Ain't Like We Grew Up Together or Nutin'

[petitgamin]

Who| Gavroche and Eponine; otherwise OPEN
What| The Siblings find each other again after their experiences in the Arena.
Where| The park
When| Now ish? Except during the day
Warnings/Notes| Erm, none so far,

He had finally gotten out of that bloody suit, though the other clothes they had out for him weren't much better. Honestly, aen't no one wear any decent fings in this place? His trousers stopped at his knees, his shirt had no collar an' short sleeves, an' his shoes were all fabric and had sticky things that made a ripping noise to hold them shut. To be fair, he had had fun seeing if he could annoy people with the noise, but it had gotten boring and now he was out for a wander, wondering what it was he would find in the Capitol. He hadn't had much of a chance to explore, last time, but this time he was going to make a map of the place in his head.

Just in case.

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[makeflowersgrow]

Eponine hadn't been outside for days, not since she had been caught at the party trying to rob the boat with Howard. She hadn't been scared, not at all. But she was sensible; it was better to keep a low profile, than to flaunt herself. To that end, she had spent most of her time either attempting to train in the centre or hiding in the basement beneath it.

But today, the sunlight had lured her, and she found herself wandering through the Capitol towards the park. It was strange, this aimless wandering. But, lost in thought - thought of Howard, of Marius back at home - she walked straight into Gavroche.

"I am sorry, Monsi-"

She stopped short when she realised who she had banged into.

"Gavroche! You are still here!"

[petitgamin]

"'Ponine!" Gavrche rubbed himself wityh an irritated look up at his elder sister. "You need to be watching where you going. Can't be running into a bloke all completely suddenly like that." He frowned, head tilted, and looked at her. "Here, 'Ponine, you look different..."

[makeflowersgrow]

"There's nothing different, Gavroche."

Eponine crosses her arms across herself, self consciously. She had almost kidded herself that nothing had changed, but... Her tone with her little brother is sharp. She doesn't want any more pestering.

"Anyway, I didn't mean to bang you. I was thinking. You should have moved."

[petitgamin]

"Aen't seeing you, were I?" Gavroche rolled his eyes. "Mindin me own business, just talkin' in the sights an' some big lump comes and knocks me over. He deliberately brushes himself off, like she had caused him some great offense.

He looks at her again, eyes narrowing, before growing wide. "Here, why's your chest all big?"

[makeflowersgrow]

"STOP IT, GAVROCHE."

Already, she's walking away. She is NOT going to have that conversation. It's something that she just CANNOT deal with. Better not to acknowledge it at all.

[petitgamin]

"It weren't always that big," Gavroche continues, moving to jog to keep up with his sister without really thinking about it. "How comes it's big now? Did you have a growth... thing?" He had heard one of the students at the ABC cafe talking about growth whatever-they-were-called and it seemed only reasonable to Gavroche that this was what had happened to his sister.

[makeflowersgrow]

She stops short and turns on her brother.

"If you do not be quiet RIGHT NOW, Gavroche, I... I will not look out for you again."

Her face is of thunder; she is SO angry with her little brother. Why will he not leave her alone?

[petitgamin]

Gavroche looks up at her, perfectly serious. "What you on about, 'Ponine. We look out for ourselves." He shoved his hands into the pockets of the short trousers, noting idly that his clean shoes are happily scuffed, and looked away. "Was only asking a question."

[makeflowersgrow]

"Doesn't mean I didn't try to find you a sponsor."

She admits it grumpily. "I thought you'd be cross with me when I died, so I thought... But then..."

Then they had changed her, the Capitol.

"They did it. Valeria or someone. I do not know, Gav... I just woke up and - "

She shrugs. Eponine is clearly upset about it. "Now, not another word, brother."

[petitgamin]

"Weren't angry at you," Gavroche said, with a shrug of his shoulders. "Were angry at the person wot done it to you." Then, with a confused looked. "What's a Sponsor then?"

He opened his mouth to say something else, but then he saw the look on her face, and closed it.

[makeflowersgrow]

"Don't be. He's gone now, M'sieur Draco. He magicked me to eat Howard... I was glad to die, truly, Gavroche."

This is a much better turn of conversation.

"They're the people who live here. They keep you alive in the arena and send you food. But you have to make them like you... I am not very good at that."

[petitgamin]

"He made you eat another person?" Gavroche doesn't get it. "How could he? Magik aen't real. All the preachers say so." If magicc existed Gavroche would be able to help more of his kids back in Paris, he reckons.

He considers this. "Would that be why they stuck me in a 'orrible suit meant to look like some sort of animal?"

[makeflowersgrow]

"It is here. He came upon me, and tied me up with his magic, and then he said a word and all I could hear was his voice telling me such things, and always would I say no - but I had to do it. My body just did it. He did not like me or Howard, M'sieur Draco - and he thought he would hurt me by making me kill my... my friend. And then M'sieur was going to kill me."

She shrugs. She didn't understand either. "Since when did you listen to them preachers anyway? They ain't for the likes of us."

At his question she shrugs again. "They like to dress us here; they dress me always in magic lights - in my dresses and my hair, always. It is nice to have new clothes though."

[petitgamin]

Gavroche listens, his face darkening at each word his sister says about her experience. He really isn't one for the violence, there's always another way, but if he ever met this M'seiur Draco in the Arena then he was sure he'd have no qualms about letting some justice out on him.

"Don't exactly listen to them," Gavroche admits, "but hear fins here an' there." He had gotten good at listening. Picking up the right thing could get the right price from the right person.

"They cut me hair," he sulks. "And took away me rosette!"