Court Confessions (open)|INACTIVE

[romeo]

Romeo had a lot on his mind lately, with the upcoming ball...and his "other" obligations always on hand life was kind of hectic. he often played late night basketball to clear his mind...he often questioned if his choice in lifestyle was all that necessary, he enjoyed the money and popularity yet he couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness he felt at times.

as he raced and preped the play for a dunk, flashes of that girl from church pressed his mind yet again...as he caught the rebound and began dribbling...he began speaking to himself...."marrying some guy you don't know...sheez where's the logic in that" he protested in a playful tone...as he reached for his cell he called Mercutio and his dear cousin, sure it was 3 am but those two never slept ESPECIALLY a party animal like Mercutio, as he got the voice mail he laughed to himself...."at it again eh" he just kept shooting shots as the echos of the chaned hoops resonated....

[ÉPONINE THÉNARDIER]

If someone were to look in the dictionary at the entry of the phrase 'street rat,' a picture of Éponine would surely accompany it. She still hadn't managed to make her way out of the Bronx. That was the way it often worked. If she wound up in a particular place, circumstances beyond her control would often keep her from moving on any time soon. Circumstances such as the availability of food and shelter were among those that prevented Éponine from moving to a more lucrative environment. She'd been in the Bronx for a while now, mostly because she didn't have a lot of money right now - almost none, really - and there were a few acquaintances in the Bronx area that would allow her to crash at their places without cost. Fagin was one of these, but he didn't like to keep Éponine around for long for fear of frightening away customers. She didn't blame him. Éponine wasn't exactly good for business.

Another circumstance that had cropped up was the sports season. This meant that the Bronx was crowded and that the sports arenas needed extra hands. The jobs available were not often permanent, but that was okay with Éponine. Whatever could get her some money was all right. She just needed money for food and some clothing, and since a regular paycheck was beyond her hopes of possibilities, she knew that she wouldn't likely get a place of her own any time soon. Éponine was not well suited for most American work. Her English was rough and her accent difficult for most to understand, so waitressing wasn't a possibility. Besides, Éponine would probably eat all the food she was supposed to serve. Anyway, a waitress or hostess often had to be at least mildly appealing to the eyes. Most days, Éponine was not attractive enough for employers to want to hire her. She was bone-thin, sallow, and often dirty, since she didn't have means to clean herself.

Any job that Éponine could get would have to be temporary and behind the scenes. To be honest, Éponine didn't work well under people, so she usually had to be really hungry in order to actively seek out a job. This didn't mean that she was lazy. If she could get a job, she would work hard. Unfortunately, her education had been lacking in such a way that she had very few skills that would prepare her for any long term job. After all, she hadn't attended school in eight years, since she'd moved to New York. She could do basic math and she could at least read and write, but anything advanced was beyond her. This was why sports season was her saving grace. The jobs available required no skills, and Éponine could often make enough money to live off of for a couple of months after the big sports seasons ended. Right now, she was in the midst of it, and she was living high for her standard. She had been working odd jobs for the past several weeks, and the money she'd accumulated had been enough for her to replenish her wardrobe.

Éponine was currently at the sports arena, wrapping up a day working behind the scenes for the basketball season. She'd found a place to lurk until everyone had left, including the maintenance crew: the locker room. Once everyone had left, she stole some antibacterial soap off of a cart and hopped into one of the team showers. Dirt and grime slid off of her, and she scrubbed the scar on her chest carefully to clean it out without irritating it too badly. It wasn't a fresh scar by any means, but it had been deep and it still hurt if she wasn't careful. Once she'd considered herself reasonably clean, she'd pulled on her 'new' clothes, which hung on her a bit. This was okay, though, because more fabric meant more warmth. She'd been able to afford a new pair of shoes, so she laced them on and slyly left the locker room, which thankfully hadn't locked from the inside.

As she exited, checking all directions, she heard an odd sound coming from the open arena. Curiosity got the better of her and she went to investigate. Before she could tell what was going on, a big ball bounced toward her across the court. She squeaked and dove out of the way. She wasn't sure who'd thrown it or why they were here, but she realized with frustration that whoever it was would know of her presence by her cry of alarm. She had meant to sneak out without anyone being the wiser, but it seemed it was too late for that. "'Ey! Do ya mind not aiming for ze innocent bystander?" Éponine demanded, placing her hands on her jean-clad hips. Yes, Éponine was actually wearing jeans, her first pair in over two years. It was one of the perks of sports season. However, it seemed that being hit by random flying objects might be one of the downsides.

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[romeo]

Romeo was dribbling about as his blond bangs swayed in motion and his skin glistened a shimmering complexion Romeo felt the feeling of freedom as he lined up for a three pointer jump shot....suddenly a reflection of the church appeared before his eyes and as a result totally messed what was in essence a perfect shot, as the ball rebounded off the backboard off the court towards the locker rooms...

