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Post by Leia on May 14, 2008 17:23:47 GMT -5
"Yes, there's usually an H in there somewhere."
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 17:28:11 GMT -5
*He shrugged.*
"Parents all want their kids to be unique. And somehow having a strange name constitutes that."
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Post by Leia on May 14, 2008 19:02:19 GMT -5
"Still, there are worse things to start off life with. I know most people weren't as lucky as I was with my family. Well, before the war, anyway."
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 19:05:43 GMT -5
"War?"
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Post by Leia on May 14, 2008 21:35:13 GMT -5
"We lived in a place you wouldn't have heard of- not even a country anymore. When it was invaded, my family died, along with most of the people I knew."
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 21:44:00 GMT -5
*He nodded, thinking.*
"I know how that feels, to lose them all in one fell swoop."
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Post by Mariposa on May 16, 2008 12:58:08 GMT -5
*Having finally hit Paris, Gavroche made a beeline for one of the places he felt he had to see first--the ABC. It had been ages since he was here last, as the previous time he'd been in these walls he'd been just a boy.
He sat down at the bar, setting his dufflebag at his feet...and then got a grin on his face. There was something he'd always wanted to try, and hadn't had the chance to until now*
"'ey, bartender, got any of that stuff that a man named Grantaire used to drink?"
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Post by Grantaire on May 16, 2008 13:13:30 GMT -5
"What?" Grantaire lifted his head from where he'd been napping--not drunk, no, he'd toned that down since taking up in Enjolras' house. But not entirely sober.
"Who says I used to drink! I don't drink anything!" He grumbled and tried to hide his present bottle behind his arm in case he was about to earn a disdainful glance.
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Post by Mariposa on May 16, 2008 14:00:51 GMT -5
*Gavroche turned in the direction of the voice, and at the sight of Grantaire his eyebrows shot up in surprise*
"Wha...what?!" He spluttered.
*He shook his head*
"I must be mad. You're a dead man."
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Post by Grantaire on May 16, 2008 14:04:15 GMT -5
"Clearly, I'm not. Who the hell are you?"
He frowned at the stranger and pulled his bottle in front of him again.
"And it's called absinthe, but I don't touch that anymore. Recently."
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Post by Mariposa on May 16, 2008 15:10:05 GMT -5
*But of course, Grantaire wouldn't recognize him. The last time either had seen the other, Gavroche had been a boy.*
"I don't know how the hell you could have survived, but it's good to see that somebody from the barricades did."
*He suddenly got a cheeky grin*
"And it's me, Gavroche."
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Post by Grantaire on May 16, 2008 15:29:54 GMT -5
"I didn't survive. Neither did Enjolras--he's...around...somewhere." He motioned vaguely. "Over there. You sprung up strapping, din'ya."
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Post by Mariposa on May 16, 2008 16:26:11 GMT -5
*he once again bore a look of surprise*
"Enjolras is alive?" It sounded almost less of a question and more of a happy exclamation.
He chuckled a bit.
"Well, I think enough time has passed that I'm not such a short little bastard anymore."
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Post by Enjolras on May 16, 2008 22:17:32 GMT -5
*Enjolras's eyes flicked in the direction of where he'd heard his name in a vaguely-familiar voice.*
"Yes, I do happen to be alive." *He said, a little warily, considering he didn't know the kid.*
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Post by Mariposa on May 16, 2008 22:26:05 GMT -5
*He raised his glass which appeared out of nowhere in a salute to Enjolras*
"I know you don't recognize me, but then, it's been some time since I last was in here."
*He paused to take a drink*
"Gavroche Thenardier."
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