Éponine Thénardier (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} onmyown) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} dunwichgame,@ 2023-05-27 20:49:00 |
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ÉPONINE
Éponine kept to the shadows.
WHAT: Narrative: Éponine finds herself in a new place
WHERE: Somewhere in Dunwich
WHEN: Late Night/Early Morning May 27-28
WARNINGS: Talk of the Barricades, seedy 19th century Paris night life
STATUS: Complete
WHERE: Somewhere in Dunwich
WHEN: Late Night/Early Morning May 27-28
WARNINGS: Talk of the Barricades, seedy 19th century Paris night life
STATUS: Complete
It had begun to rain. The barricades were cold and the streets dark, alight only with the torches held by Les Amis. Éponine was on a mission, her mind completely focused on the task at hand. She was there for Marius mostly-- she'd attended some of the meetings, though she generally remained close to the shadows-- but tonight she was there for him. She had delivered the letter as he'd asked and then made her way straight back to the barricade, though she knew he had wanted her to stay away. She couldn't do that, could never do that. Éponine kept to the shadows. She was good at that, at least. She had made it back to the barricade and everything was going to be just fine until she saw the musket aimed at Marius. Rushing up, she grabbed the end, intending to push it out of the way but suddenly there was a mist that rose, surrounding all of them. And as there was a blast, she felt a strange sensation, like being pulled by a string in the very pit of her stomach. Her vision went dark and the felt as though she was suddenly falling- only to stumble forward, landing on hands and knees with a grunt into..wet grass? Éponine blinked, startled by how dark it was around her. There were lights along what looked like a street in the distance, and she pushed herself back to sit on her knees, looking around. This didn't look like the barricades. In fact, it didn't even look like Paris. It was quiet for this time of night- there didn't seem to be anyone around, at least where she was. Paris always had people out and about, no matter the time of night. Sailors near the docks, men always looking for women, women looking for work. Gamblers, drinkers, criminals- the worst kind of scum for the most part. How strange. Pushing herself up to her feet, Éponine pulled her coat closer around herself. It wasn't especially cold, but she felt odd, dressed in her boy's clothing, breasts bound and legs in trousers. She didn't mind it when it was for a purpose, but she wasn't sure if it especially felt like herself. There were large..carriages? Stopped along the street, and she looked up- there were some clouds in the sky, but no rain. There were no barricades, and none of her..friends. How was this possible? And where was she? She started to walk, unsure of just who or what she was looking for. But if she could find..somebody, perhaps, then maybe she could find some answers. Only a few steps down, Éponine found that she couldn't quite shake the feeling that someone- or something was watching her.