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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx217/roar2004/tumblr_mgzu3m2jFr1qzoj6xo2_250.gif); width: 250px; height: 136px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 250px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution Things were starting to get serious for Les Amis. People in the streets were beginning to get anxious. Lamarque had fallen ill - one of the many sicknesses that plagued the streets, no doubt; no one ever heard of a high-ranking official contracting a disease from the people, but General Lamarque was the only one who actually seemed to care for commoners. His sense of mercy would be the death of him, perhaps; where was the justice in that? Courfeyrac had two purposes in coming here, being that he needed something to drink upon hearing of Lamarque's illness, and he also wanted to scope out this spot. There had begun to be talk of a barricade, and this, perhaps, would be an adequate spot for it to be built. It was almost beyond belief that his ideas of revolution were about to come to fruition. He was not sure that this was what he had bargained for. He wanted a republic, more than he wanted anything, more than he even wanted to live. But it was easy to say that he would die for his country when there was not yet a musket in his face. It was easy to talk big and let any worries roll off of his back with a well-timed witty comment. He had goals and ideals, but perhaps that was because he was still naive; he was still something of a little boy, deep down. He was nursing a bottle of wine at the moment, considering his life and his future and whether much of it remained. He would not get drunk; no, he wanted his senses sharp. He needed to be of more use than Grantaire was to their cause. He loved the boy, he did, but this was no time for idleness. He sipped from the bottle listlessly as he paced around the street in front of the wine shop. It was familiar to him; he had had women here before. How different it would look with the red flag gracing its facade, with the people of Paris linking arms before it! Yes, his memories would be even fonder then. Here, his daydream was interrupted by the presence of another.

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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i47.tinypic.com/33capw3.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution A few days all together, Max's oldest brother was in charge, something that had delighted not only Max but his other two brothers as well. The Oldest was not known for looking out for his brothers neither was he known for really enforcing the rules or looking for anyone if they went missing. The other three could do basically anything they wanted to do, within reason of course, it was not like they were going to do something dangerous or as stupid as trying to burn the house down, and so everything would be fine. I mean it everything would be fine, nothing would go wrong in that manor house for the next few days. It was perfect for Max as it meant he could go out without anyone trying to make big effort stop him, oh his brother might complain but he was not the type to press the issue. Strangely for the suck up he was he would never say he had gone out either, he never knew why? Maybe he just enjoyed the peace and quiet of Max and the others getting up to whatever they want to not disturbing him, it would make sense, plus causing a scene would raw to how bad he acted, it would get him in trouble as well. Obviously not something that he would want to happen. Today and the days after that would be okay then Max had free reign to do what he wanted. This meant he was going to hang out around the headquarters of Les Amis for a few day's stop him from being cooked up inside the house, see if he could get to know the members, maybe even gather movement information from them to give to the league. He was determined though to make sure it was information that would not impede the group, it was mainly just so a few members of the aristocracy could be saved ahead of time, so they did not get drawn into one of the fights that could happen. It meant he would purposefully withhold some information at least, the Young lad did not see betrayal as a good thing. This meant Even when you all near enough believed in the same thing. Maxi was planning to maybe sleep around the area, something he had really only done a few times before. Something he had done to mainly get a feel for what it was like on the street for the poor, to really see their suffering, it made him even more horrified just as he was horrified at the attitudes of those who should help them. Max had been near enough where the one known as Courfeyrac was, not that he had ever met him. Max had noticed on one of the tables and was heading for it now one the guy he had seen pacing noted he was there, well he could tell because a minute ago he had been having a daydream like look upon his face now he was more concentrated. Maxi was wearing his street kid attire for now as of course he would wear for the next few days, the best thing about it was the cap he wore. Max decided he might as well approach him though he was not sure if it was a good idea or not, he did it anyway though. "Um hello Monsieur, sorry if I disturbed you," he added Monsieur on the end just to be polite. He gave him a quick smile as well before peaking at that table to make sure the book was still there. (So sorry for the length of this drained myself on the other)

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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx217/roar2004/tumblr_mgzu3m2jFr1qzoj6xo2_250.gif); width: 250px; height: 136px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 250px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution “Oy,” Courfeyrac greeted, startled from his thoughts as a boy approached. A grin tugged at his lips. “Bonjour, gamin. That's alright, I don't much mind.” He couldn't help but return the boy's quick smile. It might be good for him to be pulled from his imagination. In all honesty, all of this was just wishful thinking for the moment. Eventually, yes, he hoped that there would be a barricade, and that its presence alone would make the National Guard realize that they, the people, were serious about a republic. Showing up in force and reminding the government just how many poor voices were in Paris, that was what they really wanted to do. He wasn't sure that he wanted a fight. But if there was one, he'd be at the forefront of it, mocking the cannons and scrutinizing the soldiers. For now, however, not much had been planned, it was all still talk. Enjolras spoke of waiting for some kind of sign. He always was a bit idealistic, that one, and it was a good thing that Combferre was around to keep his feet on the ground – their guide. It was strange; without Enjolras and Combferre, Courfeyrac felt rather alone. Marius normally kept him company, if the boy wasn't off wandering the streets deep in thought. Now, however, it seemed that Courfeyrac had a new ami. Following the street kid's gaze to the book, Courfeyrac raised an eyebrow curiously. “Was there somethin' you needed from me?” He was always willing to give a helping hand. Maybe the boy was looking for a bit of money and he'd heard that Courfeyrac always seemed to have some. Maybe he was just looking for a place to stay. Might be a bit cramped with Marius there, but they could manage. Courfeyrac was the sort of man to whom people in need seemed drawn as if by magnetism. Must be a mix of his warm countenance, enthusiastic tones, and innocent appearance; he identified with the children of the street because he looked rather like one himself, in truth. And he did truly care for them all.

