Jailbird

[gardienne]

Who: Eponine and open
What: Eponine has been arrested for speaking out about the Capitol, and is enduring a couple of weeks in solitary confinement in the prison. Luckily for her, they still allow visitors. However, all visitations will be CLOSELY monitored by Peacekeepers, so best behaviour please.
When Anytime you fancy for the next two weeks
Where: Eponine's cell in the prison or the Visitor centre.
Warnings: As always, feel free to add your own. Eps comes with the possibility of mild swearing and attempts at spitting - not that it's going anywhere: a forcefield separates her from you! Also, mentions of death.

Scenario One - for Peacekeepers/officials who might have the joy of visiting her cell.

She hadn't been particularly surprised when she had been taken into custody. She had fully expected that she was going to be arrested after that stupid meeting. She had expected that a cloth bag would fall over her head, that she'd be dragged out, forced to kneel, feel the mouth of the gun on her head and -

But no. She had been dragged out, yes, and bundled into a van, before being shoved into a cell without further ceremony. For a while, she had stood and shouted through the heavy, opaque door, demanding to know how long she was being held for, demanding to be let go, but when it became obvious that nobody was going to answer, she stopped.

She looked around her cell. It was completely white: smooth, white walls, white floor, white ceiling. Even a white light illuminating the cell. Her bed was smooth concrete, laid over with a white mattress: the toilet, hidden behind a low wall, again was white. Even the door. Nothing to look at.

Eponine sat down in the middle of the floor, her knees against her chest, and her arms wrapped tightly about. She made sure that the hood on her hoodie was well pulled up, and she buried her face in her knees.

Without much indication of time, she slept when she was tired, and when she woke, she returned to the same place on the floor, occasionally looking up at the door, willing it to open and for her imprisonment to be over.

Scenario 2 - for those who wouldn't have the pleasure of a cell-side visit.

She was marched through corridors that twist and turn and yet all look completely identical. There was no way to tell them apart, no time to look closely for tell tale markers for the Peacekeepers moved her at a quick pace.

They took her to a visiting room, sat her down in a chair, and enabled the forcefield around her. This way, her visitors could see her, and she them, but there was no chance of contact. She didn't like it much, and she wasn't particularly eager to see anybody, not in here. But it was a change at least, from the oppressive whiteness of her cell.

The peacekeepers flanked Eponine, guns drawn, and restraints clearly visible. She knew that they wouldn't hesitate to use them, either on her nor anybody else. She hoped, desperately, that nothing would go wrong this time. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the back of the seat, waiting resignedly for her visitors to come. And she knew that the Peacekeepers had their ears open, listening to hear any sniffs of anti-Capitol thoughts. She hoped nobody would be as silly as she.

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[silberfuchs]

There's the buzz of another forcefield flickering off to allow passage down the corridor, and a moment later Albert folds himself into the chair across from Eponine. His expression is stoic, bordering on stone-faced, but he does not scold her. In fact, he doesn't say much of anything at first, simply looking at her as one would an unruly child. And that's what she is, isn't it? An unruly child that no one has educated properly, no one has taught to mind herself. Eponine is clever, Albert knows she's clever somewhere in there, but as addled as she is he's not certain he'll be able to get through to her even now.

Seconds pass. Minutes of silence, until finally Albert breaks them with a single word.

"Why?"

[gardienne]

"They've taken everything." Eponine barely glances at Albert, sure that he's frowning at her. And as selfish or as unreasonable as it is, Eponine is sick of frowns and being told off, or told 'no'. And she just hasn't got it in her to fight back.

"I thought the brand, at least. Just so I looked like Eva. And they did it to begin with. I didn't think they'd care. But nobody listens until I say something silly. And I just had to make them listen. Just once. I am so tired of being ignored. I didn't mean this, though."

[silberfuchs]

"It isn't just once, Eponine." He lets his words fall heavy, trying to get past whatever thick barrier in her mind that has been keeping them out. "Every time you've opened your mouth to a Capitolite in the last six months it has ended poorly for you or others around you. You are not careful of your tongue and you are very, very lucky that this time they haven't cut it out."

