An Imprisoned Lioness [Open]

[Vivienne Rousseau]

Country: Nazi Germany
Current Time: 8:35, early March of 1944
Weather Conditions: Cold, frosty, typical winter weather. The thermometer reads zero degrees Celsius, and a cold wind blows over the landscape. Sun and cloud mix in the sky, the latter moreso then the former.

- == -

A wounded animal is something to be feared, especially when it possesses strong teeth and claws. Despite its weakened state, it is not something to be taken lightly, still strong enough to rend someone apart if worse comes to worse. It snarls and bites, clawing to its very last breath, and when it gains strength again, it may just lunge at you to finish what it started. Humans are no exception - like the cunning fox or the soaring eagle, they are animals, too.

The cell they had kept Vivienne in was designed for wounded prisoners. A thin bed gave the French giantess something to sleep on, the blankets meant to keep her warm while her wounds healed. In a rare act of mercy, the Nazis had been kind enough to let her keep her stolen jacket, providing further warmth to her weakened body. Other then that, she was just another prisoner; thick, solid chains and strong cuffs held her back, and drugs kept her subdued. She had been given nearly double the standard dose, all thanks to paranoia and her massive form; as a result, her mouth was dry and her head heavy, nausea swelling in her gut's pit here and there.

But the drugs also meant one had to tread lightly. Despite being wounded, if she got a hold of someone's neck, she could still snap it, even if it meant exerting herself more then usual. The pain Vivienne felt was also another factor, giving the woman a weak temper whenever her bullet holes starting aching. One soul had already felt the brunt of the giantess's wrath; she had nearly bitten his nose off when he went to push a needle into her wrist. Since then, those approaching her had done so in groups of four or more, just in case Vivienne became temperamental.

Now, in the early morning, the Frenchwoman stirred again. It had been a week since her recapture, and although she was not yet fit to work, she was recovering at a steady pace. Her eyes were dull as she opened them, and she blinked slowly, taking in what she could of the world. Vivienne's tongue worked up a ball of spit, and she swallowed, trying to wet her dry throat. Her arthritis was acting up from the cold, and in return, her hole-filled legs stung. She grunted, wincing as her foot twitched, and let out a low, uncomfortable groan.

Next time, should she ever try to escape again, she would look first before she decided to run. The only reason the giantess hadn't gotten away was because she had run in front of almost every one of her pursuers. It was a humiliating way for her to go down in her eyes.

[Wilhelm Schlegal]

The bitterness and brutal ways of war have not been seen in the eyes of Wilhelm Schlegal. He had not left Germany for almost a few months. He guessed there was nothing going on that the young Unterscharführer could possibly do. All that had changed, when SS Headquarters had sent him to the Berlin Hospital.

A hospital?Wilhelm thought as the Volkswagen taxi took him down the narrow streets of Berlin. The sun was shining through the brick buildings as the Volkswagen sped down the street. Wilhelm held his briefcase on his lap, while his rifle was lied down next to him. He had to keep his rifle steady whenever the driver hit a pothole. One pothole was so big that the man almost threw his briefcase out the window.

"DummerTreiber, mit dieser Rate, kann ich sterben, bevor der Krieg rüber sein!." Wilhelm mumbled as the driver mad a sharp right turn around an intersection, blowing through the traffic cop. Wilhelm held onto his seat as the car turned, then he turned his head back to see the traffic cop shaking his fist and spitting out curses. Wilhelm shook his head as he turned it back around, facing the road they were traveling down.

It was almost morning rush hour and Wilhelm wanted to beat it. Berlin traffic was always a mess at 9:00 AM. The car slowed down as it pulled out in front of the hospital. "Wir sind hier. Das ist 20 Reichs." said the driver as he made eye contact with the SS soldier through the rear view mirror. Wilhelm reached into his side pocket and handed the man the 20 Reichs. Grabbing the gear, he got out of the Volkswagen. The driver sped off, almost hitting an ambulance. Wilhelm just shook his head and slung his rifle over his shoulder. "Wenn dieser Treiber im Waffen SS war, würde ich ihn Schuß haben!" Wilhelm mumbled again. He made sure his rifle and knife were secure in his locations. After this was done, Wilhelm walked towards the buzzing hospital.

