The Rebellion discussion

Where the food is. Everybody comes here for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Jamie walked into the nearly empty room. She was early for breakfast, as normal. She walked up to one of the cooks, who already had her plate prepared. With a brief word of thanks, Jamie walked to her normal table in the corner farthest from the entrance door. She sat down and began eating.

When done eating, Jamie stood up, disposed of the remainder of her breakfast and walked out. She wanted to work at the training yard for a while.

Eponine walked in, trying to decide what to eat, deciding to just grab a bagel and some apple juice before moving over to sit at the table pushed back in the corner, which, as a general rule, was her table. No one else sat there, everyone else at least attempted to socialize. It the morning she was typically very withdrawn, locked up in her head. Thinking about things, this morning, it was him.

Jim wandered about, looking for important people. Emma hadn't come with him, so he was quite shy and it was difficult to explain, so he decided to go where he was welcome...The Mess Hall!

Jim thundered in, waving to a little cooking lady whom he liked to wash dishes with.

"Jim!" she said in greeting.

"'ello." Jim replied, kneeling so that he was at her level, "I need help."

"Oh?" she asked and planted her hands on her hips, "Well, shoot."

"I need important people, like you. You are in charge of the kitchen, right?" Jim asked.

"Indeedillidoo!" she responded, then pointed over to Eponine, "Why doncha grab Eponine and we'll get goin'."

"Oh! Th-thank you!" Jim said as he quickly got up and clumsily ran to Eponine, "M-Miss Eponine?" he asked, standing several feet away from her.

Eponine looked up, smiling softly, finishing off her breakfast. "Hey Jim, is there something I can do for you?" she asked, clueless as to what was going on in the command room. She quirked her head to the side, a couple strands of hair escaping from where she had pulled them back. She tucked the pieces behind her ear. She felt more relaxed now after she had slept, her legs curled around her chair, her ankles crossed.

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((Sorry! >.<))

Jim smiled back at her and slapped the sides of his legs nervously as he spoke, "Well, Miss Emma and Mister William asked me to come and get you and bring you to the command room." he explained while his curious eyes shifted around.

Eponine smiled at him, picking her trash up, tossing it in the trash can. She didn't really get the urgency of the situation. She had a quick walk though, a long stride, not typical for a girl her age, nor her height. It was from when she used to have to hurry around town unseen. She turned back, looking at Jim, "Are you coming? Or is there someone else you have to get?" she asked kindly, a little bewildered that he was just kind of standing there.

William took his food and sat in the far corner of the room, quite unusual for him, as he normally sat in the middle of the room. He slammed his fist into the table, letting all his fury into the slam. The few people in the Mess Hall looked at him curiously, and William muttered an apology.

Henrietta was not long after Will. Her belly had been rumbling all morning, and she wasn't about to miss a meal because of some dumb headsets. she walked in the moment Will struck the table. She clenched her teeth together. The next few hours were going to be difficult and she could only see it getting worse from there.
She grabbed a sandwich and refilled her tea mug and sat on the opposite end of the table as Will. Now wasn't the time to let everyone go there separate ways for reflection. The team needed to be solid, and in her experience, solidity meant less space between people. She didn't say anything, just sat there in hopes of reminding him that they, or more specifically, she was there for him.

" 'Etta!" Ink yelled from the other end of the hall as he dashed towards her. He nearly tripped - twice - but eventually he made it. The only off thing was that he was wearing a mess of black, purple and dark blue makeup.

"Heeeeey." He said, trying to smooth in quickly he leaned forward and put his arm around his shoulder. "My angel. My evening star. I need help. I tried to make myself look tired and sick but I think I just look like a stripper that got into a fist fight, mind helping me out love?"

Eponine moved into the mess hall, careful not to draw attention to herself, whereas Ink had totally messed up trying to have a look that didn't draw any attention really, she looked like she had been on the street forever, scuffed up and a little tattered, but not overly so, to make it look intentional. She had followed Ink in, though all attention had immediately gone to him, so Eponine just went to get some food, thinking she would go back to the bunks and eat on her own.

((What she looks like: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

(Gotta love Ink man...Gotta lurve Ink.))

((And his wonderful roleplayer who keeps things interesting (: ))

((Awwwww! Thank you. >.<))

Henrietta laughed as soon as her eyes set upon Ink's face. "Living up to your name, eh Ink?" she chuckled. Seeing Eponine behind him, she sighed.She had hoped to get in a word with Will, but it would have to wait.
"I don't know why you don't ask her for help," she commented. "She seems to know what she's doing."

Will ate his meal, and at the loud entrance of Ink, left quickly, placing his dirty tray and plate at near the kitchen sinks. Sighting Eponine, he smiled briefly before leaving the Mess Hall, heading towards the Bunks.

Eponine took her food, not very much, only a sandwich and some fruit, a small bad with a couple of cookies in it. She heard Henrietta suggesting Ink go to her and prayed he wouldn't, she just wanted a little quiet time in the bunks before this whole thing went down, this could be it for her, if they found out about her association with these people, even though it wasn't even her fault, it was her parents, but it still freaked her out, they would know her. She scurried a little nervously from the mess hall, going for the bunk, barely even noticing that she passed Will in her hurry.