A long breath and Albert leans forward, elbows on his knees and hands threaded before him with his blank white eyes locked to the French girl's. "Eva was a traitor. I know she was kind to you, but people can be many things and for whatever reason, Eva was a traitor to the Capitol. Asking to be associated with her memory is asking to be a traitor as well. Do you understand?"

He will focus on each point until it's drilled into her, until she knows exactly what she's doing, because right now she clearly has no idea.

[gardienne]

"I know. But they never listen. And I weren't thinking - I didn't mean to say anything such as this. It just came."

She sits back in her chair, and draws her legs up, clasping her arms about her. "I didn't mean nothing like this. Only - Albert, you must understand. I miss my Mama so much. I know she were a traitor. But I don't want it to be a traitor. She were so like me. So much so - and I want to be as strong as her - not to fight -" She glances apprehensively again at the Peacekeepers, who shift and bristle ever so slightly. "Not to rebel. Just - sometimes, I fear I am going mad. I want to be like her to get through these arenas."

[silberfuchs]

"There can't be any "but"s, Eponine. I understand that you miss her, and I understand that the Arenas are terrible - I go through them too - but you can't afford to forget who is in charge. You can't let your words just come, you have to control yourself or it won't only be you who suffers."

There's little sympathy in his tones even if it's there in his words. It's time for her to grow up.

"Everyone loses their parents eventually. You are not alone in this, and so stop acting as if you are and think of others for a change."

[revvinguptheharley]

When Harley came to visit Eponine she was in her full "Dr. Quinnzel" costume. Complete with thick rimmed glasses, a doctors jacket and her hair in a bun.

She sat very straight in her chair like a properly lady should and smoothed down her skirt till Eponine arrived. She smiled and for a moment behind that soft subdued smirk there was a flash of giddy delight in her eyes betraying her true nature.

"You must have known this was going to happen eventually."

[gardienne]

"How would I know?" Eponine muttered angrily. "I don't make up the rules." It wasn't fair, was it? That evennow, she was still being laughed at. "I didn't mean for this to happen, and it is not nice for you to laugh. I don't laugh at how ridiculous you look. ."

[revvinguptheharley]

"You're lucky that this is all that's happening to you." Harley muttered choosing with surprising restraint to ignore Eponine's shot at how she was dressed...at least she tried to.

"I don't see how it's ridiculous to dress in a more professional manner but then again I'm not the one who upset someone so important and powerful."

The unsaid words here were "And dangerous" but that was implied.

"I'd like to know your side of the story. What happened?" She offered clearing her throat to try and reestablish her calm and comforting demeanor..

[gardienne]

"And what good will it do? Will you save my life?" Eponine asked crossly. Ooh, if only she could get up, she would leave now. But she was, for all intents and purposes, locked into the chair, unable to escape. She glanced at the Peacekeeper on her left. He didn't look at her.

"Fine." She gave in, because there was little else she could do. "I asked Jennifer to have a meeting with me - there were things I needed to ask her, and she laughed and ignored me, so I - I said that I would do something to her, unless she did, and then that Buddy, the Peacekeeper, Mr. Glass, he tried to make me apologise and I say no, and then that horrible Calendius and that disgusting Jennifer tell me where to go."

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley was already finding her patience tested by Eponine's attitude, but a bit of empathy reminded her that not too long ago she was the one in this situation...only worse.

"Well they should have expected you to say something like that. You're known for being...passionate." She chose her words carefully because "Hot headed and stupid" would probably not earn her further cooperation.

"I'm just gonna take a stab in the dark here and say that you hate being laughed at more then anything else in the world huh? Or is there something even worse then being laughed at?"

[yourmove]

The door eventually slides open, Alex Murphy stepping in with a tray of food, calculated for Eponine's caloric needs, in one hand and a small carton in the other, bearing the stamp of the Tribute Tower.

He doesn't look at Eponine with sympathy or disdain or annoyance - nothing but a polite neutrality that's still unforgiving in its own right. The door hisses behind him as he comes to a noisy stop in front of Eponine, curled up and hugging her bony knees to her chest.

"Your daily intake," Alex says, bending down slightly - exactly at where his hip used to be - to hold out the tray of food. "It's suggested you eat, because you won't receive another ration until tomorrow."

[gardienne]

She made no move to take the tray .

"Is it poisoned?" She knew better than to just eat prison food without finding out what it was .