The Berlin hospital was buzzing with life. It was divided into floors. Soldiers of the Wehrmacht, Luftwaffe, SS, and other German forces were located on the first 5 floors. The injured civilians filled the last floors of the building, which was about 5 more floors. In the basement was where the prisoners were held.

Wilhelm walked down the white hallways, passing injured and dead soldiers. He briefly glanced at a man his age who's right eye was covered with an eye patch. A nurse was tending to the man, fluffing his pillow and feeding him his pills. Wilhelm slowed down to look at the man. The man's uniform was torn up, but Wilhelm made out that he was a Luftwaffe pilot and he looked to be about Wilhelm's age. Blood spots were strewn at the man's legs. This must be what war looks like, he thought. The nurse looked up to Wilhelm and then looked back down, with her head turned away.

"Seine Fläche wurde unten über Rußland geschossen. Glücklicherweise gelangten wir an ihn, bevor die Russen…" she said as she continued tending to the pilot, then slowly looked back towards Wilhelm.

Inside Wilhelm, anger grew. His anger towards the Russians expanded. He made a pledge that day to himself, that with every German soldier killed, he would kill 10 Russians personally. Wilhelm nodded to the nurse then walked briskly down to the table where SS officers were to check in for interrogations of prisoners. Wilhelm walked to the table and set his briefcase down to his right side. The man behind the desk was an older looking man, with a mustache and short, white hair. Wilhelm reached for his papers and handed them to the man. The man looked at the papers, noticing that Wilhelm was from Munich.

"Ich war von München selbst, Herr Schlegal. Schöne Stadt." the man said, handing Wilhelm back the papers. He waved Wilhelm to move along.

Wilhelm put them back in his pocket and gave a small smile to the man and then walked past the desk. There was a set of stairs with two guards standing near the entrance way. They saluted Wilhelm as he walked by and down the stairs. It grew darker as he descended down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, Wilhelm looked around to see a few guards walking around the cell area. Some doctors and nurses were here as well. He walked past two guards who were talking and then they stopped talking as he walked by.

"Anschlag. Lassen Sie mich Ihre Papiere sehen." said one of the guards. He wore an SS uniform, was a higher rank than Wilhelm, and was much more fatter. The officer looked through the papers and when he noticed who Wilhelm was here to see, smiled. "Sie ist ein feisty. Jene französischen Frauen setzten oben einen guten Kampf. Wurde Sie mögen einen Schutz mit Ihnen hereinkommen?"

"Nien, das ist nicht notwendig." said Schlegal. His SS medallions shined from the dim light in the basement of the hospital. The officer nodded then motioned for one of the guards to guide Schlegal to the holding cell. Schlegal followed the guard down the small corridor. The cell was located at the end of the corridor, with two guards already standing guard. They both opened the door and Wilhelm slowly walked into the dimly lit cell. At the far end of the cell, he saw the large French women chained to the bed. He took a seat at the far end of the cell and watched her lie there.

Translations

DummerTreiber, mit dieser Rate, kann ich sterben, bevor der Krieg rüber sein!
-Stupid driver, with this rate, I'll die before the war ends!

Wir sind hier. Das ist 20 Reichs.
-We're here, sir. That'll be 20 Reichs.

Wenn dieser Treiber im Waffen SS war, würde ich ihn Schuß haben!
-If he were a driver in the Waffen SS, I'd have him shot!

Seine Fläche wurde unten über Rußland geschossen. Glücklicherweise gelangten wir an ihn, bevor die Russen…
-His plane was shot down over Russia. Luckily, we got to him first before the Russians...

Ich war von München selbst, Herr Schlegal. Schöne Stadt.
-I'm from Munich as well, Herr Schlegal. Beautiful city.

Anschlag. Lassen Sie mich Ihre Papiere sehen.
-Stop, let me see your papers.

