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Player LJ: ddrussianinja
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Other Characters: Deadpool, Sokka
Character: Inspector Javert
Series/Fandom: Les Misérables
Deviance: 1
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Canon Used: Unabridged Novel.
Canon Point: Part One: Fantine - Book Fourth - Chapter V
Appearance: From the book: "The human face of Javert consisted of a snub nose, with two deep nostrils, which were bordered by large bushy whiskers that covered both his cheeks... For the rest, a small head, large jaws, hair hiding the forehead and falling over the eyebrows, between the eyes a permanent central frown, a gloomy look, a mouth pinched and frightful and an air of fierce command." He stands reasonably tall and is built formidably. He often wears a tall hat and a long frock coat, as is customary.
Psychology: From the book: "The peasants of Asturias believe that in every litter of wolves there is one dog, which is killed by the mother, lest on growing up it should devour the other little ones. Give a human face to this dog son of a wolf and you will have Javert." If we're talking in Dungeons and Dragons alignment terms, he is the definition of Lawful Neutral. It is not his place to question the law, decide whether or not it is just, simply to enforce it. In his mind, there are only those who obey the law and those who rebel against it. Crime is, therefore, an act of rebellion. In this belief he is singularly uncompromising and consistent. He holds himself to this same standard. He believes his work to be true justice and if he were to compromise that by breaking that which he upholds, it would be an utter disgrace and he would demand to be treated under the same scrutiny by which he treats others.
Being born and partially raised in prison and by vagabonds, he never wished to enter society and wished even less to fall into the same class of people as his parents whom he despised. As such, he decided to remain on the outside of society and to become the exact opposite of his parents. He entered the police and rose to the rank of Inspector.
He lives and breathes his occupation. It consumes him entirely. He is the law. If the law is bent it will bend him. And he doesn't like that. Not at all. If he found a lowly prostitute who a respectable man said was assaulting him, he would arrest that woman and resolve to put her in jail regardless of her circumstances. And if someone were to pardon that prostitute, he would instantly become quite irate and contest this, whether or not it was reasonable and whether or not it was his place to do so. In fact, this very thing happens in canon, lol.
Javert sees the world in black and white. If you committed a crime, you are a criminal. It doesn't matter if you fulfill your punishment and are released, you are still a criminal in his mind. Forgiveness is all well and good, but justice is what truly matters to Javert and justice cannot be kind. He makes the hard decisions with no hesitation or remorse.
Javert is also very much obsessive. Over the course of the story, he becomes consumed with bringing the lead character, Jean Valjean, to justice. Despite Valjean being a paragon of good throughout the novel, Javert can only see him as a criminal and thus can only see his actions as manipulations and corruptions. Valjean may be taking in a little girl he promised a dying mother he'd look after, but Javert would see this as nothing more than kidnapping.
Despite usually being incredibly straight-forward, Javert is also very clever and sneaky when the occasion calls for it. Like a good police officer should, he does not make a move until he can strike a fatal blow. Until his suspicions are confirmed, he will not announce them. He is also very much capable of deception, at least when regarding people he does not see as worthy of honesty. This includes arranging traps and infiltrating a band of rebels undercover.
While Javert will often stand in opposition of who we would consider to be good people, he is not by any means an evil man. He simply stands for the law, whether it be good, whether it be evil. This forces him to occasionally commit evil actions, but he sees that as a necessity of the greater good. As far as he believes, he has never in his life been met with a decision where to act lawfully means to act immorally.
The final important thing to mention is that in canon, his inability to compromise eventually leads to his own suicide. He lets Valjean go and cannot reconcile allowing one he believes to be a criminal go free while simultaneously he wouldn't be able to reconcile putting away a clearly good man. Letting Valjean go would mean sacrificing everything he lived for, but imprisoning Valjean would mean doing something flagrantly immoral. Unable to compromise either decision, he opts to drown himself. Just thought I'd let you guys know that because unlike most other canon deaths, if he came back from this one (a la Twins), I don't really know if I could keep him going while still keeping him in character. That's not to say I'd drop him immediately after his death. On the contrary, I'd love to roleplay him slipping deeper and deeper into madness not being able to escape from his impossible decision, but my point is that it might cause him to commit a lot of suicide before I either drop him because I realize he can't really go any further and stay in character or I figure out a way to keep him alive (though it will probably take a few deaths before that can happen). Just puttin' that out there. It won't become an issue for quite a while, but it's something you should know when considering him.
