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fandomtownies2013-04-16 10:39 am
filleauloup) wrote in fandomtownies2013-04-16 10:39 am
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Fandom Post Office, April 16 (Tuesday)
Éponine was, for reasons she couldn't quite comprehend let alone articulate, very glad to be back at work this week, even if a mishap in the sorting room this morning had resulted in the need to clean up several thousand marbles.
It was nice to be able to walk through doors and find exactly what she expected on the other side, and to go outside whenever she felt like it, and not be unpleasantly reminded of the inside of the Prison des Madelonettes besides.
That she could go about her work without having to keep a tight leash on a very persistent, mischievous, and completely impossible 12-year-old was most likely the best part, admittedly.
Every spare moment she wasn't needed inside, or out on her route, she could be found sitting outside on the steps of the post office with her half-unfocused, glassy stare turned onto the street to watch the passers-by while she sang random, broken phrases of popular (for her time) tunes under her breath. She wouldn't say she was happy, exactly, but it was about as close as she'd been to it in a long time.
. . . not that she expected that state of affairs to last.
It was nice to be able to walk through doors and find exactly what she expected on the other side, and to go outside whenever she felt like it, and not be unpleasantly reminded of the inside of the Prison des Madelonettes besides.
That she could go about her work without having to keep a tight leash on a very persistent, mischievous, and completely impossible 12-year-old was most likely the best part, admittedly.
Every spare moment she wasn't needed inside, or out on her route, she could be found sitting outside on the steps of the post office with her half-unfocused, glassy stare turned onto the street to watch the passers-by while she sang random, broken phrases of popular (for her time) tunes under her breath. She wouldn't say she was happy, exactly, but it was about as close as she'd been to it in a long time.
. . . not that she expected that state of affairs to last.
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