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thecapitol2013-04-06 11:12 pm
makeflowersgrow) wrote in thecapitol2013-04-06 11:12 pm
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Welcome Home?
Who? Eponine and YOU!
What? Eponine has woken up with two rather large surprises and a heavy weight on her chest.
Where? Either District 3 Suite or the Common Room - that is as far as Eponine is going.
When? Some time after she's been restored
WARNINGS - Body modification, talk of death and murder, tears.
When Eponine had awoken back in the Capitol, her mind went straight to what had happened in the arena. She had felt so helpless - no matter how much she had tried to stop herself, she HAD to attack Howard. She HAD to try to kill him. She HAD to. Draco's voice whispering in her head - urging her, making her... She had never hated anybody so much. Even her Papa or Montparnasse hadn't been able to manipulate her in such a manner.
It took Eponine a few minutes before she noticed the other changes to her body; the tang of blood in her mouth from where she chewed on her bottom lip with her re-sharpened teeth, the scratch on her wrist with her claws. She looked down at her wrist - and instead, her eyes became fixed on the thin hospital gown that covered her. Where it usually lay quite flat on her chest, now it simply bulged. Eponine sat up quickly, gingerly touching her breasts. HER breasts?
They were huge. Monsters on Eponine's skinny, starving body. She touched them gingerly, before pulling off her gown to examine them. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in horror. What had Valeria done?
She spent the next two days hiding in her bedroom. How could she face anybody? They'd stare at her chest; Valeria had always wanted it to be her best asset, the thing that caught people's eyes... well, she had certainly succeeded. Eponine though, was mortified. She didn't do well at the centre of attention.
After a couple of days though, she had to get out. She wasn't sleeping. Nightmares of the arena, of Draco's voice, it was haunting her, sending her crazy. Was HOward even still alive? She had no idea. Eponine hoped that she hadn't killed her only friend. Because that was it. They surely couldn't be friends any more. Draco had stolen that from her. She HATED that man. She was scared that she'd hear Draco again, mingling in with the other monsters she sometimes saw when she was hungry. She was scared that voice would make her do things she couldn't refuse to do again.
Dressed in the baggiest t-shirt she could find, in vain effort to hide the size of her chest, Eponine made her way down to the common room, hoping to bump into somebody - anybody she could sit with for a while.
What? Eponine has woken up with two rather large surprises and a heavy weight on her chest.
Where? Either District 3 Suite or the Common Room - that is as far as Eponine is going.
When? Some time after she's been restored
WARNINGS - Body modification, talk of death and murder, tears.
When Eponine had awoken back in the Capitol, her mind went straight to what had happened in the arena. She had felt so helpless - no matter how much she had tried to stop herself, she HAD to attack Howard. She HAD to try to kill him. She HAD to. Draco's voice whispering in her head - urging her, making her... She had never hated anybody so much. Even her Papa or Montparnasse hadn't been able to manipulate her in such a manner.
It took Eponine a few minutes before she noticed the other changes to her body; the tang of blood in her mouth from where she chewed on her bottom lip with her re-sharpened teeth, the scratch on her wrist with her claws. She looked down at her wrist - and instead, her eyes became fixed on the thin hospital gown that covered her. Where it usually lay quite flat on her chest, now it simply bulged. Eponine sat up quickly, gingerly touching her breasts. HER breasts?
They were huge. Monsters on Eponine's skinny, starving body. She touched them gingerly, before pulling off her gown to examine them. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in horror. What had Valeria done?
She spent the next two days hiding in her bedroom. How could she face anybody? They'd stare at her chest; Valeria had always wanted it to be her best asset, the thing that caught people's eyes... well, she had certainly succeeded. Eponine though, was mortified. She didn't do well at the centre of attention.
After a couple of days though, she had to get out. She wasn't sleeping. Nightmares of the arena, of Draco's voice, it was haunting her, sending her crazy. Was HOward even still alive? She had no idea. Eponine hoped that she hadn't killed her only friend. Because that was it. They surely couldn't be friends any more. Draco had stolen that from her. She HATED that man. She was scared that she'd hear Draco again, mingling in with the other monsters she sometimes saw when she was hungry. She was scared that voice would make her do things she couldn't refuse to do again.
Dressed in the baggiest t-shirt she could find, in vain effort to hide the size of her chest, Eponine made her way down to the common room, hoping to bump into somebody - anybody she could sit with for a while.