Valjean climbed over the barricade, amazed they had let him over. He had half expected to be shot as he made his way up the debris. However, it wasn't long until a blond (whose hair was actually more of a golden shimmering mane, that was being tousled in the non-existent wind, kinda like a shampoo commercial) revolutionary had a gun pointed strait at him.
"Courfeyrac, I told you take the watch!" The blond shot over his shoulder, before once again turning his attention back to Valjean, while the non-existent wind continued to place his hair in a more perfect spot each time it moved a strand.
(The reader probably knows this is Enjolras, so to make it easier on the author, we shall now refer to him as such).
"Who are you?" Enjolras asked Valjean, shaking out his gorgeous mane for no apparent reason.
"I'm a... Volunteer." Valjean muttered, trying to think of why he'd be at a barricade if it wasn't to save his daughter's boyfriend. "Yes, that's it! I'm a volunteer! A volunteer of this barricade!"
Enjorlas laughed, throwing his head back, causing the hair to flow like a river of sunlight down his back, "Sure thing, citoyen. I've heard that one before. Are you sure you're a volunteer?"
"I'm a volunteer!"
This time Enjolras raised an eyebrow (even this small bit of facial hair was gorgeous), "A volunteer... Like that?" He guestured with his gun to where Javert was tied up to a post, causing his hair to swing almost like a well... swing. But one made of golden light!. Javer was slumped down, asleep. A hook appeared from offstage and prodded the sleeping inspector. Javert woke up and promptly flipped them off.
Valjean tried really hard to keep his mouth from opening, since when was he on a stage?
"I'm a normal volunteer!"
"Well, you're a little old to be a normal volunteer..." Enjolras said, cocking his head, which once again caused his hair to move, making the non-existent wind a little fed up, "But, I guess you're better than a spy."
"I'm a normal volunteer."
"I've got that. C'mon, I think we have something around here to make you coherent." Enjolras said, grabbing Valjean's arm, hoping one of the medical students brought their bag.