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Tracking the tag: *vintageverse

Shake--Rattle--Roll!
--A Les Miserable 50s!AU

—Notice!

Now that people have started posting, I must ask that you tag each and every starter (closed or open):

*vintageverse

Don’t forget the asterisk! And don’t forget to track this tag! This way, we can all browse through threads that we like and/or find open threads to reply to, yes? :3

tags → #*modpost 

—Follow list!

Quite important, if I do say so myself! I will be adding everyone’s skype names to here soon, but, for now—we’ll just have a “follow list.” Remember to follow everyone in the verse, okay! It makes everything much more fun. 

tags → #*update #*of import 
—Lucien Combeferre 
                 Status: T A K E NBio: Call him Luke. Eighteen, with a head that knows and thinks and questions too much—ask him anything and he’ll probably have an answer. Anything except his father, that is. He can get you almost anything you want, be it a cigarette or something… stronger or even guns, as long as you don’t care to know how or from where. More into the music than the girls, and the girls more than the fast cars—but don’t let his quiet demeanor fool you. Push him too far and you’ll see just how much he knows about everything—including fighting.

—Lucien Combeferre

                 Status: T A K E N
Bio: Call him Luke. Eighteen, with a head that knows and thinks and questions too much—ask him anything and he’ll probably have an answer. Anything except his father, that is. He can get you almost anything you want, be it a cigarette or something… stronger or even guns, as long as you don’t care to know how or from where. More into the music than the girls, and the girls more than the fast cars—but don’t let his quiet demeanor fool you. Push him too far and you’ll see just how much he knows about everything—including fighting.

—Jehan Prouvaire 
                      Status: T A K E NBio: born into wealth and yet more than happy to deny it while still spending his parent’s cash, just like the rest of the Beatnik lot. A poet at heart he spends the majority of his time in smokey coffee shops listening to bad recitals and questionable conversations. He often joins in, but he doesn’t care all that much. A little awkward and a little shy, he’s trying to associate himself with more interesting people. He’s known Marius since he was a kid, his family knowing Gillenormand fairly well.

—Jehan Prouvaire

                      Status: T A K E N
Bio: born into wealth and yet more than happy to deny it while still spending his parent’s cash, just like the rest of the Beatnik lot. A poet at heart he spends the majority of his time in smokey coffee shops listening to bad recitals and questionable conversations. He often joins in, but he doesn’t care all that much. A little awkward and a little shy, he’s trying to associate himself with more interesting people. He’s known Marius since he was a kid, his family knowing Gillenormand fairly well.

—New Pending Character

Chara: Jehan

  1 year ago reblog  
tags → #*update 

New pending character—

Chara—Combeferre

  1 year ago reblog  
tags → #*update 
tags → #*inspo #*propaganda 
tags → #*inspo #*birds 
tags → #*inspo #*birds 
—Donald Enjolras 
                  Status: T A K E NBio: Donald Enjolras, twenty-two; he’s a lover, not a fighter, but also a fighter so don’t get your hopes up. His heart belongs to his hot rod and his soul, rock ’ n ’ roll; he breathes nicotine like air, with less of an interest in ladies and more in the way fast cars moan; there’s grease under his nails and leather is practically welded to his flesh; who the heck needs parents when you’ve got James Dean and Elvis?

—Donald Enjolras

                  Status: T A K E N
Bio: Donald Enjolras, twenty-two; he’s a lover, not a fighter, but also a fighter so don’t get your hopes up. His heart belongs to his hot rod and his soul, rock ’ n ’ roll; he breathes nicotine like air, with less of an interest in ladies and more in the way fast cars moan; there’s grease under his nails and leather is practically welded to his flesh; who the heck needs parents when you’ve got James Dean and Elvis?