Eh, I wouldn't be so sure that impersonating a guard or a member of the government isn't against the law. I mean, they're forgiving of a lot but I doubt that would impress them much.
Yet I'm not there reporting this. I'm here, asking to speak with you.
I didn't ask you to the hospital. In fact, I would rather it not be there either. There's a cafe called Agnes in the Down. When works for you.
And please, this is when not if. Don't make me feel there's no recourse here but turning to a government I hate.
[Eponine doesn’t hurry herself. why would she hurry to a telling off she can barely register to care about by some man she doesn’t know?
She does go though, turning up in Loki’s coat (that she may or may not have conned from him) and a cream-ish jumper over a dark skirt. Her boots conceal a knife wrapped in a sock stuffed in next to her ankle. Just in case. It’s not as good as her original one, but Tyler has that. Bastard.
Eponine looks thoroughly fed up and thoroughly over being told off when she turns up. She sits down and looks defiantly at Kyle. But as much as her chin tilts up proudly and her mouth scrunches into a scowl, there’s something dead behind Eponine’s eyes. She’s completely numb now.]
[ He had used preternatural speed and was there waiting when she arrived. Seated comfortably at a table, looking entirely casual despite what had brought them there. An open button down over black tee shirt and dark jeans. His fingers drum lightly against the side of a paper coffee cup.
A brow arches at her words, showing no change in his expression or emotions. Just staring at her. ]
Why'd you do it? What's the purpose of aligning yourself with the Creator and their games and torturing someone in the same predicament we all are in?
[ He snorts, though his expression hardly changes. ]
Of course you were. We're all kidnap victims here. If you turn on your own, rather than those that imprisoned us and work for them, then you're aligning yourself with them.
[ Kyle had been lifting his cup to his mouth when she spoke of that plan. His expression changed then. One of incredulousness, opening his mouth and then closing it before he shook his head. ]
Who told you that would work? If the Creator wanted money from us, he could have it without a bribe. They can have anything they want. There's nothing any of us have that they can't take.
Those that are changed don't pay for it, and they often aren't the ones asking for it. It just happens.
Have you ever spoken to the Creator? Have you ever spoken to any of them? How do you know how it works then? Maybe he wants a girl what is bold enough to do it. Then he might leave me alone.
[In Paris, she couldn't talk to anyone. She had to accept her lot as lower than the dirt on the street. She had to accept she was going to die of starvation or murder and that nobody would care when it happened. She had to accept that she had nothing. And she did. She lived passively, drifting like a ghost through the streets. But here, there is possibility and life and money and friends, but there's pain and a poverty Eponine can't put into words.]
I am fed up of not being able to have anything here. You know, in Paris where I am from? I had nothing. I had no shoes and I wore rags. My belt and my ribbon were strings. But the little I had, the paper and the tobacco and the bottle of drink what I stole? They were mine. Here, there is so much I can have, but none of it is mine. It belongs to the dominants. Can you understand how cruel it is that I can see it so close and yet, none of it can ever truly be mine?
Actually yes. The Creator and his dominant Bel. They hosted a horrific weekend party at their house, and everyone was required to attend.
[ He says it all entirely matter of factly as if it hadn't been the start of some of the worst times in his life in this place. ]
Nearly five years in this place and people have raged and ranted and tried to break into his place and demand all of this, and it never happens. Not because they demand it. Just randomly, a few times a year sometimes and sometimes not at all.
Do you think you're the only one fed up? [ He asks it suddenly, expression darkening as his eyes narrow though his tone doesn't change at all. ] Or that submissives are the only ones that are tormented by their lot in this life? When some of us do everything we can to protect others from the powers that be only for them to flaunt it in our faces that we're powerless to truly keep them safe?
Because in the end, the lack of a mark is an illusion of power that fools fall for and instead of working to help others they become the monsters the guards and whoever is truly in charge are by turning against their own.
But sure, go on about poor you when you did the exact same thing to Tyler you're upset they're doing to you. Threatening him and taking control over him to prove you think you're better than he is or other submissives are.
[ Kyle snorts, rolling his eyes as he wipes the spit from his face using his sleeve. ]
Oh I think I know so much given that reaction. Knew a lot before then too. We have no control over our fate in this place, but we do have choices we can make. In five years you see a lot. Murder. Assault. Sadistic treatment that go far beyond their victim's masochism... or in Tyler's case, his gilded life and lack of social skills.
He's submissive, and new, and not at all at fault for your predicament yet you targeted him for likely the same reasons our captor's did. Sure, he makes it easy, but for some of us that's not a reason to hurt someone, it's a reason to help.
Besides, you never know when your perfectly easy seeming target isn't going to turn out to be something so much worse...
[ His eyes darkened around them, whites turning red and his fangs extended. Yet he doesn't move from his seat, looking perfectly casual as he makes a point, not a threat. ]
Who might actually be offended at being spit on. You never know in this place.
[ He laughs at that, sounding actually amused even as he drew back the fangs. ]
You literally heard nothing I said, did you? Like it all went right over your head?
