A/N- Hiyee! Life is good on my side of the road. Et vous? Um... something...
I'm updating! Yay! God bless the snow.
tattered sparrow- Yayee! J'aime Parnasse aussi. He's hotness.
Elyse3- Heee's baaaaaaaaaack! In a minute.
La Pamplemousse- Ain't it the truth, though? Everyone loves writing about Eponine and the barricade boys, and Cosette gets rather overlooked.
Disclaimer- None of these characters I own. Except Bobette, but you've heard that, yesh?
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Bobette sat wearily at the ornate table. Marius had stopped pounding on the door long ago, and she vaguely wondered if he was still alive.
Well, he couldn't have starved, for the cellar was full of potatoes. He couldn't have suffocated, for the door was full of cracks.
She had to regain contact with the rest of the gang somehow, but she had only these expensive clothes. The Patron-Minette would rob her before they listened to her, and even so Bobette did not know where to find them. Someone had obviously tipped off the police about their hangout, so it was probable that they would not show their faces outside for days.
Bobette was ready to bang her head against the table, and to top it all off Marius had started his attack on the door again.
Bobette glumly wondered if she would ever see the rest of the gang again. She thought of Claquesous, the mysterious ventriloquist the police had believed dead since the June revolution; Gueulemer, six feet tall with muscles of steel, terrifying to see but rather nice... to her anyway; Babet, small and thin but ready to do the gang's bidding; and Thénardier, the frail old man who had somehow become leader of the entire gang.
But mostly Bobette thought of Montparnasse, the handsome young man who had been known to have women swoon over him. Someone had once said that 'Parnasse had had a romance even with Thénardier's daughter Eponine. It was a joke among the robbers how the girl had been in love with her neighbor, Marius.
Marius?
Bobette suddenly realized that she had not checked everywhere.
/\/\/\
Cosette coughed again, fervently wishing for her own home or at least a coat.
A massive amount of robbers and murderers had crowded into the dilapidated old house, among them the girl Azelma and two boys, apparently her brothers. A hush filled the whole place and the darkness was eerie.
Night had fallen, but Thénardier would not allow anyone to light a candle for fear of being seen from the outside.
Cosette coughed again. She felt as if her chest were on fire.
Someone (assumedly Montparnasse) was standing behind her with his arm around her waist. Someone else's elbow was jabbing into her stomach. It was much too cramped for everyone to stay in this room, but again Thénardier had strictly prohibited anyone to leave the ground floor. The house was old, and he was afraid of the noise that stepping through a rotten board would make. She coughed painfully.
Sweaty bodies were pressed against Cosette from every side, and the stench was unbearable. She hoped for a miracle.
At that moment there was a strange cry from the street. It sounded similar to a birdcall, but just different enough that a human must have made it.
Those with room to maneuver turned around sharply as if to verify that Cosette had not made the sound. The arm around her waist was suddenly gone, and the baroness could hear someone hiss "It's the Hawk!"
/\/\/\
Bobette and Marius raced down the street. Darkness was falling. "You'll have to tell me where it was!" Bobette shouted over her shoulder.
Marius pointed down an alley. "This is a short cut!"
"Excellent! We should have Cosette out in no time!" Bobette called back. "And away from 'Parnasse," she added in a whisper.
Bobette had said to herself, 'If I was Thénardier and someone had tipped off the police, where would I go?'
She had lived with gang long enough to be able to think like any of them, which came in handy in situations such as these.
Knowing Thénardier, he would most likely go from the sewers to a place he had stayed before, for he was much smarter than this, which the police knew. Because the police knew that he was too clever to revisit his former home, that was exactly what the old hand intended to do.
The only place Bobette knew of in Paris where Thénardier had stayed before was number 50-52, the Gorbeau Tenement.
And coincidence of all coincidences, his neighbor in number 50-52 had been the same man Bobette had just locked in the cellar – the baron Marius Pontmercy.
/\/\/\
Everyone turned to stare at Cosette.
She coughed.
"How can you be in here and out there?" someone asked.
Cosette sniffed. "Well, I told you that I am not the Hawk. I tried, anyway. My name is Baroness Cosette Fauchelevant Pontmercy. I believe, Monsieur Thénardier, that this name should be familiar. Or perhaps you know me as the Lark."
