Eponine can feel Marius's arms around her, holding her close, keeping her safe. She smiles up at him, even as her eyes flutter shut and she exhales her last breath, going limp in his arms ( Read more... )

The noise around is defeaning. Marius still isn't entirely sure what he's doing here with them, but he's told them he'd be there for them. And he owes it to Eponine - he has to fight for her, and for the chance to see Cosette again. Then it hits him. A sharp pain, and then ... Nothing ( Read more... )

Aha.

Javert was displeased. He found himself in yet another strange place, amongst strange people. Hmph. What was he supposed to do now? The police Inspector flicked his hair behind his shoulder. He supposed an introduction was in order.

"Inspector Javert, at your service."

That was good enough.

A barefoot man wanders onto the deck, having walked all the way from the shore. He seems rather happy and...happy. Rather like someone who has had a little much of something green and mellowing.

He goes about blessing the ship, healing the seasick, and searching for fishermen to join his cult of doom mission of happiness.

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Here's a ragged little urchin, or gamin if you prefer, since he's French.

He looks around, and decides to ignore the fact that he should be dead, since he's obviously not. And he's on a boat, which he's never done before. So he addresses everyone at large,

"Hallo folks, 'ere's your new Captain!"

Typist: Oh, look, it's a Gavroche. And now the ( Read more... )

Off to the side, Mark has his camera set up in front of a lone deck chair.

Um, okay, here's the deal. I'm making a film about the how people view homosexuality, heterosexuality, and all the sexualities in between. If you have an opinion and don't mind it being filmed, please come by and see me. I'll be here -- until people are finished, I guess.

How could Simon possibly hold back his euphoria? At long last, Jerusalem was finally hearing Christ's words.

His arms raised to the heavens, he closed his eyes and cried out his song. He had to make Christ see, to understand the power he had.

For ever and ever and everRome would never know what hit them. How could they ( Read more... )

When he's cold and dead, will he let me be?

Judas lay crumpled on the ground, rocking, crying, tearing at his hair.

Does he love me, too? Does he care for me?

He fought for a proper breath as he sobbed and beat his fist against the ground.

My mind is in darkness now. My God, I'm sick.

He hated Christ.

I've been used.No -- that wasn't true. He ( Read more... )

*This would be a hopelessly confused Marius. He's almost certain that he wasn't on a boat before.*

Er, hello. Where am I? ...Has anyone seen Cosette? ;_;

Typist: Marius Pontmercy, from Les Miserables. I apologize in advance.

*All dark-suited and frowning, because he doesn't know where he is and that's not right and wasn't he just dead anyway and what the Hell is going on and what happened to France and why is there suddenly a boat?*

I..er...what?!

Typist: Feuilly, Les Miserables