Wilderness of Berlin [Erdmann]

[olivervontrapp]

Area: Berlin, Germany
Time: 16:00
Weather: Chilly

Boom, boom, boom! Oliver ran around the old graveyard near Herr Strumfelder's building. Bang! He was playing around with a couple of blond haired boys his age. His hand had shaped into a gun, along with the other boys that played. Bang! They were basically his three best friends. Daniel, Peter and Hans. As Oliver got shot in the back, he fell down, giving them sign that he's playfully declared dead. He got up a few minutes later finding his friends leaving. He slightly frowned. "He! Wo sind Sie das Kerl-Gehen?" Oliver declared. They all shrugged and disappeared in the misty fog. [Translations: Hey! Where are you guys going?]

Oliver began walking away too. "Verlierer.." He muttered underneath his breath and walked into the front yard. He sat down on a bench and swung his legs back and forth just like any normal bored child. He was always so hyper active though and he could not sit still for a few minutes. He had to do something an he just had to explore something. It was just too hard to sit still and do nothing for a bit.[Translation: Losers]

He thought about his good Finnish friend, Eero. He wondered he was at. Eero was actually Oliver's closest friend. He tried helping Eero find his parents and such. Did Eero find them yet? Oliver turned to look towards his left. He saw a few Nazi soldiers having a chat with each other. It was dreadfully boring and he just wished something would just pop out and surprise his little self. His friends were such ditches sometimes. Again, Eero was always his closest friend, even if his name was disliked by all Nazis.

On his journey throughout life, he also met a certain man named Ben Shirley. An African American soldier. He was dreadfully nice and the man let him stay with him for a while. Oliver was lost anyways and as he lived with the man, he learned more and more about him by the second. He was very interesting. He had also met a German soldier called Herr Wagner. Heinz Wagner to be precise. He was fairly cold and mean but he Oliver understood that the man was going through a lot of pain. Oliver just sat there in the middle of the big courtyard thinking, and occupying himself with some fun.

[Erdmann Hoesslein]

The clouds above the area covered the sun, preventing much of the sunlight to show across the lovely City known as Berlin. It was created by the Germans and it was a great place to live, for the Germans. They were currently at war, a world war that could change the future and decide the present as well as remind you of the past. It was not uncommon for most people to think about the future, about their fiances and about their children if they had any. The Children was what they say, "The Key to the Future". Depending on the children of the parents, they can bring shame to the family name or make them rich and highly respected.

Erdmann, the Medic of the Afrika Korps was sent on R&R for about a week in Berlin. He had deserved it, treating injuries left and right as well as commanding his own men efficiently and without any stupid mistakes. He was a hopeful Maiden on the battlefield, being able to prevent death by commanding his men away from danger at the same time of causing his enemy fatal casualties. He can also prevent death by skillfully treating your injuries and sending you home free. He was a man of rare qualities, qualities that can end you or help you in many ways.

He was walking down the stone side walk with a coat and a orange scarf with stripes wrapped around his neck. He had his hands covered in mittens and inside his coat pockets. He had a muscular build but nothing out of the ordinary. He looked at the Church that was beside him, and saw a boy defiling the sacred ground of many dead souls.

"Junger Mann! Kommen Sie dort heraus!" shouted Erdmann towards the boy.

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Translations :

Junger Mann! Kommen Sie dort heraus! = Young Man! Get out of there!

[olivervontrapp]

"Junger Mann! Kommen Sie dort heraus!"

Young Oliver Von Trapp's head shot up quite quickly, glancing around the place. His heart was pumping at each second as he had been quite startled. He had been lost in his thoughts, anyways. He glanced to see where the yell had come from, and unsurprisingly it had come from a certain man, not so far away, looking slightly furious. What did Oliver do? All he was doing was just sitting peacefully and thinking. His heart was slightly racing. He pushed himself off of the bench. He was determined to do as told, for he knew that if he did not, there would be a result of terrible, terrible punishments.

Oliver did as told and made his way out of the cemetery yard. He closed the dark and gory looking gate after him and stood near the man, gulping. "Schade, Herr." The young boy said, quite quietly, staring at the cold ground. Oliver sighed, breathing out the cold air that surrounded him. "Mein name ist Oliver, herr. Oliver Von Trapp." The boy thought he should introduce himself. It was plainly rude to just stand there and stare at the man with no words to be spoken at all. He had been taught better than that. [Translations: [1] Sorry, sir. [2] My name is Oliver, sir. Oliver Von Trapp.]

He glanced towards the old cemetery where he knew, there were dead people there. He hated dead people. He even hated thinking about them. It was all just so disgusting and unneeded. He pushed those thoughts away and focused on what was really important. The man. Who was this man anyways? He looked a bit scary to be exact. He turned away staring into the far distance up ahead. It was so empty. There was actually nobody in sight. Odd. Pretty odd, to be exact. He was to be home in about half an hour or so. He didn't feel like going home, there was much too much to explore anyways. The man was probably some other strict wehrmacht soldier. It was slightly unfair how some thought Oliver was no good for the future. Atleast Herr Strumfelder thinks Oliver's perfect for the future of Germany.

[Erdmann Hoesslein]

Erdmann was in a state of mixed feelings when he noticed the boy had responded quickly and then came towards him at a moderate speed that didn't signify anything out of the ordinary. But something was quite strange for Erdmann, and the problem was that the boy did not run. He was running, of course, but not away from Erdmann. It was common sense to run away when a random stranger was yelling at you to leave a sacred ground or any other place for that matter, but instead this boy came running towards Erdmann to possibly apologize. The boy was something different, something very interesting that intrigued Erdmann.

