HE HAD SIMPLY SPREAD HIS WINGS !

THIS CHILD NEVER FELT  so happy as on the street. the pavements were less hard than his mother's heart. #GAMIIN

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                   THREE  DAYS.     three  days  bedridden  ,     three  days  dying  ,    and  yet  now  he  has  risen  ,    tangled  in  covers  and  pale  as  a  phantom.     he  is  trapped  ,     held  hostage  in  a  room  where  they  poked  and  prodded  at  him  ,     pulling  the  bullets  from  his  body  and  sewing  him  back  up  like  some  child’s  play  toy.     three  days  stuck  in  a  room  ,     three  days  too  long  ,     it  is  time  for  him  to  make  his  escape.

it’s  a  wonder  he’s  moving  ,     a  wonder  he  hasn’t  pulled  his  stitches  ,     as  restless  as  he  is.     it’s  another  wonder  when  he  manages  to  make  his  way  out  of  bed  ,     and  then  to  the  door  ,     and  then  halfway  across  the  room.  it  is  there  he  can  go  no  further  ,     his  legs  collapsing  out  from  under  him  as  his  tiny  body  presses  into  the  inspector’s  side  ,     hands  grabbing  for  purchase  on  the  fabric  of  his  uniform.           ‘      gimme  a  hand  inspector  ,     would  ya’ ?      ‘

                                             ↢    ––    RE :   @marblebelow          [     ♡     ]

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↢    ––    RE :   NSTRINGS    ;     CAPTAIN  COLD

Snart regards the child with a bored stare  ,     eyebrow arching up mockingly as he reaches inside his pocket. he takes his  sweet time  searching in the parka’s pocket as a smirk creeps up his lips  , widening when he pulls out a small toy gun.     ‘  here.  ’

                    HIS   hand  does  not  move  from  its  outstretched  position  ,     eyes  flicking  between  the  toy  gun  and  the  man  holding  it  ,     his  face  containing  the  most  exasperated  expression  it  could  muster.          ‘      must’ve  spoken  wrong  ,     lemme  see  your  cold  gun.      ‘

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↢    ––    RE :   MARBLEBELOW    ;     INSPECTOR  JAVERT

                    gavroche has reached out to him and being in the process of trying to find a way out of the building without being seen , he pays no mind to the stains of BLOOD & DIRT he would undoubtedly leave on the inspector’s uniform. gavroche is not hard to carry in this state and javert rises to his feet with ease. that’s not to say javert has had any trouble manhandling him before , but it’s an especially simple task now that he’s so near lifeless and puts up no struggle. the people of paris remain in their homes , sheltering themselves from the aftermath of yesterday’s battles. it comforts javert to know it is unlikely they will come across anyone if he stays on the right streets , but he is still unsure of exactly where to go. gavroche needs A MIRACLE a doctor , and javert needs one that will not ask too many questions. 

                     you’re dead. he would only take the words to heart when he realizes that gavroche must have witnessed jean valjean drag him into the alleyway , leaving the students under the assumption that he had SHOT HIM dead. he looks upon the pale , grim face of the young boy in his arms. he himself wears an expression which was not unlike the aforementioned description and does not stop his hasty walk into the alleys. he has no time to stop and explain the happenings of the previous night which were lost on the boy , for , in that case , they might be the last thing he ever hears.   ❝    no , i am not. i am in fact in much better condition than you.    ❞  

                    ‘      ––   DON’T   look  much  better.      ‘          the  ghost  of  a  laugh  falls  from  between  chapped  lips  ,     more  of  a  wheeze  than  anything  of  substance.     he  knew  exactly  what  he  looked  like  ,     curled  in  the  inspector’s  arms.     he  looked  like  a  ghost  ,     a  corpse  ,     the  shell  of   a  boy.     and  the  inspector  was  his  grave robber  ,     though  instead  of  valuables  he  had  stolen  gavroche  himself  away.     his  head  falls  to  the  side  ,     resting  lightly  against  the  inspector’s  chest  ,     flakes  of  dried  blood  finding  a  new  home  in  the  immaculate  fabric  that  rested  there.

