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[jondrette]

[A young woman appears. Her long, dark hair is tangled and soaking wet, hanging down in front of her haggard face. Her age is hard to pin down, but it’s clear that she’s seen better days. And worse days, for that matter.]

There is rain that falls from a pipe here!

[This was a fact she’d learned with a shriek when she’d decided to play ‘what does this knob do’ in her room.

Her face lights up when she speaks, though, her accent clearly French.]

First it scalded, then when I tried to turn it off it became incredibly cold! [She giggles though, a rather ugly sound, and moves over to flop down on her bed melodramatically. On her right hand, visible as she gets comfortable, a bright red circular scar can be seen.] And such a bed! Have you ever seen such a bed before?

[She exhales, relaxing into the mattress.]

If this is heaven, I believe I am in the wrong place.

Comments

[jondrette]

Merci, Rhy.

[She giggles] Imagine! Me calling a king by his first name! Oh they would laugh me into an asylum should I have said such a thing at home!

[unbreakable_king]

Asylum? A weird place to keep a down to earth woman like yourself.

[jondrette]

You have much to learn about Paris.

My father was cruel and had threatened it many times. What better place to keep an unruly daughter?

[unbreakable_king]

Paris? Where is that?

[An unruly daughter kept in a...? Oh dear, Rhy definitely has an offended edge to his tone now.]

He sounds a vile man

[jondrette]

In France...?

He is. But fear not, he will never see me again. Not while I breathe.

[unbreakable_king]

And what is France?

[Well, he's proud of you, taking your life into your own hands.]

You're quite lovely dear.

[jondrette]

It is a country on Earth.

[Yay! If only more people were proud of her.]

I am! Oh, thank you, Rhy! Thank you! I do not believe so, but you are so kind to say I am lovely.

[unbreakable_king]

Interesting, I'm riveted, I assure you.

I am not kind, my lady. I merely have eyes.

[jondrette]

I cannot tell you much more, for I am no scholar. I know of the streets but not of the world.

[she blushes]

Worse eyes than most it would seem.

[unbreakable_king]

Ah, my dear, but I have the eyes of a King. One who sees value in all things, and beauty in all life. So to find beauty in you must mean it surpasses even the rising of the sun.

[jondrette]

[She's blushing as hard as she can, dimples out in full force as she looks down at her bed, bashful for all the world.]

I will remember what you have said of me, and I will argue no longer. If you wish to say such pretty things, I will hear them. I like your pretty words and your pretty face as well.

[unbreakable_king]

The pretty face is entirely at your disposal, in whatever means you might desire of it.

[jondrette]

I could think of many means...

[unbreakable_king]

And I applaud creativity. Worship at its alter, when I can.

[jondrette]

Do you?

[unbreakable_king]

What gift is so wonderful to celebrate as the creativity of another in the proper arena?

[jondrette]

I could not tell you, Rhy.

[unbreakable_king]

Then you will concede it is something worth shared?

[jondrette]

I suppose, then.

[unbreakable_king]

Then I would be more than happy to help you seek creativity.

[jondrette]

How shall we begin, my handsome king?

[unbreakable_king]

Food. There are many creative ways people eat here. Allow me to introduce you to it?

[jondrette]

Oh yes, yes please!

[She loves food. It's maybe the only thing she loves more than Marius Pontmercy.]

[unbreakable_king]

[No better way to a heart than through the stomach.]

WHere are you? That I might show you around.

[jondrette]

[Eponine is a flirt, surprised that everyone seems to be responding so well to her. It's a fun game to play, at the very least, and it does not hurt to have allies.]

I am in my room- 203.