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you belong with me (marius pontmercy)
Oct. 20th, 2020 09:48 pmYou wrote a letter to your girlfriend, she's Cosette,
She's heading off to someplace-- I forget,
She doesn't get your income like I do.
I'm in your room, it's a typical Tuesday night,
I'm speaking' in the argot she doesn't like,
And she'll never know your awkward like I do.
But she wears long skirts, I wear britches,
She's educated and I'll steal your riches
Dreamin' bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who really wants you,
been here all the long so why can't you seeeeee?
You belong with meeeee
and the ABC
Walkin' the streets to you, dreamin' all my dreams,
I can't help thinking' I need you by any means,
Laughin' on the park bench thinking' to myself,
every day I'm learning.
The Amis' got a barricade and shit is goin' down,
They haven't seen you in a while, but you should buckle down,
You say fine, my plan is overwrought
Get outta here 'cause you might get shot
She wears a black dress, I wear chemises
I watched her sob when my father she displeases.
Dreamin' bout the day when you wake up and find,
at the barricade, our deaths are intertwined.
If you couldn't see that I'm the one who really wants you,
Watching all along, so why can't you see?
You will die with me.
Standin' by, waiting for the moment,
all this time how could you not know that
liberté,
Egalité,
Fraternité.
Oh I remember I'm walking' past her house in the middle of the night,
I'm the one who lead you here, as you sat and watched her cry,
I know all your favorite books and your Napoleon wet dream
I think I know we're going to die, won't you just kiss me
Can't you see that I'm the one who really loves you?
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me.
Standing by, waiting for the French corps,
Hoping they will shoot at me,
France won't be freeee,
but you'll die with me
Did you ever think just maybe,
Mr. Pontmercyyyy
You should die with me.
She's heading off to someplace-- I forget,
She doesn't get your income like I do.
I'm in your room, it's a typical Tuesday night,
I'm speaking' in the argot she doesn't like,
And she'll never know your awkward like I do.
But she wears long skirts, I wear britches,
She's educated and I'll steal your riches
Dreamin' bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who really wants you,
been here all the long so why can't you seeeeee?
You belong with meeeee
and the ABC
Walkin' the streets to you, dreamin' all my dreams,
I can't help thinking' I need you by any means,
Laughin' on the park bench thinking' to myself,
every day I'm learning.
The Amis' got a barricade and shit is goin' down,
They haven't seen you in a while, but you should buckle down,
You say fine, my plan is overwrought
Get outta here 'cause you might get shot
She wears a black dress, I wear chemises
I watched her sob when my father she displeases.
Dreamin' bout the day when you wake up and find,
at the barricade, our deaths are intertwined.
If you couldn't see that I'm the one who really wants you,
Watching all along, so why can't you see?
You will die with me.
Standin' by, waiting for the moment,
all this time how could you not know that
liberté,
Egalité,
Fraternité.
Oh I remember I'm walking' past her house in the middle of the night,
I'm the one who lead you here, as you sat and watched her cry,
I know all your favorite books and your Napoleon wet dream
I think I know we're going to die, won't you just kiss me
Can't you see that I'm the one who really loves you?
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me.
Standing by, waiting for the French corps,
Hoping they will shoot at me,
France won't be freeee,
but you'll die with me
Did you ever think just maybe,
Mr. Pontmercyyyy
You should die with me.
Eponine Frey was the daughter of a son of Walder Frey. Oft forgotten, she was a fly on the wall when she heard soldiers talking of the plan for Edumure Tully's wedding. She would have been fine with it, her life growing neither better nor worse. But then she caught sight of the man who had caused all of this. Robb Stark, King in the North.
He was handsome as they came, his strong jaw, his auburn curls. The way he looked at his wife, even as doing so mocked her entire family. It was safe to say the young woman was smitten. She couldn't let him die.
It hadn't taken long for her to forsake her dress for a pair of trousers, her hair tucked up under a cap. She'd grabbed the first Stark she could find, and started spreading the word. As the band played on and swords began to clash, Eponine realized, not for the first time, that perhaps she hadn't thought this through. Unable to return to the hall, she made her way to the stables. It was at the stables that she ran into the last man she wanted to. Ser Montimer Parnaes. The two fought, Eponine unarmed, Montimer with his knives and sword. He had the girl on her knees, before he realized she'd taken one of his knives.
And that was the last thing she remembered, until she found herself some miles from the Twins, covered in blood.
