Post by ∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram on Feb 9, 2009 19:12:33 GMT
OOC: Open for one or two people. No more.
IC:
Hiding behind a dark pair of tinted shades, the Sturmbannführer stiffly twisted his head sideways, peering out of the backseat window of the VW-Kubelwagen, observing the scenery outside. The street was littered with ordinary people, carrying their rationed groceries in brown paper bags, whilst a few other innocent citizens paraded their shopping bags, imprinted with the designer slogans of the wealthy stores doing well within their recession of the war. For Berlin, things almost seemed inconceivably normal, a soft twinge of envy etching it’s way into the Sturmbannführer’s emotions, wishing his own life could be that easy. Things had always been abnormal in his life, but the loss of his son a good few months back only made things all the more worse; He was no longer a father and without that little something to fight for, he had very little to now lose.
Next to himself, a governing official from the hospital Feierabend was seated quietly, reading through a few sheets of documents pinned to a clipboard. At first glance, they may have seemed to be a patient’s chart, but watching the suited male quietly from the corner of his eye, Sturmbannführer trailed his keen eyes over the list of names recorded downwards upon the piece of official stamped paper. It wasn’t the Sturmbannführer’s place, nor’ business to know the official governing body’s business, but he couldn’t quite contain his curiosity, as to why he was being put on route to Feierabend hospital with such urgency and the suited governing body of the hospital beside him didn’t say a word.
Letting out a breath, Sturmbannführer Wolfram shuffled in his seat to sit straight and removed his pair of shades to fold the arms up neatly, slipping it down against one of his tunic pockets upon his chest to hang. Facing the male seated quietly beside him, the Sturmbannführer gave one long stare and inhaled a sharp breath to speak. “Also, erzählen Sie mir. Warum mich gewesen entworfen mit solcher Dringlichkeit zu--haben” but the governing body beside him blankly looked at the Sturmbannführer, as if to not question him, causing the SS-Officer to stop talking, immediately becoming irritated by the ignorance of the man beside him. Taking a few long winded breaths, as if to calm himself of such ignorance, the Sturmbannführer looked away briefly, before facing the male again to try and inquisitively gain some answers. “Sie sind durch solche Geheimhaltung gebunden worden? Dass Sie auf einen Sturmbannführer des SS eine einfache Frage nicht antworten können…” he questioned heatedly once again, glaring at the suited male who didn’t even both to look at the Sturmbannführer this time, reading over his notes in silence.
Angrily, Sturmbannführer Wolfram snapped his hand out, yanking the clipboard with several pages of notes from out of the man’s grasp, tossing it down by his feet. As if surprised and stunned, the suited man let out a hoarse breath, as if his breathing had caught within his throat from the shock, before realising the Sturmbannführer had leant across him to open the rear kubelwagen door beside himself. Panicking, the suited male ushered out a “Warten Sie - Warten!”[/I], but Sturmbannführer Wolfram aggressively leant back in his seat, shoving his fine polished jack boot into the male’s face, knocking his body sideways towards the swaying open door of the moving kubelwagen, before he leveraged the thick heel of his jackboot into the man’s ribcage and let out a grunt as he ejected the man from out of his vehicle, onto the swift moving sidewalk outside.
The driver abruptly began to break, but soon found himself being scolded by the merciless officer who snarled a look up front and snapped out “Setzen Sie fort zu fahren, oder Sie werden folgend sein!”, the driver froze in shock, but soon got to grips with the situation, as he churned the gear into place and continued to keep the vehicle moving. Leaning across, the Sturmbannführer pulled the rear door closed and momentarily looked out of the back window towards the limp body strewn across the sidewalk, with a few friendly civilians approaching to help. “Scheißidiot, mich wie ein Hund in meinem eigenen Fahrzeug behandelnd” he angrily grumbled to himself, straightening himself back up within his seat, reaching down for the clipboard he’d discarded from the man’s grasp before ejecting him.
OOC: If you are wondering how to enter, Sturmbannführer Wolfram is in route to hospital Feierabend, where a truck of SS-Men are awaiting orders to detain several doctors and numerous patients in connection with helping the Jews in the ghetto nearby and planning a small pocket of resistance, within the heart of Berlin.
Translations:[/b]
Also, erzählen Sie mir. Warum mich gewesen entworfen mit solcher Dringlichkeit zu--haben
~ So, tell me. Why have I been drafted with such urgency to --
Sie sind durch solche Geheimhaltung gebunden worden? Dass Sie auf einen Sturmbannführer des SS eine einfache Frage nicht antworten können…
~ You have been bound by such secrecy? That you can not answer a Sturmbannführer of the SS one simple question...
Warten Sie - Warten!
~ Wait - Wait!
Setzen Sie fort zu fahren, oder Sie werden folgend sein!
- Keep driving or you'll be next!
Scheißidiot, mich wie ein Hund in meinem eigenen Fahrzeug behandelnd.