                    he’s  to  exhausted  to  question  the  inspector’s  sudden  resurrection  ,     to  tired  even  to  struggle  as  he’s  carried  away  from  his  deathbed  towards  something  else  ,     towards  life.     his  eyes  flutter  shut  ,     and  his  body  goes  limp.     how  nice  it  would  feel  to  just  give  up  ,     to  leave  his  body  to  the  streets  and  the  rats.     that  was  where  he  belonged  ,     anyways  ,     that  was  his  home.     and  yet  he  cannot  ,     he  will  not  let  himself.     for  who  would  tend  to  his  friends  if  he  were  dead  and  gone ?     who  would  watch  after  his  sisters ?     to  die  would  disrupt  too  much  ,     and  so  he  wearily  opens  his  eyes  once  more  ,     and  this  time  they  focus  on  the  medal  shining  up  at  him  from  the  gore  that  is  his  chest.          ‘          ‘seems  ‘ve  won  an  award  ,     inspector.     ‘

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                              GAME STARTERS VOL.1       ( ALICE: MADNESS RETURNS )     

❛ The past must be paid for. ❜

❛ Only the insane equate pain with success. ❜

❛ I’d like to forget what you did. I’ve tried, but I can’t. ❜

❛ Is it mad to pray for better hallucinations? ❜

❛ I know I’m guilty of something, but punishment hardly ever suits the victim of a crime. ❜

❛ You’ve used me and abused me, but you will not destroy me! ❜

❛ It’s not a dream. It’s a – memory. And it makes me sick. ❜

❛ I am fine. I’m not mad. I am innocent, I mean, —- not guilty! ❜

❛ I’ve not come back here looking for a fight. ❜

❛ Save myself? From death? I’m not afraid to die. Times I’ve welcomed death! ❜

❛ I want to forget! Who would choose to be alone, imprisoned by their broken memories? ❜

❛ Threats, promises and good intentions don’t amount to action. ❜

❛ We’re at risk here. You, be on your guard. ❜

❛ A secret is only a secret when it is unspoken to another. ❜

❛ How fine you look when dressed in rage. ❜

❛ The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die. ❜

❛ Authority must be obeyed, or it must be overthrown. ❜

❛ You shouldn’t ask questions you know the answers to, it’s not polite. ❜

❛ Make your survival mean something, or we are all doomed. ❜

❛ Memory is more often a curse than a blessing. ❜

❛ The real world is not so wonderful. You’ll need to grow up. ❜

❛ You look decent enough. But appearances deceive. ❜

❛ You are no help at all when I know you can be. ❜

❛ You’re as randomly lethal and entirely confused as you ever were. ❜

❛ I’ve managed without you so far. Return to whatever hovel’s home to you, I’ll call if I need you. ❜

❛ What? There’s no hope, then? ❜

❛ Failure as your epitaph? I’d hoped you were more courageous. ❜

❛ You are someone I once knew and loved. Time changes us all. ❜

❛ The malignant royal bitch still reigns. ❜

❛ I believe I know that way and I’d rather not travel further along it. ❜

❛ They are dead, and you should be too. ❜

❛ You misbegotten abomination! Murderer! You bloodsucking parasite! ❜

❛ You psychotic, hysterical bitch! ❜

❛ Come to receive your punishment then? ❜

❛ There is so little hope and if fear paralyses you we’re lost. ❜

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↢    ––    RE :   WICKEDSHOTS    ;     LUCAS  SINCLAIR

—HIS PACE INCREASES ACROSS THE SMALL YARD ; his target ? a small curly haired boy with dirt for days staining both clothes and body. he unsettles Lucas, not merely for his appearance, but by the fact that he’s stalking around the bike rack. he’d never seen him before– or after school claiming one of the many bicycles, fueling his suspicions even further.  “ I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you better not even try it. ”

@gamiin— gavroche.  ╱ starter call ( closed ).