It looked like the boy had manners when he said he was sorry to Erdmann, and then stating his name. Oliver Von Trapp wasn't a odd name but either way, Erdmann had never met anyone with the last name "Von Trapp". He looked at the boy somemore and guessed his age was probably around 8 or 10. He had his face a bit dirty and his clothes seemed somewhat wrinkled. This was common for boys who had just finished playing a few rough housing games but Erdmann paid no attention to it.

"You seem to have your face dirty, Oliver. Let me clean that up," said Erdmann before he went on one knee, his left knee, and then looked inside his coat for his Medical Bag. He took out a clean dresser and then his canteen that was on his belt, he poured a bit of water on the dresser and started to wipe Oliver's face. Once he finished he put his hand on Olivers head and ruffled up his hair like any other playful father.

"Looks like you have discipline young man, Lets go get a bite to eat," suggested Erdmann before leaving the scene and walking slowly towads the store, making sure Oliver was following.

OOC: Erdmann is speaking German but I don't want to do Translations

[olivervontrapp]

He noticed how the man looked at Oliver with such interest. Maybe Oliver was slightly interesting, but he didn't quite think so. He was just like any other Aryan youth boy. Determined and well disciplined. He watched the man's movements with his blue eyes. The man seemed quite interesting enough anyways. Just like any other normal Nazi he had met on his journey. He noticed how the man eyed Oliver's self. He knew he looked dirty. He hated being dirty, it was just so uncomfortable. Especially in public, he hated humiliating himself. His mother had taught him to stay clean. Although, his mother wasn't here now, was she? It was good she wasn't here. He hated her with disgust. She deserved to be taken away by the soldiers.

He noticed how the man had told him that he looked dirty. Oliver nodded. "Ja, ich kenne Herrn," He noticed how the man took out some weird thing and started dabbing at his face. Oliver's heart raced within beats. The rays of sunlight lightly shown upon his body. As he dabbed at his face, he slightly remembered his own father. He felt a lump in throat at that single moment in time. He kept his eyes still on the man's eyes as he dabbed. As he finally had finished, Oliver noticed how he had got up and kept his stare on little Oliver. [Translations: Yes, I know sir.]

As the man ruffled Oliver's hair. Oliver felt a hit of warmth hit him. He noticed how he felt so son like. The man reminded him of his father. Oliver slightly smiled. It had been a while since he had been treated like this. A lot of men called him "Little man". He hated it when people called him that. He hated it with pure hatred. Instead, the man called him "Young man", which made Oliver feel better about himself. When the man gestured that Oliver should follow, Oliver quickly nodded and followed him into the nearby store which was oddly placed near the great cathedral.

[Erdmann Hoesslein]

The boy seemed very calm and followed Erdmann without any doubt in him. Erdmann thought he had parents, but the boys reaction to follow and co-operate with him at a good place to eat was somewhat confusing to Erdmann. The boy had no parents? Did he have a hidden weapon so that if Erdmann tried something he would be prepared? Did he have buddies who would try and attack Erdmann at once? The last thought was quite impossible and Erdmann just assumed the boy was a Orphan who lived on his own rules.

They entered the store that had some few people eating there, some of the best fast food and ice cream there was. Erdmann shuffled his coat before entering to take off some of the snow, and then walked towards the counter with Oliver Von Trapp by his side. Erdmann's eyes was focused on the menu and before ordering he asked, "What would you like to eat Oliver? Pick anything you like," suggested Erdmann as he ordered a quick coffee.

A woman in a apron came with a tray that had a very nice looking cup on top of it, with black coffee and caffeine inside. It was a refreshing drink to get some energy going, and Erdmann just drank it slowly to make the flavor last.

[olivervontrapp]

As Oliver followed, he studied the expression on the man's face. Heck, he didn't even know his name yet. He wasn't planning to anyways. He just kept quiet and did as gestured or told like a good little Aryan boy. He needed no punishments or insults, or even worse, being told off at the moment. He wondered what the man was thinking. He could tell he was thinking of something due to the expression on his face. He bit the bottom of his lip as he continued to follow the man into the store. He sighed and sat down next to the man at the counter. Oliver usually came here with his friends but usually never ordered anything. He didn't trust the people here. Heck, Oliver barely trusted anyone these days.

"What would you like to eat Oliver? Pick anything you like,"

Oliver quickly shook his head. "Kein Danke, Herr. Ich habe sehr Hunger nicht," He noted. Anyways, ich muss zurück nachhause in einer halben Stunde kommen oder so. Herr Strumfelder hat einen sehr niedrigen Charakter, wenn es zur Langsamkeit kommt," He finished off his little speech. He noticed how one of the waitresses gave him a look when he said the name Strumfelder. A few people knew him, he guessed. But why did they always give him the look? Should he not mention the man's name so they would happy with what they had at the moment. [Translations: [1] No thank you, sir. I'm not very hungry. [2] Anyways, I've got to get back home in half an hour or so. Herr Strumfelder has a very low temper when it comes to tardiness]

He noticed how the man had ordered coffee and got it. His teachers used to tell him the caffeine wasn't good for him and that he should never drink it. Oliver never knew why it wasn't good for him and he wasn't planning to either. Maybe it was just the substances in the actually caffeine that made people go insane. He slightly didn't care, at least. He focused on other important thoughts. Thoughts that did good for the future and not thoughts that were meaningless and nothing to humanity and it's race. He glanced down at his own side of the table. Berlin wasn't that bad, at least he thought it wasn't.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

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