thecapitol | This is my patch

Who| Gavroce and whoever
What| Arrival and exploring
Where| training area
When| Day of his arrival
Warnings/Notes| N/A yet

He was taken out of the room after the test - he thinks it was a test but he's not really all that sure. He followed behind the talll, imposing people, keepin' his mouth shut as they directed him into that box thing they'd lead him into before. He didn't like the boc thing, it moved strangely and made his stomach feel all funny, and it did enough of that anyway.

He was given a room though, and as he held the card he couldn't help but eye them up. No one just gave someone a room. There had to be a catch, there was alwayus a catch. What did he have to give them in return for the room? He poked a dirty finger on the clean sheets covering the bed, surprised at the softness he felt there. He was left alone, standing in the middle of the room, looking around as if he'd never seen anything like it before.

"Well, enough o' tthis," he muttered to himself, pocketing the card and making his way out of the room, and out of the building. Time to get to know this new city; maybe he could find a way home to Paris.

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"Well, you'll be dressed up as a proper gent. They scrub you 'ere, whether you want it or not."

Now she grinned. "If you think I look a lady now, though, you should have seen me last night. I had a real ball gown with magic lights on it!"

It faded, though, as he described his assessment. "They gave you a four? Well... it is more than they gave me. Gavroche, you understand what is happening, where you are, no?"

"Aen't gonna be no gent. H'im a comrade of equality I am," Gavroche tugged on his jacket, making sure his rosette - dirtied as it was - was shown off as proudly as he could manage. He listened to his sister's description of her outfit the night before, and he couldn't help but snort. "Aen't a kid, 'Ponine, I know there aen't no such thing as magic lights."

He gave a shrug. "Aen't got a clue, am just here."

"Well, not here you're not. They dress you up in whatever they want. I think Valeria burned my clothes from Paris...I bet your stylist will do the same, Gavroche. And it DID have lights on - it is called 'electricity' here. It is like fire, but not. It doesn't burn and doesn't flicker. It's like magic."

But at Gavroche's words, Eponine bends down, clutching his shoulders, and looks her brother straight in the eyes.

"Now you listen to me because I ain't joking. We are going to be put in a strange place, and the other people are going to try to kill us and each other. You hear me? Gavroche, you're going to die, and people who live here will watch us and bring us back to life."

Gavroche gives a noise of dismissial. As if anyone was really going to dress him up. And what was a Valeria when it was at home anyway. Did coming here lead to people speaking all kinds of nonsense? Was that what was happening to Eponine? Had this place made her a bit touched in the head?

"..." His mouth opens at her long explanation. Watch them die and bring them back? He can't understand it. He wriggles out of his grasp, turning on his heel to run.

"Gavroche!" Eponine shouts after him, and then begins to run after her brother. "Gavroche! Stop! Why are you running? Papa is not here!"

"Aen't running from Papa!" He stops, and turns to look at his sister, anger on his face. "Who watch people die fer entertainment? Nah, yer touched in the head, 'Ponine."

"Well, 'Parnasse for one. Claquesous, Babet... Papa.. Gavroche, you know lots of people who do. Maybe I am mad. I don't know... but that is what they do, Gav, whether you like it or not."

She had a point, that was what was irritating him most. The types of people he knew would watch someone die as entertain. But... "Ye can't bring back the dead! Don't even go to Church an' c'n tell ye that."

"These people CAN, Gav. They have magic. And you need to be CAREFUL, okay? More so than Paris. We are not in charge here, Gavroche."

She doesn't know how to stress the importance of just behaving to her little brother. She doesn't want him to end up in trouble.

"I've heard stories. They cut out your tongue and make you a servant if you are bad."

And for the first time in a long while, Gavroche feels what he thinks might be the dtart of fear. He looks up at his elder sister. She wouldn't lie to him about something this important, would she? What would be the point of it all?

"...Why we 'ere?"

She shrugs, apparently unmoved by the horror surrounding her.

"Don't know. To die, over and over. And be dressed up all pretty in the mean time."

She's saying nothing about the sexual harassment that many have experienced.

"You need to be careful, okay? No saying you're the mayor and whatnot. You listenin'? I don't want to be watchin' you 'aving your tongue out."

Not sure what to say, Gavroche just nods. He can feel his tongue inside his mouth, and briefly wonders what it would be like to not feel like there, but a shudder down his spine stops that thought quick.

Eponine's eyes open just a fraction more. Is Gavroche SCARED? She'd never seen him scared before. She clutches at his arms.

"Gavroche? You're going to be okay though. You know you are. You just can't go shouting about being boss, okay?"

"I get it, 'Ponine," is all he says. "Got someone who wants ter meet ya"

"Who wants to meet me?"

Is she in trouble? Oh my - 2 seconds he'd been here and he was already getting her in trouble.

"Friend o'mine. Pretty Face," Gavroche grins. "Need ta introduce yer. Didn't even know I had a sister he didn't."

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