the other hand, though, Eponine loved the decadence of the city, with it's bright colours and rich foods and sumptuous materials. She had clothes, strange clothes, and people fussing over her and as much food as she wanted. It was like being in heaven. And she longed to properly belong to the Capitol.
She certainly had the spending down to a t. Eponine had spent her whole allowance within five days of being given it, something which she regretted. Had she not meant to save it so that she could take it home? It was a problem indeed, but one Eponine knew how to solve. As she walked through the streets, easily noticeable in a long skirt and reasonably modest blouse, she slipped her hand into the pocket of a Capitol man, withdrawing a small wallet, which she pocketed quickly. Again and again, she pounced, choosing her targets carefully.
And again and again, she was foiled at the last moment. Sighing, Eponine turned a corner. This street was busier, and she'd be less obvious. Carefully, she moved on silent feet towards the nearest person not paying attention. You. She considered carefully, before slipping her hand into the pocket where she saw the biggest bulge.
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Still, that wasn't really important anymore, was it? Nobody here had any designs on stakes in piles of wood and she doubted anyone knew what a pitchfork was actually for, much less had one. "But if you don't want to kill anybody," she continued, more cheerfully, "then you can just get really good at hiding, I suppose. It won't last you forever, but it'll last you a while. And then you'll just come back again!"
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"Shouldn't you be impaling people on pitchforks? Though... is the devil not red? Or was it black? I have seen a lot of pictures, but it was a long, long time ago. I thought the devil was a man, too?"
She frowns, out of pure concentration. "Are you really the devil? - wait, hiding, Madame?"
Eponine smiles. "I did that last time. I hid in a ditch for over a week, but I was so hungry, I had to go back, and that was when I was killed, you know? I would rather just stay here, though. It would be better, instead of having no food again."
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"But I am kind of red," she added, sticking to talking about herself. "I mean, my hair is, and I've got these spots here--" She flicked a finger at her forehead and the ruddy mottling there. "I'm more red than you are, so I guess that kind of counts, right?"
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"Did you always look like this then? It is not the additions that these people have made?"
She looks at Neeshka critically as she points out the reddish tones, and busts into a laugh.
"I do not know. Perhaps colour doesn't matter. I have been called an angel before now, and a devil as well. But it is all the same to me. So what the hell; we must carry on and live as well as we can."
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She stepped over to Eponine and slung an arm around her shoulders, intending to lead her out of the crowded street. "Come on. Let's get some drinks and we can share tricks of the trade, or something. I haven't talked to another thief in forever."
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"There is nothing wrong being a human...is there?"
Well, the embrace was the last thing she had expected, and Eponine stiffened automatically as Neeshka put her arm over Eponine's shoulder. But she loosened up when she realised that was all Neeshka was planning on doing. Eponine followed Neeshka quite willingly, still unsure of where she was going in this strange city.
"Are you proud to be a thief then, Madame? You speak of it as if it is a good thing to do."