Post by Rudolf Steiner on Aug 30, 2011 0:54:59 GMT
Time: 9:15 am
Location: Berlin
Weather: Nice and Sunny
It had been far too early as Stephan could tell as his groggy head lazily shifted on his pillow to look out of the window, "Fick, ruft mich so verdammt früh am Morgen verdammt!" Stephan mumbled to himself as he forced himself to roll out of bed vehemently swearing all the way into the bathroom where he took his usual morning piss, a shower and brushed his teeth before returning to the bedroom where he reached into the closet to retrieve his neatly ironed SS-Waffen Uniform and placed it on the bed. SS-Untersturmführer Kaiser had just returned from an assignment given to him in France merely a few hours before this God forsaken assignment now, he was debriefed through the telephone and was asked to report to the location ASAP. Going downstairs he found a mug of coffee awaiting him with the morning news on the coffee table. One of the servants must have overheard him stomping and swearing upstairs and knew that their master had awoken. At the young age of twenty two, Stephan lived as a bachelor in the Kasier manor in Berlin, only he and his host of servants, butler, gardeners and assorted hired help lived in the mansion. The last thing the officer had informed him via telephone was that his expertise as an SS officer was needed in this affair. Stephan was still not completely conscious at this point so he did not have an inkling of a clue what that person was barking on about.
Stephan always liked to take his sweet time in everything he did, he was always fashionably late in his eyes. Stephan took the paper and the coffee to the sitting room, sipping his coffee with the morning cigarette, his daily ritual. He did not particularly feel like breakfast and was going to merely have an early lunch today, he though to himself. Draining the dregs of his coffee he went upstairs and got dressed. Outside the sun blinded him the moment he stepped out. Once outside, a couple passing by noticed his uniform and gave him the Nazi salute, to which he proudly returned, it was moments like this that made him extremely proud of what he had become. Taking the usual route as always on foot, his preferred method of transportation, to show his uniform off, and to enjoy his favorite hobby, people watching. For example on this bright sunny morning for example a young boy donned in the Nazi Youth uniform trotted up to Stephan, paused and looked up at him admirably. A moment that this so called hard lined, fanatic officer, as some of his soldiers and prisoners call him was a moment he would never forget. The boy was admiring his uniform, giving him the Nazi salute he continued trotting off to join a group of other boys who stood watching Stephan.
The rest of his journey was quite uneventful except for the small chat he had at the grocer's with the cashier as he bought himself two packs of cigarettes. The man chatted on and on with Stephan regarding his line of work and the SS and how they contribute to the welfare of the Third Reich. Continuing on he had finally reached his destination, no longer was he greeted with looks of admiration and smiles but looks of deep loathing and absolute fear, an SS-Waffen and an officer at that must mean bad news to the poor ghetto he was infiltrating, the sense of animosity and tension could be cut with a knife, Stephan lit a cigarette and made his way to the company stationed right outside the ghetto. Upon arriving Stephan put on his "I am working" mask. Greeting the SS and the Waffen SS division with a Nazi salute and "Sieg Heil!" He awaited the arrival of everyone else.
Translate: Fuck, calling me so fucking early in the fucking morning
Location: Berlin
Weather: Nice and Sunny
It had been far too early as Stephan could tell as his groggy head lazily shifted on his pillow to look out of the window, "Fick, ruft mich so verdammt früh am Morgen verdammt!" Stephan mumbled to himself as he forced himself to roll out of bed vehemently swearing all the way into the bathroom where he took his usual morning piss, a shower and brushed his teeth before returning to the bedroom where he reached into the closet to retrieve his neatly ironed SS-Waffen Uniform and placed it on the bed. SS-Untersturmführer Kaiser had just returned from an assignment given to him in France merely a few hours before this God forsaken assignment now, he was debriefed through the telephone and was asked to report to the location ASAP. Going downstairs he found a mug of coffee awaiting him with the morning news on the coffee table. One of the servants must have overheard him stomping and swearing upstairs and knew that their master had awoken. At the young age of twenty two, Stephan lived as a bachelor in the Kasier manor in Berlin, only he and his host of servants, butler, gardeners and assorted hired help lived in the mansion. The last thing the officer had informed him via telephone was that his expertise as an SS officer was needed in this affair. Stephan was still not completely conscious at this point so he did not have an inkling of a clue what that person was barking on about.
Stephan always liked to take his sweet time in everything he did, he was always fashionably late in his eyes. Stephan took the paper and the coffee to the sitting room, sipping his coffee with the morning cigarette, his daily ritual. He did not particularly feel like breakfast and was going to merely have an early lunch today, he though to himself. Draining the dregs of his coffee he went upstairs and got dressed. Outside the sun blinded him the moment he stepped out. Once outside, a couple passing by noticed his uniform and gave him the Nazi salute, to which he proudly returned, it was moments like this that made him extremely proud of what he had become. Taking the usual route as always on foot, his preferred method of transportation, to show his uniform off, and to enjoy his favorite hobby, people watching. For example on this bright sunny morning for example a young boy donned in the Nazi Youth uniform trotted up to Stephan, paused and looked up at him admirably. A moment that this so called hard lined, fanatic officer, as some of his soldiers and prisoners call him was a moment he would never forget. The boy was admiring his uniform, giving him the Nazi salute he continued trotting off to join a group of other boys who stood watching Stephan.
The rest of his journey was quite uneventful except for the small chat he had at the grocer's with the cashier as he bought himself two packs of cigarettes. The man chatted on and on with Stephan regarding his line of work and the SS and how they contribute to the welfare of the Third Reich. Continuing on he had finally reached his destination, no longer was he greeted with looks of admiration and smiles but looks of deep loathing and absolute fear, an SS-Waffen and an officer at that must mean bad news to the poor ghetto he was infiltrating, the sense of animosity and tension could be cut with a knife, Stephan lit a cigarette and made his way to the company stationed right outside the ghetto. Upon arriving Stephan put on his "I am working" mask. Greeting the SS and the Waffen SS division with a Nazi salute and "Sieg Heil!" He awaited the arrival of everyone else.
Translate: Fuck, calling me so fucking early in the fucking morning