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ignoring cat’s inability to write leave one in my askbox and my muse will write about the following [x] NO LONGER ACCEPTING.

Dear Maximus,

         Gladiator…  If you’re getting this letter, I’m probably gone.  Being a criminal on the streets got harder and harder to hide as I continued to tend to you.  You’re not exactly low-key anymore, the public is impressed by you.  And with you getting constant attention, so did I.  And, well, I don’t know what they’ll do with me.

                              Death, maybe?                              Jail… possibly.                              Most likely slave.  Servant.

          Men crave young girls like me and, unlike you, they are not friendly or respectful.  They are sick… creepy.  And I can’t cook very well so they’ll have to find some other use for me…  I’ll hope for cleaning.

                             Anyways, this isn’t the point of the letter.

             I just wanted to thank you.  For…  being so strong, so brave.  Watching you has given me courage and hope.  I don’t think I’ve had either for a long time.  And even though I will still be nothing more than filth, it doesn’t feel so bad anymore.  Because I found a friend, someone who cares for me.  Thank you for reminding me that not all people are bad.

                      That there are some nice ones in this world.

         Good luck…  Be safe.                               I hope the gods watch over you and help you find peace.

                                                                  Love,                                                                      Street Cat 

                      Javert’s expression is solemn, matching his currently-calm                                                     demeanour. Anyone close to the man knows that such                                          an emotion would not                                                                              l a s t .                                                                    

            But he liked the element of surprise.                                  No one has to know that not a single man is  close  to                                                     this Inspector, the ruthless protector of the law.

                         “ — Slaughtered? For what reason?                   Are they b a d men?”

   Gone was that pleasant, diplomatic smile the old Duke had. Gone were his tactics of coaxing and bribery. No, the warrior before him had rejected his most generous of offers, and for what? A bunch of dirt. 

   And the idea that a man could be satisfied with such humble possessions infuriated the old codger. Why should he be happy to be so destitute, when the Duke had all the riches he could hope for, and yet still had a thirst and a need for more, and a feeling of lacking? 

   ”You’ve made a terrible choice, boy,” he snapped, “Fine then. Go off and be merry with your dirt and your weeds. You’ll probably find that perhaps sticking with me could have been a safer decision.” 

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               ”Love….  I don’t really understand love,                   I don’t think.  After all, the only love ever                   been given to me has been fake or, well,                   unwanted.

                                     But if I know anything, it’s that there’s                                     more than one kind of love.  If I have any                                     such feelings for Maximus, it is the sort                                     of love that is for one you respect… One                                     you try to help and wish to please.

                He’s suffered and lost a lot.  I cannot                save him nor can I save myself… 

A smirk twitched the god’s dark lips, but was soon suppressed. Hades had picked on an insecurity! At least, it looked like one of Maximus’ insecurities. When the god brought it up, the man fell apart. He looked downright hopeless. That had to be precious, delicate insecurity. 

What fun. 

"You fear correctly, big guy!" the Lord of the Dead chimed with a happy little smile as he leaned on the bars of cell. There was no point in hiding his schadenfreude. "I mean, ya haven’t really done anything heroic. Your resume sounds pretty violent, not caring and compassionate and all that other bullshit.” A shrug. 

"I can always help you out with that, ya know…." The smile fell into a stony expression. Business was being discussed again. "Look, I’m not sayin’ you have to make a decision right now, but…" His golden gaze fell to the ground, feigning a nonchalant attitude. "Ya know…"

First of all: It took me a long time before I decided to ask for any help. I found out about this opportunity to see Sierra Boggess in concert (which is a travelable distance, though still far), and, as I live nowhere close to her usual performance venues in New York City, it seemed too good to be true. — Which it still almost is, as I am a university student struggling very hard financially at the moment. I am currently working three jobs & am having to contemplate relocating to a cheaper school.

Any funds contributed will be used solely for the expenses on this trip. Traveling alone will be around $140, and the ticket can range from $20-$250. Any rollover money can be used to purchase a premium ticket (where I would get to meet Sierra!). Anyway — you can definitely donate anonymously on this website, if you would like. Any amount you are willing to give would help (even 50 cents, though I’m not sure if that is even allowed)…

OF COURSE, this is not just me asking for charity completely — I would be happy to compensate you with roleplaying needs, such as icons, banners, or promo graphics! Just send me a message on tumblr and you’ve got it. Seriously. I want to GIVE YOU SOMETHING IN RETURN for such a helpful act of kindness. 

And, of course, please do not feel pressured to donate. Money is so tricky nowadays, and everything you choose to spend it on has an immense effect. This is not some sort of not for profit charity, and I totally understand if you think this is crazy.  Sierra has just been such an inspiration for me with certain hardships this past year, both with my family & my jobs. 

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          The Inspector hardly likes the man’s sarcastic                               tone, but his audacity causes Javert to smirk.

                                    It gives him something to admire.

          His  expression  is certainly a  terrible   one —                               greatly unpracticed  to say the least. He steps           forward and bows stiffly.

                     “As my title suggests, monsieur; I’m an                      Inspector. I have come simply to watch.”