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Post by Gavroche Roo Thénardier on May 15, 2012 5:26:02 GMT -5
[ I'm proud to say that this is officially the first roleplay thread to be posted on the LesMisAvengers website!  ~ADMIN Alexandria ] Gavroche strutted down the streets, keeping hold of his jacket and holding a glare at anyone who walked past him. In his mind, he was the one who ran that town. Not Inspector Javert, not Éponine, and certainly not Thénardier. That lazy bum couldn't acquire a job at a fruit stand if he even tried. Everything would be half eaten by the time the customer paid for what they wanted. Gavroche was a small twelve year old boy, but he believed that he could do anything that an adult could do. He was always telling himself when he had an adult responsibility, or proved himself, "This only goes to show what little people can do!". As Gavroche walked down the street, people annoyingly held out their hands as if he had something to give them. All he had was five francs, a note that Grantaire had given him weeks before, and the clothes on his back. And besides, he didn't owe the world anything. His rotten parents forced him out of the house, while Éponine got pampered as if she was so much more special than he was. No. Nope. He owed nobody anything. If anything, the world owed him for being such a brave young man, sticking up for people and making sure that the town was safe. 'Nobody dares cross me.' He thought to himself as he kept moving, looking around to see if anyone worth talking to was near. It was a rainy day in Paris though, he expected most to be indoors. He didn't see Enjolras passing around papers, or Marius. He hadn't seen any of the student revolutionaries all day. On rainy days like this, usually they were to meet up at the ABC Café where they discussed important matters, and ended up fooling around, making jokes and drinking. But usually it was Grantaire who began those fiascos. Gavroche had seen many of those occurences, and it was always a fun time. So, with that in mind, he headed towards the ABC Café to look for a revolutionary or two. |
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Post by Marianne Enjolras on May 15, 2012 9:24:23 GMT -5
Marianne was also heading towards the cafe, a little later than usual. Her lecturer had kept her behind to discuss a couple of political statements she'd made in her last essay. She was lucky that Professor Tansley was one of the more sympathetic lecturers to the cause, otherwise she'd have a lot of explaining to do. She looked around sadly at the people lining the streets and gave a few sous away, murmuring words about the revolution, asking them to help when the time came.
She was just turning a corner, thinking of going to see if Combeferre was at home, when she saw Gavroche strutting around like he owned the place. She smiled, trying to stay quiet and see if he noticed her. Feeling the rain on her skin, she rolled her eyes. 'Great', she thought. 'Grantaire won't be able to control himself. Rain means a ridiculously drunk Grantaire, dragging the rest of them down with him. Wonderful.' She was debating turning back and going home, but she'd never hear the end of it if she missed a meeting, so she kept quietly tailing Gavroche. Well, it was more fun than making her way directly to the cafe and taking the risk of having to spar with Grantaire.
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Post by Gavroche Roo Thénardier on May 15, 2012 14:37:37 GMT -5
Gavroche felt as though somebody had been following him, and he raised an eyebrow, continuing to walk. After a while, who ever was behind him was really getting on his nerves. He angrily turned around. "What the hell is yo- Oh...Hi, Marianne." He sighed slightly. At least it was someone he knew.. If it wasn't, they would have never heard the end of his rambling. "Are you going to the cafe as well?" He asked, now walking along side her. Why was she still making her way there? The meeting started no less than half an hour ago...
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Post by Marianne Enjolras on May 15, 2012 16:54:04 GMT -5
Marianne smiled slightly as she kept tailing him. For all his streetwise ways, the boy really needed to be more careful. As he turned and confronted her she backed off slightly. "Hey Gavroche." She said quietly. "Yes, I am. Late I know. Awkward. But it was either late or have Javert sniffing around. What would you prefer?" She slowed her pace naturally to walk at his pace. He was some company at least. Someone to keep her from inwardly dreading talking to Grantaie again. She wondered herself why he was going to the meeting, unless it was to try and steal some food. As to her knowledge, Lamarque was alive and well. However, she didn't want to pile him with questions. He'd more than likely make his own reasons known in time.
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Post by Gavroche Roo Thénardier on May 15, 2012 17:11:35 GMT -5
Gavroche scoffed as she mentioned Javert. "He's a dirtbag, simple as that. He doesn't run no town. And he underestimates the power of little people! I have more power than that asshat does. Nobody even likes him! He doesn't know how to inspect, or run the town, or anything for that matter! He probably has somebody help him wipe his ass in the morning!" He had the most serious look on his face as continued to walk. He hated that man with every single fiber of his being.
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Post by Marianne Enjolras on May 15, 2012 17:22:26 GMT -5
She held up her hands in a gesture of peace. "Hey, I wasn't criticising little people, or the power they can have! And I know no one likes him. He just knows how to make life difficult." Smiling at his comments about having someone wipe Javert's ass, she idly wondered if he in fact did. Abusing his power. More than likely, it was one of the convicts duties. "I wouldn't like to be that prisoner" she murmured to herself. Glancing at him, she inwardly shook her head at the look on his face. 'If I can help prevent more cases like him. Less children on the streets...' she thought, 'then maybe there is hope for young people already on the streets, as well as trying to prevent it.'