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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i47.tinypic.com/33capw3.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution Maxi was curious about the older boy, for only a few small reasons really, it was just well he felt that his curiosity had been peaked. Max was not sure when or how it had peaked but it was certainty was by now, maybe it was as soon as he saw him or.... well he did not really know so there was no big point in going over it and trying to think of a good reason why. A good guess though could maybe be how easily it seemed for the older guy to speak to him, even though Max looked like some poor little street kid. Whoever the person in front of him was, did not really look all that poor to Max, actually if the young lad looked carefully enough the older guy seemed not only young but had the look of a student about him. Okay Maxi was not sure how he had come to this instant conclusion, but it did seem likely to be true to him. If it was a student though it in no way meant it was one of the students who were part of the group Les Amis, and the young lad did not feel like it was a good idea to ask him, he knew that asking the wrong person could easily get him trouble. Max was not going to ask he would keep that idea to himself until sometime later, when he was much roe sure, and only if it seemed a good idea to do so. He was like a magnet for trouble but he did not want to get into trouble for something like that. Max felt instantly that he liked this guy, I know right liking someone that quickly when not even knowing them seemed a bit much over the top even, however it was true, and Max found himself liking this guy. He had yet to know his name but that did not matter he could easily find it out. His like of the older guy came mainly from how readily he seemed to want to talk to him and his friendly tone, there were not many who would be willing to help out a street kid, and he had seen that first hand with Amir a friend he had made on the street. Reminds me somewhat of Lady Blakeney, she was kind enough, a gentle heart by the looks of things, maybe he does as well. This further endeared him to the idea that maybe he was part of Les Amis but even those who were not while few did have some kindness for the poor. He had been pushed around a few times when he acted as street kid while he was not terribly familiar with how they were treated, he believed he at least knew enough of how badly they were indeed treated by the general populace of France. Living the life was not enough though, when you could easily just go back to a nicer life the next day, a life that to be honest Maxi would happily trade in for that of child out on the street until things changed or at least got better for them. Thinking for a quick moment a thought wriggled its wormy way into his mind the light bulb that tinged in his mind just well felt like it wanted to shatter due to its brightness. You know how about I stay on the street longer than planned they won't miss me if I get my brother to tell them I'm at our uncles. To Max this seemed like the perfect idea he did not really see how it could go wrong, he knew he could get in trouble, it was parents though who cared? Not Maxi you could be pretty sure of that. The guys return of Max's quick smile caused the boy to smile again it was more happy than the one earlier and held hint of sweetness to it. There was a Feeling of utter silliness for returning a return smile, on the other hand though there was nothing terribly wrong about it, and added that the return smile seemed somewhat warm it made him happier. He let the word gamin wash over him he knew what it meant and had heard its use, it was nothing really offensive and there was not point complaining about it considering he looked like one. Max Knew what he wanted, he had no idea if the older boy could be able to help him but he seemed willing to and with more confidence than he did a moment ago he decided to ask. He averted the gaze from the book that had drawn it in the first place, and looked back to the other guy. He had some hope within him that he would be able to answer or at least know "I was just wonderin if you knew of any place to sleep around here?" he asked politely and had perfectly hidden his normal tone from any of his speech. He without a doubt certainly sounded like a street kid, something he felt like he should give himself bonus points for, well if he was scoring himself on it at least. He glanced around at the place then the book again before deciding upon asking him about that as well. "What book is that?" he asked curiously not giving any hint that he could read just wanting to know more or less, also while it was uncommon some street kids could read or so he had heard. So he kept a lid on the reading thing for now, he did have a somewhat believable story for if he was asked so that could help. Max had been able to work that one out with his friend Amir. He had never needed to use it because it was not really something that had come up on is time out on the streets, he had never seen a book just lying there on the floor discarded. (Sorry at the length went overboard again)

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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx217/roar2004/tumblr_mgzu3m2jFr1qzoj6xo2_250.gif); width: 250px; height: 136px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 250px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution A place to sleep? It was not often that Courfeyrac's suspicions were incorrect, however, those suspicions usually pertained to the people he knew well enough to observe them. To be right about this boy who he did not know was something else entirely. However, it was not surprising. All the street children who were homeless needed somewhere to sleep. It was just that not all of them had asked Courfeyrac. “I know of a place, oui,” he replied, lifting his chin slightly with a boyish grin. He was talking about his own room, of course. Well, his and Marius'. But after being taken in himself, Marius surely couldn't complain if Courfeyrac extended the kindness to someone else. “But you've got to wash your head first, understand? Don't want any creeply-crawlies to come 'round.” Joly would likely swoon if he knew that Courfeyrac had been housing urchins who might have lice or other manner of small vermin. Ever since the hypochondriac had heard about the new inventions called microscopes, he had been even more paranoid than usual. As the subject of the book was broached, Courfeyrac's expression hardened, becoming almost reverent. “That,” he replied ardently, “is les discours sur l'origine et les fondements de l'inégalité parmi les hommes." He picked it up gingerly, holding it with as much admiration as one might hold a babe. "By Rousseau. Why inequality exists among men." He was lost for a moment as he flipped the book open and began to read. Perhaps it could be said that he forgot that he spoke to a child; but he was still just a schoolboy himself, and the words rang true in his heart. "'Discontented with your present state, for reasons that herald even greater discontents for your unhappy posterity, you might perhaps wish to be able to go backward; and this sentiment must serve as the praise of your earliest forbears, the criticism of your contemporaries, and the dread of those who will have the misfortune to live after you.'" He finished the reading and glanced up, coming back to himself as he gently closed the book. "Something, isn't he?" He murmured, setting the book aside once more. "I do not agree with him on everything, but the man is a genius, it must be admitted." He shook his head. "Those who live after me will not live in misfortune, if I have anything to say about it." Deciding it might be better to speak to the boy about something other than philosophy, he grinned again. He stuck his hands on his pockets and rocked forward onto the balls of his feet. "Tell me, gamin, what is your name?" he asked. "I am called Courfeyrac."

