Post by Rolf Jäger on Jul 29, 2010 22:27:23 GMT
Country: Benghazi, Libya, North Africa
Current Time: 22:00, April 1941
Weather Conditions: A chilly Libyan night with no breeze in the air.
Various lights glittered through the windows of the nightly Benghazi, the Libyan city having been only recently liberated from its British and Australian occupiers and the Axis forces now had a firm hold of the city, while the troops kept pushing on towards Tobruk and the Egyptian border. The city had been through various occupations during its time and for the most recent time period, it had been under Italian rule, causing more than just little resentment among the local populace as some of them had been driven out of their homes, some even having suffered the misfortune of being confined into a concentration camp. The grudges of the populace were of little concern to the current Axis occupiers and any soldier enjoying a free night was out and about, enjoying the various exotic sights and forms of entertainment the city had to offer.
Rolf Jäger's fingers curled around the bottle of beer and he tilted his head back in an effort to drink down all of its the contents more effectively. He was wearing the blue uniform of the German Air Force, complete with a set of polished, black riding boots and a peaked cap that was now resting on the table. The commotion around him was nearly deafening, as the various German and Italian soldiers laughed, played cards, drank and burst into abrupt spouts of singing every once and a while. The cool night-time air and the opportunity for some drinking and entertainment had caused the soldiers to grow rather rowdy and even the proprietors of the establishment had their doubts over the stability of the situation. Hauptmann Jäger, now accompanied by a dark-haired Italian woman sitting on the seat next to him, slammed the empty bottle down on the table loudly and laughed hoarsely at his own rather enjoyable condition. The Luftwaffe officer's head was filled with a comfortable buzz and he flashed the young Italian female a crooked grin when the woman clung to his arm in hopes that the Hauptmann would pay for her drinks or decide to opt for some costlier entertainment. She had other motives for searching out obviously wealthy German officers, but she realized the importance of making the soldiers feel revered and manly and she was more than ready to grace them with her unwavering attention.
Rolf leaned over the table to eye Hauptfeldwebel Kronberg and he held up his index finger as he addressed his wingman, his voice low and gruff. "Erfreuen sich während Sie können, Kronberg. Es ist nicht dabei, für immer zu dauern. Haben Sie nicht trank überhaupt?" the man eyed the almost untouched bottle of beer standing in front of the man and Kronberg grasped it, as if he figured that his commanding officer was ordering him to drink. "Ich habe, Herr Hauptmann. Ich glaube, dass ich gerade ein langsamer Trinker bin," the other man answered sheepishly, taking a swig of his bottle as if in an effort to appease Rolf. The Hauptmann snorted. "Sie müssen lernen ein wenig, Kronberg leben. Wir sind in der Mitte eines Krieges und, wer weiß, vielleicht nächste Woche werden Sie tot sein!" Rolf arched an eyebrow and turned his gaze at the woman still holding on to his arm. "Sono sicuro che lei converrebbe, farebbe lei non? Dobbiamo vivere nel momento," Rolf's voice was now lower and huskier and a sly smirk appeared on his lips as the woman giggled and Kronberg only appeared confused, having no knowledge of the Italian language. "Certo. Lei ha avuto alcune idee specifiche su come... di vivere nel momento?" the woman purred in a practiced manner and Rolf laughed at her words, his eyes fixated on her voluptuous form. "Sono sicuro che possiamo pensare di qualcosa," Rolf rasped with a crooked smile, before eyeing Kronberg. "Ich habe etwas geschäftlich, um mich zu kümmern," the man announced, grabbing the peaked cap from the table as he got up, the Italian harlot continuously clinging on to him as she followed him. Kronberg only nodded, his expression taking on signs of boredom once Rolf had turned his back at him, escorting the woman towards the door.