"I don't even have a name to remember her by....why am I so caught up in such spiral? why should I be concerned with that which does not concern me?....Romeo was sad in the sense that he couldn't really do anything about his feelings, he was star struck yet could not reason as to why, it may be a tad cliche but Romeo knew something was different about this mystery woman he'd long to see again. Was he in love? or was it simply the notion of wanting to be loved?....was it raw attraction or sincere appreciation for her beauty?....he often wondered how she'd be as a person and if she too would ever see him the same way, as questions raced through his mind rain began to poor heavily as if to wash away his worries...all of a sudden a small french accent caught his ear

'Ey! Do ya mind not aiming for ze innocent bystander?" a thin young woman called out, she was younger then Romeo, granted she was rough on the edges but anyone could see underneath it all she was a knock out. Romeo answered "I'm sorry miss...my thoughts escape me at such hour...did I startle you?" as he reached out a hand to help her up from hiding..."Romeo Montague at your service, you my friend are going to be late do you need a lift home?....just give me a minute to shower and change and i'll be glad to give you a lift...it'll be my way of apologizing for attacking you with the ball of death (laughter)"

This girl was an interesting individual to say the least, she was really like a rubix cube colorful yet complex, garbing a towel from his gym bag Romeo was making his way to the locker room all the while he still couldn't shake that mysterious blond from his thoughts he had faith that something would reunite them soon....

[ÉPONINE THÉNARDIER]

Éponine glared with distaste at the leather-bound ball that had come her way. She might get her best jobs at sports arenas, but she had no athletic talent herself at all. Of course, she hadn't had much experience playing sports. Perhaps if she had she wouldn't be that bad. All she knew was that she related basketball to teenage hooligans hanging out on the pavement with their pants down to their knees. Not a pretty picture. It didn't help that she'd just now nearly been decapitated by a large basketball traveling at high speeds. She found that sports typically reduced possibly intelligent people to crowds of drooling animals. There were enough of those in the world. It didn't need anymore.

Éponine looked up suspiciously at the blond boy who ran over. Usually Éponine wasn't distracted by appearances, but even she couldn't deny that this was a very attractive male specimen. She felt a bit insecure, as she knew she was not that attractive. She forgot that she'd just gotten out of the shower. Éponine was almost skeletal in appearance on her worst days, but due to the recent money she'd acquired, she'd been able to get some food and clean herself up a bit, so she wasn't quite as pitiful as she usually was. Still, when around Clinkers with good looks, Éponine couldn't help but feel really insecure about her own appearance. She'd once been pretty, but that had been a long time ago. Surely with some cleaning up she could still look that way, but she would need a bit more than a shower to look her best.

The boy had introduced himself. Romeo was a funny name, but she shouldn't talk. Éponine wasn't exactly a common name, either. She was suspicious of the boy who was now helping her into a straighter position because of his words. She couldn't help but be slightly appalled at what he was suggesting. She might not be the most well-off person in the world but her mother had raised her to be a lady! She wasn't just some person he could pick up off the street for a night of fun. "Excusez-moi? What kind of a girl do ya zink I am? I expect ya want me ta 'elp ya shower, too, eh?" She snatched her hand out of his, a disgusted look on her face. It had sounded like he was trying to pick her up. Where had he been raised, in a zoo?

The thought occurred to her that maybe he was just being polite, but it seemed a strange way to do so in her opinion. He hadn't even asked for her name and yet he was offering her a ride home. He didn't know that she didn't even have a home to go to! He didn't know that she could easily locate his no doubt abundantly filled wallet and be out like a flash, he being none the wiser. Of course, Éponine didn't usually like to take the wallets of people with whom she'd been conversing; it felt a little more criminal that way. So he might have gotten lucky. Still, the whole situation just raised the hairs on the back of her neck and put up red flags in her head. He had a charming laugh, but the ones to look out for always did.

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[romeo]

"Excusez-moi? What kind of a girl do ya zink I am? I expect ya want me ta 'elp ya shower, too, eh?" the young girl called out in a brief and slightly hostile tone, Romeo was groomed to be polite and was not one to make others uneasy but even he couldn't hold his laughter at what was clearly a misunderstanding. "(laughter) do you take me for some deranged stoker?...I assure you miss a Montague would make for a poor stoker given the press we receive, (catches breath) I'm sorry my manners leave me tonight...I seem to keep apologizing to you...but to be honest you remind me of a dear friend of mine so it proves difficult to not laugh...you two are really quite similar in nature"

Romeo was quite amused by this young girl's youthful flame, she reminded him of a kid sister in a sense...Romeo had always wanted one as a child but was never blessed with one hence he held a soft spot for such people. Romeo made his way to his classic car he adored so much, his mind still preoccupied on that mysterious woman from the other night who was sure to have a date for the ball tomorrow. A feeling of sadness rushed over him yet Romeo was infamous for living in the moment...as he starts his engine he felt guilty and had a strange feeling in his gut he drives off for a few seconds and as he looks back at the young woman and presses reverse to match her eye level...

Romeo lets out a smile as he pulls out a small white handkerchief from his glove box and waves it in the air and speaks playfully" I come in peace...why don't you let me make things up to you miss seeing as we got off on the wrong foot tonight, you see there's this ball tomorrow and to be honest I really don't have anyone to accompany me as a date, we could go as friends if you like? for I must introduce you to Mercutio he'd really take a liking to you" as he brushes the bangs from her face and pats her cheek "BUT first lets go shopping! we don't have much time but the butlers at the manor will make you stunning I assure you" Romeo folded his arms and leaned against his car window as he awaited her response to his crazy but sincere proposition, she was sure to be a head turner she had a natural beauty about her, who knows maybe she could help Romeo with that mysterious woman he'd spent the last few nights thinking about....

"could I at least know the name of the woman I speak to?"