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Post by Gavroche Roo Thénardier on May 15, 2012 17:33:14 GMT -5
"He's an idiot..." He mumbled as he neared the cafe, and walked inside. Just as he expected...Everyone was partying, jubilant, having a good time. He smiled slightly, and tackle hugged Grantaire. "Grantaire!" He shouted, smirking. Grantaire smiled, and laughed. "Hey, buddy! You seen Inspector Javert around lately?" Gavroche nodded. "Being an idiot, as always. I stole his cap the other day, and ran down the street with it." Grantaire smirked. "High five!" They high-fived, and laughed. "Is Marianne here?" Grantaire asked, and Gavroche nodded. "Yup!" Grantaire walked over to Marianne. "Hey, beautiful." Grantaire winked at her, for the sole purpose of annoying her.
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Post by Marianne Enjolras on May 16, 2012 3:05:26 GMT -5
As they approached the cafe, Marianne checked herself, making sure she was calm and unruffled. Letting Gavroche in first, she took a moment to glance around, making sure they hadn't been followed before following him in. As she saw them, partying, Grantaire in the middle of it all, she sighed. 'No planning tonight then...' She inwardly groaned as Grantaire came up to her. She glared icily at him. "Hello. Nice to see you're drunker than usual. Dragging everyone down with you." She rolled her eyes and turned to go and make her way over to a table. Someone should work, even if the rest were too busy having a good time.
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Post by Marius Arnaud Pontmercy on May 19, 2012 9:18:27 GMT -5
Marius looked up from the table, grinning. "Mam'selle Marianne! I was just telling 'Ferre here what happened to- Oh, where'd he go?" Marius frowned at the gap next to him, where Combeferre had been sitting, where had he gotten to? He shook his head a finished off the glass of wine in his hand. "You're really late! Lucky for you, Grantaire took charge today. He's a top guy, that one!" He stood up clumsily and attempted to make his way over to Grantaire, knocking into a few tables, cheering each time.
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Post by Marianne Enjolras on May 19, 2012 14:23:41 GMT -5
"I was late for a good reason" Marianne snapped. "And Grantaire, taking charge? I'm surprised the cafe hasn't burnt down yet." She sighed and watched him stagger over to Grantaire. Shaking her head, she sat down with a sigh and pulled her notes out from her bag and tried to concentrate. She glanced around for Combeferre, but she didn't see him either. Sighing, she turned to her work, trying to ignore everything going on around her.
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Post by Gavroche Roo Thénardier on Jun 17, 2012 18:31:55 GMT -5
Gavroche looked around, seeing Marius, Grantaire, and the whole gathered group drunk and cheering. "What the..?" He looked around, not spotting a single person who hadn't been hammered out of their mind. He looked over at Marianne, smirking. "I can get drunk too, right? Ahh, the smell of rum in the air...I need something good... Beer! Ho hum!" He ran over to the bar, pouring himself a glass of beer, and downing it before starting on another. "Ahh, this feels good."
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Post by Marianne Enjolras on Jun 18, 2012 9:24:57 GMT -5
Marianne rolled her eyes. "Gavroche, no..." she started to say, before he ran off to get a beer. She bit her lip and looked down at her notes, trying to stop herself from breaking down. She came here to relax and plan, not sit by and watch the others become so intoxicated they couldn't remember their own name. What did that say about her, she wondered. 'Look at me. Sitting here alone, while they get completely drunk out of their backsides. Who's the smarter person?' she said to herself, trying to get the moral highground and console herself. It was no use. She folded her arms onto the table and rested her head on them, trying to stop her tears spilling out at the hoplessness of the amis.
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Post by Gavroche Roo Thénardier on Jun 21, 2012 16:38:16 GMT -5
Gavroche downed a few more, then went back over to Marianne. "'Eyyy...How's it goin'?" He hiccuped. Definitely not the smartest move...For him to down 6 beers like that. But he had figured since everyone else was drunk, it was okay for him to do it too. He felt like the world was spinning ten times over, but he frankly didn't care at the moment since he was so intoxicated. Soon enough there would be double vision for him, and he would collapse over on to the table. Boys his age couldn't handle this much to drink.
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Post by Marianne Enjolras on Jun 22, 2012 3:19:16 GMT -5
Marianne looked at him in dispair. "Gavroche, you're only a child!" she sighed. She looked at him closely. "You've been trying too hard. Ignore these silly people. They are nothing but trouble, especially when drinking. Because this is what happens." She glanced around the room, seeing Courfeyrac flirting with a chair, thinking it was a person, Joly dizzily poking his tongue, trying to see if that was the cause of him feeling ill and Feuilly talking in a loud voice about Poland. "Just look at them all!" she told him quietly, knowing deep down that he would not remember any of this when he recovered. He'd just have a massive headache. Sighing, she kept an eye on the men in the cafe, ready to assist anyone who Grantaire had managed to convince that they weren't drunk enough to calm down and start sobering up.
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