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thecapitol2014-10-11 07:34 pm
arosewiththorns) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-11 07:34 pm
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Marinate in misery [OPEN]
WHO; Rose and Open, with closed prompts for Dave, Eponine and Jolie
WHAT; Checking in on people and talking shit out
WHERE; The tribute tower
WHEN; Backdated to the last week of Arena 11, Around the 29/9
WARNINGS; N/A
Dave
It’s no surprise who she goes to see first, once Rose manages to pull herself out of bed. At the very least she knows better than to leave her room looking like a mess, and pulls herself together as much as she can. The brand still sits stark on her cheek and it’s out of avoidance of looking at it that she forgoes her usual lipstick, finger brushing her hair after she slips into a simple black boat neck top, tugging the sleeves over the heel of her palms. Jeans and simple flats finish it off and while it’s not her usual image that she tries to maintain she can’t bring herself to care. She’s branded, she can’t pull that look off that easily anyway.
She slips up to the suites of 9 a little after noon, letting him get his sleep and she hopes that he’s still there and not off having lunch or hanging with friends. Normal things, in a very abnormal scenario and while she’s mostly happy for him (That he has to chance to do this, to interact in person with more than one person and some trolls) she finds herself a little envious. She was never good at dealing with people in that sort of way, and she doesn’t have her confidont here anyway.
But Rose buries that the same time she raps sharply on his door, resisting the urge to lean her forehead against the wood. “Dave?” she says in a voice that’s barely loud enough to hear through the door. “Are you in here?”
Tres Jolie
She half feels like crawling back into bed after her talk with Dave and the thought it tempting enough to get her back down in district 8. It’s only in the hall she hesitates and glances towards the stylist suites before making a sudden turn. It’s been awhile, the very beginning of the arena that she saw Jolie and even then it was just for a few minutes and under too much supervision. She knows what role the queen played in the jailbreak, what risk she took and while she doesn’t trust even this place to openly thank her she can find some way.
Reaching the door Rose half considers turning back to her room, at least to put on a touch more make up, something to hide the circles under her eyes even though it won’t fade the brand on her cheek. But in the end she just knocks, trying to straighten her shoulders a little more as she waits for Jolie to answer the door. She’s too tired to call out right now.
Eponine
It’s a day or so after her talk with Dave that she goes to find the French girl, not sure where she’ll find her or what she’s going to do when she does. It’s obvious to her that Dave cares somewhat about the girl, even if she hurt him emotionally and attempted to also do so physically. She’s a threat really, uncontrollable and off kilter and Rose should try and keep her away from Dave.
But at the same time she recalls her long conversation with the girl at the last crowning, the way she could tell there was something in the girl, something that had been beaten down and shattered over the years of abuse she’d found herself in. She had been here much longer than Rose, longer than Dave. It’s really no surprise her sanity seems fickle at the best of time but. Dave had asked her to try and help and if there’s anything Rose is weak to it’s to her brother’s whims, as stupid as they are.
So she finds Eponine’s room and slips in, not surprised at all the girl isn’t here. That’s fine, she can wait and she takes a seat after clearing clothes off a chair and pulls out a book, and starts reading.
Open
Rose mostly keeps to her room for the end of the arena, where she can wallow in whatever she pleases for a time. It’s tiring putting up a face and the brand on her cheek still turns her stomach in a mix of anger and vanity everytime she looks in the mirror and that does make putting makeup on a chore. But she drags herself out eventually, dark lipstick and long skirts back and makes her way around the tower, quietly checking in on people she’s talked to a few times with a quiet knock on their door. Of course if you haven’t yet met her there’s more than enough opportunities to, Rose taking a timeout on the roof for an ecig before going back down to watch some of the arena playing the concerned girlfriend for anyone whose watching whenever Clara appears.