Sie ist ein feisty. Jene französischen Frauen setzten oben einen guten Kampf. Wurde Sie mögen einen Schutz mit Ihnen hereinkommen?
-She's a feisty one. These French women put up a good fight. Would you like a guard to come in with you?

Nien, das ist nicht notwendig.
-No, that won't be necessary.

[Vivienne Rousseau]

Translations:

Pourquoi ne pouvez-vous pas des bâtards de ensanglanté…moi laisser seul déjà…? - Why can't you bloody...bastards leave me alone already...?

...Was wünschen Sie, Nazi? - ...What you want, Nazi?

- == -

Everything Vivienne heard was fuzzy and vague. The drugs kept her from hearing things properly, only able to hear sound when it was either close, extremely loud, or both. Because the Nazi's footsteps were neither, the Frenchwoman did not hear them until he was just outside of her cell. She groggily turned her head to see what was going on, nearly jumping out of her skin when the lock loudly clicked open. The cell door creaked as it opened, the scratchy, shrill noise that followed indicating that the hinges needed to be oiled. Vivienne winced, the sound grating on her ears.

Pourquoi ne pouvez-vous pas des bâtards de ensanglanté…moi laisser seul déjà…? she mentally growled. With a grunt, she lifted her head, a blurry man's shadow entering her cell. She squinted her eyes, trying to make out his features, but the drugs and her poor eyesight made it near impossible.

"...Was wünschen Sie, Nazi?" Vivienne weakly snapped in German, her head quickly falling back onto her pillow. The Nazi, however, did not respond; all he did was move over to a stool in the corner. Vivienne knew that stool well; the doctors that came in often sat on it, observing her from afar, sometimes asking her questions. There had even been a couple that had asked her if she knew of the Ahnenerbe, and those times, Vivienne had simply snarled back. One of them snorted once, and had seemingly scribbled something down, saying that it would be of use. Because of this, the Frenchwoman had begun to have her suspicions.

With a growl of irritation, Vivienne painfully shifted her weight. Her chains, tied both to the bed and the wall, kept her from moving around too much. They also had a tendency to become tangled, especially around her feet, and she could easily hurt herself if she jerked hard enough. The Nazis might have been stupid in their beliefs, but they were cunning; they knew that tangling the chains was a surefire way to keep Vivienne further repressed. After all, the giantess knew she would be sent to the Ahnenerbe if she was no longer of use, and that the Frenchwoman did not want to be used as a test subject.

Deciding that it was unwise to appear weak, Vivienne laid still. She gently closed her eyes, trying to relax even though there was a Nazi in the cell. If she seemed more unresponsive then she actually was, then perhaps he would leave. If the Nazi approached her though...well, then he would have to remember to tread lightly.

Very lightly.

[Wilhelm Schlegal]

Wilhelm sat in his squeaky stool and sat there silently as the French woman began to speak. As she finished and grew silent, Wilhelm wondered what this woman was thinking. She must've been a loon because she ran away from his fellow Nazis. He did have to admit she had the guts to stand up the the Fatherland, even if she knew that could mean death. Anyone that defied the Fuher and the Reich would suffer dearly, be it being sent to a death camp or labor camp. Hell they could be shot right there.

Wilhelm stood up from his seat and stuck to the shadows. He walked to the small bared window that reflected the little sunlight into the room. He looked out and saw the dark alleyway and heard the various honks of the Berlin cars going wherever they needed to be. They might not even have a destination to go to. They might just be in a hurry to get no where. Finally, Wilhelm broke his silence.

"Erzählen Sie mir, maddam Vivienne, was denken Sie an unseren Fortschritt mit der Ausrottung der Juden? Das ist am angenehmsten, nicht wahr?" he said in a silent voice. The confinement of the cell allowed her to hear everything he said. Wilhelm didn't intend to kill the woman, because if he did, he'd risk his life and his siblings life as well.

