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thecapitol2013-12-01 02:23 pm
saisamour) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-01 02:23 pm
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WHO| Pontmercy pup and Trolljesus
WHAT| A wild night of drunkenness, ladies, and possibly Napoleon
WHERE| The Commons
WHEN| 1st December
WARNINGS| We don't know yet tbh
It is close to the midnight hour and Cosette had long since gone to bed, but after waking in a fit from another terrifying nightmare, Marius concludes that he would rather pass the rest of the evening awake, instead of having another troubled vision of Cosette suffering and dying in his arms, again and again, while he held her there helplessly, unable to do anything to save her.
So he heads to the Commons to idle the time away. It is a routine by now that he enters the room in as an unassuming way as possible, trying his hardest to remain invisible. He keeps to the corners and avoids even the Avoxes, although he does accept a wine glass from one when he sees there's no other escape—and besides, he does not want to appear so rude.
Eventually he settles in one of the luxurious leather sofas close to the edge of the room. He wishes there was a more simple, modest seat, really, but everything in this place seems to be built for glamour, so this will simply have to make do. He reaches out for a few magazines on the coffee table, thinking that perhaps some reading material will make for a good distraction. However, after leafing through several he eventually concludes that the gossip and fashion columns matched with large, colorful photographs are terribly frivolous, and in a random fit of impulsiveness, tosses one of them over his shoulder with a sense of righteous indignation.
Normally that would have been a rather dandy move, but Marius has never been a dandy, or any less clumsy, so the magazine might have been arching towards the direction of a certain troll. Sorry in advance.
WHAT| A wild night of drunkenness, ladies, and possibly Napoleon
WHERE| The Commons
WHEN| 1st December
WARNINGS| We don't know yet tbh
It is close to the midnight hour and Cosette had long since gone to bed, but after waking in a fit from another terrifying nightmare, Marius concludes that he would rather pass the rest of the evening awake, instead of having another troubled vision of Cosette suffering and dying in his arms, again and again, while he held her there helplessly, unable to do anything to save her.
So he heads to the Commons to idle the time away. It is a routine by now that he enters the room in as an unassuming way as possible, trying his hardest to remain invisible. He keeps to the corners and avoids even the Avoxes, although he does accept a wine glass from one when he sees there's no other escape—and besides, he does not want to appear so rude.
Eventually he settles in one of the luxurious leather sofas close to the edge of the room. He wishes there was a more simple, modest seat, really, but everything in this place seems to be built for glamour, so this will simply have to make do. He reaches out for a few magazines on the coffee table, thinking that perhaps some reading material will make for a good distraction. However, after leafing through several he eventually concludes that the gossip and fashion columns matched with large, colorful photographs are terribly frivolous, and in a random fit of impulsiveness, tosses one of them over his shoulder with a sense of righteous indignation.
Normally that would have been a rather dandy move, but Marius has never been a dandy, or any less clumsy, so the magazine might have been arching towards the direction of a certain troll. Sorry in advance.