Other Skills/Abilities: Other than being very persistent, clever, and reasonably well-trained in combat, his only other remarkable trait is his force of will. For all his dogma, if nothing else, he is consistent and holds himself up to the same impossible standard he holds the rest of the world to.
Other Weaknesses: As far as physical weakness, he's human, so if you prick him, he bleeds, etc. His mental weakness is obviously his incredibly narrow mind. Such things can be bent when understood. For example, an evil but lawful person could turn Javert against a good but unlawful person without much difficulty. Also, the contradiction of his straight-forward world view is what eventually leads to his demise. He also has a considerable temper.
History: Javert was born in prison to a gypsy fortune-teller and a galley slave. Growing up in that kind of environment had two effects of him: 1) It made him detest criminals and 2) It made him detached from society. Believing he could never enter society, he decided to become an officer of the police. He cared not for his parents and he was probably fine with whatever probably unfortunate fate befell them. As Javert ceased to exist as anything other than a man of the law, the details of his rise to Inspector are largely skipped over, except that amidst his rise as a police officer, he was at one point an assistant to a guard at the Bagne of Toulon. This was when he first met prisoner 24601, AKA Jean Valjean.
Jean Valjean was a prisoner incarcerated for stealing a loaf of bread. His sentence was five years, but extended to 19 for repeated escape attempts. He was notable for his mean face and his extraordinary strength, earning him a reputation and a place in Javert's memory.
Eventually, Javert attained the rank of Inspector by the age of forty. While this is not technically a very impressive rank, it is high enough that he is in charge of a good number of lower-ranking officers and low enough that he can play an active role in law enforcement. The actual terminology of Inspector is a bit weird. By France's current terminology, his rank would be that of Lieutenant. However, the rank is analogous to that of Inspector in the UK police. Essentially, he's neither a small fry, nor a big fish.
Anyway, around 1815, Jean Valjean was released (where he subsequently broke parole) and five years later, Javert was transferred to Montreuil-sur-Mer where Valjean just so happened to end up as well. Valjean was, however, going by the name Monsieur Madeleine and had become the wealthy mayor of the town.
In his time at M-sur-M, Javert has become the dread of the undesirables there. He strikes terror into them and shows no mercy. He is accurately perceived to be a man of extreme honesty and conviction.
Javert and Valjean recognized one another instantly, but neither acted on this. Javert didn't wish to accuse a respectable man of being a convict without evidence and Valjean obviously didn't wish to be discovered, exposed, and arrested. As such, they treated each other normally.
There was, however, one incident which all but confirmed Valjean's identity to Javert. One day, a man was trapped under a cart and would die if he were not rescued. Nobody attempted to help the man because, as Javert pointed out, no one could possibly lift that cart without the use of a jack.
Except of course for the insanely strong 24601.
Knowing that he was the only one who could save the man, Valjean did so, displaying his unique strength. Though from this moment Javert had pretty much verified that M. Madeleine was indeed 24601, he still bided his time. This was a few years before the current canon point.
This is by no means the entirety of Javert's history, but it is about the point in canon where I will start, so further plot description isn't really required, but I will say that he is currently waiting for an excuse to expose Valjean.
Reality Description: Currently 1823 France. I don't have to describe France, do I? European country known mostly for its art, food, and strong politics. Being somewhat historical fiction, this France pretty much mirrors that of reality (minus the fictional characters of course). The author even discusses historical events at length in the book. This part is after the fall of Napoleon at Waterloo and is thus during the Reconstruction period. While France is no longer at war, there is a good deal of trouble for the French. People are cynical, work is hard to come by and generally not well-paying, and hope is all but extinguished. Times is hard.
Louis XVIII is a year away from death, the Restoration will fall in 1830 giving rise to the July Monarchy, all the while the French are tossed around, getting sicker, poorer, and angrier, which eventually leads to the climactic rebellion depicted in the novel.
These are dark times and some make the most of it by living simply and quietly, some try to exploit others, some try to inspire, some dream loftily in spite of themselves, and some simply wish to restore order. It is in this world that we see the best and worst of humanity, often living side-by-side.