Wilhelm himself had never been to any death camps, but he has heard stories. He's seen his neighbors back in Munich be rounded up into trucks and then shipped off to labor camps. He's never heard of them again. The next day, a German family moved in and life moved on. Wilhelm recalled his siblings Erwin and Eva playing with the neighbor's kids. He watched the kids frolick in the quiet street and then the kid's parents watching and waving to Wilhelm. Wilhelm would wave back to them, then realize that they weren't the Jewish neighbors he used to know. To be honest, he had no problem with them, but this was the best for Germany, and the World, to rid of them.


"Würde Sie mögen, dass irgendetwas aß?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.


Translations:
Erzählen Sie mir, maddam Vivienne, was denken Sie an unseren Fortschritt mit der Ausrottung der Juden? Das ist am angenehmsten, nicht wahr?-Tell me, maddam Vivienne, what do you think of our progress with the eradication of the Jews? It's most pleasant, isn't it?

Würde Sie mögen, dass irgendetwas aß?-Would you like anything to eat?

[Niamh Dunlevy]

OOC - Forgot to log out of my Niamh account. -_-;

Translations:

Vous...ne méritez pas une réponse...de moi, particulièrement dans votre...votre langue maternelle, Nazi.... - You...do not deserve an answer...from me, especially in your...your mother tongue, Nazi.

Et je...n'accepterais...jamais la nourriture de...quelqu'un aussi ignoble que vous-même...vous-même. - And...never would I...accept food...from someone as despicable as yourself.

Was wünschen Sie, Nazi? - What do you want, Nazi?

- = = -

Vivienne's face twisted into a snarl, and her head snapped up slightly, a dull spark managing to come through in her glazed eyes. How dare he speak of a genocide in such a...such a smug manner! He was just another little twig Vivienne would one day snap, his leg about as scrawny as the legs he walked upon. If she wasn't drugged and chained down, she would have gotten up, walked over and killed him already. He deserved such a fate.

"Vous...ne méritez pas une réponse...de moi, particulièrement dans votre...votre langue maternelle, Nazi...." Vivienne hissed in French, her voice quiet because of the drugs. "Et je...n'accepterais...jamais la nourriture de...quelqu'un aussi ignoble que vous-même...vous-même."

She sucked on her tongue as best she could, feeling a hint of saliva form on the tip of it. Taking a slow, deep breath, she spat at the Nazi as best she could, smirking weakly. Oh, those drugs were strong...much stronger then any she had felt before. Had the Nazis, especially their Ahnenerbe, tested them out on the other prisoners yet? Had some of those souls that Vivienne had seen dragged off before suffered the fate of becoming test subjects? It was a disgusting thought, to say the least. At least those rebelling in her homeland had been making themselves as much a thorn in the Germans' side as possible.

"Was wünschen Sie, Nazi?" Vivienne asked again. Surely there was a reason the German soldier was visiting her now. Perhaps he was toying with her, trying to mess with her head while she was down for the count? What a pathetic low to sink to. Mind one, Vivienne was guilty of doing such things to the Nazis when she could, but in her eyes, most of them weren't even human. Their blood and hearts were as black as coal, and not the hearts of the "unclean", as Hitler's dogs claimed some to be. Black blood...perhaps the German was trying to poke at the blackness within the French giantess? Perhaps he was. There were a few things Vivienne was guilty for, and the Nazis had a gift for making people feel guilty, whether it be making them feel guilty of their race or otherwise.

"Was wünschen Sie...Nazi?" the Frenchwoman repeated again, this time a little louder then before. If there was game he was playing, she would stop it before he got too into it.

[Wilhelm Schlegal]

When the French women spat at Wilhelm, he slowly turned his head and his right eye was looking at her. A sinister smile broke across his face, Vivienne only having a look at his right side. He then turned back around with his back to her. Schlegal then gave a slight chuckle as she was using the little energy she had.

"Entspannen Sie sich Frau, sparen Sie Ihre Energie. Sie sind wird es dafür brauchen, wohin Sie gehen..." Wilhelm honestly didn't know whether this French women was going to be sent to a concentration camp or labor camp. He took out her file and read her most recent history.

