Euphrasie 'Cosette' Fauchelevant (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thecapitol2013-09-10 06:26 pm
alonelikeme) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-10 06:26 pm
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Still like a child lost in the wood
Who| Cosette and YOU
What| Cosette just arrived and is just kind of... wandering and exploring.
Where| Pretty much anywhere.
When| Just after arriving!
Warnings/Notes| None, but will be updated as things come up.
Cosette wasn't sure how to take any of this, to be perfectly honest. She'd blame it on being all a very detailed dream, but even she didn't believe her imagination to come up with such strange things. She felt lost and alone, two things she hadn't imagined capable after so long a time with her father and in his care. She had not been entirely pleased with him, mind you, after his insistence that they leave for their safety... But that hardly mattered now. She did leave. Without him, it would seem... and not for somewhere safer, but somewhere far more dangerous. She was expected to fight. To die.
She made her way from the 8th floor in a kind of a haze, not entirely sure of where she was going or what she was doing. All she knew was that she didn't particularly feel like being cooped up in yet another room. She'd had plenty of that in her life as it was. Still, idly she thought of Marius and what he may be doing currently, unaware that she had not left for London, but for another place entirely. Of her father, who must be stricken with grief and worry. She thought of the square card they'd given her and explained it as a "credit card", of the map of the city, of the communication device that she had no idea how to use... But perhaps she should give it a try.
Once she found her bearings... Once she broke from her trance and accepted this for what it was, or at least until she found a way to anchor herself to the reality of this place. It wouldn't do to withdraw and submit to what they wanted of her... The strong would survive and the weak perish.
What| Cosette just arrived and is just kind of... wandering and exploring.
Where| Pretty much anywhere.
When| Just after arriving!
Warnings/Notes| None, but will be updated as things come up.
Cosette wasn't sure how to take any of this, to be perfectly honest. She'd blame it on being all a very detailed dream, but even she didn't believe her imagination to come up with such strange things. She felt lost and alone, two things she hadn't imagined capable after so long a time with her father and in his care. She had not been entirely pleased with him, mind you, after his insistence that they leave for their safety... But that hardly mattered now. She did leave. Without him, it would seem... and not for somewhere safer, but somewhere far more dangerous. She was expected to fight. To die.
She made her way from the 8th floor in a kind of a haze, not entirely sure of where she was going or what she was doing. All she knew was that she didn't particularly feel like being cooped up in yet another room. She'd had plenty of that in her life as it was. Still, idly she thought of Marius and what he may be doing currently, unaware that she had not left for London, but for another place entirely. Of her father, who must be stricken with grief and worry. She thought of the square card they'd given her and explained it as a "credit card", of the map of the city, of the communication device that she had no idea how to use... But perhaps she should give it a try.
Once she found her bearings... Once she broke from her trance and accepted this for what it was, or at least until she found a way to anchor herself to the reality of this place. It wouldn't do to withdraw and submit to what they wanted of her... The strong would survive and the weak perish.
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The best answer, really. It had been over a year, several lifetimes, perhaps. But that was the best answer.
"Its best you expect to be here as well, as long as they think you worth it."
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Cosette wasn't entirely sure she liked this answer, but she did ask. Pressing her lips together, she nodded and smiled sadly. "I suppose it is a blessing and a curse? In some ways..."
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At this, he turned away from her, eyes piercing into the wall.
"Dying repeatedly, but brought back to life in a new body, with the understanding that you can never go home. Even as you are given effective immortality, and eternal fame and adulation from people who don't care what you once were or who you might have been. This in exchange for killing people in a similar position to yours, in more and more outrageous ways. For laying your weaknesses bare, for all the world to see, so that the crowd may be entertained by your failures just as much as your successes. And one day, maybe, you'll come to accept it and embrace it as it is all you have left. And you let them do it to you, or else they will destroy you."
His voice was low.
"Which would you choose it to be? A blessing, or a curse? It can't be both."