To The Barricade!

Independent roleplay blog for Enjolras of Les Miserables. Follows from Apollyodon. Low-Activity.

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. And The Warrior's Blood Through Your Veins Is Coursing

[apollobred]

If I were to ever give Enjolras a Hazbin verse... I actually legit think he would end up in Hell.

Why? How? This man cannot STAND injustice. He cannot STOMACH the hypocritical. He shot a man in the head for shooting an innocent. All this kind of righteousness should grant him access to Heaven, yes?

... Well, Heaven is hypocritical, disgustingly so. Heaven likes things to go their way and will dispose of anyone that goes against that. Enjolras would fight the whole of Heaven; you know it and I know it.

So they would deem it safer to cast him out than let him in.

[apollobred]

"Pouvons-nous S'IL VOUS PLAÎT revenir au fait?"

Not a thing had gotten done at this meeting and he's about to start a tirade.

[apollobred]

( Source )

[apollobred]

I am currently reading the Les Mis manga by Takahiro Arai, so more than likely Enjolras is going to wake up for me.

And when he does, it's all over for you bitches!

[wineandsay]

"Battent la bourgeoisie?" Fighting the bourgeoisie? Just what time was this little human-like beast living in? The bourgeoisie have been gone way long ago. There were still political issues here and there, but now most issues that people seem to focus on are in regards to gangsters, drug dealers, prostitutes, and so forth. There were many issues in this idiotic redneck mountain town full of stupid people. Part of Grantaire wished he was back in Alscae. There were a whole lot of reasons he made his stay there before being rediscovered by Gregory, and that Craig Fucker guy, and then actually being convinced to return to South Park. Alscae had their own issues here and there too, but for as long as Grantaire had lived over there, it wasn't as chaotic as in South Park where just about anything could happen whether it be people building gigantic machines and literally trying to destroy the entire town, starting a war, everybody randomly singing as if life were a musical, time traveling, and so forth. Grantaire had seen just about it all and perhaps he shouldn't have but he did. As for in Alsace, it was mostly just protests and theft as far as Grantaire had seen. Then again Grantaire tended to stay out of whatever issue was going on now these days.

Grantaire couldn't help but let out a light chuckle.

"Don't you know that the bourgeoisie has been way long gone?"

He tried not to think too much of what the little fellow was doing.

"They've been long gone since the revolution ended."

Maybe the little human beast was just playing with his other human beast-like friends. Just like what many kids here in this small town would do. Although... sometimes they may take it quite too literally.

[apollobred]

That gets a balled set of socks sailing over Christophe's head, clearly a warning shot instead of an actual genuine miss. The tiny cat beast does not seem at all pleased with those words and remains perched upon his barricade as if it were his birthright.

"There will always be bourgeoisie; they just assume different titles!"

So long as there were those that made their cushy living off the backs of the suffering underclass, there would be bourgeoisie! And he would fight them! He would fight them until the very last! Until no one else suffered under the driver's boot!

Enjolras does not seem to really care that he's not really, well, impacting much of anything with his current position but maybe it's better to let him think that he is.

[caitthecakeee]

happy barricade day!

have an enjolras

[wineandsay]

"Hm?"

As soon as Grantaire lit up his cigarette and inhaled it then blew the smoke out that came from the cigarette that he lit up and inhaled, he heard a bit of fidgeting-like noises that also sounded like cardboard. At fist he didn't think too much of it until the sound continued and eventually piqued his curiosity. Once Grantaire was just about done with his cigarette, he approached the little kitten.

Was that one of Gregory's cats? It looked partially human though. Surely it couldn't be one of Gregory's one million cats. Maybe this cat might've been one of that Mephesto guy's experiments, considering the cat seeming half-human and half-beast. And the human-kitten was building... a barricade?

Huh. So that's where all the fidgeting-like noises were coming from. What a smart little cat.

Finishing the last bit of his cigarette, Grantaire flicks the cigarette butt elsewhere, and knelt down in front of the cat, hoping the little human-kitten would approach him. Although his fingers probably smelled like cigarette since he just finished smoking.

"Bonjour petit chat. Qu'est-ce que tu es en train de faire ici?" Grantaire smiled when greeting the little cat and wondered what it was doing out here. He also couldn't help but wonder about that little barricade it was building. Did this little human-kitten not have a home? Grantaire wouldn't mind taking it home with him, though Gregory had quite a lot of cats now and honestly the British man did not need any more cats than he already has.

[apollobred]

" ! "

The voice is enough to cause the small individual to whirl around, a box still in his tiny hands. No! This was not good! His barricade was only half complete! Tail puffing up defensively, the little creature does not answer immediately and instead runs back to his barricade to put the box down and then clamber up to the top. Even though it was just a makeshift from boxes, it was impressively put together and didn't even wobble under the feline's weight.

This would have to do! It was the only way now! Just him to fight but even if he were not enough, he would take them all on! Perched at the top of the cardboard barricade, Enjolras finally responds to the question posed to him.

"Le peuple se battent la bourgeoisie!"

The second the words have left his lips, the small blond raises a pair of balled up socks like dual weapons that he's ready to throw at any second. And knowing him? Yes, he probably would do that. Throw it right at the scoundrel's head! Let him try to take the barricade!

[apollobred]

No one pay any attention! Nothing to see here! Just a small cat person erecting several cardboard boxes into a barricade.

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[apollobred]

It's been a long time but... ngl, I kinda miss my boy.

[thepiecesofcait]

Is it even Barricade Day if I haven’t drawn Enjolras in a state of physical descent?

(PS: here’s a resource list of various articles, podcasts, books, videos, shows and movies to educate your inner Revolutionary)

[glazedeye-s]

Statue of the goddess Aphrodite (Venus) bathing in the garden of the Royal Palace: Caserta, Italy.

[apollobred]

“have you even been taking your medicine?”

“Yes, that I have been doing.” sure he might be reckless enough to forgo sleep and eating when focused on his work but medication was one thing that Enjolras attempted to be very on top of. Granted, sometimes he forgot but he was mostly good about it. 

“Only a small cold.”

[parismemes]

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

[suuho]

his beauty, at that moment augmented by his pride, was resplendent, and he was fresh and rosy after the fearful four and twenty hours which had just elapsed, as though he could no more be fatigued than wounded. it was of him, possibly, that a witness spoke afterwards, before the council of war: “there was an insurgent whom I heard called apollo.” a national guardsman who had taken aim at enjolras, lowered his gun, saying: “it seems to me that I am about to shoot a flower.”