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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i47.tinypic.com/33capw3.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution Max could not help but find himself liking this student even more and more by every growing second he was near him. Courfeyrac was the name he had given, he just seemed not only approachable but well just easy to talk to, and it seemed to be his attitude towards him that drew him in and made him feel that little bit more confident. Really it was more of a nice surprise than anything that he would be prepared to have a lengthy conversation with him, or ask if he needed help. It was just not something the young boy would of expected. Max had no problem with accepting that he was genuine in wanting to help him, there was no hint of anything negative in his voice, and if there was it was really well hidden. Max just felt like he could trust him, and it just seemed to him that he could indeed. This further solidified in Max's mind that this older boy that he was indeed a member of Les Amis, he would need more evidence for that, its not like he was introduced to anyone when he talked to Enjorlas and he did not want to ask and seem stupid or sound like he was accusing him of something. He listened to what Courfeyrac was saying to him carefully, as he talked he adjusted his cap he was wearing pushing it up a bit to be able to see better. The Cap was the most treasured part of his attire on the streets, it was a bit frayed but that was fine with him, there seemed to be no holes in the cap though so he was happy about that. The Adjustment of the simple light brown cap was more or less done subconsciously yet he had also done it so it did not end up covering his eyes. It was something that was also more than likely brought on by what was said after the older boy first responded to him. He Had been absolutely delighted when he told him he knew of a place, his eyes brightened and grew a tiny bit wider. That was perfect the first person he came across just happened to know of a place, maybe it's where he's staying? that question he had put to himself might as well of been confirmed with his next words. “But you've got to wash your head first, understand? Don't want any creeply-crawlies to come 'round.” This caused any thoughts making a circuit around the boys head to stop dead in their tracks. He felt like laughing giggling or something, instead he looked up at him smiling somewhat nervously at the idea, he did not mind a good wash but he was not sure really. It was hilarious from his point of view though, he was literally one of the most cleanest street urchins on the street even though he had been able to dirty himself somewhat. It did make him think though because he would not be surprised if he did have something, would be from the cap really, oh I should answer him. What Max had failed to notice was that during this he had been deep in thought, maybe that made it seem reluctant to the idea of washing he was not sure, but then some of them where. He Knew he had not asked out of spite or anything it seemed more maybe concern? obviously he did not want the himself so he got why he had asked that. He gazed back at the Schoolboy and gave a quick sharp nod before speaking. "Oui I understand, thank you," he added on the end the older boy deserved it for wanting to help some unknown kid on the street. "the cap as well?" he asked looking t him curiously wondering if that would be a good idea, considering if his hair was more than likely clean, it might be the cap that held the most problems, and of course it had been on his head. He gave him another smile before taking the cap off his head, his hair not a mess but not exactly what it would look like as his normal self either, you could say it was near the messy side of things. “Are you sure this Is okay?” he asked again still curious it’s not that he did not trust him he was just not sure if Courf was truly all right with it, he chewed at his lower lip wondering about it. The Book was a bit of a different story he had heard of the book and the author he had just never got around to reading anything by him. Those books were lower on his wanted list but yes he was hoping to read the at some point. No way was Max going to give any hint that he could read was the conclusion he had come to. It would spoil the illusion of being a street urchin he was sure most could not read, he had an idea of what to say though, some kind soul did teach him but that seemed rather flimsy so he threw that idea out in the dark cold streets. He noted instantly how much Courf seemed to care for the book, it seemed to mean something to him, and much like how a lot of Max's books meant a lot to him. From how powerfully he read the wording in the book he could tell he admired the writer. Max listened patiently intrigued every word he understood, though it seemed to ring ore for Courf, Max was still listening. Once he finished much to Max's disappointment, he would of loved to have heard some more. He nodded at his comment and was about to ask if he would read a bit more when he was asked his name. He Smiled again shyly his time and spoke "I'm Max, it's nice to meet you." Why he had smiled shyly when he was not really a shy person he had no idea actually it confused him a little. He also found himself liking the name of his new friend it just sounded nice really and friendly much like Courf himself.

