Éponine Thénardier (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
filleauloup) wrote2013-02-14 02:24 pm
filleauloup) wrote2013-02-14 02:24 pm
Corner of Griffin Way and Black Swan Drive (Outside the Post Office), Thursday Morning
No, Éponine hadn't made the connection between the flowers she'd gotten this morning and what today was. All things considered it was really, really for the best that she didn't realize today was Valentine's Day -- not that it bore much resemblance, if any at all, to its counterpart in her time. The flowers had been a pleasant surprise, though, and she'd stuck them into a green glass soda bottle with some water.
Said bottle was now perched on the curb near Éponine, who was sitting on the sidewalk with her back against a lamppost and humming to herself.
This probably didn't look at all like what it was, which would be a preliminary attempt at taking Jack's suggestion from a few days ago and making use of her experience in delivering letters to people. (Most of which had been her father's attempts to trick people into giving him money, granted, but still.) Yes, typically looking for a job entailed just going in to apply, but despite Fandom being thus far much kinder than home Éponine assumed out of habit that they'd take one look at her (still in the same scavenged castoffs, and still barefoot) and say no. Therefore, equally out of habit, she'd resorted to more . . . circumspect methods: namely observing people as they came and went from the post office, trying to get a sense of the place, what the employees were like, and which of them might be the most approachable. As strategies went, this one had almost always worked for her before.
Mostly it just looked like she was staring into space, occasionally taking a break to glance down at the carnations in the bottle by her feet, laugh and say something like "How nice, that's never happened before!" Then she'd lapse into silence, look thoughtful, and go back to sneakily watching the door.
[OOC: Just establishy, since I won't be around tonight. Ahahahahaha like she needs to know it's Valentine's Day ahahahaha oh my god no.]
Said bottle was now perched on the curb near Éponine, who was sitting on the sidewalk with her back against a lamppost and humming to herself.
This probably didn't look at all like what it was, which would be a preliminary attempt at taking Jack's suggestion from a few days ago and making use of her experience in delivering letters to people. (Most of which had been her father's attempts to trick people into giving him money, granted, but still.) Yes, typically looking for a job entailed just going in to apply, but despite Fandom being thus far much kinder than home Éponine assumed out of habit that they'd take one look at her (still in the same scavenged castoffs, and still barefoot) and say no. Therefore, equally out of habit, she'd resorted to more . . . circumspect methods: namely observing people as they came and went from the post office, trying to get a sense of the place, what the employees were like, and which of them might be the most approachable. As strategies went, this one had almost always worked for her before.
Mostly it just looked like she was staring into space, occasionally taking a break to glance down at the carnations in the bottle by her feet, laugh and say something like "How nice, that's never happened before!" Then she'd lapse into silence, look thoughtful, and go back to sneakily watching the door.
[OOC: Just establishy, since I won't be around tonight. Ahahahahaha like she needs to know it's Valentine's Day ahahahaha oh my god no.]