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Post by Eponine on Jun 14, 2007 22:19:05 GMT -5
**ENJY**
*Enjolras rolled his eyes, again, and decided to leave it at that. At least he wasn't singing anymore.*
"You work on that."
*He thought for a second.*
"I think I saw your friend Eponine around. Was she pregnant? My suethor has no idea what Enjy should do next and so moves to discussion of a different sue."
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Post by Marius on Jun 14, 2007 22:20:21 GMT -5
*Marius rubbed his forehead.*
"Yes."
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Post by Eponine on Jun 14, 2007 22:21:46 GMT -5
**ENJY**
*Enjolras looked confused.*
"How the hell did she get here? Better yet, how are we here?"
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Post by Marius on Jun 14, 2007 22:22:48 GMT -5
((Um, what? Who's here and who's not?))
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Post by Marius on Jun 14, 2007 22:31:58 GMT -5
"I've been drunk for the last three months. I've got no answers."
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Post by Eponine on Jun 14, 2007 22:33:09 GMT -5
**ENJY**
*Enjolras snorted.*
"You're starting to remind me of Grantaire."
((omgdedfriendangst!))
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Post by Marius on Jun 14, 2007 22:35:14 GMT -5
"Someone's got to carry on..." *he said with a wry grin.*
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Post by Eponine on Jun 14, 2007 22:36:41 GMT -5
**ENJY**
*Enjolras grumbled.*
"Just because you lived doesn't mean you get to be a smartass. You passed out before anyone besides that Eponine was shot."
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Post by Marius on Jun 14, 2007 22:37:34 GMT -5
*Marius almost smirked.*
"And like I'm so much better off. I'd rather be dead."
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Post by Eponine on Jun 14, 2007 22:38:47 GMT -5
**ENJY**
*Enjolras became extremely serious.*
"Don't say that. You have no idea what it means."
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Post by Marius on Jun 14, 2007 22:44:00 GMT -5
*Marius got to his feet, his dark eyes flashing fire like they hadn't since before the revolution.*
"I'll say whatever I damn well please about it. You talk about love like you know what it means--I can do the same for death."
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Post by Eponine on Jun 14, 2007 22:50:43 GMT -5
**ENJY**
*Enjolras rolled his eyes. He hated it when Marius was right.*
"Maybe you're right. A little. But at least do something useful while you're mourning, or whatever. Like find a real apartment."
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Post by Marius on Jun 14, 2007 22:52:24 GMT -5
"But then I'd have to go through PMing Bonnie-Marie and my typist is tired and lazy. I wouldn't know where to look..."
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Post by Brandi on Jun 15, 2007 6:10:20 GMT -5
But at least do something useful while you're mourning, or whatever. Like find a real apartment." ((Stop trying to take plots out of my inn! Besides, it's perfect for you here, all ghostly as you are. So shut it!)) *Brandi couldn't decide if this was hilarious or terribly pathetic. The singing part was a bit Monty Python. It made her smile. She figured that there was enough drama in there without her complicating things. She quietly picked up her basket and headed down the hall.*
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Post by Eponine on Jun 15, 2007 9:20:03 GMT -5
*Enjolras stared at him.*
"You could try the newspaper, you know, where you found your old apartment. And your old house."
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