Ink watched Eponine leave, just a flint of concern flashing across his eyes, but it left within a moment, "What do I say?" he asked with a devilish grin, "YOu look poor! Help me be as wretched as you!"

He laughed heartedly, but it died off quickly. He flicked the ide of her tea mug to make a 'ping' noise, "Tell me, wise one...Are Eponine and Will a thing? They act like they're divorced or something."

Henrietta shrugged. "I'm not sure what exactly is going on." she commented honestly. "They were pretty lovey this morning and before she passed out. But then there was something with Emma and something else and who knows?"
She liked Will, Emma and Eponine, but sometimes the drama really confused her. "I supposed that's what we get for working with teenagers." She joked.

"Hnnn." Ink mused under his breath, and rubbed all over his face. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with such things. Why couldn't William get it together? He and Emma were made to be together. Poor Emma was labled as his trusty companion. Not even - she was his servant. If he said jump off that cliff, she would do it. If he said he wanted to see her at her mist vulnerable, she would strip naked and hold a gun to her head. If he said do this, she would.

Yet he still didn't get it.

"Ai ya!" Ink breathed, rubbing Eponine's arms to warm her while they sat in front of each other in the mess hall, "Next time you try to run away, don't forget ya coat, yeah?" he laughed, and took his hands from her and rubbed his sore knee, contemplating his next move. It was very obvious that intimacy wasn't going to be his special area unless she had a kink for basically being treated as unspecial as they come. Like a robot, he had demo phrases, voice commands and an array of motor commands, but that was it. So as a relapse, unless she wanted to bang a robot, it wasn't going to happen for now.

"What now?" he asked, removing his coat from his shoulders, "Wanna play Monopoly until it's four in the morning?"

Eponine was glad to finally be out of the cold, leaning in close to Ink, feeling like she at least had opened him up a little not wanting to lose that. She knew that pushing him too far would make him go back to that faraway place, and she didn't want that. She gently took his hands, biting her lip as she looked up at him. "We could start with monopoly, and go from there?" she offered, thinking a nice little game night would be nice. "Ink, thank you...for everything."

Ink watched her take his hands and stared at them for a while, processing what she had said. He had actually said monopoly as a joke because it was those games that went on forever...and ever...and ever...an on...and on, and- what? Thank you?

He looked up, staring at her nose so he could have something to stare at. Were those...freckles? He liked freckles, "Really, no "thank-you"s. I did what was necessary and I happened to get very lucky." he insisted, arching a brow.

"You didn't have to go after me, Ink. You didn't have to do that, but you did. That's why I'm thankful," Eponine told him softly. She looked up at him, thinking that she was the one who got lucky. "Did I do something stupid today? Will this rue. Everything upside down?" She asked him, wondering what will had done after she had run off.

Ink stood, flipped the chair around and straddled it so he could lean against the back with his arms crossed on top, "Well..." he sighed, resting his chin on his bony arms, "I don't know. I think you sent him a message by taking off. Why you needed to send that message is not for me to ask, or know if it's not necessary." he reasoned.

"I don't know, it's like everything I do he questions, he wants me to be docile and just submit to him, while I would risk everything to keep people safe. I just can't do what he wants me to. I can't listen to him sometimes. He wanted me to back out of this, to stay away from this mission because he thought I would get hurt. There are other things I'm more worried about," she admitted, not sure why this was all just rolling off her tongue, but she wasn't going to stop it, she trusted Ink.

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Ink bit his thumb while he listened to her, sorting out possibilities, "Well, it sounds like he has this overbearing need to protect you. If he wanted to protect someone it's amazing he hadn't gone to Emma." he pointed out, "I think he finds you an attractive person both in beauty and personality, but what you're saying is right. He probably does just want you to submit so he can protect."

"I don't need protection. I can do all of this myself. I don't want to be the damsel in distress. I rarely am. I just need room to make my own choices. I'm not a doll, nor am I a fool," she sighed softly. "I want him to start seeing us as equals. I will go to that base, and I will find out anything they may be doing. Would you, are you still willing to come with me?" she asked him, thinking that now she was the one person she could trust with her secret.

Ink laughed and gave her a thumbs up, "Hell yeah! These guys need yo know who they're playing with or they're gonna be sorry. I'm in with you Eponine, always and forever." he told her enthusiastically.

Eponine couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, her shoulders relaxing. "Meet me here tomorrow morning, we'll go in alone. No one else needs to know. We don't need to communicate with them, it always just makes us more suspicious to everyone else anyway," she started laying out plans in her head, the route to take, the things to wear. "And Ink, let me handle your makeup this time," she told hims softly, giggling, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Hold on." he hushed, raising his hands to calm her, "Eponine. I'm all for essentially showing William who is right and who is wrong, but I think you're underestimatin' how dangerous going it alone with no one knowing really is." he told her, shaking his head.

