Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Dec 27, 2010 13:03:40 GMT -5
( OK, so I was doing a Les Miserables JavertxOC roleplay - (which is ongoing, btw) - and Javert is paired with this girl named Tsura. He's been hiding his emotions and his pain from her because he doesn't want to confront it, and in this post, he finally lets it all go. You don't need to know Les Mis to critique this...just tell me what you think of it, please? It gave my roleplaying friend chills, but I dunno if it's all that good.
Also, he was tortured by some goons before this, and that's what he refers to mainly. He's an Inspector in the Paris police, so he's been attacked and tortured alot, which is a huge part of this rant, but he really refers to this one incident.
Takes place in their friend Maximus' kitchen. They start on the floor, Javert sitting against the doorframe with Tsura kneeling in front of him. )
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With a sudden cry of rage that was unexpected on both members' parts, Javert pushed Tsura away from him and leapt to his feet, eyes glowing like fire. "You want to know? You /really/ want to know what's contained in this stupid old brain and this mangled up heart?!" He questioned sharply, abruptly twisting to the right and walking into the kitchen with heavy steps. "GOD, if only I knew! If only I knew! If only poor Javert knew what was locked up in his foggy mind..." He kicked the cabinet beside him angrily, eyes clamped shut. "Poor, poor Javert...tortured more times than his little Tsura knows." His eyes snapped open and he turned back to Tsura.
"I can't even /count/ how many times I've been scared or kicked or beaten! I have numerous marks, most of which you've seen...but do you know the meaning behind them? Hmm? /Hmm?!/"
Javert whirled around then, facing the far wall. "Those men whipped me with that belt of theirs that night. Oooh, how it hurt! How I hid my pain! How I wanted to cry in agony at their repetative thrashings!"
"They kicked and bruised me with a force I've felt before...all too much, my body has endured! But I never cried out! Oh, no, Javert can't do that!" He slammed a hand to his breast. "Stone-cold Inspector Javert, invincible to pain! Emotionless, loveless, PITIFUL!"
"But this heart...this /resiliant/ heart has been toyed with for far too long."
Javert turned back to Tsura once more. "I've faced horrors that would cause even /Taylor/ to soil his trousers! This heart has been ripped at, ripped OUT, and stomped on! My stone heart...it's stone, yet still it trembles!"
Javert gripped the sides of his head. "The world I have known is lost in shadows...shadows of pain and confusion and HATE! I don't know what to THINK any more! Tsura, my love, I've been worn out!"
His hands feel gracelessly back to his sides. "I don't know why I'm upset, I don't know why I'm hiding, and I don't know WHY THE FUCK I FEEL THIS WAY, but all I feel is PAIN! So much pain..."
His voice suddenly became much weaker. "I...I hurt so much. I don't understand why..." His towering form tumbled to the ground, Javert landing on his knees. "It's like I can't go on, Tsura...I feel like everything's gone wrong. I hurt...I hurt...so much...and I don't know why. Javert doesn't know...he doesn't..."
He put his face in his hands and became silent. (d)
Also, he was tortured by some goons before this, and that's what he refers to mainly. He's an Inspector in the Paris police, so he's been attacked and tortured alot, which is a huge part of this rant, but he really refers to this one incident.
Takes place in their friend Maximus' kitchen. They start on the floor, Javert sitting against the doorframe with Tsura kneeling in front of him. )
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With a sudden cry of rage that was unexpected on both members' parts, Javert pushed Tsura away from him and leapt to his feet, eyes glowing like fire. "You want to know? You /really/ want to know what's contained in this stupid old brain and this mangled up heart?!" He questioned sharply, abruptly twisting to the right and walking into the kitchen with heavy steps. "GOD, if only I knew! If only I knew! If only poor Javert knew what was locked up in his foggy mind..." He kicked the cabinet beside him angrily, eyes clamped shut. "Poor, poor Javert...tortured more times than his little Tsura knows." His eyes snapped open and he turned back to Tsura.
"I can't even /count/ how many times I've been scared or kicked or beaten! I have numerous marks, most of which you've seen...but do you know the meaning behind them? Hmm? /Hmm?!/"
Javert whirled around then, facing the far wall. "Those men whipped me with that belt of theirs that night. Oooh, how it hurt! How I hid my pain! How I wanted to cry in agony at their repetative thrashings!"
"They kicked and bruised me with a force I've felt before...all too much, my body has endured! But I never cried out! Oh, no, Javert can't do that!" He slammed a hand to his breast. "Stone-cold Inspector Javert, invincible to pain! Emotionless, loveless, PITIFUL!"
"But this heart...this /resiliant/ heart has been toyed with for far too long."
Javert turned back to Tsura once more. "I've faced horrors that would cause even /Taylor/ to soil his trousers! This heart has been ripped at, ripped OUT, and stomped on! My stone heart...it's stone, yet still it trembles!"
Javert gripped the sides of his head. "The world I have known is lost in shadows...shadows of pain and confusion and HATE! I don't know what to THINK any more! Tsura, my love, I've been worn out!"
His hands feel gracelessly back to his sides. "I don't know why I'm upset, I don't know why I'm hiding, and I don't know WHY THE FUCK I FEEL THIS WAY, but all I feel is PAIN! So much pain..."
His voice suddenly became much weaker. "I...I hurt so much. I don't understand why..." His towering form tumbled to the ground, Javert landing on his knees. "It's like I can't go on, Tsura...I feel like everything's gone wrong. I hurt...I hurt...so much...and I don't know why. Javert doesn't know...he doesn't..."
He put his face in his hands and became silent. (d)