As for actual French terms and phrases, I feel like there's no way I could possibly encompass all of them. We're not talking about a fictional people here. People write books on this shit. Most people know the basics and any other little things are pretty well documented in Wikipedia.
Third Person Writing Sample: It was just another night on patrol. Inspector Javert walked the same streets, wearing the same clothes, carrying the same club, watching the same lowlives scurry away at the sound of his footsteps.
Like rats.
The prostitute ran back into her inn. The beggar hid his alms and averted his eyes. An orphan boy eyed passers-by suspiciously. Javert made a note of it.
He'd put them all away for life if it were up to him. Unfortunately, his master was the law, and those who interpret it believe that a criminal can be reformed.
Javert scoffed.
Luckily, his job was not to interpret, but to enforce. He would catch them, they would be put away, and if they were released, they would slip up and he would catch them again. It was a thankless, never-ending duty, but a noble one.
For all its repetition, Javert loved his job, in as much as Javert could "love" anything. He couldn't imagine himself serving any other function. This was all he knew. His raison d'être. He knew that one man could not make a difference, but at least he could know that there was one man who would not bend, who would not be soft, who would not let France eat itself alive. As long as he existed, there was at least one man standing in between his country and chaos.
The orphan boy Javert made note of was small and unassuming. Fearful and desperate, yet calm and somewhat determined. After Javert wrote a short note, he pretended to ignore the boy, keeping watch from the corner of his eye.
Moments like this also made the job worth-while. The anticipation before trapping a rat was almost as exhilarating as the capture itself.
Not much longer, a reasonably well-dressed and tall man turned a corner and began walking along the street. The boy also began walking in the opposite direction until he collided with the stranger. The tall man excused himself, patted the boy on the head, and continued his walk. Without a moments hesitation, Javert moved in for the boy.
"Young man, please turn out your pockets."
The boy looked shocked and somewhat nervous. "What? I didn't do nothin'!"
Javert smiled. His smile seemed to fold his entire face upward, making his already unpleasant visage a bit more frightening. "Turn out your pockets or I shall do it myself at the station."
The boy hesitated, but eventually emptied his pockets. Aside from a ruddy picture of some girl probably about his age and some lint, all he carried was a bit of change amounting to about 63 sou and... a 20 franc piece! Javert held up the coin with the head of Napoleon engraved upon it and let loose a deep chuckle.
"You are under arrest for theft."
The boy's eyes widened and he began reaching desperately for the coin. "No! That's mine! I've been saving that my whole life! Give it back!"
An obvious lie, thought Javert. "So I suppose if I went and asked that man you just walked into he wouldn't notice this coin missing?"
The boy looked quickly in every direction. The tall man was nowhere to be seen. "I swear! It's mine! Please give it back!"
Javert raised the coin high out of the boy's reach. "You will address me as Monsieur Javert or Monsieur Inspector. Now, just a moment ago I witnessed you walking into a man of some esteem. Do you deny this?"
The boy stopped reaching for the coin, lowered his head, and muttered, "No, Monsieur Javert."
Javert continued, "And this coin was in your possession after this incident, correct?"
The boy slowly nodded and Javert promptly grabbed him by the wrist. The boy resisted, "No! Monsieur Javert! I had it before! I didn't--"
"Boy, you may come quietly and willingly or I shall subdue you by force. The decision is yours."
The boy's mouth opened but no words came. His lip curled and his nose sniffled and before long he began to cry. He tried to form words, but they were lost in a fit of desperate hopelessness. While this might melt the hearts of some, Javert's patience was wearing thin.
Many in Montreuil-sur-Mer had already known of Javert's ruthlessness, some first-hand. But those who remained unconvinced of the truth of this legend were convinced beyond any shadow upon seeing a child, no older than ten, bound and flooded with tears, being marched seven blocks to the station.
The boy's name was Jean-Paul. Upon his arrival at the station, the alleged stolen property was taken into custody and Jean-Paul was sent off with a slap on the wrist. Did he truly steal the 20 francs? Didn't matter. Either way he found himself without them upon leaving the station. Regardless of whether he was robbed or the robber, eventually his hunger and poverty as well as the hunger and poverty of a certain little girl from a certain ruddy photograph in a Jean-Paul's pocket would drive him to try and steal an armful of apples a few weeks later.
And Javert would be waiting.
Did you read the rules? Yes.