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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx217/roar2004/tumblr_mgzu3m2jFr1qzoj6xo2_250.gif); width: 250px; height: 136px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 250px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution “Good,” Courf said simply, giving the boy a grateful wink as he agreed to bathe. “You are welcome.” They would have to see whether this would actually happen or not. At least he did smell awfully or have streaks of dirt quite everywhere. This gamin seemed to be different than the rest somehow, but in what way, Courfeyrac was uncertain. He was normally observant enough to pick up on these sorts of things, but his mind had been otherwise occupied lately. “Oui, the cap as well.” He eyed the boy's hair dubiously. It looked clean, clean enough. In fact it was a good deal less tousled than Courfeyrac's own dark curls, but it was his room, so he got to make the rules, no? Courfeyrac had been lost in his thoughts briefly, so he had not even considered what the reason might be for the boy's interest in the book, other than the fact that he was simply making conversation. It was not that Courfeyrac thought the gamin was too young to be a revolutionary – indeed, many children of the street were, Gavroche foremost in his mind – but he had simply been distracted. “Max,” he repeated, sticking out his arm to give Max's hand a firm shake. Man to man. Now, they might as well get to know one another, and he asked interestedly, “Hold – can you read, then? Or 'ave you simply 'eard about equality?” Most children of the street could not read, because of course they could not afford an education, but if the boy had known what a book was, maybe it was a promising start. “If not, I can teach you, you know.” He rifled around in his vest for one of the pamphlets that he might have been carrying around at any given time, and successfully produced one, placing it in Max's line of sight. "You know what this says?" It was simple and frank: Insurrection républicaine. It got the message across clear enough, no? "More importantly, d'you know what it means?" This was said with emphasis as Courfeyrac looked at the boy hopefully. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship... a beautiful, republican friendship.

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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i47.tinypic.com/33capw3.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution Simply put Max was going to have to cook something up to give a response and he was going to have to do so fast. The Good thing was that the young boy already had a few ideas of what to say in a situation like this, the thorn in the side of this though was the fact that they might not sound right. Where they even the right things to say? Maybe he should go with the simplest one, all questions that were circulating his mind at that moment. He did know one thing a speedy response would be a good idea, hesitating was never good, he did that once it lead to an argument and you can imagine what happened from there. It was a blessing though that there was no pressure on him to make a response, considering how badly the boy responded to any form of pressure most of the time. While he assumed that Courf would be grateful for Maxi agreeing to bathe just as much as Max himself was at Courfeyrac letting him stay. The Young lad had not expected the wink, it's not that it was comical, it just had an air of unexpectedness for Max. What was his response you ask? The Wink caused the younger boy to giggle as a response, it was short but a giggle nevertheless. Max did not care all that much as he was happy enough the wink just made it a whole lot better, he gave Courf a quick friendly smile as well, he might of hugged him but that felt like going a bit too far so he refrained from that. He did not want to end up scaring a potential new friend of, it was always good to have friends in his street guise, one reason he was happy about his friendship with Amir. Once It was confirmed that the cap would have to be washed, he decided that maybe putting it back on his head was a good idea. The Cap had become something for some reason he become increasingly sentimental over, was that what it was like for the kids on the Street? Getting sentimental or protective over an Item from what he had seen maybe that was a statement close to the truth. Max absent-mindedly fiddled with the fringe of his hair a bit before wordlessly placing the cap back upon his head. He Focused once more on Courf watching him intently with the look he gave just about everyone ever. Max yes that felt right when he had rolled it off the tip of his tongue, even more so when the name was pronounced back at him. Yes that's right Max, it made him feel more widely accepted out on the streets when it was used, anyway the young boy detested the name Maximilien it was too long, just too pompous for him. He used it less and less these days, usually only when in the presence of his family of other aristocratic company, other than that it would usually be either Maxi or Max shortened versions of the name. These versions just had a short sharp and nicer sound on his tongue than Maximilien. As Courfeyrac extended his arm, Max did the same as well shaking his hand enthusiastically, it seemed a friendship had started to spring up like flower would slowly begin to spring from the ground before flowering all together. The Question on if Max could read or not was an interesting problem, on the one hand he could lie through his teeth with a resounding no, and on the other hand there was something believable he could pull out. Maybe a Half Truth would work because then I'm not really lying. A More viable option was to just to admit to knowing the meaning of equality and deny being able to read that was simple enough. “I know a bit, some words." He responded as honestly as he could for now on the subject of reading, it seem more believable to him and he would certainly welcome having someone teach him, maybe they could teach him better than he already knew, maybe it would increase his reading skills, the boy was older after all, it was not unnatural for someone older to teach you stuff. Though he grinned at Courf telling him he could teach him "I'd always be willin to get better." He added in response, the whole intention of this was to make it believable, knowing a bit could help as long as he did not come out with knowing how to fully read, that could end up being a disaster. This better work I don’t want to ruin a friendship so quickly The Young boy watched Courf with a curious looking as he fished in his vest for something What's this? was that what he thought it was? His facial expression was full of curiosity when he brought out a pamphlet, Max squinted to look at it not only was this effective as to try give evidence that he had difficulty reading but in reality he was doing it due to his lack of glasses. Something that if he had hindsight he would certainly would not regret having decided to leave out of this attire, usually it was just a nuisance his sight not being as clear but when reading it was difficult. Insurrection républicaine, well Looks Like I was right tells me something about him at least, I could get on with him easily. He Attempted to read it out, struggling a bit as he did making sure it was convincing it was pushed along and made more realistic by the lack of glasses on his face. He Missed out a few Letters and frowned a bit, before looking back up at Courf his face braking into a wide smile nodding that he got the meaning even though not having really been able to read it well. Yet Max had in fact been able to read it quite well, is complete lack of glasses however as mentioned earlier was detrimental to his attempt at reading, yet was also a bonus when he needed the help to convincingly pull of being able to struggle to read. He answered the Schoolboy with a resounding "Yes," to his last question. He also found it good that a weakness was able to lead in to a strength at times, though he should not rely on this.

