Old habits die hard...

[makeflowersgrow]

Who: Eponine and anyone who happens upon her
When: May 21st
Where: Sector 5
Summary: Eponine, terrified that the luxury of the newcomers' apartments will be snatched away from her, is up to her old tricks. She's found the richest area of town she could, and is on the look out for anyone she can pickpocket or who would be interested in 'entertainment'.
Warnings: Eponine will try her best to pick your pockets. So, I guess, if you're the type to swear... language?

Eponine had been in Sirens Port for a few days now. She didn't really understand what had happened, how she'd ended up here, or why. Or really, where here was.
But in her opinion, ANYWHERE was better than France. Especially when that 'anywhere' provided her with the most luxurious room she had ever had all to herself, AND gave her food. It was more than Eponine had ever dared to dream would become a reality for herself.

But Eponine was all too aware that dreams ended. And she was determined, that when this dream ended, she wouldn't be thrown back into a nightmare empty handed.

Which was why she was stood in the shadows of Region 5. After exploring, she had determined that this was a more affluent area of town, and the people here more likely to be carrying valuables. She stood, waiting patiently, for a target to walk past. And then, on silent feet, and with a featherlight touch, Eponine would be pushing her hand into their pockets to take anything she could.

((ooc: So Eponine is pickpocketing. Feel free to catch her nicking your stuff; I have an open-write policy, so I will go with whatever you dream up for her!))

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[plum_that_snaps]

Hinamori hesitated, considering. There was nothing of tremendous value in her purse, and if the girl who had taken it was truly in need, perhaps she was better off letting it go. And yet—it irked her sense of justice to not put up a fight.

She closed her eyes, pushing away the tiredness that clawed at her mind. Even on the city streets, she could follow the feel of a human's spirit, and recognized the one that had brushed past her. Hinamori gathered her strength for a single flash-step, pushing off the ground to appear almost instantly in front of Eponine. She turned on a heel and looked the girl directly in the eyes. "Please," she said gently. "This isn't the right thing to do."

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Eponine started back, startled. How had that girl appeared in front of her? Eponine had been walking the other way. And yet-

"Are you magic, mademoiselle?"

Lets avoid the subject of the purse, because looking into that girl's eyes made her feel incredibly guilty. She wasn't about to hand it over, though. Finders keepers and all that.

[plum_that_snaps]

The question made Hinamori freeze. It was strange, being here where humans could see her. She sometimes forgot that not everyone knew what she was. "No," she answered, "well, yes, perhaps, sort of..." The girl had thrown her for a loop. Because despite her looks, Hinamori was a hundred and twenty-five years old, and she couldn't help but have compassion on Eponine, who was... exquisitely young.

"I'm... something like a ghost... or a god," Hinamori said. "But I'm human, too, just like you. I don't want to hurt you. I just... want my things back." There was kindness in her eyes; firm disapproval, too, but also kindness.

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A god?
But God was a man. And he was only for rich people.
But still, Eponine was absolutely determined.

"I do not have your things, Mademoiselle." She could look Hinamori in the eye with practised ease. Eponine could lie with the best of them. And she wasn't going to give up her find without a fight.