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WHO: Eponine and YOU
WHAT: Eponine has returned to the Capitol - or, at least, to the general population.
WHERE: Common room of the Tribute Tower
WHEN: Right now!!
WARNINGS: A very, very subdued Eponine - she's thinking about her execution and revival and the Capitol's dire warnings. Though, she's under strict orders not to utter a peep about the whole nasty business

&l ; Eponine was back. She had been released just before dawn, well away from the Tribute centre, and she trudged homewards, dragging her feet. One of her shoes flapped. They were so thoughtful. They had ensured that every detail was perfect, that her story of trying to run would be believed. Her shoes were covered in mud, and one was ripped, and flapped at her ankle now. Her dress - the same dress she had had on a month ago - was dirty too, and tatty. They had even made sure that she had dirty skin and bits of twigs in her greasy hair. She even wore the tacky jewellery that Howard had given her.

They had found her before she had even got to the border. They had approached her, trapped and executed her. She remembered it vividly. She had been so scared, all alone. She was tired of being brave. And then the world had faded - except - except, no. They had brought her back.

She hitched her jumper higher over her chest; it was cold in the morning air .
Once in the Tribute centre, she collapsed in the nearest chair. Her legs were drawn up to her chest, and her arms wrapped around them firmly. She moved only when an Avox appeared and handed her a mug of hot chocolate. She was back. Back and trapped and forced to compete like she meant it.

At least the hot chocolate tasted good.

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He bets it did. He can remember when time felt that way for him. "Yeah, that's all."

"I thought, perhaps, I'd miss..."

The Arena. She'd hoped for a reprive. But no. No, she hadn't missed it at all. She smiled ruefully.

"I wonder how it'll happen this time. I hope it is quick - Monsieur Wesker was good for that. I wish he had not won."

The elevator dings as it reaches their floor. "I'll do what I can to make sure it's quick if it comes to that, Eponine." It's a promise. He hates how death get drug out for enough of them. "Ya will win eventually."

She laughs again. "WHEN it comes, Monsieur. I will hold you to that."

She shrugs. "I do not mind losing. It is how it has to be. I just want Howard to win. You know him, yes? He cannot keep going. He is a foolish boy - but I do not care. I want him to win. Will you help me?"

"Of course." He smiles.

"I'll see what I can do. At least I can try to keep an eye out for 'im." He leads her to the kitchen and starts rummaging through the refrigerator.

FOOD!!! It feels so long since she has had any food at all - she could eat nearly the entire fridge, she supposes. But food, proper cooking, now that is good.

"May I help, Sir? You must show me - I have never had a go at cooking before, not since I was a child and we made the food for the inn."

That disgusting slop they fed to patrons, cats tails and rats and dead horses and sawdust. Disgusting. And the smell had been foul. Eponine was fairly certain that it didn't count as real cooking.

"Of course." This will be the first time he's actually taught someone to cook starting with the very basics. It shouldn't be any harder than teaching someone to fight, though. He pulls out some vegetables and a couple knives. He hands her one. "Ya hold it like this," he instructs, demonstrating each step.