"Well, I am not hungry, if it's all the same. I don't want nothing but to be let from this room. Will you do that, so-kind Sir ?"

[yourmove]

Alex's head tilts. "Of course it isn't poisoned. If you were slated for execution, you would be be shot, not poisoned."

He thought it would be self-evident. His hand remains extended with the tray of food, white just like the walls and the bed, no wobble in his wrist.

"I'm not permitted to release you. Please eat, Ms. Thenardier."

[gardienne]

"I know how your execution works." She replied coldly. She remembered all too well the sensation of being forced to her knees, of knowing she was about to die.
But at least this time, she wasn't going to die. And they were feeding her. It wasn't so bad. She put the tray down so she had something later, to break up the monotony.

"My name is Salazar. Eva says I am her daughter and to use her name . Not Thenardier: Salazar, if you please."

[yourmove]

Alex debates correcting Eponine, that "said" is a more appropriate term considering her traitorous, surrogate mother figure is dead, but decides to put that as low priority for now. The important thing is making sure Eponine's nutritional intake is delivered, as well as the bundle of letters and odds and ends from the Tribute Tower, all screened to make sure she can't use them as weapons.

"Of course, Ms. Salazar," Alex goes to the next order of business, his hand swiveling back to his side as he extends the small container to her. "This seems to be fan mail. Do you wish to reply to them? I can transcribe them for you."

[keep_surviving]

Diana's smiling when she comes in. In fact she look positively giddy. It's kind of jarring.

Okay, it's really jarring.

Holding a bundle of grey fur in her hands that could be her gloves, she doesn't even wait to sit down before exclaiming. "It's Christmas, Eppy!"

To add to the strangeness, she holds up the 'gloves' which turns out of be baffled looking kitten. "Look what Zula got me!"

Scratching the little things head, she sits down. "Oh, and your present are back in your room. What with you rudely getting yourself sent here so I can't give them to you in person."

Who is this person and what did they do with Diana?

[gardienne]

Eponine didn't smile. She did reach out, longingly, to stroke the kitten though, but quickly brought her hands back to her sides when she was shocked from the forcefield.

"I always wanted a cat." She said jealously. "Why are you here, Diana ? Why are you happy?"

[keep_surviving]

"Because it's Christmas, duh." Diana responds as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"You should see it outside Eppy, it's so great. The Capitol do Christmas big. It's bright and gaudy and I love it." There's a genuine shine in her smile.

Her eyes roll. "I ain't getting you a cat. I don't even remember the last time I saw your dog so there's no way your getting another animal."

[gardienne]

"I gave it Jessica." But Jessica shan 't be keeping Bisoux. Not now. The minute she gets out of here, she's taking the dog.

She listens jealously to Diana prattle on. "Well, in here, nothing. No Christmas this year. I don't care, though. I never had one inParis, neither." She misses it from last year, though.

" why really are you here? Why are you happy?"

[keep_surviving]

Diana looks amused at that. "I don't think you should be in charge of a life, Eppy."

"Well, that sucks for you." She shrugs. "But, like I said, your presents are in your room so you'll just have a Christmas when you get out whether you like it or not."

The teen arches an eyebrow. "I came to see you and as for the second question, I already answered. Does prison make you go deaf?"

Before The Announcement, After Courfeyrac's Games Post

[medecin]

Truth be told, Joly felt badly that Eponine had sort of...slipped through the cracks and they had not actually spoken in a long time. For all that he was sure the girl was mad, she was still from home, and he did feel badly she'd been left alone. If Marius's disappearance was linked to Eponine, he thought that he might have prevented it if he had been her friend, or provided some support. This whole place made everything worse for everyone, amplified madnesses and well. Preventing it might have been better.

As it was just now, Joly had to focus on other things than his guilt, he reminded himself, as he was marched along to the visiting area and Eponine was brought to him, Licking his lips, which had suddenly gone dry, along with his throat, he debated what to say, hating the fact that they had an audience, which would make this that much the harder. He could not accuse the capitol of taking Marius away or harming him in front of guards. Time to re-evaluate his thoughts, he realized, his heart beating faster in his chest as he looked at the poor girl, who looked so much younger and more vulnerable than he had seen her before.