Player LJ: ddrussianinja
Email and/or AIM: ddrussianinja@gmail.com/Atlantis3000
Timezone: EST
Other Characters: Deadpool, Sokka
Character: Inspector Javert
Series/Fandom: Les Misérables
Deviance: 1
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Canon Used: Unabridged Novel.
Canon Point: Part One: Fantine - Book Fourth - Chapter V
Appearance: From the book: "The human face of Javert consisted of a snub nose, with two deep nostrils, which were bordered by large bushy whiskers that covered both his cheeks... For the rest, a small head, large jaws, hair hiding the forehead and falling over the eyebrows, between the eyes a permanent central frown, a gloomy look, a mouth pinched and frightful and an air of fierce command." He stands reasonably tall and is built formidably. He often wears a tall hat and a long frock coat, as is customary.
Psychology: From the book: "The peasants of Asturias believe that in every litter of wolves there is one dog, which is killed by the mother, lest on growing up it should devour the other little ones. Give a human face to this dog son of a wolf and you will have Javert." If we're talking in Dungeons and Dragons alignment terms, he is the definition of Lawful Neutral. It is not his place to question the law, decide whether or not it is just, simply to enforce it. In his mind, there are only those who obey the law and those who rebel against it. Crime is, therefore, an act of rebellion. In this belief he is singularly uncompromising and consistent. He holds himself to this same standard. He believes his work to be true justice and if he were to compromise that by breaking that which he upholds, it would be an utter disgrace and he would demand to be treated under the same scrutiny by which he treats others.
Being born and partially raised in prison and by vagabonds, he never wished to enter society and wished even less to fall into the same class of people as his parents whom he despised. As such, he decided to remain on the outside of society and to become the exact opposite of his parents. He entered the police and rose to the rank of Inspector.
He lives and breathes his occupation. It consumes him entirely. He is the law. If the law is bent it will bend him. And he doesn't like that. Not at all. If he found a lowly prostitute who a respectable man said was assaulting him, he would arrest that woman and resolve to put her in jail regardless of her circumstances. And if someone were to pardon that prostitute, he would instantly become quite irate and contest this, whether or not it was reasonable and whether or not it was his place to do so. In fact, this very thing happens in canon, lol.
Javert sees the world in black and white. If you committed a crime, you are a criminal. It doesn't matter if you fulfill your punishment and are released, you are still a criminal in his mind. Forgiveness is all well and good, but justice is what truly matters to Javert and justice cannot be kind. He makes the hard decisions with no hesitation or remorse.
Javert is also very much obsessive. Over the course of the story, he becomes consumed with bringing the lead character, Jean Valjean, to justice. Despite Valjean being a paragon of good throughout the novel, Javert can only see him as a criminal and thus can only see his actions as manipulations and corruptions. Valjean may be taking in a little girl he promised a dying mother he'd look after, but Javert would see this as nothing more than kidnapping.
Despite usually being incredibly straight-forward, Javert is also very clever and sneaky when the occasion calls for it. Like a good police officer should, he does not make a move until he can strike a fatal blow. Until his suspicions are confirmed, he will not announce them. He is also very much capable of deception, at least when regarding people he does not see as worthy of honesty. This includes arranging traps and infiltrating a band of rebels undercover.
While Javert will often stand in opposition of who we would consider to be good people, he is not by any means an evil man. He simply stands for the law, whether it be good, whether it be evil. This forces him to occasionally commit evil actions, but he sees that as a necessity of the greater good. As far as he believes, he has never in his life been met with a decision where to act lawfully means to act immorally.
The final important thing to mention is that in canon, his inability to compromise eventually leads to his own suicide. He lets Valjean go and cannot reconcile allowing one he believes to be a criminal go free while simultaneously he wouldn't be able to reconcile putting away a clearly good man. Letting Valjean go would mean sacrificing everything he lived for, but imprisoning Valjean would mean doing something flagrantly immoral. Unable to compromise either decision, he opts to drown himself. Just thought I'd let you guys know that because unlike most other canon deaths, if he came back from this one (a la Twins), I don't really know if I could keep him going while still keeping him in character. That's not to say I'd drop him immediately after his death. On the contrary, I'd love to roleplay him slipping deeper and deeper into madness not being able to escape from his impossible decision, but my point is that it might cause him to commit a lot of suicide before I either drop him because I realize he can't really go any further and stay in character or I figure out a way to keep him alive (though it will probably take a few deaths before that can happen). Just puttin' that out there. It won't become an issue for quite a while, but it's something you should know when considering him.