                    ‘      JUST   ‘cause  i’m  not  rich  doesn’t  mean  i’m  gonna  steal  somethin’.      ‘          he  turns  with  fists  already  balled  at  his  side  and  a  fire  blazing  just  behind  his  eyes.     he  was  used  to  the  comments  and  the  stares  ,     the  whispers  that  the  thénardier  boy  was  trouble.     they’d  followed  him  his  whole  life  ,     clinging  to  him  like  the  layer  of  dirt  that  seemed  to  live  on  every  shirt.     but  just  because  he  was  used  to  the  comments  didn’t  mean  he  had  to  put  up  with  them.          ‘      fuck  off !      ‘

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          YOU  READY  TO  GET  YOUR  ASS  KICKED  BY  AN  ELEVEN  YEAR  OLD ?    well  too  bad  because  gavroche  is  seventy  pounds  of  pure  fury.     you  may  think  you’re  safe  ,     hiding  out  where  he’ll  never  find  you  ,     but  he’s  ready  to  find  and  roast  even  the  most  well  hidden  of  people.     

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↢    ––    RE :   MARBLEBELOW    ;     INSPECTOR  JAVERT

his fingers feel a featherlight release in the same moment he witnesses the bullet-ridden chest expand with breath , and his own intact body would nearly shudder in surprise at the prospect of life. he hesitates , thinking perhaps his mind had only tricked him in its present state of shock. logic prevails him. the boy is dead. he has never been one to fall prey to the concept of miracles or even wishful thinking if he had a reason to wish the boy had lived. 

and as he continues to watch , he watches the reality of being proven wrong once again , and it has no less of an effect upon him as being spared when under the mercy of a convict did only the night before. the child of paris’ eyes peels themselves opened and a groan is provoked from the body. javert draws back , stunned. gavroche was alive , though the fact that he might not have much longer did not escape the inspector. he almost goes to rise and seek out another to provide the boy a medic but stops himself when he considers that the soldiers might prefer to allow the boy to lay there until death would finally claim him , or bring it about the end by their own means. death to each and every traitor. javert visibly cringes at the loss of what to do. he looks down at the boy once more. the decision to bring him into a cradle does not make sense to him. but nothing had been perfectly clear to him as of late. least of all , allowing this boy to die when javert had the ability to help him live.

                      ❝ GAVROCHE. ❞   it is unlikely that gavroche will understand him in this state , but javert cannot let the following words go unsaid should it happen that the boy could retain them.  ❝ MAKE NO SOUND. ❞

                    THE  order  is  easer  said  than  done  ,     as  hands  jostle  his  aching  body  and  send  pain  coursing  from  head  to  toe.     the  world  spins  around  him  ,     a  dizzying  swirl  of  color  and  sound  ,     and  it  takes  all  of  his  strength  not  to  cry  out.     it  felt  as  though  he  had  been  shot  all  over  again  ,     and  he  can  almost  hear  the  gunshot  as  the  pain  wells  in  his  shoulder  and  stomach  ,     stemming  from  the  places  where  bullets  had  found  their  home.     a  hand  grasps  the  inspectors  shirt  ,     a  desperate  attempt  to  pull  himself  back  to  reality  ,     to  have  something  stable  in  that  spinning  mess  of  a  world.

                    he  was  almost  unrecognizable  as  the  whirlwind  of  a  boy  from  only  a  day  prior.     there  was  no  way  this  dying  could  be  that  very  same  unstoppable  force  ,     especially  not  with  the  way  he  clung  to  one  who  could  almost  be  called  his  sworn  enemy.     and  yet  the  fire  is  still  alight  with  in  those  tired  eyes  ,      and  the  heart  in  his  chest  still  beats  ,     unwilling  give  up  the  fight  just  yet.     another  breath  fills  his  lungs  ,     and  those  fiery  eyes  focus  at  last  on  their  savior.          ‘       you’re  dead.      ‘

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↢    ––    FOR :   OPTXMISTE    ;     BOSSUET

      “People don’t generally find me cool at all, so I’ll take what I can get.”

     ‘      WELL  ,     those  people  ‘re  stupid.     'cause  you’re  at  least  cooler  than  half’a  your  friends      ‘

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                    ‘      LEMME  see  your  gun.      ‘          a  demanding  hand  is  thrust  towards  snart  ,     every  ounce  of  his  tiny  body  exuding  enough  confidence  that  you  would  almost  think  the  gun  was  already  wrapped  between  his  fingers.

                                        ↢    ––    FOR :   @nstrings    ;     STARTER  CALL

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