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Election: 11/09
Please comment below to support Enjolras in a bid for a council position. -
[For Combeferre]
The times when Enjolras had the desire, the patience and the humility to work with the laptop that had appeared in his room nearly a year ago were few, but this was one of them. He was seated at his desk, brow furrowed in concentration as he applied what he'd learnt in previous trials: how to use the touchpad and click, that the little pictures ( Read more... ) -
[for Combeferre] Somewhere beyond the barricade...
Enjolras had spent the day alone, mostly thinking. It had been a difficult week for him, and the reminder of what had happened in Paris, so soon after his failed council run, had led him to a rather dark place. In Paris he had been a failed revolutionary; here he was a failed politician. Was failure all he would accomplish? He felt lost here, ( Read more... ) -
[Open]Shaking hands and kissing babies
Enjolras knew if he were to have any chance at all of win, he had to talk to the People, as many as he could reach. There was an element of a 'popularity contest' in the island's elections, as Lex had told him most recently, though it was a discussion he'd had before. Though he had no hope of being popular by the traditional definition, he could ( Read more... ) -
Council Signatures
This post is for collecting signatures for the May '09 council election. -
[For Combeferre]
Enjolras frequently spent time in the shade and relative quiet of the Hub during the day. It was a less central location than the rec room and therefore afforded more peace and solitude, though even there it was never complete ( Read more... ) -
[For Michael] Good morning, sunshine!
Enjolras usually woke quickly, the disoriented fuzziness of sleep falling away from him within moments of opening his eyes in the morning. But today the disorientation was slower to fade. He sat up, rubbing a hand over his face as he sighed, trying to wake up fully ( Read more... ) -
[For Combeferre] Aftermath
Enjolras had spent a restless New Year's Day. The weather outside was not favourable to walking, so he'd had to resort to pacing the dank passage from the basement of the compound to the island's caves to assuage his need for movement, for action, though it did not keep him from thinking. Each time the previous night's scene played in his mind's ( Read more... ) -
[For Guy and Michael]Sexiled!
Enjolras had been to the party upstairs only briefly, to get a plate of food and a single glass of wine. The meal had been perfunctorily consumed and the wine was not yet half drunk as he sat on his bed, back propped up by pillows and a book about the Napoleonic wars on his lap. He read with a thoughtful frown, grateful that his room was far enough ( Read more... )