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Brief explanation of Les Mis

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Act Naturally || a-la-volontedupeuple

Joly had been concerned about what they had to do from the very moment the task had been assigned. The revolution was in constant need of new allies and those within the community that could help them with supplies were always needed. Guns and ammo of course being the main items they were in need of. When the time came it would be the only thing that hopefully prevented them all from being slaughtered. In retrospect the “mission” if they were to call it that would be fairly easy. They simply had to show up, hope the other man showed up and retrieve the ammunition that had been promised. An easy exchange really and if it hadn’t been that the police seemed to be breathing down their necks recently there wouldn’t have been any cause to worry. The issue was of course that the police had stepped up their pursuit of the revolutionaries and were making a habit of standing in their way at every turn. The moon attempted to shine beyond the clouds but the rain clouds which covered the night sky were far too threatening to allow light to shine through with ease. He pulled his jacket around him tighter as he waited for Enjolras. He knew the other would not have forgotten about the task at hand, but the fact that another assignment had sidetracked him or something had already gone wrong was entirely possible. Or there was the fact that Joly was worrying about nothing at all, that was the most likely course of action and even he knew it.

“If you could hold off on raining that would be appreciated,” Joly muttered to himself as he continued to stare up at the clouds. Had it been his decision he would have rescheduled the exchange but he was rather certain Enjolras would have killed him had he done so...again. A raindrop defiantly fell from the sky and landed directly on the tip of Joly’s nose causing a frown to immediately cross his face. “Splendid,” Joly muttered as he attempted to stand under the backdoor covering in the alleyway.

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I feel like this is every text Joly ever sent.

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“You can’t know that for certain, and according to Web MD I have at least 2 out of 5 symptoms.”

Joly gestured towards the screen, there had been some sort of flat rule about “No Web MD” but he had long since found it was a treasure chest of medical knowledge when it came to self diagnosis, and offered more instant results than riffling through his med books.

A small frown crossed Joly’s face as Combeferre closed the laptop and took it back.

“Hey…I need that,” he muttered quietly his eyes shifting down to his now empty lap. H sighed rather dramatically and slumped back against the couch, his fingers pulling absently at his nails.

He knew Ferre was more than likely right but it made him feel better to worry, though he knew that made little to no sense.

“One of these days my self diagnosis is going to be right.”

"Joly?" Combeferre was rooting throughout the apartment, searching carefully, "Have you seen my laptop?"

"Yes…" Joly muttered distractedly in response to Combeferre’s question. His eyes stayed glued to the screen as he continued to type away on the laptop which sat upon his lap, the laptop which also happened to be the same one Combeferre was looking for.

In normal circumstances Joly would have used his own laptop but since Grantaire had so kindly spilled half of his drink on it the following night that was not an option. And being that Joly was rather certain he had developed arthritis or some form of hand cancer he had dubbed the situation an emergency and commandeered Combeferre’s laptop to assist in his self diagnosis.

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I am!

A touch battle worn and slightly embarrassed for being gone so long, but back. :)

Hey y’all so paging-dr-joly is the first Joly I ever RPed with on here and they’re literally amazing and they’re trying to get back into the swing of things. I definitely recommend you follow !!!!

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Joly heard Combeferre talking to him, but he didn't have the attention span at the moment to focus on the words he was saying. His eyes were instead scanning the words on the page in front of him. He chewed his bottom lip in concentration. He might have ruled out hand cancer but was going to have to add massive heart attack in its place.

"I could have them both, and then we'd be in a right mess!" Joly glanced back at Combeferre before he returned his trouble gaze back to the computer screen.

"It's been 3 nights in a row now, always at night and it always hurts a great deal."

He paused for a moment as he clicked on another link, his brow creasing in further concern.

"I could be en route to a massive heart attack."

"Joly?" Combeferre was rooting throughout the apartment, searching carefully, "Have you seen my laptop?"

"Yes…" Joly muttered distractedly in response to Combeferre’s question. His eyes stayed glued to the screen as he continued to type away on the laptop which sat upon his lap, the laptop which also happened to be the same one Combeferre was looking for.