Other Skills/Abilities: Other than being very persistent, clever, and reasonably well-trained in combat, his only other remarkable trait is his force of will. For all his dogma, if nothing else, he is consistent and holds himself up to the same impossible standard he holds the rest of the world to.
Other Weaknesses: As far as physical weakness, he's human, so if you prick him, he bleeds, etc. His mental weakness is obviously his incredibly narrow mind. Such things can be bent when understood. For example, an evil but lawful person could turn Javert against a good but unlawful person without much difficulty. Also, the contradiction of his straight-forward world view is what eventually leads to his demise. He also has a considerable temper.
History: Javert was born in prison to a gypsy fortune-teller and a galley slave. Growing up in that kind of environment had two effects of him: 1) It made him detest criminals and 2) It made him detached from society. Believing he could never enter society, he decided to become an officer of the police. He cared not for his parents and he was probably fine with whatever probably unfortunate fate befell them. As Javert ceased to exist as anything other than a man of the law, the details of his rise to Inspector are largely skipped over, except that amidst his rise as a police officer, he was at one point an assistant to a guard at the Bagne of Toulon. This was when he first met prisoner 24601, AKA Jean Valjean.
Jean Valjean was a prisoner incarcerated for stealing a loaf of bread. His sentence was five years, but extended to 19 for repeated escape attempts. He was notable for his mean face and his extraordinary strength, earning him a reputation and a place in Javert's memory.
Eventually, Javert attained the rank of Inspector by the age of forty. While this is not technically a very impressive rank, it is high enough that he is in charge of a good number of lower-ranking officers and low enough that he can play an active role in law enforcement. The actual terminology of Inspector is a bit weird. By France's current terminology, his rank would be that of Lieutenant. However, the rank is analogous to that of Inspector in the UK police. Essentially, he's neither a small fry, nor a big fish.
Anyway, around 1815, Jean Valjean was released (where he subsequently broke parole) and five years later, Javert was transferred to Montreuil-sur-Mer where Valjean just so happened to end up as well. Valjean was, however, going by the name Monsieur Madeleine and had become the wealthy mayor of the town.
In his time at M-sur-M, Javert has become the dread of the undesirables there. He strikes terror into them and shows no mercy. He is accurately perceived to be a man of extreme honesty and conviction.
Javert and Valjean recognized one another instantly, but neither acted on this. Javert didn't wish to accuse a respectable man of being a convict without evidence and Valjean obviously didn't wish to be discovered, exposed, and arrested. As such, they treated each other normally.
There was, however, one incident which all but confirmed Valjean's identity to Javert. One day, a man was trapped under a cart and would die if he were not rescued. Nobody attempted to help the man because, as Javert pointed out, no one could possibly lift that cart without the use of a jack.
Except of course for the insanely strong 24601.
Knowing that he was the only one who could save the man, Valjean did so, displaying his unique strength. Though from this moment Javert had pretty much verified that M. Madeleine was indeed 24601, he still bided his time. This was a few years before the current canon point.
This is by no means the entirety of Javert's history, but it is about the point in canon where I will start, so further plot description isn't really required, but I will say that he is currently waiting for an excuse to expose Valjean.
Reality Description: Currently 1823 France. I don't have to describe France, do I? European country known mostly for its art, food, and strong politics. Being somewhat historical fiction, this France pretty much mirrors that of reality (minus the fictional characters of course). The author even discusses historical events at length in the book. This part is after the fall of Napoleon at Waterloo and is thus during the Reconstruction period. While France is no longer at war, there is a good deal of trouble for the French. People are cynical, work is hard to come by and generally not well-paying, and hope is all but extinguished. Times is hard.
Louis XVIII is a year away from death, the Restoration will fall in 1830 giving rise to the July Monarchy, all the while the French are tossed around, getting sicker, poorer, and angrier, which eventually leads to the climactic rebellion depicted in the novel.
These are dark times and some make the most of it by living simply and quietly, some try to exploit others, some try to inspire, some dream loftily in spite of themselves, and some simply wish to restore order. It is in this world that we see the best and worst of humanity, often living side-by-side.
