Just You, Then Freedom [Steinbeck]

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod Post

Disaster has struck.

Viv: lying in the cold and the snow for so long had finally been too much for the giant. She has let out a loud gasp of pain from the cold, causing every Axis soldier in the area to turn towards her with rifles raised.


~Dan

[Heidi]

OOC - O__O
Holy crap, you read my mind, Dan.

Edit: CRAP. Forgot to log out of this account. @_@

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Her body betrayed her. A sharp pain cut through Vivienne's chest like a knife, and lights danced before her eyes. A gasp tore itself free from her throat, the sounds of rifles shifting onto her made her pained heart beat faster. Fists clenching, Vivienne wheezed, no longer able to think straight.

So, she did what any other desperate (and possibly stupid) fugitive would do: she got up and ran.

Mind you, however, her retreat was not at all perfect. She was like a bull in a china shop, crashing through the bushy in a sloppy attempt at a serpentine. Vivienne had a rough idea of where her pursuers were from the shouts, so the Frenchwoman moved in a poor excuse for a semi-circle away from them. There was probably only a small gap between them and the part of the brush too thick to go through...she had to be fast...

Lancinating pains appeared in the middle of her back, and in her knees and ankles. Her breath came in wheezes, and double-vision cursed her. A stinging sensation in her right cheek meant that a twig or something had scratched her face, further disorienting her. She swerved weakly a few more times before her legs gave out on her, Vivienne falling onto the forest floor with a crash!

This was the end. There was probably no way she could keep running if she had to start sprinting again. The Frenchwoman had given her position away, all out of a stupid flight response. Where did her stealth go? Why was she panicking now?

The shouts in German from a few minutes before then came to her. "Fein! Haben Sie es Ihr Weg!" one of the Nazis had cried, and he sounded rather irritable when he had said that. If he caught up to her, he'd probably have her executed.

[PuNk! ™]

Dannnn, could you Mod this please? Been 5-days.
(You can delete this once you've read it)

Thankie-J0o!
~Danny

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod-Post

Hmm, not so lucky today...


Actions:
Viv: As she hastily blundered to her feet she was easily seen by the hordes of Axis soldiers.
Kyle Steinbeck actions actually saved her life. The instant he saw the giant French woman he opened fire at her legs with his SMG. Five bullets thumped into her legs, sending her flying to the ground. If Kyle had been a second too slow she would have been shot to pieces with bullets from the nervous Privates nearbye, who in their haste probably wouldn't have taken the time to aim low.
Still, rifle bullets did catch her in her right shoulder/upper arm. She is currently losing alot of blood and if she isn't evacuated from the battlefield she will most likely die. And Herr commandant wouldn't want to lose his best Pack mule, would he?


~Dan

[☠ Kyle Steinbeck]

OOC: Ever so sorry for the extremely late response, as you know, I’ve been very tied up and I’ve decided to attempt to kick-start my muse and hopefully get this thread finished.

A map has also not been supplied, because it’s pretty self explanatory of my actions. If you should require one, feel free to prompt me too.

IC:

“Dort ist sie! Dort ist sie!”[/b] one of the soldiers cried out from within the woodlands, the brushing noises of legs chaffing soon afterwards, as Obersturmführer Steinbeck hastily looked around, awaiting to see a fleeing figure from the foliage; Indeed, his entire section saw the fleeing prisoner, as she boldly ran straight across their line of sights, straight across their patrol path. How foolish!? She was asking to be shot and Obersturmführer Steinbeck already noticed the men readying their rifles, as the apparent sound of leather brushed from off their tunics from the strap on their rifles, then came the bolt-action clunk, as they loaded the chamber for a shot.

Calls and shouted emitted between the party members, as the men hurried from between the trees, trying to get that perfect shot, a few rounds spiralling off uncontrollably and off target, hitting the nearby trees with a fearsome thump. Muzzle flashes sparked left, right and centre, but all of the shots were way too high for a wounding shot to the legs - his section was panicking to get the fleeing prisoner and were performing like monkeys on parade. “Halten Sie an! Hören Sie Ihre Zündung auf!” Obersturmführer Steinbeck yelled out, but shots continued to ring off and the Obersturmführer noticed the prisoner stumble within the dim light of the truck’s beam shining through the woodlands. She’d been shot in her shoulder, perhaps twice, a little too close for comfort for a fatal hit to the torso or head.

