Stop! Thief! [Azelma|Sir Percy

[ÉMILE JAVERT]

“STOP THIEF!” Javerts voice rung out as he chased after the girl.

The crowded streets were quick to part for him, none really wanting to get in the way of the police inspector, giving pursuit. Unfortunately they were also making for a rather good cover. Still with his tall figure let it not be said he was totally lacking in ability to give an efficient chase. Constantly his brown eyes scanned hawk like, his top hat pulled firmly in place. His coat billowed about him as he ran, splashing through the puddles slightly. It was disgraceful what this individual had done.

He paid no heed, or even paused to think of the hardships they might have gone through, or be going through. The idea of having to steal to live was a concept foreign to him. Besides there was no excuse for theft in his mind. His nostrils flared as he had to take in air at a far faster pace to allow him to keep up pursuit. Ah but this was a fast one, he could hear his heart beating in his ears as the thrill of the chase overtook him momentarily. He paused at a crossroads, analysing the patterns.

Than he was away again, having spotted a tell tale disturbance in the crowd. “Don’t let the female get away!” he shouted again, causing the crowd to rapidly part for him. It was harder in a way to follow now though. There were many carriages he had to avoid, this coupled with the gentry. He couldn’t afford to run into any of them, which would have been the height of rudeness, no matter the situation.

So naturally he was respectfully frustrated when he saw the daring thief trying to hide behind a member of the gentry. He couldn’t demand that they step aside, once more it was rude. He was a servant to the upper class; it wasn’t his place to demand anything. “Excuse me monsieur, there is a thief behind you,” he stated, trying to keep his voice level. That was a partial success, if you ignored that he was still getting his breath back from the chase. He’d ended up perspiring slightly, but still he straightened his posture, tipping his top hat respectfully all the same. Trying to act like he wasn’t out of breath.

[azelma]

Azelma hated having to do this but her father had wanted the watch and told her to get it, the only way she could do that was to steal it, so the light fingered girl had slipped it into her coat’s pocket before walking away. She wandered through the crowds her eyes scanning everywhere. She always seemed calm when she was far from it. Her head turned as she heard someone shouting “STOP THIEF.”

Azelma glanced around at the man coming towards her, she should have known the police inspector would be poking around he usually was. The brunette started to run all she had to do was lose him in the crowd. She moved in and out of the crowd looking behind her every now and then. She knew if she got caught there would be no saving her.

Azelma glanced around as she kept moving all she needed the inspector to do was stop for a second or to go in the wrong direction. Why she could never say no to anything that she was asked to do, she always said yes. It was just a watch she’d helped to steal worse than that before, everyone needed to survive even if the police didn’t see it that way.

She kept running turning her head at the shout, why hadn’t she checked the area more before taking the watch. She wasn’t sure if she had a hope in out running him, she might have been younger but he was stronger. A grey eye rested on a group of men maybe she could lose him in the group of Gentry it was at least worth a try wasn’t it?

Slipping in between the group before stepping behind one of them all she needed him to do was run past her, her heart jumped as she heard his voice and began immediately searching for a way out of the situation, she levelled her breathing and glanced around quickly, she just had to get away or at least out of the group at the moment she just stood behind the gentleman if he moved she made a run for it. But for now she needed to get her breath back.

Nothing had ever felt so heavy in her pocket as the watch did at that very moment , was getting caught better than what her father would do if she returned empty handed she didn’t know and didn’t really want to think about it.

[SIR PERCIVAL BLAKENEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] Never hold back your step for a moment ( 477 ) WORDS ( Javert, Azelma ) TAGGED ( Complete ) IN/COMPLETE A visit to Paris was much needed. The league had picked up rumours of a rebellion rising, and with it the talk of another revolution. It seemed that the time had come for Percy to bring out his mask and gather the league. Paris was still safe enough for him to get away with having Percy visit Paris, to restock his wine cellars and buy a new coat of course. Not to gather the league and reform old connections. It was also a good excuse to visit some of his aristocratic friends, who had foolishly returned under the rule of the new king. He wondered if they knew the true severity of the situation, or if like many others, were blind to rumblings of the streets of Paris. The people of France were calling for blood and Percy feared as to where it would lead. Percy was making his way to a local tailor, the gentleman who ran the shop and previously been very useful to him, he had connections and knew the best forgers in Paris. If he was to begin infiltrating Paris he would need papers to allow him to enter the city under disguise. He readjusted his top hat as he made his way down the street; he was dressed in his full Percy Blakeney attire, cravat and monocle. No one would suspect why he was really there. The idea was so brazen he fancied his disguise would work easily. It appeared however, his mission was to be disturbed as a young street child dashed past him. In the distance Percy spied an Inspector of the law. Now Percy wasn’t one to simply ignore a person in need, and he was greatly entertained by the frenchies reactions to Sir Blakeney. Stepping directly in front of the child, he pulled out his monocle and pretended to inspect a small shop window. If the child had any sense she would make her get away pronto, and he could continue his business. “Excuse me monsieur, there is a thief behind you,” Percy raised an eyebrow and turned to survey the inspector, raising the monocle to his eye he exclaimed loudly in his British accent ‘who sir? Me sir? No sir…’ he paused for a moment taking in the inspectors appearance, he was not one he had come across before. It was key, that he remembered as many faces as he could, for he knew as well as anyone faces often had the tendency to come back to haunt him. Percy preferred to be a few steps ahead of everyone else. ‘How devilishly unlucky that a thief should taking cover behind me, that’s frightfully unfashionable.’ He said, peering at the inspector in disgust. It was apparent that the young child had certainly run the inspector ragged, the dear fellow was huffing as he tried to catch his breath. Sir Percy

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[ÉMILE JAVERT]

Javert regarded Sir Percy with nothing but respect in his eyes. “Yes Monsieur, I am referring to yourself,” he stated, his voice respectful. His dark brown eyes were watching, expecting for the thief to try and run. “Please M’sieur if it would not trouble you to step aside I will be able to arrest the thief, with no further troubling to your person, I mean no disrespect,” he added on, tilting his hat quietly.

