[Inspector Javert was extremely confused. The last thing he remembered was his death and now he was standing in some kind of garden. Judging by it's changing colors it was fall. It was winter time where he was from. He didn't like this one bit.
Was this some kind of challenge he had to face before he was allowed to rest? Or was it because of his choice he was sent here? He looked at the shackles around his wrists and wondered what this all meant.
He was never a people person. And it was hard for him to actually ask for help. He usually figured out everything on his own. That's how it always had been. Everything had to be. He could never trust anyone enough. He at least had his police uniform and that offered some sort of comfort. Not that he understood what it meant for here.
Warily he decided to explore the garden and study the different leaves. He picked up the different color leaves but felt drawn toward the yellow leaves. Soon enough he had a handful of them. He felt a sense of peace after a while and found himself enjoying the atmosphere of the garden. It also gave him enough drive to want to approach strangers, he normally would have ignored. It felt strange.]
Can someone tell me what the purpose of this garden is and why we were forced here?
[Hell]
[He found the hotel easily enough, but wasn't fond of what he saw with in it. It caused his mood to return to it's regular dismal view. It reminded him of the hell whole he crawled out from as a kid. Mentally this was doing a number on his already shaken state of mind. He ran a hand through his hair as he tried to calm his nerves.
He was tempted to order some wine as a way to calm his nerves, but he understood that this hotel seemed to prey on such vices and Javert wasn't going to give into that.
He kicked at a skeleton that tried to grab his legs. It quickly pulled away and looked for an easier target. He didn't even question the skeleton. He just wanted to hide away and collect his thoughts. The loud music was too much for him. He clinched his fists.]
This is ridiculous.
[He said to no one in particular as he stormed away from the hotel for the time being.]
Inspector Javert | Les Miserables Movie
[Inspector Javert was extremely confused. The last thing he remembered was his death and now he was standing in some kind of garden. Judging by it's changing colors it was fall. It was winter time where he was from. He didn't like this one bit.
Was this some kind of challenge he had to face before he was allowed to rest? Or was it because of his choice he was sent here? He looked at the shackles around his wrists and wondered what this all meant.
He was never a people person. And it was hard for him to actually ask for help. He usually figured out everything on his own. That's how it always had been. Everything had to be. He could never trust anyone enough. He at least had his police uniform and that offered some sort of comfort. Not that he understood what it meant for here.
Warily he decided to explore the garden and study the different leaves. He picked up the different color leaves but felt drawn toward the yellow leaves. Soon enough he had a handful of them. He felt a sense of peace after a while and found himself enjoying the atmosphere of the garden. It also gave him enough drive to want to approach strangers, he normally would have ignored. It felt strange.]
Can someone tell me what the purpose of this garden is and why we were forced here?
[Hell]
[He found the hotel easily enough, but wasn't fond of what he saw with in it. It caused his mood to return to it's regular dismal view. It reminded him of the hell whole he crawled out from as a kid. Mentally this was doing a number on his already shaken state of mind. He ran a hand through his hair as he tried to calm his nerves.
He was tempted to order some wine as a way to calm his nerves, but he understood that this hotel seemed to prey on such vices and Javert wasn't going to give into that.
He kicked at a skeleton that tried to grab his legs. It quickly pulled away and looked for an easier target. He didn't even question the skeleton. He just wanted to hide away and collect his thoughts. The loud music was too much for him. He clinched his fists.]
This is ridiculous.
[He said to no one in particular as he stormed away from the hotel for the time being.]