In normal circumstances Joly would have used his own laptop but since Grantaire had so kindly spilled half of his drink on it the following night that was not an option. And being that Joly was rather certain he had developed arthritis or some form of hand cancer he had dubbed the situation an emergency and commandeered Combeferre’s laptop to assist in his self diagnosis.

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"Joly?" Combeferre was rooting throughout the apartment, searching carefully, "Have you seen my laptop?"

"Yes..." Joly muttered distractedly in response to Combeferre's question. His eyes stayed glued to the screen as he continued to type away on the laptop which sat upon his lap, the laptop which also happened to be the same one Combeferre was looking for.

In normal circumstances Joly would have used his own laptop but since Grantaire had so kindly spilled half of his drink on it the following night that was not an option. And being that Joly was rather certain he had developed arthritis or some form of hand cancer he had dubbed the situation an emergency and commandeered Combeferre's laptop to assist in his self diagnosis.

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I don't even begin to know to say. I feel like I disappeared, which I did, and I let a bunch of you down, which I did. I'm sorry for that, for everything.

I want to come back but I honestly have no idea where to start. - JM

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My mother. ;)

I like to bop in and out, it gives me an air of mystery!

Well I'll be damned....so he is lol!

paging-dr-joly answered your question: Any suggestions for cat!ferre antics?

Ferre is turning into a cat?……Is that contagious?!

WHERE DID YOU COME FROM

And he already is a cat XD

http://scienceandmoths.tumblr.com/tagged/cat+nap

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modern les mis             Hugh Skinner as Joly

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Chetta's face beamed like the sun. She held Joly loosely, as not to restrict any movements he should want to make. Once certain he was relaxed, she replied quietly but audibly enough for him to hear. "I would." She turned her head slowly and pressed her lips to his cheek. How she longed to kiss him properly, and to never stop kissing him, but she didn't know whether he was reassured enough for that, so she felt it would be best to kiss him on his smooth, perfect cheek first.

Joly's eyes slipped shut for a brief moment as he felt her lips press against his cheek. He felt warmth and comfort spread through him and he knew even if he couldn't remember her that she was everything he ever needed in this life. She was amazing and he hated that he couldn't remember every single thing about her and about their relationship.

He opened his eyes once more and his blue eyes locked with hers. He trusted her and he felt as if he loved her, loved her without even knowing her. Not the way he should have but he would gladly take what he could get.

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Jehan frowned at how pale Joly went when he tried to sit up. Very gently, the poet nudged him back down to a flat position. "Easy, Joly, just lie still until the paramedics get here, please, love," he said calmly. Despite his outward appearance, Jehan was completely freaking out. Joly looked terrible. Jehan wasn't sure how he could recover. As soon as he thought that, he shook himself. No. Joly would make it. He had to.

Joly blinked up at the ceiling, his head was swimming and his skin felt as if it was burning off. He wanted to be away yet he didn't wish to be far from Jehan. He shivered violently and he couldn't help but feel that was ridiculous especially considering it felt like he was burning from the inside out.

"Don wanna go. Stay here with you. You're sick too."

Joly attempted to turn towards Jehan but he found himself lacking the strength or the general muscle coordination to make any such thing occur.

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Chetta sighed softly. This right now, in Joly's arms, was home. Oh how she'd missed this. Joly was safe and warm, and everything good. Chetta only had to look at him to realise she was deeply in love with him. She raised her head slightly at his question. "Of course I'll stay." She replied quietly, keeping the close hold they had on each other intact. "I'd stay with you forever if you asked me to."

Joly kept his hold upon her, his hand wrapped around her and the feeling of her soft hair against his face exquisite. He rested his head against her shoulder his eyes staring at nothing yet taking in every second of their moment together. He sighed for a moment his breath catching in his chest. before he relaxed against her once more.

"You'd stay forever?"

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Lies AND slander!!!!!!! You are wonderful dearest! <3

T~T I feel like a boring RPer!

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