The pair soon exited the two-storied building, the woman giggling and stumbling, although it was all part of her performance and Rolf eyed her more closely this time, considering her routine. He was only comfortably drunk and not too intoxicated to see through her flimsy act, practiced as it was. It was supposed to make him feel more relaxed and confident, but suddenly the mere notion of this made the man feel all the more irritated, although he still pretended that he was buying the act. The smile on his lips had quickly grown colder and more calculated and there was a dangerous glint in his eyes, but the woman was too busy with her careful posing to notice this. Rolf placed the peaked cap on his head as he pulled the woman with him towards the alley running next to the building, the sound of the woman's constant giggling echoing slightly from the walls. Rolf allowed the woman to have her fun, even though the sound of her laughter had become irritating and he only wished to make it stop. It wasn't until Rolf stopped abruptly and grasped the woman by her shoulder when she finally dropped her drunken act, delicate eyebrows curved with sudden confusion as she faced the slightly intoxicated Luftwaffe officer. "Oh, lei pensa che lei è così astuto, fa lei non?" the man growled dangerously and the woman released her hold of his arm, pursing her lips with sudden distaste and not appearing the least bit disoriented anymore. "Cosa vuoi dire?" the female snapped, raising her chin in defiance, trademark Italian ferocity now invading her brown almond-shaped eyes and Rolf snorted at her, the woman's audacity even further fueling his anger. "Sono sicuro che il suo piccolo atto stupido basta di convincere qualsiasi degli idioti ubriachi italiani là dentro, ma gli stessi trucchi non lavorerebbero mai su un uomo tedesco. Lei neanche ha qualunque idea di cui sono, la fa?" Rolf sneered, feeling satisfied when fear visited the girl's eyes briefly, even though she still stood tall and proud in front of him.
The female's painted lips distorted into a grimace of disgust as she eyed the German from head to toes, meeting his grey eyes once again. "Più probabile un idiota sbruffone," she spat the words at him and Rolf stared at her for a small, fleeting moment, as if he couldn't believe the words he was hearing. The man growled low in his throat, while the woman merely smiled at him, pleased of her own biting remark, but she soon yelped out loud when the Hauptmann's hand slapped her roughly in the face. The woman stumbled in her high-heeled shoes, trying to maintain her balance, but Rolf was there to assist her and he grasped her arm, only to shove her backwards. With a small shriek, the woman fell down on the sand and a wide, satisfied grin appeared on the Hauptmann's lips as he contemplated on just how to teach the stupid Italian wench the wrongness of her actions.
Translations:
"Erfreuen sich während Sie können, Kronberg. Es ist nicht dabei, für immer zu dauern. Haben Sie nicht trank überhaupt?"
"Better enjoy it now that you can, Kronberg. It's not going to last forever. Have you even drank anything at all?"
"Ich habe, Herr Hauptmann. Ich glaube, dass ich gerade ein langsamer Trinker bin."
"I have, Herr Hauptmann. I guess I'm just a slow drinker."
"Sie müssen lernen ein wenig, Kronberg leben. Wir sind in der Mitte eines Krieges und, wer weiß, vielleicht nächste Woche werden Sie tot sein!"
"You have to learn to live a little, Kronberg. We are in the middle of a war and, who knows, maybe next week you'll be dead!"
"Sono sicuro che lei converrebbe, farebbe lei non? Dobbiamo vivere nel momento."
"I'm sure you would agree, wouldn't you? We need to live in the moment."
"Certo. Lei ha avuto alcune idee specifiche su come... di vivere nel momento?"
"Of course. Did you have some specific ideas on how... to live in the moment?"
"Sono sicuro che possiamo pensare di qualcosa."
"I'm sure we can think of something,"
"Ich habe etwas geschäftlich, um mich zu kümmern."
"I have some business to attend to."
"Oh, lei pensa che lei è così astuto, fa lei non?"
"Oh, you think you are so crafty, don't you?"
"Cosa vuoi dire?"
"What do you mean?"
"Sono sicuro che il suo piccolo atto stupido basta di convincere qualsiasi degli idioti ubriachi italiani là dentro, ma gli stessi trucchi non lavorerebbero mai su un uomo tedesco. Lei neanche ha qualunque idea di cui sono, la fa?"
"I'm sure your stupid little act is enough to convince any of the drunken Italian idiots in there, but the same tricks would never work on a German man. You do not even have any idea of who I am, do you?"
"Più probabile un idiota sbruffone."
