|
|
Post by Eponine Thenardier on Mar 4, 2013 10:08:26 GMT -5
Eponine wasn't much of a believer in luck. And if she had been, she would have come to the conclusion that her own luck was decidedly bad. Honestly, it would have been better if she'd died as she was supposed to back in Paris, instead of being stuck here in the middle of a city that was still a complete mystery to her. Everything was different, the people, the clothing they wore, the language they spoke and that was written on the signs around her. Eponine had picked up a little bit of it, enough to carry her in a conversation, but not enough to speak to anyone that would be useful to speak to. Even the food was harder to steal, not outside in carts, but actually inside buildings that were harder to sneak out of with anything substantial.
She'd grown even thinner than before with barely enough to survive, but Eponine was a tough girl to get rid of. Even though her brand of cunning wasn't quite fit for this century (for it was a different century altogether, she'd found out one day), Eponine held on to life with an iron grip and apparently, someone had taken notice. Then again, a girl wandering around the city in the rags of clothing from the 19th century was definitely an oddity, but Eponine normally ran from prying eyes. They'd ask questions she didn't know the answer to in a language she didn't understand and with her morale running low, she was more concerned with getting the things she needed to survive than talking to people that she could barely understand. Not that she was really convinced she'd be able to completely do so.
And then this...man had come along. Monsieur Gant, Eponine was calling him. She'd been totally unwilling to believe that anyone would simply want to offer her anything, much less a position working for him. He'd described a job akin to a servant and Eponine's pride had briefly rose up, but circumstances being what they were, she squelched it immediately. Though she was wary of someone just up and offering her what seemed like a rather charmed life in a mansion of all things (Eponine had never even been inside one, but she had, on occasion, peered longingly into the windows of the big, fancy houses in Paris), she wasn't really in a position to turn any of it down. Besides, it wasn't as though Monsieur Gant was offering her charity, he was offering her a job.
They made an odd pair, Eponine trailing behind Gant as they headed towards the aforementioned mansion. She made sure to keep far enough away and not make it too obvious she was following. Monsieur Gant undoubtedly had a reputation to uphold and being seeing with a raggedy little thing like Eponine following after him like a puppy probably wouldn't do much for it. She did have to catch up with him to speak, though. "Monsieur...you are certain of this? That you want to take me?" Reassurance was going to have to be a thing, because even now, Eponine was worried that he was going to have an even larger price that he hadn't told her about. She knew of poor women who had gone to live with rich men...and that had rarely turned out entirely good for the woman. She wouldn't allow herself to meet the same fate and become nothing more than a glorified whore.
|
|
