[Accidental video-voice thing]

[makeflowersgrow]

[For a long time, static fills the screen. Just static, crackling on and on. But gradually, over the static, a deep, gruff voice comes to be heard.]

 You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do say can and will be used as evidence against you... [Crackle]

[It would seem that Eponine has managed to get herself arrested. The static is back now, louder than before, and the sound of material being rubbed against the NV can be heard; Eponine keeps her NV tucked well in her chemise.  She's being hurried to a police car now, though it's near impossible to hear the police man's footsteps over the noise of Eponine's clothes. 

After about five minutes, the deep voice can be heard again]

Got a right one here, Bob. Newcomer. Pickpocket and a prostitute to boot. Complaints about her all over town.

[And Eponine's whispered answer, clearer than Bob's answering laugh.]

Shut up shut up shut up.

[She says nothing else until she is apparently hustled into the police station, and then it is only reluctant.]

 Name?

Eponine... Jondrette. 'Ponine Jondrette.

Powers?

[Silence]

Well, Jondrette, you're being charged with at least five counts of theft - and I'll be damned if I don't get some more to testify against you.

[She's silent. What is she supposed to say to that? But perhaps it's the determined look on her face that makes the policeman laugh]

Bob, take her down. Enjoy your new room, Jondrette. You'll be there a while.

[There is the sound of more footsteps, of a light clinking, handcuffs, and a -]

 Too tight?

[Though Eponine gives no answer. There's silence, broken by the sounds of material shifting over the NV and the ominous clang of heavy prison doors. Eventually, there is a curt,]

In.

[and another heavy clink, followed by the sounds of a key turning in a lock. There's silence again, before the sound of gentle sobbing echoes through the NV. Eponine would be mortified if she knew it was recording.]


(ooc: basically, Eponine has been arrested for some of her many thefts over the last few months and has been locked up indefinitely for now. There's a high bail price on her head; the Port police are too used to these newcomers coming and going seemingly at random to let Eponine away easily. Feel free to comment and try to cheer her up though. I think she's going to be bailed out in a few days...)

Comments

[voice]

[towerlocked]

[Snow recognizes this voice] What's happening?

Re: [voice]

[makeflowersgrow]

[There's a hasty fumbling and sniffing, swearing as she tries to reach her NV with the handcuffs on. Eventually,]

Madame Snow? I.. I am in the college. The cognes got me. It is okay. It is not so bad.

[she's putting a brave face on. She's terrified]

[towerlocked]

Are you sure? You're not hurt?

[voice]

[rainprism]

[Listening carefully, perturbed. It's some time later that she actually sends a voice message --]

Eponine...?

Re: [voice]

[makeflowersgrow]

Madame...Aqua?
[It takes her a minute to place the voice]

[voice]

[rainprism]

Are you in some sort of trouble?

[She sounds worried, and ... a little confused.]

Do you need help?

[Video]

[fightswithpurpose]

Are you in need of a lawyer?

Re: [Video]

[makeflowersgrow]

[She shrugs. Only rich people have lawyers in France.]

I did thieve as they say...

[Video]

[fightswithpurpose]

I work as a legal assistant.

[And as a model, but that's neither here nor there.]

It's entirely possible to plead guilty and get only a minimal sentence.

[video]

[got_it_memorized]

[Now here's something he's... not surprised to see, frankly. Doesn't mean he's happy about it, but somehow he's not surprised.]

Eponine? Long time no see, kiddo; they aren't treating you too rough are they?

Re: [video]

[makeflowersgrow]

Monsieur Axel. I have been... Busy.

[She curls up on the hard bench of her cell. She's trying so hard to keep her face neutral, to not show her fear.]

They are not rough, Monsieur. Nicer than in France.

[video]

[got_it_memorized]

[A helpless half-smile.]

We talked about that 'missyer' thing, Eponine. Just Axel; got it memorized?

But yeah, looks like you've been busy. [He did warn you about picking the wrong pockets. Sigh.] How long are they gonna hold you, huh?

[Video]

[soul_scatter]

Eponine-san.

[Disapprove. So much disapprove.]

Re: [Video]

[makeflowersgrow]

Monsieur...

[She stares back, defiant, though really, she's embarrassed.]

I do not think I can come tomorrow.

[Trying SO hard not to show fear, she tries for humour instead]

[Video]

[soul_scatter]

[Eyebrow tick.]

Explain.

Video

[the_dead_pool2]

You got pinched huh, cutestuff. Don't worry, I'll get you out as soon as I can.

[Resisting the urge to just shoot them all]

Re: Video

[makeflowersgrow]

Monsieur!
[She's so glad to see him! Even if it is merely video.]

I am okay. You must not worry about me.

[Translation: help! Get me out!]

[inthejunk]

[Aw, jeez. He knows that feeling.]

...Do you want a visitor, Jondrette-san?

[makeflowersgrow]

[She jumps at his voice, and wipes her eyes hastily]

Yosuke? You would come and visit me?

voice; private

[bratziska]

[ Because she definitely doesn't want Papa to see her talking to a criminal. ]

... Well, this certainly explains a lot.

Re: voice; private

[makeflowersgrow]

[SULK!]

You wish to laugh at me, Madame?

[Voice]

[gavesugar]

[Sheila will never understand why young women from around her time period don't take more heed in this city.]

Has thou found a way to safety, child?

Re: [Voice]

[makeflowersgrow]

I am NOT a child. I am a woman.

[Eponine's voice is sharp; she's scared, frustrated, fed up of people judging her. And trying not to show it.]

I do not know about safety. I am a member of the college now. Is that safe?

[She's being ironic. The college is argot for prison]

[video]

[faustianism]

Eponine? It's Mr. Gold, look into the NV, please. You look like you could use some help, dearie.

Re: [video]

[makeflowersgrow]

[Her face appears, teeth gritted in an effort not to look scared]

monsieur Gold? I am okay. It is just prison.

[Read: help me please! Ii'm scared]