In the early days of the war in 1940, Vivienne had refused the Germans of raiding her house for supplies. After this sentence, it was blocked out for some reason. It then said that she was recaptured in the forest and the company that was transporting her crashed, allowing her to escape once again. Vivienne was on the run for a week and then finally shot and recaptured. It also noted that she was a subject at the Ahnenerbe. That was it, and that's all Wilhelm needed to know. He folded the file and put it in his side pocket.

"Schützen Sie sich! Lichter!" he shouted without turning around. A few seconds later, the lone light bulb lit up the room. Schlegal then turned his body fully around, allowing the French Women to see the young man.

Wilhelm was in his dress uniform. He had polished his black, leather boots the night before and his uniform was pressed. The Nazi Swastika and red flag were patched together on his left shoulder, and the two thunderbolts, representing the SS to the right of his neck. The only hair that was visible on Schlegal was his yellow side burns.

Now Schlegal could see the giant women. Indeed, she was huge. He had to stick with what he was here for, though. ''Frau Vivienne habe ich gelernt, dass Sie am Ahnenerbe eingesperrt wurden. Ich bin nicht dabei, Ihnen dorthin zurückzusenden. Sie würden dort äußerst nutzlos sein. Statt dessen halte ich Sie hier und nah kontrolliert von Ärzten. Sie werden zu einem besseren Krankenhaus-Zimmer bewegt. Danach werden wir entscheiden, wohin Sie gehen sollten. Seien Sie glücklich, dass, wenn Sie ein Jude waren, ich Ihnen an den Ahnenerbe zurücksenden lassen würde. Haben Sie irgendwelche Fragen?'' Wilhelm didn't have any problems with the French, unless they were collaborators to the Germans. This one, this one women, was something to him. The one thing that caused him the most hate was the Jews. Jews and Russians. He would do anything within in his power to rid of them all. First, however, he made a note to himself that once the French women was better, he'd find a place most suitable for her.


Translation:

"Entspannen Sie sich Frau, sparen Sie Ihre Energie. Sie sind wird es dafür brauchen, wohin Sie gehen..."
-Relax, Madam, save your energy. You're gonna need it for where you're going.

"Schützen Sie sich! Lichter!"
-Guard! Lights!

Frau Vivienne habe ich gelernt, dass Sie am Ahnenerbe eingesperrt wurden. Ich bin nicht dabei, Ihnen dorthin zurückzusenden. Sie würden dort äußerst nutzlos sein. Statt dessen halte ich Sie hier und nah kontrolliert von Ärzten. Sie werden zu einem besseren Krankenhaus-Zimmer bewegt. Danach werden wir entscheiden, wohin Sie gehen sollten. Seien Sie glücklich, dass, wenn Sie ein Jude waren, ich Ihnen an den Ahnenerbe zurücksenden lassen würde. Haben Sie irgendwelche Fragen?
-Madam Vivienne, I have learned you were imprisoned at the Ahnenerbe. I am not going to send you back there. You'd be utterly useless there. Instead, I am keeping you here and closely monitored by doctors. You will be moved to a better hospital room. After that, we will decide where you should go. Be lucky that if you were a Jew, I'd have you sent back to the Ahnenerbe. Do you have any questions?

Here is a picture of Wilhelm. He's L.T Kotler from A Boy in the Striped Pajamas, the movie.

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[Vivienne Rousseau]

Translations (in the order in which they were written):

You lie.

There...there was no...no Schutzstaffel uniform on those...men....

I know...you want something.

Tell me...what...you want. Do not...do not play games...with me...you...you...you....

- = = -

Ahnenerbe. The name scraped across her ears, almost as if someone was dragging it along. Her near-useless eyes widened, revealing the cataract-covered right one that betrayed her half-blindness. The sudden rush of adrenaline cleared her head for a moment, and Vivienne's face twisted into an angry expression. Gathering up as much strength as she could in an instant, she snarled viciously at the Nazi, much like a caged dog would.