As for actual French terms and phrases, I feel like there's no way I could possibly encompass all of them. We're not talking about a fictional people here. People write books on this shit. Most people know the basics and any other little things are pretty well documented in Wikipedia.
Third Person Writing Sample: It was just another night on patrol. Inspector Javert walked the same streets, wearing the same clothes, carrying the same club, watching the same lowlives scurry away at the sound of his footsteps.
Like rats.
The prostitute ran back into her inn. The beggar hid his alms and averted his eyes. An orphan boy eyed passers-by suspiciously. Javert made a note of it.
He'd put them all away for life if it were up to him. Unfortunately, his master was the law, and those who interpret it believe that a criminal can be reformed.
Javert scoffed.
Luckily, his job was not to interpret, but to enforce. He would catch them, they would be put away, and if they were released, they would slip up and he would catch them again. It was a thankless, never-ending duty, but a noble one.
For all its repetition, Javert loved his job, in as much as Javert could "love" anything. He couldn't imagine himself serving any other function. This was all he knew. His raison d'être. He knew that one man could not make a difference, but at least he could know that there was one man who would not bend, who would not be soft, who would not let France eat itself alive. As long as he existed, there was at least one man standing in between his country and chaos.
The orphan boy Javert made note of was small and unassuming. Fearful and desperate, yet calm and somewhat determined. After Javert wrote a short note, he pretended to ignore the boy, keeping watch from the corner of his eye.
Moments like this also made the job worth-while. The anticipation before trapping a rat was almost as exhilarating as the capture itself.
Not much longer, a reasonably well-dressed and tall man turned a corner and began walking along the street. The boy also began walking in the opposite direction until he collided with the stranger. The tall man excused himself, patted the boy on the head, and continued his walk. Without a moments hesitation, Javert moved in for the boy.
"Young man, please turn out your pockets."
The boy looked shocked and somewhat nervous. "What? I didn't do nothin'!"
Javert smiled. His smile seemed to fold his entire face upward, making his already unpleasant visage a bit more frightening. "Turn out your pockets or I shall do it myself at the station."
The boy hesitated, but eventually emptied his pockets. Aside from a ruddy picture of some girl probably about his age and some lint, all he carried was a bit of change amounting to about 63 sou and... a 20 franc piece! Javert held up the coin with the head of Napoleon engraved upon it and let loose a deep chuckle.
"You are under arrest for theft."
The boy's eyes widened and he began reaching desperately for the coin. "No! That's mine! I've been saving that my whole life! Give it back!"
An obvious lie, thought Javert. "So I suppose if I went and asked that man you just walked into he wouldn't notice this coin missing?"
The boy looked quickly in every direction. The tall man was nowhere to be seen. "I swear! It's mine! Please give it back!"
Javert raised the coin high out of the boy's reach. "You will address me as Monsieur Javert or Monsieur Inspector. Now, just a moment ago I witnessed you walking into a man of some esteem. Do you deny this?"
The boy stopped reaching for the coin, lowered his head, and muttered, "No, Monsieur Javert."
Javert continued, "And this coin was in your possession after this incident, correct?"
The boy slowly nodded and Javert promptly grabbed him by the wrist. The boy resisted, "No! Monsieur Javert! I had it before! I didn't--"
"Boy, you may come quietly and willingly or I shall subdue you by force. The decision is yours."
The boy's mouth opened but no words came. His lip curled and his nose sniffled and before long he began to cry. He tried to form words, but they were lost in a fit of desperate hopelessness. While this might melt the hearts of some, Javert's patience was wearing thin.
Many in Montreuil-sur-Mer had already known of Javert's ruthlessness, some first-hand. But those who remained unconvinced of the truth of this legend were convinced beyond any shadow upon seeing a child, no older than ten, bound and flooded with tears, being marched seven blocks to the station.
The boy's name was Jean-Paul. Upon his arrival at the station, the alleged stolen property was taken into custody and Jean-Paul was sent off with a slap on the wrist. Did he truly steal the 20 francs? Didn't matter. Either way he found himself without them upon leaving the station. Regardless of whether he was robbed or the robber, eventually his hunger and poverty as well as the hunger and poverty of a certain little girl from a certain ruddy photograph in a Jean-Paul's pocket would drive him to try and steal an armful of apples a few weeks later.
And Javert would be waiting.
Did you read the rules? Yes.