Nov 24, 2014
La Vieille Nouvelle
-takes a deep breath and steps into the bookshop-
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La Vieille Nouvelle
-takes a deep breath and steps into the bookshop-
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-leaves a note on the doorstep again entitiled 'For Joly , with a message saying 'Come see me?'-
This time he finds it on his way out for grocery shopping, so he stuffs it into his pocket and immediatly makes his way to the bookshop, with a frown on his face.
-on the doorstep, places a package, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string with a note that says 'For Joly' on it, a collection of Jules Verne's works, then goes back to work, looking around to make sure that no one saw him-
-when he comes back from school he finds the package on his bed. someone has probably carried it inside. the present on his knees, he opens it and he doesn't need more than a second to realize what it is. he starts crying immediatly, bending over the collection and the string and the brown paper are still in his hands-
-to the nurse as entering the hospital room- Thank you. -turning to the bed- Javert?
-Knocks on the door- javert?
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*shuffling down the hallway wrapped in blankets*
I Am From The Gutters Too || Gavroche & Javert (gavrochethetopoftheclass)
The fuss raised by the bourgeois woman drew a sigh from Javert's throat before he turned to her at last, directing her with a polite smile and listening to her plead her case against the street urchin for theft. It was not as if this was the first time that Gavroche had been caught stealing. No, the street urchin was a common thief, really, often snagging a wallet here or a loaf of bread there with which he could feed the other children that stayed with him in the elephant in the middle of town and quell his own hunger just a tiny bit. More often than not, Javert turned a blind eye pointedly, not wishing to arrest the gamin for simply gaining those necessities which he had no other manner of obtaining.
Today, however, that would clearly not be the case. Assuring the woman that he would take care of the gamin in the proper way that the law necessitated, he made his way away from her, toward where he knew the gamin would come by soon enough to await him. Gavroche never took long to make it back by the elephant after he'd managed a good theft; and that woman's purse was full, he knew well. He'd return with food for the children and himself, and the inspector could let him off with a warning and pretend he had done what he ought. He was a man of the law, yes, but he was not entirely cruel, and he would not leave the child without means to survive, whether illegal or otherwise. A warning would surely suffice.
Tell Me No Lies || Jehan & Javert (askjehanprouvaire)
The faces of the student revolutionaries were not faces that Javert found unfamiliar. No, the inspector had learned them well in the weeks since the semester had ended, since they had begun attempting to stir the people, since they had begun rising up against him and his officers and attempting to take control of the town of their own accord. He did not dislike them, contrary to popular belief. Javert, in fact, actually respected the students in a manner. Many of them were calm students, relaxed men seeking a change in the country that he himself could find logic behind. It was the manner in which they went about attempting this change that left much to be desired for him.
And so he had gotten hold of one of them for questioning. Jean Prouvaire, notably deemed Jehan by his friends, the soft-spoken poet who knew no fears... Javert had paid attention to them enough to know notable things, and Prouvaire was one of the few that had really drawn him in. That a man so seemingly peaceful was willing to continue through with such violence... It was almost surprising. And so he made his way into the interrogation chamber, gesturing off an officer who attempted to accompany him, and took his seat across from the poet with a grave expression, leveling him with an observant look for a moment before speaking. "You're part of the student group, Les Amis." That was a statement, not a question; Jehan could argue if he wished, but Javert had seen him too much not to know. "Why do you stay with them when your deaths are almost certain if you attempt to rise up against the state with any form of violence?"