#playponine

submitted by gingerjehan

It had been a night like any other, that is, until he was jumped. Sneaking around through the alleys was a normal occurrence for him. He hadn’t planned on being attacked though. Perhaps if he had made someone mad, he could understand how he ended up laying on the ground, bloody and weak and unable to move. And yet, he was just minding his own business when he had found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now, staring up at the cloudy sky, he was holding the phone to his ear. His vision was blurred and eyes slipped shut once in awhile. Blood flowed from all over his body, making a puddle underneath him. He hated to admit he needed help, but he really needed help.Hearing his daughter’s gentle ‘hello?’ on the other end caused a small gasp to escape his lips. He had thought she wouldn’t answer. “‘Ponine? My ‘Ponine! Please, help—” he trailed off, gasping for air, which resulted in coughing up blood. 

"It gives you more time to live your life at   least. You can explore, have adventures."

"I believe you— but this is important, Ponine. I could lose my job." 

[ e p o n i n e ;; ] : I am offended i thought you knew who i were

And the punk is the winnerrrrrr

❝You're completely sure about this?     There's nothing I can do to convince          you that this is a bad idea? ❞