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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Her own fingers tightened in her skirts for a lack of handkerchief to wring or her cross to hold.
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Eponine stepped down a step, away from Cosette. Turning, she sat down on the step, facing away from her countrywoman.
"And anyway, it is better than Paris here. Although, with all your fine things, you will perhaps think it is worse."
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She took a few hesitant steps down and sat on the step just below Eponine, on the other side, with her torso twisted to look at her easier. "I find it worse than Paris simply because what we are asked to do, not for the living conditions in between."
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"For me, it is better than Paris, even if they have made me a murderer now as well. At least, it was..."
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She reached down, sitting with her legs splayed as she picked her toe nails. She was doing her best to offend Cosette in her actions - but the little burn of pain she felt as she peeled nail from toe reminded her that she wasn't dreaming, that she was real and that she could feel - something.
"But there are food and clothes here. If you do not mind being told what to wear - though it seems-"
She twisted, looking sourly at Cosette's gown, "It seems you get your way even in this."
It isn 't fair.
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And until she was shown consequences, she would continue to defy their rules like a petulant child if she must. "No doubt the moment I return I will be scolded. I am sorry that my existence causes you so much trouble... I will stay out of your way if that's what you'd rather."
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Eponine spoke quickly, a flash of an idea in her mind.
"They will beat you hard if you do not do as they say. You must expect that when you go back now. You will not forget it, I promise you that."
Did Eponine want Cosette away? Yes - to dull her own ache, her upset at seeing the girl. But it was Eponine's jealousy that fuelled her and in a strange way, she needed to be around Cosette, to see her dresses, to watch her with Marius. So she said nothing to Cosette's propositions.