"Vous vous trouvez," snapped the woman in French. Vivienne couldn't help it; she was stressed, and not to mention a little frightened, so the German words she knew slipped her mind for a moment. "Il…là n'y avait aucun…aucun Schutzstaffel uniforme sur ceux…des hommes...."

Her bad eyes and medication hadn't allowed her to see the Nazi's smirk. However, every part of her felt as if it was on fire; something was most definitely going on. The way the Nazi's words practically oozed out of his mouth...it was unsettling, to say the least. Vivienne had dealt with his kind before, though, and would not allow him to play games with her head.

Especially when she was injured, chained down, and heavily drugged.

Going through her mental vocabulary of German as best as she could, Vivienne then said, "Ich weiß, dass...Sie et...etwas wünschen. Erklären Sie mir…was…Sie wünschen. Nicht…spielen nicht Spiele…mit mir…tun Sie…Sie…Sie...."

The room was getting fuzzier then it was supposed to be, and a dull throbbing was beginning to form in the sides of her head. She had probably pushed herself too hard, or someone had come up and done something to her when she wasn't looking. Weakly, she tried to turn her head to the side, but even that proved laborious. Besides, her right side was a gigantic blind spot, and her left eye could barely see anything, anyways.

Vivienne would not allow herself to fall unconscious...no, not now....

[Wilhelm Schlegal]

Wilhelm sighed then walked to the side of Vivienne's bed. He was out of reach of her, if she could get out of the chains of course. Wilhelm leaned down and was at the same level as she was at.

"Dasist komisch. Jeder in Europa, der ganzen Welt, denkt, dass alle Deutschen schlecht sind. Nicht wir alle, sind mein liebes..." he said in a low tone voice so only the two of them could hear it. Now don't forget, Wilhelm is still new to this whole SS business. He knows that the SS enforce the rules of the German Reich and want to preserve the Aryan race and eliminate all who oppose it. This women simple refused to allow troops to enter her home and take her supplies. He'd do the same, even if it meant death.

Wilhelm stood up and flicked off some dirt that was on his uniform. He walked back to the small barred off window, watching all the citizens of Berlin walking by. Wilhelm let out another sigh, waiting for that call to war, instead of seeing the other side of war through POW's, the wounded, the suffering. Little did he know, that's what war is all about. He recalled his father telling him of the trenches during the Great War, the war where Germany first tried to conquer Europe. The foul stenches, minimal food, limited ammo and supplies, and staying close together with your comrades for weeks, possibly even months.

Wilhelm had dazed out for a moment, but then turned back around to Madame Vivienne, with his left shoulder to her and his right to the wall. He was still looking at her.

"Eines Tages wird dieser Krieg zu Ende sein. Entweder eine komplette Nation wird ... oder vielleicht zerstört, Frieden wird sich durch die Berge erheben.." Wilhelm made his way for the door, calling out the guard. He couldn't see any, but could hear a few down the dark corridors of the basement.


Translations:

Das ist komisch. Jeder in Europa, der ganzen Welt, denkt, dass alle Deutschen schlecht sind. Nicht wir alle, sind mein liebes...-It's funny. Everyone in Europe, the entire World, thinks that all Germans are bad. Not all of us are, my dear...

Eines Tages wird dieser Krieg zu Ende sein. Entweder eine komplette Nation wird ... oder vielleicht zerstört, Frieden wird sich durch die Berge erheben..-One day, this war will be over. Either an entire nation will be destroyed...or perhaps, peace will rise through the mountains...

[Vivienne Rousseau]

Translations:

...Et pas tous...Les Français sont incompétents.... = And not...all Frenchmen are incompetent....

Ja, Herr? = Yes, sir?

Was brauchen Sie, Herr? = What do you need, sir?

...Ist es...Gefangener, Herr? = Is it the...prisoner, sir?

Wenn sich Fräulein Rousseau temperamentvoll erweist, können wir auffordern, dass andere Wächter kommen. Sie ist bekannt, um, Herr lästig zu sein. = If Miss Rousseau is proving temperamental, we can call for other guards to come. She is known for being troublesome, sir.

