Frères Humains [Maximilien]

[enjolras]

His sobriety broadened, with unpretentious concern and candid compassion, akin to the likeness of the sliver sky. It altered his expression in the most laudable way, capturing his genuine purpose, which quietly lingered, obscured and uninterrupted, behind piceously dark eyes. He stood triumphant, heart ablaze, in the manner of Isaeus, discernible before the masses. They yelled and shrieked their protests, arms aloft, faces filthy, directing their despair at the ireful orator that illuminated the square. He voiced alone. Marius Pontmercy had, once again, neglected to arrive. The youth exhaled, as the marble lover of liberty, his voice was smooth and hymn-like.

“They see how we die and yet they do nothing! You have seen for yourselves! They escalate the price of bread and employ more tax for a tincture of water. They deem their lavishment is worth our lives. That it is the deprived and the humble that should fund their luxury! A woman for a carafe of wine! A child for a case of calissons!” There was an eruption of agreement, angry hands outstretched, partnered with an outburst of vulgarities from ‘swine’ to ‘saligauds’. Enjolras resumed, their rage driving him on maniacally. “They ignore our petitions and shun our pleas! They regard us as mere animals, as filth and as obstruction, here to govern their emporiums, to nurture their cuisine, to gloss and to shine their shit-stained shoes!”

He remembered to step back, after encircling the perimeter of his makeshift podium. The drizzle had saturated his hair; his coat was as red as his searing temper. “We are born red-bloodied, of a woman’s interior, all equal in the eyes of our Lord. They shame the blessed church! They shame the very nation of France! No longer shall we allow the wealthy man dominion of our souls, proprietorship of our lives! We, the people, must rise to honour, to bravery and pride. We must halt such vicious injustice! Their sacrilege will not go unpunished! We are the liberators of France, the defenders of our children and of their children to come!” Enjolras radiated, his passion blurred the chill in his backbone, the dampness of his tresses.

Another discharge of frenzied cries and applause. His zeal clouded his perception; he could no longer distinguish faces. He ran his fingers through his hair, allowing the sound of rebellion to soften and enchant. “And what of the guard, who linger in the streets, impossible to overthrow?” The bellow of a man, dark-haired and dead-eyed, ejected from the crowd, to which the swarm offered yells of encouragement. Enjolras refocused upon the fellow, a little uneasy. Despite his persuasion and silver-tongue, he had a tendency to struggle with direct questions and sceptic demands (another reason that he longed for Marius to back him up).

His solemnity had relaxed, calming his expression, quite contrary to his pallor. “There is no need to concern yourselves with the guard. They are the regime’s only deterrent and are virtually powerless to the unionisation of our people. We outnumber them tenfold, monsieur, we are the true power of France. They hold us to nothing! It is the fear of failure that urges these thoughts and fear can be overcome! As can discrimination! And we are the ones to do it!” He man appeared still unconvinced, but others seemed very committed and as such submitted another shower of applause, nearly in time with the rain.

[maximiliennoelvier]

The day so far had been a rather exhausting one, the family manor had been like a nest of wasps, his father carried with him a venomous tone within his voice, he would drop down upon maxi and his brother whenever they were found to be doing something that their father would rather them not. "You have to be presentable he would say." to his eldest brother even when he happened to be as presentable as any pathetic suck up could be. Their mother had been hovering around with her worried mumbles, which resembled a buzzing sound that fluttered around your ears annoying in its persistence. Maxi knew why his father was so excited and he was happy for him, but why these despicable snobs? This was among one of the worst family's his father had ever met. Anyone poor was knocked back down further into gutter by them, not only that but they looked down just about anyone. Maxi would rather be anywhere than take any part of that dull meeting. Yeah it was part of one of his father’s business ventures but surely there were more trustworthy sensible partners. He would not trust these people to cuddle a baby let alone handle money. In Max's mind it was something that just had failure in red sparkling letters flashing above everyone's head. Something his father was obviously too blind with glee to see.

Having already concocted and attempted several plans of escaping this never ending torture, Maximilien had not been able to escape his father's had kept a watchful eye on Maxi, there had been no small detail in which he could exploit, of course in the end he got out. As had been predicated by Maxi some time earlier his father had got in a row, it had been the most perfect of moments for Maxi to take his leave. Ignoring the looks he received from his brother Nicholas he had left the room without even a second glance, okay that was lie he had mouthed a goodbye to his brother but that was it really. So yeah the day so far had been tiring but things could only soar higher from here, and well the day was about to.

Maxi was in his poor person guise as he liked to call it, he had once again taken to the streets to see what was going on, and see if he could get any information on anything. The Young lad always found it easier to adventure, and get information when in this guise on the streets the people seemed to trust him more than when he came as is normal self. Maxi had made sure to dirty his face somewhat, it always helped to make him less recognizable, plus from what he had experienced many in the aristocracy would want nothing to do with someone they perceived as poor so it did work. He had put on some clothes he had always hid for disguise to work to make himself look poorer, he did always kept his glasses of for stuff like this as well. Doing this may seem odd to some but for Maxi it was a way of identifying with the poor and it just felt an easier way of communicating with them as well.

