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Dear Friends! In our country today, December 10 begins the revolution. Very much it was inspired by Victor Hugo and well. Tomorrow in all cities in Russia people will gather for protests against the lawlessness of power! Pray for us!

Helen

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Hey, I'm new here, I'm 13, a Les Mis fan(book and musical), and expecially a fan of Eponine, Enjolras, and Grantaire. I'm also wondering if by a chance anybody was going to see Les Mis in Philadelphia on March 12th, 2006? I got tickets just about a week ago and I'm SOOOOO excited to see one of my favourite shows of all time. Anyways, if you are seeing it, or if you've already seen the tour, please tell me! (I'd like to hear a fan's review of the actors, too, if anybody'd like to share.) Thanx!

le gra go deo,
A. E. Poe

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*sneaks in* Here! Shiny new OOC comm! Yaaay. chanvrerieooc
Current Mood:
cheerful cheerful
Current Music:
'Find Your Grail' - Spamalot
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Feuilly peeks into the back room of the Musain, only to find it empty, save the tables and chairs and the floating dust that the sun, setting in the window, makes visible. Of course, his luck precisely, he thinks. He rushed straight from work in desperation to avoid being late to the meeting, only to err on the wrong side and arrive first of all. It doesn't matter so much, he thinks, taking a seat. He'll just wait for the others to arrive.
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Combeferre walked down the cobbled streets, dusky in the half-light of early evening. He was returning home after a day of classes, humming a quiet song under his breath. He paused and adjusted a sheet of paper that was about to escape from a book, then felt something nudge against his ankle. Looking down, he saw a small grey and white kitten.

"Hello, there, little fellow," he grinned, picking the cat up and frowning as he felt its ribs. The kitten miaowed pitifully, then rubbed against Matthieu's hand as he petted it. "Poor thing, you're hungry..." He put the kitten in his pocket carefully, then continued down the road, still humming.

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He sits in Corinth, late in the evening, when the customers begin singing and growing louder with the larger quantities of liquor. He doesn't drink anything but tea; he's never had any good experiences with alcohol.

He sits at a table in the back, trying to write. It's not poetry, or prose, or anything that would be rewarding to write: it's an essay about...something about education, something about the Pope, something about his opinions on education.

Jehan traces idle circles on his paper, and wonders if his friends have already finished their work (Why has there suddenly been such an accumulation in exams and essays? Why so much raucous laughter?), realizes they're probably much smarter and much more ambitious than he is, and sighs. He wonders if they have as much work to finish as he does, and wonders if they're having fun somewhere else, or perhaps somewhere in the cafe, with a glass of wine in all of their hands and a smile on all of their faces.

He shifts and attempts getting his pen away from the circles and to the Pope.
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Enjolras sits at a table in the Cafe Musain, a newspaper spread open on the table before him, along with an untouched, cold cup of coffee. His posture is stiff in the high-backed chair, and his head bent over the newspaper, scrutinizing the words before him as if they are all that matter.
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Well, as a request from our lovely Mlle. Mod, here's a beginning. It begins with a house.

...No. Not really. But this is just a sort of intro, here. Where you can get your character's pre-Chanvrerie backstory set up. A prologue, if you will. Pre-canon. So. Yes. Have fun, my dazzarlings.

Current Mood:
cheerful cheerful
Current Music:
'Love Changes Everything' - Mark Dickinson
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