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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.
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At least he wasn't trying to explain quadrants, or anything equally as baffling. Quadrants were strange enough sober.
"The deserts of Alternia are full of dead trolls, and during the day they travel in packs and attack anyone who runs across them. They're not like R, really, R is too..." What was the word? "Intelligent."
"Highblood patrols are like the groups of peacekeepers we have here. Which is good, until you realize that Alternian law and Alternian government are corrupt and broken systems."
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But his mind quickly drifted to other thoughts. He recalled the Peacekeepers who unflinchingly held Ariadne when she was executed; the cruelty in the eyes of the one who delivered Marius's cuff, which he wore until after his voluntary participation in the underground battle; the men and women in immaculate white who were ever-present, ever-vigilant. They seemed to him almost like cold, avenging spirits who never rested.
He bit on his lower lip to prevent himself from recklessly commenting that Alternia seemed not unlike the Capitol. Still, his jaw hardened and his brows drew together, his gaze on the edge of the table hardening. His next words were chosen carefully, his voice even and steady—almost too consciously so, as if there were a lot more to his opinions that he was simply holding back. "It must be a cruel society, Alternia."