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thecapitol2014-08-17 12:38 am
delightable) wrote in thecapitol2014-08-17 12:38 am
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Let's celebrate life!
Who| Everyone who wants to mourn Orc, or wants free food
What| A mingle log, where Holly is holding a memorial party on the roof to celebrate Orc's life
Where| The roof
When| A couple of days before the arena
Warnings/Notes| N/A unless you count people being sad about death
Orc's death really shook Holly up. There's nothing she can do about it, nor does she have the courage to speak out about it. But she doesn't have it in her to just pretend it never happened. She was quite fond of Orc, he deserves to be remembered and people deserve to have a place they can do so, regardless of whether or not he was a rebel.
So, a couple of days prior, she starts posting fliers and handing them out to anyone who will take one. They're sparkly, colorful and visually loud just like the Capitol. But their intent is clear; on the roof, she's holding a memorial party for Orc for anyone and everyone to come and celebrate his life.
The memorial is held in the evening, and when the time comes, there is a buffet table with various foods, snacks and drinks, all supplied by Holly herself, and Jolie who helped a little as well. The area is cleared around Eponine's secret place, where a little shrine is set up with a picture of Orc surrounded by candles and other mementos relating to the boy. There's also a podium, where anyone is free to say a few words for him if they so choose.
It's the closest to a funeral that she can get, because she knows she'll never have permission to hold a real one.
What| A mingle log, where Holly is holding a memorial party on the roof to celebrate Orc's life
Where| The roof
When| A couple of days before the arena
Warnings/Notes| N/A unless you count people being sad about death
Orc's death really shook Holly up. There's nothing she can do about it, nor does she have the courage to speak out about it. But she doesn't have it in her to just pretend it never happened. She was quite fond of Orc, he deserves to be remembered and people deserve to have a place they can do so, regardless of whether or not he was a rebel.
So, a couple of days prior, she starts posting fliers and handing them out to anyone who will take one. They're sparkly, colorful and visually loud just like the Capitol. But their intent is clear; on the roof, she's holding a memorial party for Orc for anyone and everyone to come and celebrate his life.
The memorial is held in the evening, and when the time comes, there is a buffet table with various foods, snacks and drinks, all supplied by Holly herself, and Jolie who helped a little as well. The area is cleared around Eponine's secret place, where a little shrine is set up with a picture of Orc surrounded by candles and other mementos relating to the boy. There's also a podium, where anyone is free to say a few words for him if they so choose.
It's the closest to a funeral that she can get, because she knows she'll never have permission to hold a real one.
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"Oh, Sir, that you even try to help me is more than most of your people have done for me? Oh, will you truly? Even his ashes, Sir, that I might just give him a proper grave and a place for Diana and Howard and I to put flowers. That is all I wish for, I swear."
Eponine didn't want to make Orc into a figurehead for the rebellion. Indeed, she has no thoughts of rebellion at all. She just wanted to hold Orc one last time, whatever state he was in, and say how sorry she was to him. That was all.
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"I'll do what I can," he said, with sympathy that made it all the way into his expression. "Look-- tell me your name. And one way or another, I'll be in contact with you soon."
This was complicated, he reflected-- a greater complication than he'd anticipated leaving here tonight saddled with-- but, well. It was a sight better than being spat at.
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She curtseyed deeply - it probably looked a bit odd coming from a girl in a hoodie and skinny jeans - and smiled again. Oh, it was nice to know that not every high up Capitol men knew of her. Perhaps it would be that she could sneak through their buildings unnoticed after all?
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But he smiled, as if in sudden recognition. "Of course," he said. "Who else, but Miss Thenardier? It's a pleasure." He inclined his head slightly in a bow, because it felt like the right response to the curtsey, somehow.
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"I thought I should like it, not being invisible, but I find I do not like it. At home, I could outsmart the police. I were caught once in all my years - and then my lies free me, Sir, after only a check and to make me carry a license. It is not so bad." She shifted uncomfortably: the checks had been awful, and degrading and all the rest of it and she was supposed to go back every other week. But Eponine hadn't. She tried to keep her tone light.
"But here, everyone knows me and always they watch. And always, always I am caught doing something stupid. I hate it."
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"Well," he said instead, with regret-- "You must understand that we have to be careful. We don't want things like this to happen." This being, of course, Orc's death. The occasion of his memorial. "Perhaps, if we'd been watching better, we'd have been able to keep all of you safe. To help you before this happened."
There-- that was safe, right? Turning the blame not on the Capitol, but on a failing of the Capitol.
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"And that horrid Miss. Blackhorn, she says that perhaps my Mama is already executed, or that they will, and that she is a criminal and it ain't true at all. I was not going to sit whilst you arrest my Mama, and I tell you again, you stupid man, that I should do it again, over and over, and worse, if you take my Mama away. I don't care how many brands I have, you understand. Eva is everything to me, more than Orc, and I will keep her. You understand."
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Then he heard Eva, and it fell into place. One of the few Victors whose name he recognized. A friendship. He nodded, slow, in understanding.
"...I understand," he said, and propped his smile back up. "I'm not such a stupid man, you see? Besides-- there's nothing to worry about. No one is going to take your Mama away."
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"...I understand." She wouldn't let him. Even Cyrus didn't have any power over where Eva was kept, or what was done to her. He was being made a stand-in for every out-of-touch fool working in the Capitol again. Believe me, he wanted to say, You don't want the Capitol wearing my face. Pick another.
"Believe me," is what he said. "I would not dare take her from you, even had I the power. Which, incidentally, I don't."
Both a pointed reminder that he was not necessarily who she seemed to be mistaking him for, and a kind of twisted reassurance-- In this, at least, you are safe from me.
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"I'm sorry, Sir. I am. I suppose I am just... tired. I am frustrated. I cannot do right. I am... I am like you!"
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Cyrus stares at her for a moment-- and then he grins, and then he laughs. It's more surprised than mocking; it's incredulous, and startled at her audacity.
He stifles it quickly - they are still at a funeral, after all - but it's harder to kill his smile. He regards Eponine from over the rim of his glass as he takes a long, calming sip.
"How perceptive," he says. "I guess we have some common ground, after all."
Having been forced to take that look into his own psyche, he reaches out to rest his hand very briefly on her shoulder. A parting gesture. He's made a solid bargain, but he's also been spit at and laughed at, and that's more than sufficient for one conversation. "Look-- I should go and speak with the others. But it's been a pleasure, making your acquaintance. Will you wait for a message from me?"
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And with that, she turns away, going back to Neal's drawing of Orc, and her secret hiding place.