WHAT; Checking in on people and talking shit out
WHERE; The tribute tower
WHEN; Backdated to the last week of Arena 11, Around the 29/9
WARNINGS; N/A
Dave
It’s no surprise who she goes to see first, once Rose manages to pull herself out of bed. At the very least she knows better than to leave her room looking like a mess, and pulls herself together as much as she can. The brand still sits stark on her cheek and it’s out of avoidance of looking at it that she forgoes her usual lipstick, finger brushing her hair after she slips into a simple black boat neck top, tugging the sleeves over the heel of her palms. Jeans and simple flats finish it off and while it’s not her usual image that she tries to maintain she can’t bring herself to care. She’s branded, she can’t pull that look off that easily anyway.
She slips up to the suites of 9 a little after noon, letting him get his sleep and she hopes that he’s still there and not off having lunch or hanging with friends. Normal things, in a very abnormal scenario and while she’s mostly happy for him (That he has to chance to do this, to interact in person with more than one person and some trolls) she finds herself a little envious. She was never good at dealing with people in that sort of way, and she doesn’t have her confidont here anyway.
But Rose buries that the same time she raps sharply on his door, resisting the urge to lean her forehead against the wood. “Dave?” she says in a voice that’s barely loud enough to hear through the door. “Are you in here?”
Tres Jolie
She half feels like crawling back into bed after her talk with Dave and the thought it tempting enough to get her back down in district 8. It’s only in the hall she hesitates and glances towards the stylist suites before making a sudden turn. It’s been awhile, the very beginning of the arena that she saw Jolie and even then it was just for a few minutes and under too much supervision. She knows what role the queen played in the jailbreak, what risk she took and while she doesn’t trust even this place to openly thank her she can find some way.
Reaching the door Rose half considers turning back to her room, at least to put on a touch more make up, something to hide the circles under her eyes even though it won’t fade the brand on her cheek. But in the end she just knocks, trying to straighten her shoulders a little more as she waits for Jolie to answer the door. She’s too tired to call out right now.
Eponine
It’s a day or so after her talk with Dave that she goes to find the French girl, not sure where she’ll find her or what she’s going to do when she does. It’s obvious to her that Dave cares somewhat about the girl, even if she hurt him emotionally and attempted to also do so physically. She’s a threat really, uncontrollable and off kilter and Rose should try and keep her away from Dave.
But at the same time she recalls her long conversation with the girl at the last crowning, the way she could tell there was something in the girl, something that had been beaten down and shattered over the years of abuse she’d found herself in. She had been here much longer than Rose, longer than Dave. It’s really no surprise her sanity seems fickle at the best of time but. Dave had asked her to try and help and if there’s anything Rose is weak to it’s to her brother’s whims, as stupid as they are.
So she finds Eponine’s room and slips in, not surprised at all the girl isn’t here. That’s fine, she can wait and she takes a seat after clearing clothes off a chair and pulls out a book, and starts reading.
Open
Rose mostly keeps to her room for the end of the arena, where she can wallow in whatever she pleases for a time. It’s tiring putting up a face and the brand on her cheek still turns her stomach in a mix of anger and vanity everytime she looks in the mirror and that does make putting makeup on a chore. But she drags herself out eventually, dark lipstick and long skirts back and makes her way around the tower, quietly checking in on people she’s talked to a few times with a quiet knock on their door. Of course if you haven’t yet met her there’s more than enough opportunities to, Rose taking a timeout on the roof for an ecig before going back down to watch some of the arena playing the concerned girlfriend for anyone whose watching whenever Clara appears.
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She sits obediently, though she hates thst , too. Her first instinct is to rally against it, to do the opposite. She hates being ordered about. But sit she does, looking at the floor.
"What do you want to know of Paris? All of it?"
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"All of it is preferable," she says, never breaking her gaze from Eponine. "But we can start with whatever you're more comfortable with. We have time and they'll be other sessions." After all, she's not so cruel as to force the girl to spill all her past in one go.
Warnings for child abuse, sexual abuse, prostitution
"I weren't from Paris . We lived in Montfermiel. Pa had an inn. He were a crook, though. We stole from everyone. It were good though. He liked me best. But after that man took Cosette away, we lost the inn and Pa took us to Paris . I remember that. Such a long walk, and so hot, for I remember the dresses I were wearing. Four or five, Miss , so as not to carry 'em. And we had to sleep outside - it were the first time. And didn 't me and 'Zelma howl? Pa whacked us then and set 'er off the more. It shut me up, though. And then in Paris?"