"Miss Eponine." He greeted her, not even bothering to try the French anymore, since that would never work and he wondered if they might punish him for trying.

"I am sorry to see you in these straits." he said, by way of greeting. "Is there anything that I might do, first of all? I do not think that you are allowed to have anything brought in and I would not dream of getting anyone into more trouble, but I can bring greetings to your friends and things like that if you would let me. And perhaps cheer you a little in the process."

She really was too young, both for this, and for Paris, and Joly realized, even more than ever as he looked at Eponine that he hated this.

Re: Before The Announcement, After Courfeyrac's Games Post

[gardienne]

'Mr. Joly!" She begins to smile, though it doesn't reach her eyes. She's too tired to smile properly.
"You came to see me." She's still grinning as the Peacekeepers push her into the seat and activate the forcefield.
"I wondered if you 'd notice, any of you, but then I thought, "no. No , do not be stupid. Why should they? But I am glad you've come. My temper is my trouble , but it is better here than Les Madelonnettes. Oh , but -"

Her smile fades. "I don 't have no friends. I can't have 'em no more. I shan 't." Not if they're going to die because of her. "But you will look after Felicity , yes? And your Grantaire. So kind he is to me. But no more."

Re: Before The Announcement, After Courfeyrac's Games Post

[medecin]

"And good afternoon, Miss Eponine!"

Joly's resolved to make this a proper visit along with asking after Marius. It's only right that he at least try to cheer her up while she's in here, especially now that he knows what it's like to be the one in the cell, and his was only for a weekend.

"I noticed, yes. Though the news seemed to be a bit quieter than usual." Joly hoped that would not be considered as any sort of a criticism of the Capitol; it was rather hard to tell these days, what with the peacekeepers right there and all. "I have been worried though. I know there is no reason that being punished should be pleasant, but I wished to see with my own eyes that you were not harmed."

And true, it had crossed his mind to worry about the poor mad girl stuck in here and the suffering that she might bring on herself by opening her mouth too much. He had not had the thought since her arrest and until he had been on his way here, mind you, but that was less important now.

"I certainly can do that for you, yes. In fact, I would be pleased to." He understands perfectly what she means about not having friends, and has to agree it is a smart move. If he were someone in as much trouble as Eponine seems to find herself, he might say the same thing. "I was so glad Grantaire arrived, myself. It helps, having people from home about."

The conversation is so stilted, thanks to the peacekeepers there, but Joly's giving her a smile all the same, his brightest.

"Have you been all right, so far, in here? Considering?"

Re: Before The Announcement, After Courfeyrac's Games Post

[gardienne]

"It's well in here. I have my own room, and a bed and a toilet." She shrugs. "It is better than Paris, Nobody comes near me. I am just left alone, alone, to wonder if I am finally going mad. But I am not. I use the time to practice my numbers, counting, counting, counting up to one hundred over and over."

She glances at the Peacekeepers. "They brought me letters - lots of letters from people in the Capitol. Now that were horrible, to read how horrid you are and how much people hate you. That is my punishment - I shall have no support in the arenas. No sponsors. I will be stuck in them forever. I will be sixteen, eighteen, however old I am forever." And it seems to her as if she's been sentenced to hell.

Re: Before The Announcement, After Courfeyrac's Games Post

[medecin]

"They had me watch your arena, the children's one, the last time I was here." Joly might as well bring that up, even with the Peacekeepers here. It might be dangerous to look like he does anything but approve of this, but he can't care at the moment, anyway.

"Better than Paris. That is something." Joly starts, then, as Eponine speaks again, he finds that he's fairly horrified by news of those letters. He's not new to the concept of fans and such, though he doubts he has any. He's seen the Enjolras statue, even wrapped a scarf around its hips once, for 'modesty', and his concept of the public hasn't extended toward being disliked.

His face falls as Eponine mentions that. To his mind, she is ill, not someone to be hated, but someone to be helped. Again, there's that stab of guilt regarding the true nature of his presence here, but he's trying to keep his expression neutral as she speaks.

"That is..." He has to shake his head. "But no, surely along the way, you shall do something that will change their minds. Fashions change here so rapidly, surely, at some point, your particular ah...mode of operations will come into fashion and it can be lifted. It's a matter of giving the audience what they would like to see, isn't it?"