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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx217/roar2004/tumblr_mgzu3m2jFr1qzoj6xo2_250.gif); width: 250px; height: 136px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 250px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution Courfeyrac nodded happily when the boy said he could read. “That's good mon ami – very good.” Well, not necessarily; there were messages that needed to be sent that shouldn't be read by anyone but the sender and the receiver. Still, Courfeyrac was getting ahead of himself. They still had Gavroche for that, though Gavroche would rather be in on the fighting... Ralentissez, Courfeyrac, he scolded himself. Slow down. He was not even sure that there would be fighting yet. But honestly, he knew not how else this could end... other than in the shedding of blood. There had already been some, but not much, not enough to satiate the people. So many poor had died, and still the aristos lived in luxury while their king was a selfish imbecile. What sort of man of the people, what sort of sovereign who spoke for the needs of country, could he claim to be? Certainly not a very good one. But damn Hobbes and his leviathan, damn the idea that one man could rule a multitude... The old age must pass away! Well. Courfeyrac supposed he had gotten carried away in his thoughts again. At least he hadn't uttered them aloud this time... Had he? He glanced at the boy just to make sure. No, the kid still looked tranquil. He must have stayed silent - even if his facial expression had changed in a way that might have been amusing. Now, he watched the boy's face as he asked him to read. "Well, we are all willing to get better - it is a good trait to have," he acknowledged. He liked this gamin already. "Most of us, anyway." Was that a jab at their lazy king who lived in the lap of luxury? Oh, certainly not. Because Courfeyrac was never sarcastic. "Excellent," he said when Max had finished. He fixed an intent gaze upon him, repeating, "Do you know what it means? In every sense?" He folded his arms and regarded the boy, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "You'll have to keep your feet and keep your head if you're 'angin' around my lot, boy. Not everyone can." He gave him a nod then as if of approval. "But somethin' tells me that you can. We'll see."

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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i47.tinypic.com/33capw3.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution It seemed strange given what and who Max really was, but the young boy was boiling inside with a mixture of pride and happiness from Courf's words. It was nice to have someone be positive and be accepting. It made Max a lot happier than he had been in a long time, it seemed silly considering his birth as an aristocrat, who if you think about it since birth had most things handed on a plate for him. Yet the young Lad felt somewhat on the outside of his own family, never finding much he really agreed with them upon, part of him would rather not have everything handed to him on a plate, he was not different from any other, he just had the fortune to be born into an upper class family. The Streets when he found himself on them, the lad had begun to seem increasingly more familiar with them and it had begun to feel more like a home than his own home, it was almost a home away from home as it were. He felt the pride stir at every word but held some confusion over to why, however it was not long before he had come to the swift conclusion that in a way, it was that you could say, the young b............. NO you know what maybe gamin would be better , yeah certainly lets go with that. He believed that he had been able to prove himself somewhat, Max though did have a long way to go on that though, no doubt about it. There was also Courf himself Max found himself liking him more and more by the second, heck a part of him even wanted to hug him, and while he may be getting ahead of himself he could in time maybe see him as an older brother figure, certainly a better one than his real brothers. Maybe that was too hopeful but he just could not help but be drawn to him, maybe it was his personality............ who was he kidding it was definitely the personality of the student. It looked like he may have finally found someone to look up to, Whoa Stop, you’re getting ahead of yourself there. The Young gamin; who was sucked into the role now more than usual, delivered a proud smile at Courfeyrac's response to him being able to read, a smile that would later be replicated after his attempt at reading the pamphlet that was produced. Max could tell Courf had been deep in thought, his facial expressions did seem to change some of them amusing to say the least. It was hard to but Max kept a straight face, and said nothing even though he wanted to, at one point getting bored he opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself. He Simply waited for Courf to come out of his thoughts, the boy stifled a giggle when he did. He did wonder who Courf must of been talking about at his last comment, he looked at him curiously again but decided it was bets not to pursue it. He left it just happy to still be talking to him really, he did agree that it was good trait, he even gave once of his trademark sharp nods as an agreement, there was nothing better than ah getting better at something and learning even more. Without really even trying Max returned Courf's intent gaze as well, before breaking into a friendly one sided smile from the right side of his lips. He responded in an instant shuffling his feet as he came up with what to say "A brewin revolution?" he asked switching to the same quieter tone that Courf was using concluding that it would be a better idea. "Change," he tagged on afterwards sounding hopeful as he did, a revolution would certainly mean change and hopefully for the better. Max was in no way surprised a about things it was obvious thing were getting worse by the day. Max was now very glad he had Met Courf, incredibly glad indeed. Max was already confident but it was instantly raised due to what seemed to be Courf’s confidence in him with being able to keep his head and feet with the people he hung around with. Les Amis? he asked himself, it did seem so, he was a lot more sure than he had been at the start when he had first started talking to Courf. "I can, I'm good at it," he responded cheeky grin and all "Clever as well." That was certainly true, the young gamin was certainly clever enough to find away round things and get things done, there was lots more you could say it also now came into being somewhat wise on the streets, not that he was saying he was the most cleverest person out there, if that were true he would be able to stop getting himself into trouble so much and no when to shut up in certain situations. (as You can tell Max has taken a liking to the word Gamin hope you liked it)

