THE TIME: Sometime
THE PLACE: Someplace
THE SETTING: A jail cell in a prison. The cell is small, no bigger
than eight-by-ten feet, but it is intended for two people. There are
two cots, both old, worn, and imbued with filth so badly that no amount of
washing could ever get them clean. The walls of the cell are also
disgustingly dirty, but they are solid, without a crack, no hope for escape.
A few wooden shelves that appear to be half rotten are attached to
the walls, above the cots, three over each cot. One side of the cell
is empty. The other side is not. Old sheets lay on the cot, bottle,
both empty and fill, sit on the shelves. A solitary figure sits on
one of the cots.
And so, our story begins.
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PRISONER 49389. DAMIAN VALENTIN ENJOLRAS. ARRESTED FOR SEDITION AND SUSPECTED TREASON.
The keys clanked into the lock, the door of iron bars was opened, and the limp, unconscious body was thrown into the filthy cell.
"Here's some company for you, Grantaire," jeered Montparnasse, as he and Babet deposited the body on the floor. The two guards exited the cell and the door clanged shut again.
PRISONER 20713. MARLON GRANTAIRE. ARRESTED FOR SUSPECTED AIDING OF VIOLENT REBELS.
Slowly, a ragged looking figure roused itself from it's lounging position, the worn cot creaking under his movement. The figure raised an eyebrow. Then, he quickly got up off of the bed to tend to the newcomer.
This new houseguest was young- no more than twenty-five. Then again, Grantaire himself was only twenty-eight, but the appearance of the prisoner who lay prone on the floor was very youthful, indeed, and only upon close examination would one discover that this apparent boy was, in truth, a man. Brushing the young fellow's blond hair out of his face, Grantaire noted the cuts and bruises, dark and terrible against his pale face, with passive horror. He crouched there by the new prisoner's side, thinking, for many minutes, until a gut-wrenching cough from the unconscious form brought him back to reality. Heaving the lad's body onto the second cot in the cell, Grantaire fetched a wet cloth and set about cleaning off the boy's face...
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