"Most likely a loud-mouthed idiot."
Current Time: 22:00, April 1941
Weather Conditions: A chilly Libyan night with no breeze in the air.
Various lights glittered through the windows of the nightly Benghazi, the Libyan city having been only recently liberated from its British and Australian occupiers and the Axis forces now had a firm hold of the city, while the troops kept pushing on towards Tobruk and the Egyptian border. The city had been through various occupations during its time and for the most recent time period, it had been under Italian rule, causing more than just little resentment among the local populace as some of them had been driven out of their homes, some even having suffered the misfortune of being confined into a concentration camp. The grudges of the populace were of little concern to the current Axis occupiers and any soldier enjoying a free night was out and about, enjoying the various exotic sights and forms of entertainment the city had to offer.
Rolf Jäger's fingers curled around the bottle of beer and he tilted his head back in an effort to drink down all of its the contents more effectively. He was wearing the blue uniform of the German Air Force, complete with a set of polished, black riding boots and a peaked cap that was now resting on the table. The commotion around him was nearly deafening, as the various German and Italian soldiers laughed, played cards, drank and burst into abrupt spouts of singing every once and a while. The cool night-time air and the opportunity for some drinking and entertainment had caused the soldiers to grow rather rowdy and even the proprietors of the establishment had their doubts over the stability of the situation. Hauptmann Jäger, now accompanied by a dark-haired Italian woman sitting on the seat next to him, slammed the empty bottle down on the table loudly and laughed hoarsely at his own rather enjoyable condition. The Luftwaffe officer's head was filled with a comfortable buzz and he flashed the young Italian female a crooked grin when the woman clung to his arm in hopes that the Hauptmann would pay for her drinks or decide to opt for some costlier entertainment. She had other motives for searching out obviously wealthy German officers, but she realized the importance of making the soldiers feel revered and manly and she was more than ready to grace them with her unwavering attention.
Rolf leaned over the table to eye Hauptfeldwebel Kronberg and he held up his index finger as he addressed his wingman, his voice low and gruff. "Erfreuen sich während Sie können, Kronberg. Es ist nicht dabei, für immer zu dauern. Haben Sie nicht trank überhaupt?" the man eyed the almost untouched bottle of beer standing in front of the man and Kronberg grasped it, as if he figured that his commanding officer was ordering him to drink. "Ich habe, Herr Hauptmann. Ich glaube, dass ich gerade ein langsamer Trinker bin," the other man answered sheepishly, taking a swig of his bottle as if in an effort to appease Rolf. The Hauptmann snorted. "Sie müssen lernen ein wenig, Kronberg leben. Wir sind in der Mitte eines Krieges und, wer weiß, vielleicht nächste Woche werden Sie tot sein!" Rolf arched an eyebrow and turned his gaze at the woman still holding on to his arm. "Sono sicuro che lei converrebbe, farebbe lei non? Dobbiamo vivere nel momento," Rolf's voice was now lower and huskier and a sly smirk appeared on his lips as the woman giggled and Kronberg only appeared confused, having no knowledge of the Italian language. "Certo. Lei ha avuto alcune idee specifiche su come... di vivere nel momento?" the woman purred in a practiced manner and Rolf laughed at her words, his eyes fixated on her voluptuous form. "Sono sicuro che possiamo pensare di qualcosa," Rolf rasped with a crooked smile, before eyeing Kronberg. "Ich habe etwas geschäftlich, um mich zu kümmern," the man announced, grabbing the peaked cap from the table as he got up, the Italian harlot continuously clinging on to him as she followed him. Kronberg only nodded, his expression taking on signs of boredom once Rolf had turned his back at him, escorting the woman towards the door.