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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx217/roar2004/tumblr_mgzu3m2jFr1qzoj6xo2_250.gif); width: 250px; height: 136px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 250px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution “Oui,” Courfeyrac said with a grave nod. “There've been too many deaths 'round 'ere, and the people tire of a king who cares but little for any of 'em.” So much sickness, so much starvation. It was not that there had been any violent deaths, not yet, but there would be if the people were not satisfied. The king did not care about any of them, and the people had to make their voices heard somehow. That seemed to mean a revolution. Whether it would be bloodless remained to be seen. Change would only come at a price, he knew that. But they could not stay like this. Yes, there must be change! “Clever and humble,” he teased as the gamin boasted about himself. “I like you, Max. I think mon amis will like you too. Come with me.” He picked up his book and his bottle, tucking them both under his arms, and started to walk. He was not certain that the others would be meeting today – in fact he rather doubted it – but he knew at least that Marius would be around somewhere. At least, Marius would have to come in for the night. It was certain that Marius wouldn't be sleeping elsewhere with a woman. Even if he studied all day, he would have to come home at night. Well, that wasn't entirely true... there were times when the dear boy studied all night long or just wandered around aimlessly. Idiot. Glancing over at the gamin as they walked into the wine shop, looking for any acquaintances, Courfeyrac asked in a low voice, “ 'ow well do you know the streets? We could use a liaison to carry messages, things of that sort.” He wasn't certain exactly what that would entail, just carrying scraps of paper to people around the city, but so far, not that many people had become involved... it was just him and the other amis, a few students. He sighed, realizing that none of his friends were present. “We have a lot of work to do,” he murmured, running his hand through his hair and trying not to feel too discouraged.

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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i47.tinypic.com/33capw3.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution Max found himself listening intently to every word that came out of Courf's mouth, the gamin had found it easy to agree with the older boy, he had become almost like a role model to Max within the small amount of minutes they had gotten to know each other. Okay yes It did seem that maybe he was getting ahead of himself, yet maybe the gamin needed someone like that, someone to look up to, this was true and that person was Courf, the schoolboy seemed to hold a lot of the same interests from what he had seen so far, and he liked that he was opinionated. Of course nearly everyone had an opinion but the fact Courf was willing to trust him enough to share with Max his opinion such as he was doing at this moment was actually rather comforting. Most people would keep it to themselves or only choose certain people to talk to about it, as Courf had seemed to have decided to have done with Max. He listened to what he was saying about the king, his brow furrowing a little, at his mention of death and not caring, one of the big reason’s he helped people and gave them food and money when he could, was stop help those close to dying or to stop them even getting close, he liked to try help those who looked like they could die of starvation or something else any second. His own father held the king on an incredibly high pedestal, he might as well be a god to him, idolizes him , not surprising really but I don't see why. from what he had gathered the king was doing nothing about the suffering and it looked like as if he never would, the king lived a life of riches and luxury , so it was no surprise he cared nothing for those he ruled over, yet he should, what was king without those he ruled over? It was no wonder talk of revolution had sprung up, and the winds of change had begun anew. "Do any of them?" Max asked in response, his tone once again curious, it was a question concerning those in power and the aristocracy themselves, he knew there was some who do care but they were few and far between, and far less of them were outspoken about their beliefs. He knew of one who was outspoken and well known enough, what was his name? The young gamin had evidently forgotten what his name was he knew there was something to do with the name General but to be honest that could be just about anyone. He did hazard a guess though that one person who might be able to tell him was Courf, he might know something, and as he was a street kid for the moment it was not unreasonable for him to ask a question like this, if Courf knew then well great it might jog his memory some. Max shifted to his right a little as he waited to see if there would be an answer, not impatiently but standing still was becoming ever so boring to be honest with you. At the teasing Max giggled going red a little before smiling proudly at the fact he had made an impression on Courf, he liked him and of course Max certainly liked him, but it was the being told so, that feeling of acceptance welled up inside Max once more, the gamin was extremely happy and it showed in his eyes and smile, it was extremely hard to hide it. Max could of said a few things there and then, however he believed words at this moment to be not enough for how he was feeling, he did have something to say but let’s just say he was going to do something he had been wanting to do for a bit now. It was certainly a fantastic way of saying thank you and much more. Max simply hugged him, the hug had a certain warmth to it or maybe that was just Max in general, but he was silent for a few second before looking up at the older boy, giving a warm friendly smile. "I like you to," he added and he meant it the hug he had just given was an example of that. Max was certain that both the hug and what he had spoken would certainly have expressed the feelings that were gathering within, just so many good and happy ones, feelings that had driven the