a war is a war I suppose. a fight is a fight. neither are mine and yet here I am. at least here there is food. will someone tell me the best to find gin?
The Food Trucks
[Still completely mistrusting the idea that the money she'd been handed to get herself started wasn't going to be snatched away again, Eponine hangs around the food trucks, unwilling to part with her coins. She watches and waits, largely unnoticed, until she spots someone dropping their unwanted food. She darts forward, snatches it up and begins to eat hungrily. Sensing someone staring at her, she looks up and scowls.]
What is it to you what I eat?
Organised crime
[It's a whole new world but nothing has changed. That dark stain that seeps through the streets below the glittering surface of the city is still there, and Eponine, uncomfortable in the light, finds herself drawn there. Here, she knows how to fit in. She knows how to get the attention of a gang. For a while, she's simply watched, picking out characters and places, following them to know their routine. It's only when she's sure that her target is someone of interest, and that there are gang members in the bar that she strikes. She goes behind them as they relax somewhat in a bar, and quickly picks her mark's pockets. She doesn't try to hide most of her spoils, and instead turns with a triumphant grin to the patrons in the bar and holds up her spoils before she pockets them. With that, she retreats to a corner table, pockets bulging now. Wait for them to come to her. That's how this works. And if they don't want her, at least she's got some treasures for her troubles.]
Eponine Thenardier - Les Miserables
@ eponine.thenardier
a war is a war I suppose. a fight is a fight. neither are mine and yet here I am. at least here there is food. will someone tell me the best to find gin?
The Food Trucks
[Still completely mistrusting the idea that the money she'd been handed to get herself started wasn't going to be snatched away again, Eponine hangs around the food trucks, unwilling to part with her coins. She watches and waits, largely unnoticed, until she spots someone dropping their unwanted food. She darts forward, snatches it up and begins to eat hungrily.
Sensing someone staring at her, she looks up and scowls.]
What is it to you what I eat?
Organised crime
[It's a whole new world but nothing has changed. That dark stain that seeps through the streets below the glittering surface of the city is still there, and Eponine, uncomfortable in the light, finds herself drawn there.
Here, she knows how to fit in. She knows how to get the attention of a gang. For a while, she's simply watched, picking out characters and places, following them to know their routine. It's only when she's sure that her target is someone of interest, and that there are gang members in the bar that she strikes.
She goes behind them as they relax somewhat in a bar, and quickly picks her mark's pockets. She doesn't try to hide most of her spoils, and instead turns with a triumphant grin to the patrons in the bar and holds up her spoils before she pockets them.
With that, she retreats to a corner table, pockets bulging now. Wait for them to come to her. That's how this works. And if they don't want her, at least she's got some treasures for her troubles.]
Choose your own!
[I'm open to anything!]