Chapter 2
The other revolutionaries had arrived an hour ago. Cosette had gone home to change, and Marius had gone with her. Personally Enjolras hoped she didn't come back.
"All right men, let's start building the barricade!" Enjolras yelled. Everyone looked up at him and sighed.
"Do we have to?" asked Joly. He was filing his nails.
"Yes, we do! Remember freedom! We must fight for the greater good!" said Enjolras.
"Ugh, but what if someone breaks a nail?" exclaimed Grantaire. There were shudders throughout the crowd. Enjolras jaw nearly dropped.
"Since when have you cared about nails?" asked Enjolras. As if to make matters worse, Cosette and Marius showed up again. Cosette was wearing a green camouflage army outfit, complete with a helmet. Enjolras stared at her.
"Um, all right," he said uncertainly. "Anyways, we need to start building the barricade now. I don't want to hear about nails or anything like that. No complaining. Now grab whatever you can and begin building the barricade!" he ordered. Everyone reluctantly got up and began building.
"Ugh, like, are you saying we like, have to like, work?" asked Cosette.
"Yes, Cosette," said Enjolras impatiently. Marius laughed because what Enjolras said sort of rhymed.
"Oh but I just got a manicure done," said Cosette, holding up her hand. "Like, look at these nails! I couldn't like, ruin them!" Enjolras nearly screamed.
"Manicures haven't even been invented yet!" he yelled. "Now get to work!" He pointed to the other men who had begun building.
"Ugh, fine, be that way," she said. She and Marius walked over to the other men. Enjolras could hear them talking.
"I don't know what's gotten into him."
"He used to be so considerate." Enjolras gritted his teeth as he reviewed his strategical plans.
"Excuse me," said a woman's voice. Enjolras looked up. It was Eponine, one of Marius's friends. "I heard you were building a barricade."
"Yes," said Enjolras.
"I also heard that you didn't have a chance, and everyone here was getting killed," she continued.
"Um."
"I would like to join you," she said.
"This is no place for a lady," said Enjolras. "You could be killed."
"You let her come along!" she retorted. She pointed to Cosette.
"Yeah, but I hate her," he said. "I would be happy if she was killed."
"So would I, she stole my boyfriend," sniffed Eponine. "He doesn't love me now. Woe is me! Woe is me!" She began to cry and blew her nose on Enjolras's sleeve. "Can I please stay so I can be killed and be through with my wretched life?" she begged. Enjolras sighed.
"I guess, if you want to that much. But if you stay, you have to go help them build the barricade." He pointed.
"We have to work? Can't we just get shot at and killed and be done with it?" she asked.
"They won't shoot if we don't block their path," explained Enjolras. Eponine's eyes widened. She ran over and began building at a ferocious rate. Enjolras was a little upset that Eponine was only in it for suicide purposes, but at least he got a good worker out of it. And if someone ever had to go across enemy lines for supplies or something, she would gladly do it. Maybe I should get more suicidal people, thought Enjolras.
The other revolutionaries had arrived an hour ago. Cosette had gone home to change, and Marius had gone with her. Personally Enjolras hoped she didn't come back.
"All right men, let's start building the barricade!" Enjolras yelled. Everyone looked up at him and sighed.
"Do we have to?" asked Joly. He was filing his nails.
"Yes, we do! Remember freedom! We must fight for the greater good!" said Enjolras.
"Ugh, but what if someone breaks a nail?" exclaimed Grantaire. There were shudders throughout the crowd. Enjolras jaw nearly dropped.
"Since when have you cared about nails?" asked Enjolras. As if to make matters worse, Cosette and Marius showed up again. Cosette was wearing a green camouflage army outfit, complete with a helmet. Enjolras stared at her.
"Um, all right," he said uncertainly. "Anyways, we need to start building the barricade now. I don't want to hear about nails or anything like that. No complaining. Now grab whatever you can and begin building the barricade!" he ordered. Everyone reluctantly got up and began building.
"Ugh, like, are you saying we like, have to like, work?" asked Cosette.
"Yes, Cosette," said Enjolras impatiently. Marius laughed because what Enjolras said sort of rhymed.
"Oh but I just got a manicure done," said Cosette, holding up her hand. "Like, look at these nails! I couldn't like, ruin them!" Enjolras nearly screamed.
"Manicures haven't even been invented yet!" he yelled. "Now get to work!" He pointed to the other men who had begun building.
"Ugh, fine, be that way," she said. She and Marius walked over to the other men. Enjolras could hear them talking.
"I don't know what's gotten into him."
"He used to be so considerate." Enjolras gritted his teeth as he reviewed his strategical plans.
"Excuse me," said a woman's voice. Enjolras looked up. It was Eponine, one of Marius's friends. "I heard you were building a barricade."
"Yes," said Enjolras.
"I also heard that you didn't have a chance, and everyone here was getting killed," she continued.
"Um."
"I would like to join you," she said.
"This is no place for a lady," said Enjolras. "You could be killed."
"You let her come along!" she retorted. She pointed to Cosette.
"Yeah, but I hate her," he said. "I would be happy if she was killed."
"So would I, she stole my boyfriend," sniffed Eponine. "He doesn't love me now. Woe is me! Woe is me!" She began to cry and blew her nose on Enjolras's sleeve. "Can I please stay so I can be killed and be through with my wretched life?" she begged. Enjolras sighed.
"I guess, if you want to that much. But if you stay, you have to go help them build the barricade." He pointed.
"We have to work? Can't we just get shot at and killed and be done with it?" she asked.
"They won't shoot if we don't block their path," explained Enjolras. Eponine's eyes widened. She ran over and began building at a ferocious rate. Enjolras was a little upset that Eponine was only in it for suicide purposes, but at least he got a good worker out of it. And if someone ever had to go across enemy lines for supplies or something, she would gladly do it. Maybe I should get more suicidal people, thought Enjolras.