Post by Heidi on Aug 26, 2011 23:21:20 GMT
Adelheid smiled at Maartin when he joined her down below. She had only heard him slide down the pipe, but he landed with enough grace as she had, and for that she was impressed. "Du du much?" she asked, gesturing at the pipe. "Gut. Very gut." The Welsh children only stared in further awe at the Dutch boy's antics; he called to his father as they did. Adelheid looked at him curiously, not quite catching what he said.
"What are you people, part monkey?" one of the boys asked. Adelheid looked over and giggled - more at his tone of voice than words, as she hadn't quite caught the question - but then sobered up as the schoolmarm approached. The anger and distaste in her tone was evident; Adelheid flinched, intimidated by her piercing eyes and stony face, and the English she spoke so well. She just barely caught the hurried words of the woman, and then looked over as a man came walking up. Instinctively she pulled back more, eyeing him like a rabbit eyed the coursing hound that stalked it.
Suddenly, his eyes were upon her, and she felt afraid. He had that...look - firm, watchful, eyeing her like meat. It was a scanning glance, a piercing Doktor's glance, and Doktor Strumfelder suddenly came to mind. Why the devil in a man's skin came to mind, she did not know, but when he asked clearly, "What is that hurts?" she blanched.
He was standing over her. He was holding his cane again. Her ribs hurt at the memory, and her leg ached from the bullet he placed in it. He had hurt her, her Herr Claude who wasn't there anymore, and she had run, run for so long -
The look that came into her eyes was of familiar, abject terror. Without warning or sound, she turned and she fled, limping visibly from the wild running, tearing down the street and around a corner to hide.
"What are you people, part monkey?" one of the boys asked. Adelheid looked over and giggled - more at his tone of voice than words, as she hadn't quite caught the question - but then sobered up as the schoolmarm approached. The anger and distaste in her tone was evident; Adelheid flinched, intimidated by her piercing eyes and stony face, and the English she spoke so well. She just barely caught the hurried words of the woman, and then looked over as a man came walking up. Instinctively she pulled back more, eyeing him like a rabbit eyed the coursing hound that stalked it.
Suddenly, his eyes were upon her, and she felt afraid. He had that...look - firm, watchful, eyeing her like meat. It was a scanning glance, a piercing Doktor's glance, and Doktor Strumfelder suddenly came to mind. Why the devil in a man's skin came to mind, she did not know, but when he asked clearly, "What is that hurts?" she blanched.
He was standing over her. He was holding his cane again. Her ribs hurt at the memory, and her leg ached from the bullet he placed in it. He had hurt her, her Herr Claude who wasn't there anymore, and she had run, run for so long -
The look that came into her eyes was of familiar, abject terror. Without warning or sound, she turned and she fled, limping visibly from the wild running, tearing down the street and around a corner to hide.