She heard the news shortly- despite her attempts, the Starks had been slaughtered, the King in the North amongst them. There was no returning home, she knew. If Montimer survived, he would have told her father and he would have told Walder. She'd be murdered on sight, bled out in the same hall where Robb was murdered.
There was no returning home.
She was still figuring out what the hell to do when she found the campsite. The Brotherhood without Banners, she found they were called, and amongst them were two she, and the rest of the world, thought dead. Catelyn and Robb Stark.
It seemed like fate had been dropped in her lap. She kept close to them, far enough away she wouldn't be caught, stealing food when she could. She was light on her feet, and fast, making her a perfect scout. It was this way she was able to keep following at a distance, waiting for the perfect time to make a move.
He was handsome as they came, his strong jaw, his auburn curls. The way he looked at his wife, even as doing so mocked her entire family. It was safe to say the young woman was smitten. She couldn't let him die.
It hadn't taken long for her to forsake her dress for a pair of trousers, her hair tucked up under a cap. She'd grabbed the first Stark she could find, and started spreading the word. As the band played on and swords began to clash, Eponine realized, not for the first time, that perhaps she hadn't thought this through. Unable to return to the hall, she made her way to the stables. It was at the stables that she ran into the last man she wanted to. Ser Montimer Parnaes. The two fought, Eponine unarmed, Montimer with his knives and sword. He had the girl on her knees, before he realized she'd taken one of his knives.
And that was the last thing she remembered, until she found herself some miles from the Twins, covered in blood.
She heard the news shortly- despite her attempts, the Starks had been slaughtered, the King in the North amongst them. There was no returning home, she knew. If Montimer survived, he would have told her father and he would have told Walder. She'd be murdered on sight, bled out in the same hall where Robb was murdered.
There was no returning home.
She was still figuring out what the hell to do when she found the campsite. The Brotherhood without Banners, she found they were called, and amongst them were two she, and the rest of the world, thought dead. Catelyn and Robb Stark.
It seemed like fate had been dropped in her lap. She kept close to them, far enough away she wouldn't be caught, stealing food when she could. She was light on her feet, and fast, making her a perfect scout. It was this way she was able to keep following at a distance, waiting for the perfect time to make a move.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
N/A, apping Rogue (
NAME: Shea
AGE: 18+
CONTACT:sheakespeare
CHARACTERS PLAYED:
notmarieanymore)CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Éponine Thénardier
CANON: Les Misérables
AGE: 18
CANON POINT: Her death at the barricades
BACKGROUND: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89ponine
INCENTIVE/FIT: Simply the idea of having a place to stay that is warm, food on her table, and some semblance of love and Eponine is all over it. The real incentive, however, was promising her that she would have Marius Pontmercy when she returned, that they would both survive the barricade where they were fighting.
Eponine has no sexual hangups, and enjoys all sorts of intimacy. She has often resorted to prostitution in the past, it is important to note, as this may effect some of her decisions in-game, though not in a way that would make her a hard character to work with. Despite her love not being here, she's more than happy to participate in all forms of intimacy. She's never had any sort of structured relationships in the past, so the setting seems ideal to her.