Eponine shrugs. If you listened just to her voice, she sounds emotionally detatched from everything. But it's her way of not crying.
"In Paris, the same . Nowhere to go. No money. And then Pa fell in with Patron Minette and so. He has me thieving at first, and it is okay. We make some money, find a room. But Pa spends on tobacco. No food and Gavroche howls and Pa throws him out. He hits us more, and Ma won't see. I used to do anything he liked to avoid the buckle. It cut your bottom and blood, and he makes you sit on the floor after to make it hurt. But it were okay. And Montparnasse said he loved me. Such a beautiful boy, and alright off as well. He were older than me, and his own rooms and a bath. I were to use it... He loved me, but a temper. He hit or scratched when I am bad. And on and on, until Pa begins writing letters to men and sending me."
Eponine stops talking. She 's quite pale beneath the dirt. "I didn't know it." She says, fretfully. "When he told me - and ten Francs. I sold it for ten Francs. That were the most I ever got, for what good is a girl without a maidenhead? I were so sore and all, and blood, and 'Parnasse had the bath to wash it - and the Seine were so cold. But now he wants me too, and he had me lay with him. He liked that, me scared a bit, or embarrassed. He used to have me dress up in the clothes he took from them he murdered and laugh at a whore in ladies ' gowns. And his knife. So often held to me. He liked it, but no. I were half afraid he should slit my throat. But no. He used to pull my hair in his fist to make me look to the right place, and go to where he likes, and he 'd tell Pa if I spoke back - well, you know me-"
She laughs uneasily. "So off is the belt, or his friends show him to keep me good. And so for Azelma, but a stupid child. I do as much as her letters as I can, and say its my fault when its wrong so Pa don't beat her, because she howls like anything and keeps us awake until Pa throws her out and she howls in the street. I don 't cry. Not no more. And on and on - I don't know years, for noFather Christmas. And then Pa drinks the money and we are thrown out and winter under a bridge. You wake up to strangers pressed on you and you don 't care for the warmth. I hate it though so I go to the Seine, and I think to go in. But it 's so cold. If they pull me alive, it'll be worse. And so..."
She trails off. Should she keep going? But she 's exhausted, and despite her best efforts, she's crying, and crying hard. It's horrible to think she lived that, now she can see it clearly, now she knows how bad her life was.
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"You can stop, if you wish," her voice is still as calm as before, her fury, her pity both buried. Fury will not help this girl, Rose is no time player and even if she was there are some things that cannot be erased. Nor will Eponine want her pity, but still Rose shifts slightly, holding out a handkerchief to the girl, her expression a neutral mask.
"Your life was hard," she continues, blinking slowly. "And much of what you have suffered through is not your fault. The blame lies in the hands of those who should have taken care of you, of those who used you and your kinder heart, and in some cases, society as a hole. And that is not an easy thing to recover from, and it won't ever be. But Eponine." She pauses, brow raised and she holds her words till she meets her eyes. "Those things were not your fault, and don't let your mind convince you otherwise."
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"But I want to be better. I will get better, you know? I know it ain't for me... but it is inside, you know? I don't know how to be good. I have never been good. And it didn't matter in Paris, for perhaps I was as good as any other devil. But here, everybpdy is good."
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She nods, carefully, her hum soft. "Wanting something is a start. But only that. You need to work towards that goal, each and every day. Getting better isn't easy, and letting things stay the same can be. And resisting that easiness can be a struggle, but it can be worth it." She can't help but snort softly at her assessment, leaning back in her chair. "I wouldn't say every one of us is good. There are plenty flawed people here."
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She sighs. "I will try though. I promise."
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"People are often prone to criticize too," she adds, lifting one finger though to keep Eponine on pause. "And in some cases they are correct. And so you must try and take those opinions on board, try to change the flaws they point out. And that is what I intend to help you with. Instead of letting your rage overwhelm you then and there I want you to try and swallow it, analyse it and talk to me. I'll be your sounding board, to help you sort through the thoughts."