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halfbloodhill2014-05-11 09:05 pm
ospreyed) wrote in halfbloodhill2014-05-11 09:05 pm
006 -- IM
[Backdated to May 6th.]
[When the IM appears, it's Eponine. She looks... Well, rather neutral. Slowly, she turns around and pulls her shirt up and over her head, revealing her bare back. If you look closely, there are scars, but what's most apparent are now the five roses cascading down and across her back, from her left shoulder, down to just above her right hip. Each rose is in a different state of decay, slowly wilting as they get further down her back. The roses are done in black and white, with gray shading and just a hint of red in amongst the gray.
After letting camp admire her tattoo for a few moments, she turns back around, her shirt covering her chest still.]
Five months.
[And that's it.]
[When the IM appears, it's Eponine. She looks... Well, rather neutral. Slowly, she turns around and pulls her shirt up and over her head, revealing her bare back. If you look closely, there are scars, but what's most apparent are now the five roses cascading down and across her back, from her left shoulder, down to just above her right hip. Each rose is in a different state of decay, slowly wilting as they get further down her back. The roses are done in black and white, with gray shading and just a hint of red in amongst the gray.
After letting camp admire her tattoo for a few moments, she turns back around, her shirt covering her chest still.]
Five months.
[And that's it.]
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[She blinks, a little surprised.]
I just meant in general. I mean, how do you feel when you have to lie to your par--
[She stops; dumb question.]
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[Very. Dumb. Question.]
Look. It's your body. He's got no ownership rights over it.
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[She plays with the ends of her hair, a nervous habit.]
He's my Papa, I don't want to betray his faith in me like that. His disappointed face is the worst.
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[EPONINE you do not have a normal relationship with your father. At all. By any standards. Ever.]
So ask him.
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[Even Cosette has to make a face at her at that.]
I can't do that either, he'd say no and say we need to go to church more often or something. He'd think it was some pagan thing I'd picked up at camp.
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[They were the daughters of actual Gods. The hell, Ultime?
Also, Cosette, sorry, but your dad totally has prison tattoos. And it's really, really hot.]
Maybe he has some tattoos that he just doesn't wanna show you. He was young and wild once. [She assumes.]
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[What are you trying to say Eponine, that you don't love Jesus?
If you tell her that she will seriously consider crying.]
...You have met my dad right? He's got the rebllious streak of an eagle scout. I don't think he's ever done anything out of line, ever.
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You do realize I would burst into flames if I ever set foot in a church, right?
[No. She doesn't love Jesus. Jesus never loved her.]
Uhm, once. When we were seven.
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[Jesus loves everybody, you'd know that if you went to church, Eponine. Can you feel the Catholic guilt yet? Because Cosette can, and her dad isn't even physically here.]
Well then I can tell you, he'd flip.
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[Eponine heaves a sigh. She'd been raised Roman Catholic, well, at least, a flimsy version of it. But the God that ruled the Christian religion had turned a blind-side to her family. And so she did the same to him.]
Which, y'gotta admit, would be hilarious.
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Um, not so much. He'd kill me, bring me back to go to confession, and kill me again. I mean not literally, but he'd be insanely disappointed, which is even worse.
[She sighs, running fingers through her hair.]
Would you really come with it me if I did?
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[She knows how this all goes.]
Of course. How else would you get a primo price?
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[There's a hollow laugh there. Still, she's touched by Eponine's offer, pressing her hand to her chest.]
Aww, thank you. That's seriously really sweet of you.
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[Cosette, you cannot be a nun. Because that would make you a badass nun. And that's not allowed.]
Well it's my idea, and I want to be considered responsible for turning you to the dark side.
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If it's going to a permanent thing I'm risking my father's wrath over, I'm getting it where I want it. It's only fair.
[She just makes a face at the thought of the nunnery.]
I was kind of half hoping he'd have let go of that by now.
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[It's a moot point already because she refuses to go, but she's not going to blow holes in that optimistic plan.]
Obviously, I'm not actually doing it. It's not like he can make me.
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[Which, reminds her of something.]
Hey. Cosette. Does your dad even know who I am?
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[She's not commenting on the faith bit of that, just the physical limitations of nuns vs. mythological monsters.]
Maybe? I know I've mentioned you once or twice while I was home, so at least he knows you're my camp friend. Not sure if he remembers New Jersey though. Why?
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[Okay, let's be real. Nuns vs mythical monsters would be the biggest, most badass fight. Ever.]
I was just wondering. If he held any ill-will towards me.
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Why would he harbor any ill feelings towards you? We were kids when he last saw you.
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I'm sorry?
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