Having taken a few pieces of food from his house and made sure to pocket some money he would give it to anyone who looked like they needed it, he knew there were plenty of people who did. The Bonus to this is while acting poor he was less likely to be stolen from or he hoped at least, but then the downside was that he had less to give.

He was making for the place known as Rue De La Chanverrerie it was wet, raining, not that he cared. He was going there because it seemed a huge crowd had gathered in the square the place was a hive of activity, whatever was going on had to be good. He had heard from a young lad on the street that ABC made their HQ around this area if it was true or not he was unsure, however he was resolved to check it out at some point. Maxi got there just after Enjolras had started talking, but he found himself stopping in his tracks instantly, captivated by the man’s powerful passion and charisma that just seemed to ooze off him.Was this the leader of ABC? he asked himself. He deciding he needed to get a better view of him, considering he was somewhat stuck behind the older and taller people. Glancing around Maxi soon found a small wall which was not that that far off from where the man was, reaching it jumped onto it and sat down listening and watching almost entranced. He found himself agreeing with the man, he clapped when the crowed did, the angry cries though did worry him somewhat, things were worsening by the day, and he wondered what would happen too many in the aristocracy.

He was still lost in thought when he was almost shocked out of it by the sceptical question of one of the men in the crowed complaining about the guard saying they would be impossible, to overcome. He frowned eager to see what The Other man would say and almost smirked at the response, what the guy said was only logical, if these people united they could easily overcome the guard. However the man still looked sceptical despite the fact others were straight into an applause, the way this man spoke was just awe inspiring no wonder this crowd was so moved by him. Maxi did feel a little irritated by the man why was he still being scpetical about it was it as the guy speaking had said was fear maybe it was.
"He's right," suddenly burst out with deciding to back the guy up a Little not that he really needed it, but then if it was someone from ABC he might get in their good books plus he liked the idea of standing up for what you believe in
"It May seem impossible to overcome them but considering the number's y... we have, if we were to unite they would be overrun sent running for the hills." He smiled inwardly happy hoping this would stop the man's scepticism, though he was cursing himself for nearly saying you instead of we and for almost stumbling over it.

[enjolras]

He calmed his reflections, as they scuttled before him. He strived to make sense of them all, transmuting all emotion into coherent remarks. As the rain progressively worsened, from a faded drizzle to a ferocious downpour, Enjolras prevailed regardless, his face drenched and rubicund, his nose tinted red. Through the shimmer of appreciation (thunderous hands and turbulent roars) voiced the tone of another male, younger than the last, of less than a mere sixteen. He stated his opinion tactfully with no more than a minor stumble; passionate and induced, he seemed, his speech was clear, his words were definite. “And, indeed we shall, monsieur!” he directed to the child, leaning forward in a subconscious attempt to secure his opinion.

“Upward we shall rise with rallied arms and victorious minds. There are none so disposed to succeed as the beating heart of a coalesced society!” Once again, the anticipated cheer, albeit weaker: a mere ripple of constrained concord. The rain was gradually, in that scornful way that it usually does, excavating through the cloaks of an already quivering congregation. The moisture chilled them to the bone; children cried concurrently with arctic gale, their feet were damp, their hair was sodden; women huddled in muddled mass, vainly clutching at concocted warmth, while men cooed over their watches, complaining at the raconteur’s need for notice. In a moment of partial agitation, semi-strewn with panicked haste, Enjolras continued, in a bid to say all he wished to say.

The crowd began its separation, he pleased their ears with an accent credible and calm. “And to all who have gathered, to those who have hearkened, and those who have learned, distribute what you have heard and what you have been told. Tell all those of similar mind and those of hesitant heart. Tell them their anger is shared by all! That all shall gather to rescind the decree, venomous and biased, that mars the very domain of France! Down with the monarchy! Vive la Résistance! Vive la France!” The final ovation, the feeblest yet, echoed throughout the square as the masses divided, in search of a momentary haven, a fleeting moment of heat. Enjolras ran his fingers, once again, through his hair, now rain-rich and cold.

He rearranged his overcoat (which, by now, was as damp as his tresses) then made this way from his provisional platform, half stumbling as he ventured down the stairs, which were, to be fair, entirely too slight for his stride, offering sporadic gratitude, in the form of handclasps and merci biens, to the few who still remained. He sighed profoundly and rested against a proximate wall. He descended to the ground and sighed again. He could have done much better. Had he been coherent enough? Had he answered the gentlemen’s query? Did they take him for his word or did they think him mad? Oh, how he wanted Marius there to enhance where he had faltered. Were they truly hung upon his contemplations? Or were they too preoccupied with rain? Enculé, he could have done so much better.

