Angels of the Battlefield
Chapter 2
Eponine entered the room and all eyes turned on her, even Marius'. Thankfully he did not see who she really was. This was an important part of the plan, but it still felt like a slap on the back. She loved him and he couldn't even tell her true genre when all she had on were boys clothes, a cap and a haircut. She bit back tears thinking that maybe he would tell her afterwards. Still it was a good thing that he thought that she was a boy.
A Spartan by his looks, a man with blond hair came up to her. "Why are you here?" He asked, "This is a private discussion group." "I'm here to help with the revolution," she said, "I've had enough with the way they treat us on the streets and urchin-talk is that this is the place to go." Eponine congratulated herself for being able to say that normally. The man's eyebrows shoot up in suspicion, "Who told you that?" He asked. Eponine shrugged, "Around, you can ask any urchin about me, my name's Solitaire Painteur" That was her code name, every urchin would know who she was and that she wished her life to be a secret to anyone who asked about her. The urchins knew that they not need fear anything with her; she was one of the city's elite. Enjoloras sighed, he knew that many urchins used code names, and he knew this one ever so slightly. Finally he called in Gavroche, he knew the city like the back of his hand, he knew every urchin and their code name and he was completely loyal to the revolution.
When Gavroche entered he knew immediately that it was his sister, but her hand language, her disguise and the name that Enjoloras told him all made him understand that she wished to remain male, for now and that she needed to join Les Amis. Gavroche shock his head and said that he was one of the city's most elite well known urchins and that she would be loyal. "He's twenty and he's one of the city's most trusted urchins, he'll help you a lot," upon inspiration he added, "he draws or paints things, that's probably where you know the name, call him Bruisqué." Enjoloras nodded and told Eponine that she would keep this organisation as a secret. Eponine nodded and made the vow that he asked her.
Now that she was accepted, two men walked up to talking to each other, "Hear that Jean, you're not the youngest any more," one exclaimed. "No, I'm not, but at least know you won't call me "Le Bébé" any more," he said.
Another man came up to her, he had been off to the side painting something, "I'm Feuilly, and I hear that you draw,"he said, "What kind off drawings? Realistic ones?" "I use charcoal," she said, "And I draw realistic portraits." Eponine soon joined Feuilly's part of the room, bringing out some of the drawings and drawing supplies that she always had on her.
Feuilly was impressed by them and said as much. Eponine just said that she enjoyed drawing. The discussion continued and Eponine began thinking about how she could help these people. It seemed obvious to her that she wasn't truly trusted, but she knew that they had no chance of succeeding. They needed to draw the armies out Paris, to spread them out into the whole of France. Eponine decided to begin creating a network of spies around France. She wouldn't but them into full action or tell Les Amis about them until they trusted her.
In the mean time, she would once in a while show her opinion, but mainly she would concentrate on drawing a portrait of each and every Ami. That way there would be a memoir these people who were fighting for France's freedom.
Flyery
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