The whole group stared, dumbfounded.
/\/\/\
Bobette and Marius reached the old house and, much to Marius's surprise, Bobette began to make a shrieking noise like that of a bird.
Someone inside the building coughed.
They heard a few vague whispers and the same person coughing miserably.
Finally, the door edged open.
/\/\/\
Thénardier pushed open the door and stepped out.
The majority of the bandits, seeing an opportunity for fresh air, poured out into the streets after him.
Cosette found herself alone in the room with Azelma and the two boys.
She let out another racking cough.
Azelma winced.
/\/\/\
A young man rushed toward Bobette from the crowd. "Hawk? Is that frilly baroness really out Hawk?"
Bobette threw herself into the man's arms. "Parnasse!" she cried ecstatically.
He raised an eyebrow. "So, how did you manage to switch places with the Lark?"
"I'll explain later. It's so wonderful to see you again!"
Marius frowned. He had immediately recognized the crowd of people as those who had attacked Monsieur Fauchelevant next door next door to his old apartment at this Gorbeau House. The street was full of burly men speaking the language of the underworld.
He saw Cosette nowhere.
Thénardier separated himself from the crowd. "Well, Monsieur Marius."
Marius flinched. No one had called him that since Eponine, the Thenariders' unfortunate daughter, had died at his feet.
"I assume, monsieur," Thénardier continued, "that you wish to see the Lark."
"That would be lovely. Yes," Marius replied warily.
/\/\/\
Cosette coughed again.
From the streets she could hear the bandits speaking their vile language and, mixed in with that hubbub, two voices speaking plain French.
Cosette suddenly heard Thénardier conversing near the door. She could only catch snatches of what he was saying, for a roar filled her ears.
"I assume – wish to – the Lark."
Another voice had responded, but Cosette coughed loudly and heard none of it.
Thénardier's bent silhouette appeared in the doorway. "Hey Lark, there's a Monsieur Marius here to see you. What should I tell him?"
Cosette fainted.
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Yes, I oh-so-love ending chappies with the fainting of Cosette. Review mes chers amis! (Was that bad grammar?)
tattered sparrow- Yayee! J'aime Parnasse aussi. He's hotness.
Elyse3- Heee's baaaaaaaaaack! In a minute.
La Pamplemousse- Ain't it the truth, though? Everyone loves writing about Eponine and the barricade boys, and Cosette gets rather overlooked.
Disclaimer- None of these characters I own. Except Bobette, but you've heard that, yesh?
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Bobette sat wearily at the ornate table. Marius had stopped pounding on the door long ago, and she vaguely wondered if he was still alive.
Well, he couldn't have starved, for the cellar was full of potatoes. He couldn't have suffocated, for the door was full of cracks.
She had to regain contact with the rest of the gang somehow, but she had only these expensive clothes. The Patron-Minette would rob her before they listened to her, and even so Bobette did not know where to find them. Someone had obviously tipped off the police about their hangout, so it was probable that they would not show their faces outside for days.
Bobette was ready to bang her head against the table, and to top it all off Marius had started his attack on the door again.
Bobette glumly wondered if she would ever see the rest of the gang again. She thought of Claquesous, the mysterious ventriloquist the police had believed dead since the June revolution; Gueulemer, six feet tall with muscles of steel, terrifying to see but rather nice... to her anyway; Babet, small and thin but ready to do the gang's bidding; and Thénardier, the frail old man who had somehow become leader of the entire gang.
But mostly Bobette thought of Montparnasse, the handsome young man who had been known to have women swoon over him. Someone had once said that 'Parnasse had had a romance even with Thénardier's daughter Eponine. It was a joke among the robbers how the girl had been in love with her neighbor, Marius.
Marius?
Bobette suddenly realized that she had not checked everywhere.
/\/\/\
Cosette coughed again, fervently wishing for her own home or at least a coat.
A massive amount of robbers and murderers had crowded into the dilapidated old house, among them the girl Azelma and two boys, apparently her brothers. A hush filled the whole place and the darkness was eerie.
Night had fallen, but Thénardier would not allow anyone to light a candle for fear of being seen from the outside.