This is literally a warning, not a threat, because I don't even want to see bullies killed. Though you can't accept how horrible you are, so you just assume everyone else is the bad guy hurting poor old you. About it?
Because I don't think those that take advantage of other victims have the ability to honestly judge how nice others are, or not. I don't think it's something you actually comprehend. Or you choose not to.
Don’t you think I know I’m horrible? See? This proves your stupidity. Me, all along I have said I am horrible. I’ve said I’m a bitch, I’m a whore, I’m a slut. I know</>. I know, okay? And you know, I shan’t apologise for it.
[She laughs, but it’s mean and callous.]
People here have called me the victim. Told me tales of what’s happened in my past. Told me I’m not a whore or nothing. They’re wrong. I know what I am. You don’t have to tell me. The thing is, I don’t care any more.
[Its bravado. She does care and Kyle’s words cut her to the bone. No wonder everyone hates her if she’s so vile. There is nothing in her body language or defiant expression that would betray that.]
I think more my stupidity is in thinking like knows like and that maybe, just maybe, you didn't realize how bad it was, or that you have choices to make here.
Because, see, I was the bully too. I was mean and I was spiteful out of fear. I hurt people I loved. Then one day, I pushed too far and someone I loved showed me how horrible I was being and I made a choice.
One you have before you now, Nina. You know what you want to be, and how to make your life easier instead of doing the hard things. Because being kind and compassionate is so much harder than being like this.
[ He sighs, shaking his head as he pushes back from the table, standing up slowly to make it clear he means he no harm. Even if he could move in less than the blink of an eye and have her pinned to the wall. But that isn't the man he is, no matter what he's been turned into. ]
So the pity party here about poor you the bad guy who can't help it? Is a game, a façade even. Because I wore the same mask once and I threw it in the fire. If you didn't want to be all those things you've been called in the past, you would change it here where very few people know who you were, but that's your call to make.
My call? Is to try and protect those you would harm. Whether you think they deserve it or not. I've done it with everything from the Creator to killers to bullies. Maybe one day you'll decide to grow up and learn to be a better person. I really hope you do. You deserve to know the person you can be.
[ He laid a couple of bills on the table between them. ]
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Date: 2024-04-08 05:51 pm (UTC)Yet I'm not there reporting this. I'm here, asking to speak with you.
I didn't ask you to the hospital. In fact, I would rather it not be there either. There's a cafe called Agnes in the Down. When works for you.
And please, this is when not if. Don't make me feel there's no recourse here but turning to a government I hate.
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Date: 2024-04-08 05:57 pm (UTC)Now?
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Date: 2024-04-08 08:08 pm (UTC)(ooc: we can continue here or I can make a starter on his catch all. Whatever works.)
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Date: 2024-04-08 08:15 pm (UTC)[Eponine doesn’t hurry herself. why would she hurry to a telling off she can barely register to care about by some man she doesn’t know?
She does go though, turning up in Loki’s coat (that she may or may not have conned from him) and a cream-ish jumper over a dark skirt. Her boots conceal a knife wrapped in a sock stuffed in next to her ankle. Just in case. It’s not as good as her original one, but Tyler has that. Bastard.
Eponine looks thoroughly fed up and thoroughly over being told off when she turns up. She sits down and looks defiantly at Kyle. But as much as her chin tilts up proudly and her mouth scrunches into a scowl, there’s something dead behind Eponine’s eyes. She’s completely numb now.]
So tell me off. Punish me. Just hurry up, please.
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Date: 2024-04-09 01:33 pm (UTC)A brow arches at her words, showing no change in his expression or emotions. Just staring at her. ]
Why'd you do it? What's the purpose of aligning yourself with the Creator and their games and torturing someone in the same predicament we all are in?
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Date: 2024-04-09 01:48 pm (UTC)[She scoffs. Leaning forward, her face twists into something nasty.]
I was robbing him.
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Date: 2024-04-09 01:53 pm (UTC)Of course you were. We're all kidnap victims here. If you turn on your own, rather than those that imprisoned us and work for them, then you're aligning yourself with them.
Why?
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Date: 2024-04-09 01:59 pm (UTC)[She shrugs and sits back.]
I’m saving up so I can pay the Creator to make me a dominant too.
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Date: 2024-04-09 02:04 pm (UTC)Who told you that would work? If the Creator wanted money from us, he could have it without a bribe. They can have anything they want. There's nothing any of us have that they can't take.
Those that are changed don't pay for it, and they often aren't the ones asking for it. It just happens.
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Date: 2024-04-09 03:12 pm (UTC)[Eponine shrugs, defiant.]
Have you ever spoken to the Creator? Have you ever spoken to any of them? How do you know how it works then? Maybe he wants a girl what is bold enough to do it. Then he might leave me alone.
[In Paris, she couldn't talk to anyone. She had to accept her lot as lower than the dirt on the street. She had to accept she was going to die of starvation or murder and that nobody would care when it happened. She had to accept that she had nothing. And she did. She lived passively, drifting like a ghost through the streets. But here, there is possibility and life and money and friends, but there's pain and a poverty Eponine can't put into words.]
