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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 5:56 am
 Eponine's adrenaline was rushing to the new boundaries for the customers that were set to her. "I never saw a customer refuse me, I might guess that your just one of those b*****d." She unwillingly spat to him. "But, call the stakes, deal me in." She returned, trying to look at his malicious eyes.
(lol... didn't expect the dark side of the story will show up this soon. But anyways, this story is really dark on Eponine's side.)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 6:05 am
Charles spotted two couples that you wouldn't see just about anywhere, he looked closer and realized it was just Monsieur Lind with another street whore, tried to brush off the filth he just saw but failed. So he typically spied on the whole scenery for it gave him entertainment, knowing that he would not be seen by anybody because of his advanced skills.
(Don't find me yet)
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Liberal Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 6:14 am
 He crudely remove the spit from his uniform and turned her around pushing her against the wall. "Do not fret I will take guten care of you." He smiled with a murderous laugh as he lifted the stick and slammed it into the back of her head. "Gute nacht mon ami." He lifted her body over his shoulder and carried her away.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 6:20 am
"A mix of german and french? That silly guy... too silly, but always an ally..." Charles smirked to himself remembering the evil schemes he made with the Queen's uncle to upthrone all that is good. But out of curiousity, Charles decided to follow Lind.
(OOC: I think Lind should call Charles Lucian... Maybe to show a specific bond behind the scenes, since their both evil?)
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Liberal Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 8:10 pm
 Alexander(Wenhaver) Benathy (Kirkland)
"Eponine..?" She stares at the man carrying her and chases him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 1:09 pm
Julius Lynis
Julius wandered down the streets her male-ish figure but girlish face always attracted the stares of people when she walked around the normal parts of town, But here she was ignored, It was preferred she'd rather be ignored then the center of attention she sighed then whispered to herself her russian accent strong "Slava bogu ..Nikto ne vokrug segodnya.." She then entered an alley way and sat down on a crate and grabbed a canteen from her bag and took a sip of water. It seems like forever since she's seen her papa's face even though she had left just recently from mother russia, Now in france striving to survive the slums of this place, What was she thinking coming here? She dares not give up though, 'I will make you proud papa' she thought to herself as she took another sip of water.
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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 4:17 am
 Eponine rushed through the streets and pavements that are illuminated by street lanterns that seemed to have no end. She followed the smoke that is emerging from the busy slums and the noise surrounding it. It was indeed a big blight damage to the porcelain skin that maintained her for these past few days. While she was pacing nearer and nearer to the tenement of her father, a familiar face blocked through her way. "Parnasse what are you doing? So far out of your patch?" She asked her long-time friend who's name is Montparnasse. She was dragged into the dark room of Gorbeu tenement and saw the light slowly consume the darkness and brought out few faces of her father's gang.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 4:33 am
He slowed his pace as he lost track of Eponine as he began to search for her. "Where did she go?" He began to observe his surroundings using his tracking skills from his military career. He tracked her footprints discovering her awkward tracks into a mysterious building, he approached the door slowly listening carefully from outside.
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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 5:41 am
as the candlelights flashed through the unwanted sigh, atleast the last face Eponine would be all-pleasant about. M. Thenardier, she straightened up her rags and stood at an aggresive stance to be ready for any circumstance. "Father, why had your brought me here?" she said as her nose caught and sniffed the foul smell of grime that she used to be accustomed to. Her father smiled up and the cold grin appeared upon his face. "Looks like my little princess had nobles at 'er feet!" he screechily whispered, as the eerie sound of might had been deafening. Eponine grabbed a few sous from her pocket and threw it to the gang, "That's what I've saved up through my job. Sorry." she whispered bowing her head down. Eponine had a wierd feeling that the gang was scanning her from head to toe, seeing the drastic changes within her body, it looked so delicate as the porcelain throne. Eponine backed out and stepped backward a little inch as Montparnasse dragged her to the floor and started doing unpleasant things to her. "Parnasse, you know that I have no time for this! Let me go." she whispered between pantings. She saw her father approached her and said, "Don't you dare dishonor me to our dear friend Montparnasse, Refuse him and you're out of this!" he stated. Eponine had no other choice but to bear the pains. She just sang to her mind... "Sympathy, tenderness... It will be all that this brings." she whispered to herself, feeling the cold, stale knife of Parnasse. She stared at the water dripping from the celing pf Gorbeu Tenement while another entity was violating her like a ragdoll she is worth of. The self-esteem that had built through her was suddenly gone as the epiphany came back that she is back in reality, where Cinderella is not a beautiful lady but a filthy servant. But in her case, a filthy street rat. She heared her father laugh maniacally and state, "When a street rat is covered with gold and ivory, It is still a street rat indeed!" Eponine shut her eyes tight when she was banged to the wall with force of Parnasse. Though it is not like she didn't pleasure with it. She knew that this is what she wanted, what she needed. The carnal desires of her flesh and the earthy atmosphere of Montparnasse. She knew she didn't enjoy it with anyone if it's not Parnasse. But is all just very empty, she knew love its just more than "this". She knew what the true desire of her heart is love that never dies, something genuine.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 9:44 am
Lind quietly opened the door careful to not be noticed by all who dwell in the shack. "Guten Abend trash, Ich bin hier, um eine holde Maid Ich begleitete sammeln." A smirk moved across his face for he knew they couldn't understand him, he resumed in french. "As a member of the french army I take in my custody this young lady." He held up his officer badge as he firmly pat Parnasse's back. "Madame shall I let you finish?" (The first sentence means "Good evening trash I'm here to collect a fair maiden I am escorting.")
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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 6:30 pm
Eponine's eyes narrowed at the moment she noticed the "grand" entrance of Monsieur Lind, she knew this would not end up well. She knew that this is amatter that Monsieur Lind should never be concerned about. Her thoughts are flooding eith mixed gratitude and annoyance towards everyone in the room, so she took off Parnasse' fist from her shirt and shoved him to the delicate wall then proceeded to Monsieur Lind and looked at him sternly but still maintaining a soft feature upon her eyes. "M'sieur, I bid you welcome. Indeed an unparalelled delight to have here." she stated with a sarcastic tone mixed woth a tired, and hoarse voice. Eponine straightened up, "Why did you follow me here!? You shan't know the big consequences of you being here! I'm already in a messed life. Do not add more." she angrily whispered. After which, Eponine decided to throw more francs to her father and say goodbye to the gang. She tried to hide the scare upon her face when she saw her father's expression. She instantly dragged Monsieur Lind out of the slums, trying to forget what she might be facing soon. Either be kicked out and left alone, or yet another session of bruises and be abused. "Either way I choose I cannot win." she mumbled to herself while strategically thinking of ways on how to manipulate the ends to her own means. While silence surrounded both Monsieur Lind and Eponine, they had reached his humble home as the autumn wind carresed her cheeks and eliminated the summer air. "Monsieur, I am indeed sorry for screaming at you earlier, it's just that I was in a panic state" she whispered and held the hand of Monsieur Lind towards where they were before all previous events that happened. Eponine then slipped into her silk robes and went back to the chair near the window pane. "You have just witnessed how deplorable life is, how unfair the world is. Some have some yet some have most." She stated with the sorrowful eyes as she thought of her little brother at the age of eleven that ran away from home and decided to be a gamin for good. "It is a pure miracle that a wretched rat like me gets to be here and wear this and attend the coronation." she said with profound somber tone whilst staring a far-reaching glance into the void. (proceeding to Lind's house)
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