the dark of the night / gavroche

[mmethenardier]

Twas a devilishly late hour of the night, perhaps three or so, where not even the spirits roamed the empty cobble streets. Not many would dare to be out in Rue Saint-Denis at the hour, for mugging was a common practice among naive newcomers and travelers. The only people who didn't have to worry about such heinous crimes were those who performed such crimes. The Patron Minette sought the darkness as their own time to do their work and seek out their fortunes.

Madame was more or less awake at this ungodly hour, waiting with Thenardier for other members of the Patron Minette in the sewer system. Montparnasse, Claquesous, Babet, and Gueulemer came just minutes later, dressed darkly and carrying sacks that Madame assumed would hold the goods. Sacks were not her style; she preferred to shove things in her clothing until she was so weighted down she could not walk. Although, it wasn't often she had the opportunity to help on missions like these, for the others often didn't trust her to stay aloof and quiet and to reveal all the goods she had managed to find to split and sell equally. They had good reason to believe such things because she had done them on numerous occasions and they had finally caught on.

Azelma and Eponine did not join them this evening, for they did much better at daytime snatches. They were much sneakier and had the advantage of being young and attractive, whereas people like Madame did not. Azelma and Eponine could run much faster too, while Madame's extra weight (mostly in her rear and breasts) held her down to barely more of an awkward waddle-run.

They spoke for a few seconds to make specific plans as to which rooms to search through and what to do if the residents woke (beat if the person/ people woke and had no weapons, kill if they did). Not long after they came out of the shadows and walked towards a house towards the end of the street, a modest, yet fairly nice stone home with more than a few knick-knacks worth stealing inside. Madame lagged behind as they walked rather swiftly and she could only walk at half pace because of her heels (one had long since broken off but they were the only pair of shoes she owned). They were already entering the house through the open windows when Madame tripped over something on the side of the road.

"Oomf!" she went down, almost losing a shoe as she went. What the hell would be in the road at this hour, and be the size it was? Looking closer, she saw that it was a person, a little person, who she had tripped over. "What in god's name is a lil brat doing in the street at three in the morning?" she said out loud, not particularly to anyone.

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[gavroche]

ooc: you're skyping me, playing slow sad songs, so it's obviously your fault this sucks

Rue Saint-Denis was quiet this time of night- empty. It was a sort of an unspoken rule, once the sun went down, you found someplace to settle yourself, unless you wanted to loose whatever little you had. Gavorche was out in a middle of the street, because he had no curfew to speak of and could do whatever he wanted and all that jazz. And of course, he wasn't scared. He had no reason to be. These were his streets, and nobody would dare mess with him. He normally didn't have anything to do with the shabby apartments- but he'd been running messages for the ABC boys and at some point kind of sort of fallen asleep (he was eleven- it happened). When he woke up it was well into the night, and the streets were silent, and hi Colette this isn't really a post and you know that but yeah, Gavroche was still sitting in the alleyway when a very obnoxious waddling woman ran into him.

"Watch where your walking!" Of course, Gavroche fully expected an apology from the "big person" who'd all but fallen onto her face. If people could pay attention to where they put their damn feet.. '"What in god's name is a lil brat doing in the street at three in the morning?" "What's a whore doing back so-- oh, well that explains it." He looked her up an down, scrunching up his nose in disgust. (It didn't take much effort.) Of course, he knew all about the Thenardiers and their little gang of thieves. He knew everyone. They were probably trying to break into a house- the luck they'd need with Madame tailing after them! He just wondered how long it would take her addled brain to realize that she was his mother-- not that he particularly cared.