I am fed up of not being able to have anything here. You know, in Paris where I am from? I had nothing. I had no shoes and I wore rags. My belt and my ribbon were strings. But the little I had, the paper and the tobacco and the bottle of drink what I stole? They were mine. Here, there is so much I can have, but none of it is mine. It belongs to the dominants. Can you understand how cruel it is that I can see it so close and yet, none of it can ever truly be mine?
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Date: 2024-04-09 04:07 pm (UTC)[ He says it all entirely matter of factly as if it hadn't been the start of some of the worst times in his life in this place. ]
Nearly five years in this place and people have raged and ranted and tried to break into his place and demand all of this, and it never happens. Not because they demand it. Just randomly, a few times a year sometimes and sometimes not at all.
Do you think you're the only one fed up? [ He asks it suddenly, expression darkening as his eyes narrow though his tone doesn't change at all. ] Or that submissives are the only ones that are tormented by their lot in this life? When some of us do everything we can to protect others from the powers that be only for them to flaunt it in our faces that we're powerless to truly keep them safe?
Because in the end, the lack of a mark is an illusion of power that fools fall for and instead of working to help others they become the monsters the guards and whoever is truly in charge are by turning against their own.
But sure, go on about poor you when you did the exact same thing to Tyler you're upset they're doing to you. Threatening him and taking control over him to prove you think you're better than he is or other submissives are.
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Date: 2024-04-09 04:35 pm (UTC)[She hates his words. She hates that he's likening her to the Creator and Bel. She hates him right now.]
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Date: 2024-04-09 04:48 pm (UTC)Oh I think I know so much given that reaction. Knew a lot before then too. We have no control over our fate in this place, but we do have choices we can make. In five years you see a lot. Murder. Assault. Sadistic treatment that go far beyond their victim's masochism... or in Tyler's case, his gilded life and lack of social skills.
He's submissive, and new, and not at all at fault for your predicament yet you targeted him for likely the same reasons our captor's did. Sure, he makes it easy, but for some of us that's not a reason to hurt someone, it's a reason to help.
Besides, you never know when your perfectly easy seeming target isn't going to turn out to be something so much worse...
[ His eyes darkened around them, whites turning red and his fangs extended. Yet he doesn't move from his seat, looking perfectly casual as he makes a point, not a threat. ]
Who might actually be offended at being spit on. You never know in this place.
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Date: 2024-04-09 04:52 pm (UTC)So kill me then. Drink my blood. I’m not afraid of you. Perhaps it will poison you too?
[She’s not scared of anything. In fact, she’s feeling just a little bit reckless.]
Lecture me if you want but I don’t care. Tyler deserves a lot worse than me asking for his money. He is not nice, that man.
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Date: 2024-04-09 04:57 pm (UTC)You literally heard nothing I said, did you? Like it all went right over your head?
This is literally a warning, not a threat, because I don't even want to see bullies killed. Though you can't accept how horrible you are, so you just assume everyone else is the bad guy hurting poor old you. About it?
Because I don't think those that take advantage of other victims have the ability to honestly judge how nice others are, or not. I don't think it's something you actually comprehend. Or you choose not to.
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Date: 2024-04-09 05:59 pm (UTC)Don’t you think I know I’m horrible? See? This proves your stupidity. Me, all along I have said I am horrible. I’ve said I’m a bitch, I’m a whore, I’m a slut. I know</>. I know, okay? And you know, I shan’t apologise for it.
[She laughs, but it’s mean and callous.]
People here have called me the victim. Told me tales of what’s happened in my past. Told me I’m not a whore or nothing. They’re wrong. I know what I am. You don’t have to tell me. The thing is, I don’t care any more.
[Its bravado. She does care and Kyle’s words cut her to the bone. No wonder everyone hates her if she’s so vile. There is nothing in her body language or defiant expression that would betray that.]
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Date: 2024-04-09 06:17 pm (UTC)Because, see, I was the bully too. I was mean and I was spiteful out of fear. I hurt people I loved. Then one day, I pushed too far and someone I loved showed me how horrible I was being and I made a choice.
One you have before you now, Nina. You know what you want to be, and how to make your life easier instead of doing the hard things. Because being kind and compassionate is so much harder than being like this.
[ He sighs, shaking his head as he pushes back from the table, standing up slowly to make it clear he means he no harm. Even if he could move in less than the blink of an eye and have her pinned to the wall. But that isn't the man he is, no matter what he's been turned into. ]
So the pity party here about poor you the bad guy who can't help it? Is a game, a façade even. Because I wore the same mask once and I threw it in the fire. If you didn't want to be all those things you've been called in the past, you would change it here where very few people know who you were, but that's your call to make.
My call? Is to try and protect those you would harm. Whether you think they deserve it or not. I've done it with everything from the Creator to killers to bullies. Maybe one day you'll decide to grow up and learn to be a better person. I really hope you do. You deserve to know the person you can be.
[ He laid a couple of bills on the table between them. ]
Coffee's on me.