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Application for Atraxion
Mar. 4th, 2014 12:59 amP L A Y E R I N F O R M A T I O N
Your Name: Shea
OOC Journal:laceandlaudanum
Under 18?: Over
Email + IM: [email protected], Ophelia.Drowns @AIM
Characters Played at Ataraxion: n/a
C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N
Name: Éponine Thénardier
Canon: Les Misérables
Original or Alternate Universe: Original
Canon Point: Her death at the barricades
Number: 317
( je crois quie j'étais un peu amoureuse de vous )
accepted
Your Name: Shea
OOC Journal:
laceandlaudanumUnder 18?: Over
Email + IM: [email protected], Ophelia.Drowns @AIM
Characters Played at Ataraxion: n/a
C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N
Name: Éponine Thénardier
Canon: Les Misérables
Original or Alternate Universe: Original
Canon Point: Her death at the barricades
Number: 317
( je crois quie j'étais un peu amoureuse de vous )
accepted
CR Chart for Tu Shanshu
Nov. 17th, 2013 04:20 pm| SMILING FACES EMPTY PLACES | ||
Eponine has only just met Combeferre, but she finds him very kind. He was quick to offer his help to her, as well as his friendship. Not to mention, his clothes. Mostly calling him Etienne, Eponine is quite glad she's gotten to know this man. Contrary to Joly-belief, she is not dating him. Oh hello Courfeyrac, you are so very handsome. Eponine had met Courfeyrac before heading to the barricade, in fact, he was the one who directed her there. If he feels guilty about it, well, she doesn't hold it against him. She'd wanted to go, anyway. But now that she's met him- well, he lives in the same complexx as her, and he's Marius' roommate. Time to make friends. Not to mention, he's quite handsome. What a curious man, that Enjolras. Despite him being a bit of a prick quite often, Eponine rather likes him. She has no problem calling him out on his shit, and oddly, he enjoys it. They've shared with the other more than they have anyone else, and neither one of them is sure how to take it. Regardless, they have an odd sort of friendship, and Enjolras is proving himself to be a terrible wingman. Spoiler Alert: No one likes Javert. Especially not Eponine. Having been already very acquainted with him before arriving on the turtle, she was not too happy to meet him here. Even if he, like her, was dead. Javert was her arresting officer, and seemed to have it out for the Jondrette family from the get-go. There's going to be no lost love here. Eponine and Joly are the friends who didn't even know what they were missing until they met. Snarky, punny, and wine enthusiasts, they're a match made in heaven. Joly, for whatever reason, seems to believe that Eponine is dating Combeferre, and has also declared her the Lady of Late Night Paris. Eponine, however, prefers Queen. Eponine met Marius when she stopped by his apartment to give him a letter from her father. She fell instantly in love, and then plotted to have him killed. No big deal, right? Just your average Taylor Swift song. Having successfully died in his embrace, she's happy that he's here with her. Even if he lives and gets married, she's determined to be his Cosette while they are both here. She loves him, even if she doesn't know why or how, or even what love is. But she knows she loves him. Until then, she's happy to be his friend. And manipulate him. Eponine's little brother, she adores Gavroche, and is saddened that not only was she not the sister he deserved in life, but that he, too, died on the barricade. She's trying to be strong for him, and make up for everything she can. But, unfortunately, he's been sent home, sending Eponine spiraling downward once more. |
For a cop, Lin isn't bad. She's surprisingly motherly, which is something Eponine needs. She doesn't trust her, but she's thankful for her kindness. Pavel is a very kind man that Eponine would like to see more of. He was kind enough to bring her clothing when he was a woman and she was seven, and to make sure she was alright after Gavroche's disappearance. She doesn't believe he's been to space, though. That's ridiculous. She isn't fully sure what to think of Billy, but currently, she's very pleased that she knows him. He's a kind man who has no problem speaking to her, and doesn't seem to care about her past, convinced that she's a good kid. He's wrong, but she'll take it. Cute boy who likes flirting and pouring drinks for pretty ladies? Sign Eponine up! Dick is a great man, she's decided, and she's determined to catch him off guard one day, so he can tell her some good stories. Loki isn't a god. He's a 12-year-old. Seriously. A very cool one that Eponine likes hanging out with and getting into trouble with, but, still a kid. She's happy to stick up for him, because as far as she is concerned, he's an angel. Just wait till she finds out the truth. And he ages up. Somehow, Eponine has all but adopted Midii as her younger sister and somewhat daughter. Both French ladies who have been through hell and back, they have a lot in common, and are at a surprising amount of ease around each other. With Gavroche gone, Midii is quickly filling up his place. | |
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How's My Driving
Aug. 26th, 2013 03:54 pm
❧ How's My Driving? ❧
I've been playing Éponine on and off for quite a few years, but only in the past year been delving into her
novel version. Any positive crit or constructive crit is more than welcome. I want to get better, and I want
you to help me get better so that I can help you!
novel version. Any positive crit or constructive crit is more than welcome. I want to get better, and I want
you to help me get better so that I can help you!
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Application for Tu Shanshu
Aug. 20th, 2013 12:10 amPlayer Information:
Name: Shea
Age: 23
Contact:sheakespeare
Game Cast: N/A
Character Information:
Name: Éponine Thénardier, alias: Éponine Jondrette
Canon: Les Misérables, novel
Canon Point: Right after her death- for RP purposes, her wounds have been closedwith words of love in the turtle
Age: 17
Reference: wikipedia
( no, i am the devil, but it's all the same to me )
ACCEPTED
Name: Shea
Age: 23
Contact:
Game Cast: N/A
Character Information:
Name: Éponine Thénardier, alias: Éponine Jondrette
Canon: Les Misérables, novel
Canon Point: Right after her death- for RP purposes, her wounds have been closed
Age: 17
Reference: wikipedia
( no, i am the devil, but it's all the same to me )
ACCEPTED
What: Éponine is sent scouting to try to see the extent of one revolutionary's charity, and figure out if there's anything worth looking into further.
