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[never_shall_yield]

 
The door opens to show fields, and a blue sky that goes on forever. Javert stands on the threshold - rough workman's clothes, pitchfork in hand - and contemplates the view in front of him. Then he steps back, and is gone as he closes it behind him.

Maybe twenty minutes later, it opens again. It is dusk on the outside, and Javert has a rag in his hands this time, wiping dirt away. He sighs quietly, and says 'very well' to himself. His trepidation is obvious when he steps inside and closes the door, because he immediately tests to see if he can open it again. Perhaps his relief is just as clear when it seems he is not to be locked in this time.

He asks for a newspaper at the bar. When he learns the date, he asks it to be taken away. There is no expression on his face, and he does not look around to see if there is anyone he knows. He simply picks up his coffee and walks out of the back door, down to the lake to look over the water.



[OOC: Available in the bar, or outside. Open all weekend! <3]