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A small smirk quirked on his lips as he wandered down the alley, slowing his pace. He looked around, practically waiting for her to walk past him. Henry felt her hand slide into his pocket and he grabbed her wrist as she retracted her hand. “That isn’t very polite, you know.”

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Her gut had been right; she knew it, the second she felt his hand close on her wrist. She should have listened to her instincts and kept back, instead of following. This man was supposed to be an easy target . . . Too easy. But maybe that had been the point. The easier he seemed to be, the quicker someone would take advantage . . . What if he was a gendarme? She couldn't go to jail; she'd seen what jail did to her father. Eponine couldn't go through that, and she felt a sudden wave of panic well in her chest as he stopped her, his hold on her wrist making the young woman try to rip herself free of his grasp.

"Let me go!"

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Henry didn’t often travel, he was afraid that he would tempt himself too much. He traveled light and when he had left the inn, he kept a few trinkets on himself. Henry walked down the streets, watching the crowds walk past him and on the other side of the street. His one hand stayed in his coat pocket as he continued to walk.

A feeling washed over him, the one that made him feel as if he wasn’t alone. Henry turned down an alley, almost certain that he would bring his follower with him.

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Well, lucky for her, he had traveled now and had placed himself in such a position to have drawn attention. Not so lucky for him, though the fact that it was Eponine herself and not her father's gang currently targeting him could be considered a gift. The Thenardiers weren't in a position to be picky about their prey, but there were some people Eponine did genuinely have qualms about going after. She often had to set them aside to do as she was told, playing lookout while her parents scammed or beat their way into a few more sous . . . but not today. Today, this man was practically asking to be robbed, and she was going to be gentle about it, after all.

Seeing him turn down the alley, the brunette paused a moment, glancing around to make sure no police were in sight. Her gut told her that there was something not right, but her eyes spotted nothing out of the ordinary. No Javert, none of his lackeys . . . It was safer than some of the other scams they'd pulled. And so with one last quick glance, she ducked into the alleyway after her mark, slinking forward to brush past him as her hand slipped into his pocket and grabbed whatever she could.

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Anyone out there want to come bug Eponine?

#{off the street}#anyone? bueller?

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#{off the street}

It was easy enough to lose one's way, when it came to the slums of Saint Michel; it was the den of the dredges of Paris society, and the type of place no newcomer should have gone. People who got lost didn't often end up leaving the area unscathed, if they left at all. Those who resided there didn't often stick their necks out for the poor saps who wandered into danger's path, and Eponine was not about to do it without good reason. The man she spotted from her place on the edge of a narrow, crumbling garden wall stood out like a sore thumb, and she almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

He had practically marked himself from the start, coming to the area dressed like that. Jumping down from the perch, the brunette slipped into the crowded streets, following the stranger on bare feet as silent as a cat's. This man was bound to have something worthwhile in his pockets; he wouldn't even miss it. And if he did, well, it was his own fault.

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