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jondretteWhat: Éponine is sent scouting to try to see the extent of one revolutionary's charity, and figure out if there's anything worth looking into further.
Where: The apartment of Michel Enjolras
Who: Enjolras (revolutionnerons )
Verse: idek somewhere in canon?
It was a standard errand. Scope out a target, see what there was to see, and if there was anything worth stealing. As such, it was Eponine that was sent on most of these, being by far the most non-assuming member of Patron-Minette, and, as her father said with a sneer, the most likely to garner sympathy. The use of the word 'sympathy' had turned a few ears, but Thenardier quickly assured the assembled gang that this was a special sort of mission, and he'd chosen the target on purpose. He'd seen him about, passing out pamphlets, trying to garner support for his cause. A rich boy, judging from his clothing and the way he spoke, and Thenardier wanted to know more.
So the task had been set to Eponine, once the location of his home was acquired. Go to him. Look as sad and pathetic as possible. Learn about him, learn what he has, and hopefully get some food for everyone out of it. Easy enough, and as her mother had quipped, not even she could mess it up.
She was about to make for the door when her father stopped her and approached her. Without warning, he took a swing at her, hitting her across the mouth. She staggered, bringing a hand to her lips to draw back blood. "Go on, it makes you look all the more pathetic. Get out of here," was all her father said.
She did not keep pressure on her wound and slowly bruising mouth as she walked to the apartment, rather, letting the blood drip down the front of her humble chemise. She knew how to play this game, and she hated it. Hated asking for charity. She was still old enough that she remembered what it was like to have money, to scoff at those who had begged at their doorsteps. Still old enough to remember the wretch of a girl her family had fostered. She was like her, now. But here, the stakes were higher.
Eventually, she made it to the building and began to slow her walk, taking the time to draw her shawl closer around herself. Her face was already dirty enough, so she started to shiver, coughing into the crook of her arm before rubbing furiously at her eyes to make them red. By the time this transformation was complete, Eponine was at the top of the stairs, and knocking at his apartment door.
"M'sieur! M'sieur! Please, you have to help me!" She cried, doing her best to keep her voice sounding as though she'd been running, despite her leisurely pace. "Please, let me in!"
Where: The apartment of Michel Enjolras
Who: Enjolras (
revolutionnerons )Verse: idek somewhere in canon?
It was a standard errand. Scope out a target, see what there was to see, and if there was anything worth stealing. As such, it was Eponine that was sent on most of these, being by far the most non-assuming member of Patron-Minette, and, as her father said with a sneer, the most likely to garner sympathy. The use of the word 'sympathy' had turned a few ears, but Thenardier quickly assured the assembled gang that this was a special sort of mission, and he'd chosen the target on purpose. He'd seen him about, passing out pamphlets, trying to garner support for his cause. A rich boy, judging from his clothing and the way he spoke, and Thenardier wanted to know more.
So the task had been set to Eponine, once the location of his home was acquired. Go to him. Look as sad and pathetic as possible. Learn about him, learn what he has, and hopefully get some food for everyone out of it. Easy enough, and as her mother had quipped, not even she could mess it up.
She was about to make for the door when her father stopped her and approached her. Without warning, he took a swing at her, hitting her across the mouth. She staggered, bringing a hand to her lips to draw back blood. "Go on, it makes you look all the more pathetic. Get out of here," was all her father said.
She did not keep pressure on her wound and slowly bruising mouth as she walked to the apartment, rather, letting the blood drip down the front of her humble chemise. She knew how to play this game, and she hated it. Hated asking for charity. She was still old enough that she remembered what it was like to have money, to scoff at those who had begged at their doorsteps. Still old enough to remember the wretch of a girl her family had fostered. She was like her, now. But here, the stakes were higher.
Eventually, she made it to the building and began to slow her walk, taking the time to draw her shawl closer around herself. Her face was already dirty enough, so she started to shiver, coughing into the crook of her arm before rubbing furiously at her eyes to make them red. By the time this transformation was complete, Eponine was at the top of the stairs, and knocking at his apartment door.
"M'sieur! M'sieur! Please, you have to help me!" She cried, doing her best to keep her voice sounding as though she'd been running, despite her leisurely pace. "Please, let me in!"