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    <title>AU Gavroche</title>
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    <content type="html">This is Gavroche from a timeline where he survived the barricades, instead only being knocked unconscious by the shot that grazed his head and not waking up until it was all over, surrounded by the bodies of his friends and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a formatively horrific experience.  He never used the name Gavroche again, choosing instead to call himself "Piaf", or "sparrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of his life, he's somewhere in his late teens and a compulsive loner.  He steals to live, but according to his self-imposed morals, takes what he needs and no more, and never from those who can't afford to lose it.  If he finds out he's stolen something irreplaceable, he might negotiate for a reward, but he &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; give it back if he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's an inveterate cynic and a cocky little bastard, and the "compulsive loner" part is a defense mechanism.  He might, possibly, warm to certain people but tries to avoid any kind of deep connection - because they're just going to die on him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=street_sparrow&amp;ditemid=1915" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-02-06:1490566:1787</id>
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    <title>street_sparrow @ 2014-07-08T21:57:00</title>
    <published>2014-07-08T20:59:21Z</published>
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    <content type="html">When they step through from the bar, they're standing in a huge white room, the walls lined with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the House of Arch.  This is the entrance hall, we can get to the other rooms from here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=street_sparrow&amp;ditemid=1787" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-02-06:1490566:1332</id>
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    <title>street_sparrow @ 2013-10-11T08:45:00</title>
    <published>2013-10-11T07:48:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">It's odd, Gavroche thinks vaguely as he walks the halls towards Eponine's room.&amp;nbsp; It's more of a test of his nerves to face this conversation than he remembers it being to go out retrieving ammo under fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but then, he was very young then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the door, he steels himself and knocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=street_sparrow&amp;ditemid=1332" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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