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sirenspull2012-09-06 11:01 pm
makeflowersgrow) wrote in sirenspull2012-09-06 11:01 pm
[Accidental video-voice thing]
[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...)
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...)
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[Her voice is quiet. He is nice, kind - so kind to her. Like Marius was... She smiles wanly]
It will be okay, won't it? There is no chain gang, is there?
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[His frown deepens, at the memories. Those couple of weeks were some of the worst of his life. So lonely, and miserable.]
...I'll visit a lot, okay? And we can find a lawyer to help you. Maybe you can get out sooner that way.
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[Well, that's a relief. She won't die.] Yes, I am locked up. By myself. And they put these on me.
[She puts the NV down carefully next to her, and hovers her wrists above it. Linking her wrists together is a pair of handcuffs.]
Monsieur.... [She looks so, so vulnerable, all hunched up as she is.] I do not want to stay. I want to go home.
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Um. Did they set a bail for you?
[It's a long shot, especially considering his wallet is as empty now as when they met. And he already owes Gilbert-san $1400. And Shika...well, Shika is gone. There's nowhere to even get the money from. But maybe it'll be something he can ask around for and pay back later...]
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[It's a scolding, but his tone isn't cold. He likes Eponine, he just isn't sure how to help her at the moment.]
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Perhaps you should have thought better when you stole the car. I steal out of necessity. YOU wished for fun. That is our difference.
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[Okay, that part isn't totally true. He enjoyed it between when the spell took hold and when the handcuffs went on, at any rate. Even being arrested hadn't been so bad, until he realized they weren't going to just let him go.]
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[She will not go into spiel about being petrified her dad or Parnasse'd show up and she'd have nothing to give them. Instead, she hides her face in the crook of her knees, and says, completely insincerely,]
I am sorry, M'sieur. I should not have been so rude.
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[Sigh. He doesn't catch the insincerity at all.]
I'll ask some people if they have ideas what to do, and then I'll be down. I don't think I can bring you anything, but if you want, I'll try?