~ Fucking imbecile, treating me like a dog in my own vehicle.
IC:
Hiding behind a dark pair of tinted shades, the Sturmbannführer stiffly twisted his head sideways, peering out of the backseat window of the VW-Kubelwagen, observing the scenery outside. The street was littered with ordinary people, carrying their rationed groceries in brown paper bags, whilst a few other innocent citizens paraded their shopping bags, imprinted with the designer slogans of the wealthy stores doing well within their recession of the war. For Berlin, things almost seemed inconceivably normal, a soft twinge of envy etching it’s way into the Sturmbannführer’s emotions, wishing his own life could be that easy. Things had always been abnormal in his life, but the loss of his son a good few months back only made things all the more worse; He was no longer a father and without that little something to fight for, he had very little to now lose.
Next to himself, a governing official from the hospital Feierabend was seated quietly, reading through a few sheets of documents pinned to a clipboard. At first glance, they may have seemed to be a patient’s chart, but watching the suited male quietly from the corner of his eye, Sturmbannführer trailed his keen eyes over the list of names recorded downwards upon the piece of official stamped paper. It wasn’t the Sturmbannführer’s place, nor’ business to know the official governing body’s business, but he couldn’t quite contain his curiosity, as to why he was being put on route to Feierabend hospital with such urgency and the suited governing body of the hospital beside him didn’t say a word.
Letting out a breath, Sturmbannführer Wolfram shuffled in his seat to sit straight and removed his pair of shades to fold the arms up neatly, slipping it down against one of his tunic pockets upon his chest to hang. Facing the male seated quietly beside him, the Sturmbannführer gave one long stare and inhaled a sharp breath to speak. “Also, erzählen Sie mir. Warum mich gewesen entworfen mit solcher Dringlichkeit zu--haben” but the governing body beside him blankly looked at the Sturmbannführer, as if to not question him, causing the SS-Officer to stop talking, immediately becoming irritated by the ignorance of the man beside him. Taking a few long winded breaths, as if to calm himself of such ignorance, the Sturmbannführer looked away briefly, before facing the male again to try and inquisitively gain some answers. “Sie sind durch solche Geheimhaltung gebunden worden? Dass Sie auf einen Sturmbannführer des SS eine einfache Frage nicht antworten können…” he questioned heatedly once again, glaring at the suited male who didn’t even both to look at the Sturmbannführer this time, reading over his notes in silence.
Angrily, Sturmbannführer Wolfram snapped his hand out, yanking the clipboard with several pages of notes from out of the man’s grasp, tossing it down by his feet. As if surprised and stunned, the suited man let out a hoarse breath, as if his breathing had caught within his throat from the shock, before realising the Sturmbannführer had leant across him to open the rear kubelwagen door beside himself. Panicking, the suited male ushered out a “Warten Sie - Warten!”[/I], but Sturmbannführer Wolfram aggressively leant back in his seat, shoving his fine polished jack boot into the male’s face, knocking his body sideways towards the swaying open door of the moving kubelwagen, before he leveraged the thick heel of his jackboot into the man’s ribcage and let out a grunt as he ejected the man from out of his vehicle, onto the swift moving sidewalk outside.
The driver abruptly began to break, but soon found himself being scolded by the merciless officer who snarled a look up front and snapped out “Setzen Sie fort zu fahren, oder Sie werden folgend sein!”, the driver froze in shock, but soon got to grips with the situation, as he churned the gear into place and continued to keep the vehicle moving. Leaning across, the Sturmbannführer pulled the rear door closed and momentarily looked out of the back window towards the limp body strewn across the sidewalk, with a few friendly civilians approaching to help. “Scheißidiot, mich wie ein Hund in meinem eigenen Fahrzeug behandelnd” he angrily grumbled to himself, straightening himself back up within his seat, reaching down for the clipboard he’d discarded from the man’s grasp before ejecting him.
OOC: If you are wondering how to enter, Sturmbannführer Wolfram is in route to hospital Feierabend, where a truck of SS-Men are awaiting orders to detain several doctors and numerous patients in connection with helping the Jews in the ghetto nearby and planning a small pocket of resistance, within the heart of Berlin.
Translations:[/b]
Also, erzählen Sie mir. Warum mich gewesen entworfen mit solcher Dringlichkeit zu--haben
~ So, tell me. Why have I been drafted with such urgency to --
Sie sind durch solche Geheimhaltung gebunden worden? Dass Sie auf einen Sturmbannführer des SS eine einfache Frage nicht antworten können…
~ You have been bound by such secrecy? That you can not answer a Sturmbannführer of the SS one simple question...
Warten Sie - Warten!
~ Wait - Wait!
Setzen Sie fort zu fahren, oder Sie werden folgend sein!
- Keep driving or you'll be next!
Scheißidiot, mich wie ein Hund in meinem eigenen Fahrzeug behandelnd.
~ Fucking imbecile, treating me like a dog in my own vehicle.