Taking the initiative, Obersturmführer Steinbeck hastily darted out from between the trees, lining up for a clear shot of his own. Reluctantly, he aimed from the hip and pulled the trigger, spraying a brief volley of lead across the escapee’s legs, watching as she collapsed into the ground soon after. Surprisingly, a couple more rifle shots zipped by the Obersturmführer, as the soldiers continued to hunt for a kill. “HÖREN SIE AUF ZU SCHIEßEN!” he bellowed out, finally grabbing their attention, as a few worried faces looked towards their commanding officer, gradually lowering their rifles to look about themselves, making sure no-one had been hurt. “Sie drei - überprüfen die Gründe und stellen sicher, dass sie über nichts Wichtiges verfügt hat. Ruhe von Ihnen, kommen Sie helfen mir” he orded, sounding a little aggravated by their shooting spree and unorganised sense of killing.

Approaching the strewn body within the snow, Obersturmführer Steinbeck nipped his toe beneath the barrel of her rifle and kicked it aside roughly, just so it was a foot away from her grasp. “Bleiben Sie noch! Bleiben Sie noch!” he barked at the wounded woman, warning her, his fellow soldiers approaching the situation cautiously; Their rifles dwelling over her tattered body, ready for a shot if need be. Obersturmführer Steinbeck knelt down and patted at her pockets, shoving his hand into any of the pocket compartments upon her noticeably stolen cameo jacket and searched her where she laid. Feeling his fingers press against something firm, he pulled out his combat knife from it’s metal scarab and leather frog, slowly pressing the cold steel against her throat, giving her one long stare as he cautiously leant in closer to get a better grip upon something within her pocket.

Yanking it out, he glanced away from her face to look at what he’d pulled out and with one hand, flicked it open to take a brief look inside. It seemed like a journal, but it may have withheld important information, if she was in contact with any resistance parties or attempted to log information on Nazi whereabouts or figures for the enemy. Acting as a spy in other words. Snapping the leather book closed, Obersturmführer Steinbeck tucked it into the inside of his leather jacket and slowly slid away the cold steel to his combat knife from off her throat. “Bekommen Sie sie zum Lastwagen zurück, aber wenn einige von Ihnen wagt, sie sonst zu berühren, wo ich Sie Schuss haben werde. Hören Sie mich?” the Obersturmführer said with a firm tone, watching as the soldiers obeyed and slowly moved over to the prisoner, cradling their hands under her armpits to lift up and begin dragging back the way she’d run, with a third soldier reluctantly lifting her legs to carry.

She was awfully heavy and the three men struggled to keep her backside from off the ground, but they didn’t really care much, as a few soldiers lingering by the roadside came dropping down from the embankment to help lift her up. Meanwhile; Obersturmführer Steinbeck slowly made his own way back to the general direction of the truck, accompanied with one other soldier who picked up the discarded rifle she was carrying, checking it over for marks of whom it may have belonged too before her. Kyle remained deadly silent as he shouldered his MP40, pulling out what seemed to be a journal or log-book, flicking through the pages slowly, knowing he’d pay more attention to it when they got back into the warmth…

OOC:
- Taken her Journal.
- Removed her Rifle (don’t add this to my profile please)



Translations:[/b]

Dort ist sie! Dort ist sie!
~ There she is! There she is!

Halten Sie an! Hören Sie Ihre Zündung auf!
~ Stop! Stop your firing!

HÖREN SIE AUF ZU SCHIEßEN!
~ STOP FIRING!

Sie drei - überprüfen die Gründe und stellen sicher, dass sie über nichts Wichtiges verfügt hat. Ruhe von Ihnen, kommen Sie helfen mir.
~ You three - check the grounds and make sure she hasn't disposed of anything important. Rest of you, come help me.

Bleiben Sie noch! Bleiben Sie noch!
~ Stay still! Stay still!

Bekommen Sie sie zum Lastwagen zurück, aber wenn einige von Ihnen wagt, sie sonst zu berühren, wo ich Sie Schuss haben werde. Hören Sie mich?
~ Get her back to the truck, but if any of you dare touch her else where, I will have you shot. Hear me?

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

Actions:

• Indeed Viv didn't put up much of a fight due to her wounded state and Steinbeck has successfully captured her alive.
  

CP:
Lieutenant Steinbeck: Good, long posts every time. 30CP

Viv: M'afraid I can't give you CP for when you get captured in hostile threads. Just neutral ones.


~Dan