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3rd POV
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June 16, 1832
Gavroche races down a grand boulevard, dodging the crowds of strolling bourgeoisie and beggars,
weaving in and out of the lines of carriages attempting to make their way in either direction.
These are the conveyances of the rich, fine gilded coaches with matched horses and footmen on the back. Virtually at a standstill, they lend Gavroche a platform as he leaps from coach to coach, a street urchin dancing on the heads of the elite.
As he goes, the poor on the pavements chant to the stony-
faced rich in their golden high-sprung glory.
"Look down and see the beggars at your feet. Look down and show some mercy, if you can. Look down and see the sweepings of the street. Look down, look down,
Upon your fellow man!"
The fine ladies and grand gentlemen in the carriages avert
their eyes, or raise the blinds of their carriage windows to shut out the sight of the losers of their world.
Gavroche, bounding over their heads, evading the swipes of
liveried footmen, lands on the running board of one particularly grand carriage and begs/taunts the rich occupants. "'Ow do you do? My name's Gavroche. These are my people. Here's my patch. Not much to look at, nothing posh.
Nothing that you'd call up to scratch." He motions to the beggers around them. "This is my school, my high society here in the slums of Saint Michele. We live on crumbs of humble piety." He shrugs. "Tough on the teeth, but what the hell!" He turns and looks at the crowd. "Think you're poor Think you're free? Follow me! Follow me!"
Gavroche hops onto the back of
another very grand carriage, the traffic now moving at last. His gang run panting after him to hear his political lecture.
"There was a time we killed the King. We tried to change the world too fast. Now, we have got another King. He is no better than the last.
This is the land that fought for
liberty. Now, when we fight, we fight for bread! Here is the thing about equality -
Everyone's equal when they're
dead."
The carriage has reached an arch into courtyard where a crowd of a couple of hundred is gathered outside Lamarque's house of sickness. The Les Amis de l'ABC have set up a platform for their rally. The carriage stops as its occupant wants to watch what is going on. The street is padded with straw. Many eyes gaze up at the draped windows. A priest is seen hurrying into the house, accompanied by two altar boys.
Courfeyrac sees Gavroche and makes his way to him. Gavroche smiles and stands. "Take your place! Take your chance! Vive la France! Vive la France!" Courfeyrac turns around to give him a piggyback ride.
The crowd follows Gavroche's example and yells out. "Vive la France!"
The crowd is made up of citizens of Paris, veteran and new student revolutionaries, the poor and beggars. The students and veteran Amis hand out printed leaflets and try to excite the crowd. "Look down and show some mercy if you can. Look down, look down, upon your fellow man!"
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Cœur De Pierre (Heart Of Stone)/ Enjolras Les Mis
Fanfic(Under Rewrite) All Enjolras cared about was his revolution, his Patria. He had no time for women. Even if he did, he could never find one who he deemed worthy for his affection. It seems this Apollo will always remain of stone until the day he dies...