Cosette coughed again. She felt as if her chest were on fire.
Someone (assumedly Montparnasse) was standing behind her with his arm around her waist. Someone else's elbow was jabbing into her stomach. It was much too cramped for everyone to stay in this room, but again Thénardier had strictly prohibited anyone to leave the ground floor. The house was old, and he was afraid of the noise that stepping through a rotten board would make. She coughed painfully.
Sweaty bodies were pressed against Cosette from every side, and the stench was unbearable. She hoped for a miracle.
At that moment there was a strange cry from the street. It sounded similar to a birdcall, but just different enough that a human must have made it.
Those with room to maneuver turned around sharply as if to verify that Cosette had not made the sound. The arm around her waist was suddenly gone, and the baroness could hear someone hiss "It's the Hawk!"
/\/\/\
Bobette and Marius raced down the street. Darkness was falling. "You'll have to tell me where it was!" Bobette shouted over her shoulder.
Marius pointed down an alley. "This is a short cut!"
"Excellent! We should have Cosette out in no time!" Bobette called back. "And away from 'Parnasse," she added in a whisper.
Bobette had said to herself, 'If I was Thénardier and someone had tipped off the police, where would I go?'
She had lived with gang long enough to be able to think like any of them, which came in handy in situations such as these.
Knowing Thénardier, he would most likely go from the sewers to a place he had stayed before, for he was much smarter than this, which the police knew. Because the police knew that he was too clever to revisit his former home, that was exactly what the old hand intended to do.
The only place Bobette knew of in Paris where Thénardier had stayed before was number 50-52, the Gorbeau Tenement.
And coincidence of all coincidences, his neighbor in number 50-52 had been the same man Bobette had just locked in the cellar – the baron Marius Pontmercy.
/\/\/\
Everyone turned to stare at Cosette.
She coughed.
"How can you be in here and out there?" someone asked.
Cosette sniffed. "Well, I told you that I am not the Hawk. I tried, anyway. My name is Baroness Cosette Fauchelevant Pontmercy. I believe, Monsieur Thénardier, that this name should be familiar. Or perhaps you know me as the Lark."
The whole group stared, dumbfounded.
/\/\/\
Bobette and Marius reached the old house and, much to Marius's surprise, Bobette began to make a shrieking noise like that of a bird.
Someone inside the building coughed.
They heard a few vague whispers and the same person coughing miserably.
Finally, the door edged open.
/\/\/\
Thénardier pushed open the door and stepped out.
The majority of the bandits, seeing an opportunity for fresh air, poured out into the streets after him.
Cosette found herself alone in the room with Azelma and the two boys.
She let out another racking cough.
Azelma winced.
/\/\/\
A young man rushed toward Bobette from the crowd. "Hawk? Is that frilly baroness really out Hawk?"
Bobette threw herself into the man's arms. "Parnasse!" she cried ecstatically.
He raised an eyebrow. "So, how did you manage to switch places with the Lark?"
"I'll explain later. It's so wonderful to see you again!"
Marius frowned. He had immediately recognized the crowd of people as those who had attacked Monsieur Fauchelevant next door next door to his old apartment at this Gorbeau House. The street was full of burly men speaking the language of the underworld.
He saw Cosette nowhere.
Thénardier separated himself from the crowd. "Well, Monsieur Marius."
Marius flinched. No one had called him that since Eponine, the Thenariders' unfortunate daughter, had died at his feet.
"I assume, monsieur," Thénardier continued, "that you wish to see the Lark."
"That would be lovely. Yes," Marius replied warily.
/\/\/\
Cosette coughed again.
From the streets she could hear the bandits speaking their vile language and, mixed in with that hubbub, two voices speaking plain French.
Cosette suddenly heard Thénardier conversing near the door. She could only catch snatches of what he was saying, for a roar filled her ears.
"I assume – wish to – the Lark."
Another voice had responded, but Cosette coughed loudly and heard none of it.
Thénardier's bent silhouette appeared in the doorway. "Hey Lark, there's a Monsieur Marius here to see you. What should I tell him?"
Cosette fainted.
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Yes, I oh-so-love ending chappies with the fainting of Cosette. Review mes chers amis! (Was that bad grammar?)