Where: The apartment of Michel Enjolras
Who: Enjolras (revolutionnerons )
Verse: idek somewhere in canon?
It was a standard errand. Scope out a target, see what there was to see, and if there was anything worth stealing. As such, it was Eponine that was sent on most of these, being by far the most non-assuming member of Patron-Minette, and, as her father said with a sneer, the most likely to garner sympathy. The use of the word 'sympathy' had turned a few ears, but Thenardier quickly assured the assembled gang that this was a special sort of mission, and he'd chosen the target on purpose. He'd seen him about, passing out pamphlets, trying to garner support for his cause. A rich boy, judging from his clothing and the way he spoke, and Thenardier wanted to know more.
So the task had been set to Eponine, once the location of his home was acquired. Go to him. Look as sad and pathetic as possible. Learn about him, learn what he has, and hopefully get some food for everyone out of it. Easy enough, and as her mother had quipped, not even she could mess it up.
She was about to make for the door when her father stopped her and approached her. Without warning, he took a swing at her, hitting her across the mouth. She staggered, bringing a hand to her lips to draw back blood. "Go on, it makes you look all the more pathetic. Get out of here," was all her father said.
She did not keep pressure on her wound and slowly bruising mouth as she walked to the apartment, rather, letting the blood drip down the front of her humble chemise. She knew how to play this game, and she hated it. Hated asking for charity. She was still old enough that she remembered what it was like to have money, to scoff at those who had begged at their doorsteps. Still old enough to remember the wretch of a girl her family had fostered. She was like her, now. But here, the stakes were higher.
Eventually, she made it to the building and began to slow her walk, taking the time to draw her shawl closer around herself. Her face was already dirty enough, so she started to shiver, coughing into the crook of her arm before rubbing furiously at her eyes to make them red. By the time this transformation was complete, Eponine was at the top of the stairs, and knocking at his apartment door.
"M'sieur! M'sieur! Please, you have to help me!" She cried, doing her best to keep her voice sounding as though she'd been running, despite her leisurely pace. "Please, let me in!"
Where: The apartment of Michel Enjolras
Who: Enjolras (
revolutionnerons )Verse: idek somewhere in canon?
It was a standard errand. Scope out a target, see what there was to see, and if there was anything worth stealing. As such, it was Eponine that was sent on most of these, being by far the most non-assuming member of Patron-Minette, and, as her father said with a sneer, the most likely to garner sympathy. The use of the word 'sympathy' had turned a few ears, but Thenardier quickly assured the assembled gang that this was a special sort of mission, and he'd chosen the target on purpose. He'd seen him about, passing out pamphlets, trying to garner support for his cause. A rich boy, judging from his clothing and the way he spoke, and Thenardier wanted to know more.
So the task had been set to Eponine, once the location of his home was acquired. Go to him. Look as sad and pathetic as possible. Learn about him, learn what he has, and hopefully get some food for everyone out of it. Easy enough, and as her mother had quipped, not even she could mess it up.
She was about to make for the door when her father stopped her and approached her. Without warning, he took a swing at her, hitting her across the mouth. She staggered, bringing a hand to her lips to draw back blood. "Go on, it makes you look all the more pathetic. Get out of here," was all her father said.
She did not keep pressure on her wound and slowly bruising mouth as she walked to the apartment, rather, letting the blood drip down the front of her humble chemise. She knew how to play this game, and she hated it. Hated asking for charity. She was still old enough that she remembered what it was like to have money, to scoff at those who had begged at their doorsteps. Still old enough to remember the wretch of a girl her family had fostered. She was like her, now. But here, the stakes were higher.
Eventually, she made it to the building and began to slow her walk, taking the time to draw her shawl closer around herself. Her face was already dirty enough, so she started to shiver, coughing into the crook of her arm before rubbing furiously at her eyes to make them red. By the time this transformation was complete, Eponine was at the top of the stairs, and knocking at his apartment door.
"M'sieur! M'sieur! Please, you have to help me!" She cried, doing her best to keep her voice sounding as though she'd been running, despite her leisurely pace. "Please, let me in!"
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May. 16th, 2013 02:29 pm
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