[maximiliennoelvier]

What had started as a small harmless amount of rain had now become a never-ending torrent of water battering the crowd below, drenching them to the very bone. It would not be long before the crowed started to part, to seek shelter fleeing from the rain like a savage beast that is hunted. There were already many grumbles coming mainly from the men, and of course cries of rage from the few upper-middle class women; not the richest around mind you, and they do agree with the man's cause, and the plight of the poor. Yes there was outcry from them due to their nice dresses being drenched almost ruined. Non yet where seeking shelter but it would only be a matter of time, many were looking at their watches others were tapping there feet impatiently, obviously hoping the man would finish very soon. There did seem to be a loyal few though who looked on listening to the man's every word, almost blind to the rain smashing down upon them. The Most concerned seemed to be the mothers, who had already begun protecting their children from the rain. It would not be enough, but for those who wanted to stay and listen it was the easiest solution for now. Maxi had resolved to stay and watch the man to the end, he was a very passionate man and it showed, as he continued on even through the rain to deliver his message to the people who had gathered here.

Maxi had not needed to say anything more the man seemed to have no more complaints after that, maybe it was the rain, maybe it was that he could not whip up a retort, or maybe he did not like the idea of being told so by someone much younger than him, a 15 year old no less. Maxi did not care in the slightest he was too busy listening to the man on the stag, only glancing briefly at the other one who had spoken out, whose face showed annoyance upon it, Maxi smirked a little then turned his attention back to the one speaking, once again getting lost in the passion of it. The Teen was not blind though, the weather was worsening at every second that ticked by, the crowed grew ever more restless, Even those that so desperately wanting to listen to this man's last words had begun looking not only like wet sheep but as if they could flee the place any given moment. Maxi on the other hand and nothing better to do at the moment so he stayed put, yes he was getting drenched but the teen did not mind it. The Lad wanted to know if this was one of the men from ABC, if so it would be the perfect opportunity to find out and find out more about them, to gain more information, being in a revolutionary movement itself would help to further gain information to help save those aristocrats that are at risk of being harmed. It was not just that though Maxi did actually agree with their ideals and message in fact he would not mind a republic, in his mind a king was a stupid idea and a king only seemed to cause pain and suffering from what he had seen on the streets.

By now there was barley anyone left at all most had scattered as fast as they could, Maxi knew why but still they could of waited until the end some of course had and were now hurrying out of here as soon as possible. Maxi was socked , he was glad the cap he wore shielded his hair, his hat seemed to be the only part of his clothing that was not as damp as the rest of it, the most of his clothing was socked through, it was uncomfortable but he could live with it. It was the last moments of the speech and in maxi's mind it and been delivered well, nothing had really gone wrong even though, even though the rain had sent people scattering they still would of heard and listened, Maxi however was among those who had replied back the few that had stayed, others were very Pre-occupied but Maxi was sure they heard.
"Vive la Résistance! Vive la France!" He shouted along with those few that dwindled ever more, the crowd was not as loud as it could have been but it echoed how the man had been able to still captivate and draw people in.

Giving a quick nod of the head to one of the passers-by Maxi slid off the wall he was sitting on landing with a splash in growing puddle, well his shoes were now as wet as his clothing, water though had not gotten in them yet. Now that the crowd had dispersed the lad could see the area better, glancing around he noticed a few starved looking family's huddling together sheltering from the rain. They looked terrible and so under fed, Maxi turned away remembering that he should pick up the food he had hidden nearby, they could certainly need it, he had enough stuff at home, it's not like anyone would miss it or if they did they could easily get some more. Sighing and feeling a little more down, he looked back up at the stage. The man looked somewhat exhausted and was now at the bottom of the sitars, maxi was not sure but it looked as if the man seemed somewhat downhearted by how everyone had scarped as soon as the rain picked up not stopping to listen like maxi and the few that were now talking to him before leaving to get out of the rain.

Maxi stayed still watching silently for a few moments deciding upon how best to approach him, he waited though until others had done talking with him before Maxi decided to go. As he got closer he smiled though it was hard to go about that due to the rain but still he did have a smile upon his face. He got close enough for before speaking though he hoped the man was not too lost in his thoughts, he did not want to disturb him too much. “Monsieur you were amazing up there, very moving, I'm sure everyone that was here agreed with you." Now he was closer maxi was able to see him better of course he was taller than him, not much of a surprise, Maxi was younger and was still not at the height he would be when he would be old enough. His Red overcoat though damp from the rain still shone which to him, showed off his colourfulness as much as the words he used to captivate the crowd. "They hung on your every word," he gave the man a smile, he meant every word of what he said though there were most likely some in that crowd who had thought everything he said wasted or a bunch of rubbish but from where Maxi had been sitting the job had been done or maybe that was him hoping.