young gamin into initiating the hug in the first place. When the hug was over Max did feel a bit awkward I hope I did not scare him yet he was also feeling ecstatic beyond belief. The awkwardness quickly died down as he realized what Courf had said, meeting his friends something that Max was certainly willing to do If they are anything like Courfeyrac then I Will certainly like them he nodded and followed after him, walking behind him feeling increasingly nervous, he had never met these people before would they really like him? Hey hold up even if they don't like you it's not like they will harm you. Max was glad to be moving, less boring and his legs had stopped hurting so much from standing still in one place. As they walked further into the in shop he glanced around liking the look of the place, he could not see anyone else, no one but them by the looks of things not that he minded for now. The Place was nice and it could certainly fit a lot of people a nice simple place for a gathering. He was brought out of any thoughts he was having when he was asked about his knowledge the streets, something that Max certainly prided his self on. He had to get to know the streets in fact it was one of the first things he set about doing, and being an informant for the league made it ever the more important for him to know the layout of the streets. It was actually rarely that max got lost and that was only if by his own stupidity or his mind was clogged up with worries, but his good memory and running skills were certainly handy when it came to the streets. Not like the back of my hand but near enough "I know um well, I have a good memory, I'm fast if it helps." The young gamin added onto the end hoping to impress Courf some more. It was nice to be trusted by him, trusted enough to suggest the carrying of letters, letters and other parchments, stuff he could certainly read for the information for the league, he had ways of making it look they were not open he could cover his tracks well enough. The Only trouble is how much of a betrayal of trust that would be. Did Max really want to end up betraying the trust of Courf he liked the older and there was a small war going on inside his mind as to if he could actually betray his trust just like that at a snap of a finger. Then again he could always only give information as a half-truth he did not have to endanger Courf and his friends maybe only enough as to benefit both sides. Coming out of his thoughts he only caught the tail end of something Courf had said "are you okay?" he asked.

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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i47.tinypic.com/33capw3.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution Sadly Max had to agree with Courf here, he should have felt angry at what was said about king in general, however he was right and he would always have agreed with him, nearly every king was indeed a parasite, you barely ever found a good one, even the ones that were considered benevolent and such. It's not that they actually felt for their subjects, really all they did was make themselves look good even then they more or less only helped those in power not the suffering poor. No one wanted men or women like that ruling over them not really, actually scratch that none of the lower classes, a lot of the people in power were incredibly drunk on the idea, but then it did after all give them power. The fact they would abuse this power just showed they did not deserve it something Max believed of his family, his father seemed to like to use power to make people suffer and from what he had heard his grandfather would do so as well. Really Max had begun to distance himself from his family, he could never agree with their views, you know what maybe the street would be a better place for now. Of course Max would go home sooner or later, but the to the gamin the streets seemed ore his place right now. Max liked listening to Courf it was very insightful to see what he thought, it was also nice to have someone with similar views to talk to. He was right in a way he had found an older brother or father figure that he could look up to, something he had no wish of letting go of or ending up destroying. He frowned and then laughed a little as Courf stopped saying sorry for rambling, yet it was more at his sheepish grin it was just incredibly amusing, funny even. "No it's okay it's not ramblin t' me, what you say is interestin," he said giving an encouraging smile wanting to hear more of what he had to say sticking his hands in his pockets as he did. "Who are David and Solomon?" his Curiosity peaked, he should know but actually he did not, maybe he had come across them in his reading but he did not seem to recognise the names, he would love to see who they were, kings by the sounds of them. Max felt it important to know he hated missing something and well to be honest he just wanted to hear Courf talk some more. Incredibly Max was able to keep a straight face at what was said next about Aristocrats not caring much, it was quite amusing really. If Only he knewMax certainly cared but then hey he was gamin at the moment forget being an aristocrat he certainly would rather. yet he could not he still felt a niggle of loyalty to them, yet part of it had dwindled and had been dwindling for days now, the more suffering he had seen, the more a dagger went to work trying to severe that small thread that tied Max to the aristocracy. He was right again though they did not care and they were never going to most of them deserved to be other thrown, yet not killed no , not death that was not right they were people after all. Yet Max was not stupid he knew it might have to come to an armed revolution he was not naive in that sense. "Lamarque I think ive heard of im, he's unwell?" Max mentioned truthfully because in a few ways he had, he was called the Peoples man yes that was right, his father liked to complain about him, he knew about him from a conversation he had once back home he had forgotten when and where, then there was the streets he had heard the name on the streets certainly. He dug his hands further into his pockets just preoccupying himself while waiting for an answer, he was extremely glad he did not have money on him right now that would be a bit of an awkward thing to explain, actually his pockets were quite bare. Well least I look poor there, It was also sad to hear that the general was unwell he was a good man and from what he heard rather well respected. "bad things seem t happen t good people." Max said rather wisely from what he had gathered it was sadly true. Wanting