He longed for nothing other than to get on with his job. “I haven’t seen you around before, with all due respects sir, nor is your accent from here. May I ask your name?” he tilted his head slightly. It was an unconscious habit. He was also slightly wary considering that while he strongly doubted it, this could be Jean Valjean. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been fooled by Valjean. He needed to see Sir Percy moving though more than anything, and that was something he couldn’t do with a thief on the loose. If there was a dragging of the right leg then he’d at least know it was a criminal.

He shifted his stance slightly, trying to control his panting breaths. This was getting easier as he managed to recover his breath though. Constantly his eyes were scanning in case the brat made a run for it while he was distracted; he was more than ready to dodge around this obvious aristocrat, though he didn’t wish to be rude. He just knew that his first priority was to the law. “Please Monsieur; allow me to keep the streets clear of such... miscreants and lowlifes by allowing me to do my assigned task as a servant of the government,” he added on. That was honestly his first thoughts.

This was how he could best serve a place that had given him a second chance. That had given him a precious chance to escape the life of the child of a convict and a gypsy. He had learnt rapidly that he had no desire to live on the wrong side of the bars, his young life had taught him that much.

[azelma]

Azelma couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on her lips as the gentleman stood in front of her. Her keen grey eyes flicked around looking for a way out of the crowd the Gentleman seemed to be trying to keep the inspector busy all she needed was a gap to run though. She was puzzled though most people would turn a thief in if they heard a police inspector was after someone. She tapped her foot biting her lip searching for a way out. Why her, why did her father feel the need to send her apart from the fact he always got what he wanted with her. She wanted her old life, well what she remembered of it.

Azelma was glad the inspector was talking to the gentleman it gave her the chance to find a gap in crowd to go. All she needed was one person to move out of the way. She should have gone the other way, she could have gotten home easier that way, and she was just making things difficult for herself at the moment. Azelma slipped her hand in her pocket touching the watch. Maybe she could stash it somewhere and come back for it later, but then he had seen the face. The girl frowned slightly and walked away from the gentleman slowly she had to get away from this situation.

Azelma ran her hands in her hair glancing back at the inspector; Javert was famous among her family and the people they dealt with. He was famous for having no pity on how other people had to live their lives. The French girl looked around she just needed a small gap so that she could keep running, Javert wouldn’t have the guts to knock down a member of the gentry after all he was employed by the state.

She wished she was her sister at least Eponine had the guts to tell her parents what she thought and she never got caught. Azelma had never been seen before usually she managed to get away as quickly as she could, but the police inspector had been hanging around more how could she not have noticed him, she was going to kick herself for this day for the rest of the month if she got away with it.

[SIR PERCIVAL BLAKENEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] Never hold back your step for a moment ( 359 ) WORDS ( Javert, Azelma ) TAGGED ( Complete ) IN/COMPLETE Percy feigned surprise, oh how he loved toying with the French police force. The inspector should have more pressing matters than a common thief. From what Percy had heard, rebel forces were gathering in the streets, the air was electric as if the city lay on the edge of a precipice. One act would tip the scale between a rebellion and peace. Percy Blakeney nodded his head slightly in acknowledgement of the inspector’s words, ‘Sir Percival Blakeney Baronet, at your service my kind fellow.’ He said brightly bowing with a flourish, he held his hand out behind his back as an invitation to the child. If the child had any sense she would dispense the stolen item in his hand or run. Either way he hoped she would make her choice soon, he had an urgent appointment he could not afford to miss. ‘Ah yes, those scoundrels!’ Percy said frivolously, ‘this little rebellion of yours is monstrous intolerable’ he continued, ‘Sink me! I can’t even get to my tailors quickly; my cravat is a disgrace, look at it!’ he said pointing to it with his monocle. ‘I do hope this rebellion isn’t going to affect Paris’s fashions. My, my that would not do at all.’ He added shaking his head sadly. Percy could feel the tension rising in the inspector, it was clear he wasn’t going to back down, not against his British persona. He knew that many of the league would be telling him to let it go, focus on the bigger picture, but if an opportunity arose where he could help someone in need…well he couldn’t pass it up. He knew Margo would understand, her compassion wouldn’t allow for a young girl to starve, even if stealing were wrong. Who could blame the people? Desperation hung in the air and neither the king nor the government knew what to do to quell the anger. ‘You are correct though Monsieur, it’s devilishly unfortunate to have pickpockets roaming the streets, heaven forbid they might pocket something of mine’ he added, giving the inspector an approving nod, he slowly stepped aside a smug smirk crossing his face for a moment. Sir Percy

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