He put a hand over his heart, "Believe me Eponine, having someone know could have your life. It's the difference between dying from a wound, or living with a scar." his hand wandered down to his stomach and he looked her in the eye intently, "I would know."

He put his hand on her back and pulled her close, "Even if it's just one of Emma's random homeless people, someone has gotta know."

"Trust me, the disguises are all your's." he laughed, grinning happily. He looked away from her at the clock, "It's getting late Eponine. C'mon, it's bed time for you." he told her, then stood up from his chair.

Eponine looked up as he tried to get her to consider things. She looked over to him, a slight frown on her lips. "I can't tell anyone here. If I do, it will get back to Will, and he'll throw a fit. I don't want that," she told him, agreeing to tell someone, but she couldn't have it getting back to Will. He couldn't know at all until it was over. She was a little surprised as he pulled her close, though it felt good better than she had expected. She liked the sound of his laugh, the look of his grin. It made her relax, made her feel more at ease. At mention of bed, she shook her head. "I'm not going back to the bunks, and I doubt Emma would let me crash in the med ward," she said with a sigh, still staying close to him.

"Aaah." he sighed, and reached up to rub the back of his neck. "Well. I have a sofa in my apartment above that bar." he suggested. He wrinkled his nose, "But my boss comes and bangs in the door any time she wants."

Ink mulled over the idea, "Will would FREAK if he found out though about my...er...Job."

Ink looked down at Eponine, sky blue eyes becoming just as serious Will's when he was angry.

"And he ISN'T going to figure it out. IS HE?" Ink asked. He wrapped his hands around Eponine's shoulders "William us under the impression that I'm crossing from Abrova and back, working there regularly. He thinks they pay better up there. He. CAN'T. Know."

"Ink, no. I would never tell Will. He can go after me all he wants, but I won't let him now everything you do for him," Eponine told him, feeling a little hurt that he thought she would just go blabbing his secrets like meaningless gossip. She cover one of his hands with her own, her eyes totally serious. "He won't know, Ink. I promise," she told him, her thumb stroking reassuringly over his long fingers. She would rather spend the night with him over that terrible place than in the bunks with Will.

((I feel like they should go to this place, and someone should follow them and make the Russians think they're being invaded.))

Ink paused to look her in the eye to portray his desperation, and saw only truth and the color of her eyes. He tksed, grinned crookedly, then pulled her against him into a hug. He rested his cheek against her head and rocked back and forth.

"I'm glad I can trust ya." he told her happily. His heart rattled a bit from having her right against him - her body against his. He could smell her, feel the hardness in her shoulders and back, but the softness in her chest and belly.

"Hmmmm." he exhaled, then loosened his hold if she wanted to step away.

Eponine was a little surprised as he pulled her into a hug, but she willingly complied wrapping her arms around his stomach and closing her eyes, relaxing into him, her head landing on his shoulder. "I'n glad I have you," she admitted softly, shifting back only slightly when he loosened his hold, going up on her tip toes to press her lips softly to his cheek. "I never even gave you a chance before this, I wish I could have seen how big of a mistake that was," she admitted, arms still lightly around his waist as she let herself be vulnerable and open with him, a side of her anyone rarely ever saw.

Ink raised a brow and shrugged, "It was probably the piercings." he joked, then wiggled his ears - a little known skills, "These bad boys can give the wrong impression." he continued, the leaned down, touching his nose to her's.

"Plus you were too cute to roll with me, still are, but that's your choice." he laughed, then nipped the tip of his nose with his teeth and straightened, "well, let's blow this popsicle stand."

Ink paused, leaned down again and kissed her cheek gently, "I think I might be in love with you." He confessed.

Eponine laughed softly, liking the way he wiggled his ears, it was cute and endearing. Eponine shook her head at him. "Or it could be the bad habit of scaring me half to death, and the outlandish outbursts," she teased him softly, thinking that if she had known there would be times like this between them, times with this new, kind side of Ink, she would have given him more of a chance.

A soft giggle escaped her at his compliment and his nipping at her nose. She wanted so badly to just kiss him, she wouldn't though. She knew he had his limits, and she wouldn't push him. He could control how this went. She looked up to him, a little surprised at his words, never expecting him to speak so candidly. She smiled at him, a radiant smile on her lips now. "I've already fallen for you," she told him softly, "Now come on, popsicle stand blowing time," she teased.

I have to be back in a few hours, after lunch for sure. But I guess I can stick around for a while. Ink thought, sitting down at a table with open chairs.

He felt like an old man, and he wanted to lay down and wish for relief. He felt as if there was so much going on, yet there was nothing for him to do. He had gained and lost so much in the past 24 hours that it seem unbelievable. Feeling as if he had an obligation to always be the entertainer, he rubbed his jaw with one hand (covering his mouth) to hide his static expression. There was really no point to it, but it was almost impulsive.

"Nah. I'm good." he replied calmly, shaking his head, "Do you? I bet you're famished, yeah?"