to make the older boy happier he responded with a "Easy more o us then them," he mentioned talking about those on the street, enough people could easily overwhelm those that oppress them so much there was an incredible amount of angry upset people on the street more than you could count. There was a lot more than those in power certainly. This was something that Max held to be true. Happy that the hug was okay Max just stupidly grinned some more not caring if he looked stupid when he did, really it just showed how happy he was. "Great," was the only response to Courf's “Good, 'cause you'll bee seein' a lot of me," he liked him a lot as the Gamin could not stop reminding himself, he felt a lot of affection for Courf in the terms of a friendly brother like relationship, he was not sure if Courf felt the same in that way but it’s what Max felt. Usually Max was groan or grumble at his hair being mussed up but that seemed to be with his actual brothers who only did it to annoy him, Courf was a different story, he liked it, it was more affectionate and friendly, his hair was messy anyway but it would not hurt for it to be messed up any more. He gave a warm smile as the hug was broken, you can't stay like that forever obviously it would end up becoming very uncomfortable no matter how much he liked Courf. That proud smile of Max's returned once again as Courf told him that his speed and Memory would be of use, great for getting out any trouble he got in certainly and the boy was not daft, he knew not to do something that could end up seriously jeopardising any mission or any information he had carrying on him. Max no matter how intimated he became would rather die than give up information that could end up harming someone or damaging a plan. One big reason for Max deciding it was best to give half-truths if giving information for the league on Les Amis, nothing that would severely damage them and nothing that could get someone in trouble, only on those who would be in the line of fire While it as rather obvious no one was hear Max wanted to cheer Courf up about his missing friends"Maybe their hidin under the boards waitin t suprise you?" said cheerfully trying to cheer Courf up some more, he was not sure if it would work but it was always good to try. He was happier when asked if he would give his help he nodded sharply taking his hands out of his pocket and following after Courf again “Yes I’m up to give a and" I always am , always willing to give a helping hand the way he thought was much different than his peaking tone. "That's if you want me t help," he added grinning cheekily.

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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx217/roar2004/tumblr_mgzu3m2jFr1qzoj6xo2_250.gif); width: 250px; height: 136px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 250px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution Courfeyrac smiled widely when Max said he thought that what Courfeyrac said was interesting. Even though he was used to having people listen to Enjolras in large crowds, or even Bahorel, he liked to talk to people more one-on-one, to draw them in with his warmth and enthusiasm. It seemed that's what he had done with Maximilien here. He wasn't sure yet whether that would be a good thing or a bad thing for Max; he knew that it might be dangerous, but the more people they got on their side, the less dangerous it would be for them, right? That was the point of all of this. The people's voices would be heard; a country full of commoners would not be overruled by a few soldiers and one sodding king. As Max asked who David and Solomon were, Courf gave a sage nod. “Ah... they were some of the greatest kings that ever lived, it is said, and even they were not perfect.” It had certainly been a long while since the likes of him had seen a church, however, he remembered the stories that his mum had used to tell him and his younger siblings. “There was a time when the nation of Israel didn't 'ave any kings, but then they decided they wanted one, so a man named Saul was appointed. 'e was an 'orrible king, so there was a man named David who killed this giant with nothin' more than a slingshot and a stone, and eventually, 'e got to be king. But 'e did a few bad things, killing another man to take 'is wife, taking lots of women... that sort of thing.” Courfeyrac had had a few women himself, he had to admit. “Solomon was David's son by the wife 'e stole basically, and Solomon was the wisest man 'oo ever lived, but 'e messed up a lot too.” So, what was the lesson in all of this? “There are two things we can learn from these two things. Three, really. The first bein' that God knew it was stupid to ask for a king. The second, even these men weren't perfect, but the common people could decide better based on consensus rather than one man makin' the decisions for everyone. The third thing is that even the underdog, if all 'e 'as is a slingshot and a stone when the other guy looks like a giant, well, 'e can still come out on top.” He nodded firmly. There was a chance that their group of Davids might be able to defeat this Goliath, this monster, this leviathan of a monarchy. He sighed and scrubbed his hand over his hair. “Lamarque's not long for this world, 'm afraid,” he sighed. “Suppose it goes to show that some aristos do care.” Not his parents, however. He was an aristocrat himself; any aristocratic family would know that he was an aristocrat as well, because they all seemed to recognize each other's name, and the name 'de Courfeyrac' was rather well known. That's why Christian always insisted on dropping the “de.” “Lots of bad things 'appen,” he agreed sadly. “But some of 'em we can stop. And that's what we're gonna do.” He nodded again, reassuring himself. There were more of them, yes. Courfeyrac managed to muster up a small smile. He could tell that Max was trying to help. “I don't think so, but that does sound like something that Grantaire would do,” he admitted with a weak chuckle. “You'll 'ave to meet the rest of mon amis soon. Per'aps just not today.” There would always be another day, he should think, unless, of course, disease or the Lord's second coming took him in the night. The former seemed more likely. For now, though, they would do some work on their own, just the two of them. “ 'course I want your help, or I wouldn't 'ave asked,” he laughed. “C'mon. We're gonna go 'round and see if we can 'and out these pamphlets to some people 'ere. 'ow does that sound to you?” He knew that he had stashed some more pamphlets around here somewhere...

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