The pair soon exited the two-storied building, the woman giggling and stumbling, although it was all part of her performance and Rolf eyed her more closely this time, considering her routine. He was only comfortably drunk and not too intoxicated to see through her flimsy act, practiced as it was. It was supposed to make him feel more relaxed and confident, but suddenly the mere notion of this made the man feel all the more irritated, although he still pretended that he was buying the act. The smile on his lips had quickly grown colder and more calculated and there was a dangerous glint in his eyes, but the woman was too busy with her careful posing to notice this. Rolf placed the peaked cap on his head as he pulled the woman with him towards the alley running next to the building, the sound of the woman's constant giggling echoing slightly from the walls. Rolf allowed the woman to have her fun, even though the sound of her laughter had become irritating and he only wished to make it stop. It wasn't until Rolf stopped abruptly and grasped the woman by her shoulder when she finally dropped her drunken act, delicate eyebrows curved with sudden confusion as she faced the slightly intoxicated Luftwaffe officer. "Oh, lei pensa che lei è così astuto, fa lei non?" the man growled dangerously and the woman released her hold of his arm, pursing her lips with sudden distaste and not appearing the least bit disoriented anymore. "Cosa vuoi dire?" the female snapped, raising her chin in defiance, trademark Italian ferocity now invading her brown almond-shaped eyes and Rolf snorted at her, the woman's audacity even further fueling his anger. "Sono sicuro che il suo piccolo atto stupido basta di convincere qualsiasi degli idioti ubriachi italiani là dentro, ma gli stessi trucchi non lavorerebbero mai su un uomo tedesco. Lei neanche ha qualunque idea di cui sono, la fa?" Rolf sneered, feeling satisfied when fear visited the girl's eyes briefly, even though she still stood tall and proud in front of him.
The female's painted lips distorted into a grimace of disgust as she eyed the German from head to toes, meeting his grey eyes once again. "Più probabile un idiota sbruffone," she spat the words at him and Rolf stared at her for a small, fleeting moment, as if he couldn't believe the words he was hearing. The man growled low in his throat, while the woman merely smiled at him, pleased of her own biting remark, but she soon yelped out loud when the Hauptmann's hand slapped her roughly in the face. The woman stumbled in her high-heeled shoes, trying to maintain her balance, but Rolf was there to assist her and he grasped her arm, only to shove her backwards. With a small shriek, the woman fell down on the sand and a wide, satisfied grin appeared on the Hauptmann's lips as he contemplated on just how to teach the stupid Italian wench the wrongness of her actions.
Translations:
"Erfreuen sich während Sie können, Kronberg. Es ist nicht dabei, für immer zu dauern. Haben Sie nicht trank überhaupt?"
"Better enjoy it now that you can, Kronberg. It's not going to last forever. Have you even drank anything at all?"
"Ich habe, Herr Hauptmann. Ich glaube, dass ich gerade ein langsamer Trinker bin."
"I have, Herr Hauptmann. I guess I'm just a slow drinker."
"Sie müssen lernen ein wenig, Kronberg leben. Wir sind in der Mitte eines Krieges und, wer weiß, vielleicht nächste Woche werden Sie tot sein!"
"You have to learn to live a little, Kronberg. We are in the middle of a war and, who knows, maybe next week you'll be dead!"
"Sono sicuro che lei converrebbe, farebbe lei non? Dobbiamo vivere nel momento."
"I'm sure you would agree, wouldn't you? We need to live in the moment."
"Certo. Lei ha avuto alcune idee specifiche su come... di vivere nel momento?"
"Of course. Did you have some specific ideas on how... to live in the moment?"
"Sono sicuro che possiamo pensare di qualcosa."
"I'm sure we can think of something,"
"Ich habe etwas geschäftlich, um mich zu kümmern."
"I have some business to attend to."
"Oh, lei pensa che lei è così astuto, fa lei non?"
"Oh, you think you are so crafty, don't you?"
"Cosa vuoi dire?"
"What do you mean?"
"Sono sicuro che il suo piccolo atto stupido basta di convincere qualsiasi degli idioti ubriachi italiani là dentro, ma gli stessi trucchi non lavorerebbero mai su un uomo tedesco. Lei neanche ha qualunque idea di cui sono, la fa?"
"I'm sure your stupid little act is enough to convince any of the drunken Italian idiots in there, but the same tricks would never work on a German man. You do not even have any idea of who I am, do you?"
"Più probabile un idiota sbruffone."
"Most likely a loud-mouthed idiot."