Wir entschuldigen uns, um ringsherum nicht zu sein, um, Herr zu helfen; wir mussten uns um einige andere Unruhestifter hier unten kümmern. = We apologize for not being around to assist, sir; we had to attend to some other troublemakers down here.

- = = -

His words slipped fluidly into her ear, eased through the haze that surrounded Vivienne's mind. In an act of defiance, the giantess growled, too lost in the fog to try and snap at him like an animal. She despised the fact he had called her "dear"...that word was something only her parents had the right to utter. The near-blind Frenchwoman felt as if the Nazi was mocking her.

"...Et pas tous...Les Français sont incompétents...." Vivienne murmured, blinking slowly. What was wrong with her head...no, it was the drugs, yes...no? She couldn't think. She only wanted to snap the Nazi's little neck. Vivienne didn't care what he said - sure, not all Germans were a bad lot...but they were awfully sheep-like. All they seemed to do was prance around after their little Führer, and obey his every command and outlandish law.

There was the sound of the Nazi shouting, and then, the faint sound of footsteps. The light in the room became too bright for Vivienne, and her eyes slowly shut. She breathed deeply, trying to clear her head, her ears straining as best as they could to hear what was going on.

"Ja, Herr?"

"Was brauchen Sie, Herr?"

Vivienne growled again, this time a little more softly. Still, it was enough to catch the attention of the guards she had barely heard. They looked to the side, and glanced nervously at Vivienne, then back at their superior. The giantess peeked her good eye open, and although she couldn't see their expressions, she decided to softly chuckle, as if amused by whatever was on their faces.

"...Ist es...Gefangener, Herr?" asked one guard. "Wenn sich Fräulein Rousseau temperamentvoll erweist, können wir auffordern, dass andere Wächter kommen. Sie ist bekannt, um, Herr lästig zu sein."

"Wir entschuldigen uns, um ringsherum nicht zu sein, um, Herr zu helfen; wir mussten uns um einige andere Unruhestifter hier unten kümmern," added the other.

[Wilhelm Schlegal]

Wilhelm looked at the guards as they walked in and explained themselves. He nodded his head and then looked at the French women. Wilhelm noticed her give a slight laugh; he would note this later.

"Bekommen Sie mehr Wächter, wenn Sie dazu haben. Wenn sie kommen, sie beruhigen. Ich will ihre gehenden Nüsse nicht. Bringen Sie sie gerade, um zu schlafen und sie zu einer besseren Position zu bewegen. Zimmer A124. Wird das verstanden?" he said in a powerful tone. Wilhelm didn't want anything to happen to her. She reminded him of his mother so much; both the women were ambitious and angry, although with Wilhelm's mother, she would be very nice until his father died, then she turned into a bitch. Wilhelm then gave a sharp look at the guards. "Wenn irgendetwas mit ihr geschieht, werden Sie alles am liebsten bestraft." When the guards came, Wilhelm will go with them to the elevator and when they reached the floor, he would leave the French women with the guards and check back with her within a few weeks. It was rumored he was being sent to the front...


Translations

Bekommen Sie mehr Wächter, wenn Sie dazu haben. Wenn sie kommen, sie beruhigen. Ich will ihre gehenden Nüsse nicht. Bringen Sie sie gerade, um zu schlafen und sie zu einer besseren Position zu bewegen. Zimmer A124. Wird das verstanden?-Get more guards if you have to. When they come, sedate her and move her when she is asleep. I don't want her going nuts. I want her moved to A124. Is that understood?"

Wenn irgendetwas mit ihr geschieht, werden Sie alles am liebsten bestraft-If anything happens to her, you will all be punished most dearly.

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod-Post

CP:
Viv: 8CP

Wilhelm: 8CP


~Dan

[Wilhelm Schlegal]

Dan, I don't know if we were done, unless Vivienne sent you a PM or something.

Edit:Nevermind, just got her PM