EPONINE BOYER, THE MOON

biography

Eponine is mentally unbalanced - yes, she’s a bit skewed. Her mind’s sometimes sitting on the bottom edge of the see-saw, sometimes the top. It’s at an incline, either way. Unbalanced, a bit of a giggle and a titter. That’s funny, isn’t it? She’s not crazy no, she’s just a bit unbalanced, like an unpaved road or nuclear fall out.

She’s always been clumsy and has too many scars to count. She thumbs them like piano keys occasionally. Makes up stories because she doesn’t remember the real ones, the mundane ones. Falling down and slicing her leg on a glass table isn’t right, no. It slips her memory and is replaced by a street chase. Cutting her thumb on the edge of a can is actually a minuscule battle wound from an unimaginable tussle in the streets.

Eponine prefers to not talk about herself and rather goad others to talk about themselves. She can’t just be an idle listener, but she plays her words in what she’d like to think as a strategic way; however, try as she might, there is no rhyme or reason to a single moment of her life. She is a precipice of unpredictability and the inevitable.

If you find her, before her ninth time to die, ask her for work. To stay alive Eponine will do what you ask. But she thinks this way is fun - she gets to learn about you, she gets to bargain and argue. Do you need a date, do you need someone to die? Do you need to find the perfect ring, do you need a message sent? For a bit of material things, and always for the price of the inmaterial, Eponine will help. Give her a secret and a command, let her imagine and giggle and make her own assumptions and then the errand-dog will bark and run.

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