New Energy [Adelheid]

[olivervontrapp]

Area: Berlin, Germany
Time: 13:41
Weather: Chilly, although there's a sun shining bright.

Oliver was given permission to go out that following day. A big smile ran across his face as he stepped out on his front porch that morning. The sun was shining and nothing could ruin his day today. He glanced around the area, it seemed rather peaceful that morning. He walked down his front steps and onto the damp sidewalk that led him through the city. He loved the city because he could explore areas that needed to be explored.

He glanced at his mother, Eden. She was sweeping the dust off the front porch. His father was quite a busy man. He was off working with the army. The Nazis. Even the word 'Nazi' ran chills down Oli's spine. It wasn't normal, he knew that. "Auf Weidersehen, mutter!" Eden just smiled down at her son and then continued to sweep the front porch. [Translations : Goodbye mother!]

Oliver ran down the streets pretending to be an army like aeroplane. He was quite energetic that morning. Just like any morning, actually. He loved being energetic. It was one of his pet peeves. Oliver Von Trapp never sat down. He began muttering the engine sound of the aeroplane as he swam down the streets almost knocking down an officer.

As he ran down the streets of Berlin, he began slowing down. He stopped running and came to a halt. He began huffing for breath. That was an interesting run, Oliver thought. He leaned himself upon a wall and began watching the people walk past him. His brown hair was in a mess, although, he couldn't care less.

[Heidi]

Notes:

Apfelstrudel = Apple strudel

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Adelheid quietly sat on the steps of some office building or another, black hair once more in a ponytail, quietly watching children and adults alike pass by. In her lap, a still-warm piece of apfelstrudel sat, a small piece having been torn off of at the end and nibbled on. Warily, she eyed anything in the crowds that looked like a soldier; she wasn't supposed to be by herself that weekend. Ever since the incident with Herr Wolfram, Doctor Strumfelder had been very strict about her time out of the penthouse, and she wouldn't be allowed to go out by herself for a while. Instead, Adelheid would have one of Doctor Strumfelder's colleagues as an escort, and would be brought back when her hour out was up.

After ten minutes into the outing, though, the girl had bolted when her escort had been sorting out something at a post office. Once she had snuck out of the building, she had ran, her legs moving as fast they could. To make sure she wasn't easily found, Adelheid had taken every random twist and turn she could, soon becoming lost in the sprawling streets of Berlin. It was most likely that it would take the young German a while to find her way home, but she still had thirty-five minutes of her hour left. And, Doctor Strumfelder would only call the police if she was more then ten minutes late.

Tired of watching for Doctor Strumfelder's friend in the crowds, Adelheid took her strudel and wrapped it up, then stood. There were some woods beyond the office building she could probably hide in, and if she was lucky, her Rhys-angel might show up again. Adelheid missed her father's angel; when she was still wandering around, he had been her best friend. Now, he didn't seem to be anywhere anymore, except for that time Adelheid had met Herr Wolfram while following the angel. She doubted he would, though, especially with her luck as of late.

Walking towards the trees, keeping her head low, Adelheid vanished out of sight within seconds. Crawling through the bushes, she stepped carefully and lightly, trying not to drop her apfelstrudel and make too much noise. Finally, she came to a small clearing, a twisting tree rising up above her, the sun peeking through the masses of dull yellowish leaves. A small smile on her face, the child walked forward, and bent down to examine the ground. It wasn't too wet, and was only a little bit squishy in some parts - Adelheid wouldn't get too dirty by sitting down.

With a quiet, content sigh, and a final glance over her shoulder, she placed herself on the ground, her back supported by the tree's trunk. The apfelstrudel was unwrapped again, and the girl nibbled on it, relaxing slightly now that she was more concealed.

[olivervontrapp]

As Oliver watched the streets, he could've sworn a gush of wind had just hit him and a dash of lightning had just ran past him. He glanced around. There was nothing. He wanted to explore, for he loved exploring. He ran, trying to follow the lightning's trail as fast as he could. Pretending to be an aeroplane again and muttering the engine sound to help him run faster. As he ran, he stopped himself, slowly staring into the forest. It seemed that the lightning had run through the forest.

He had never been into the forest. His mother had forbid him to do such a thing. She said it leaded to a very bad place called a Concentration Camp. She said with was the bad side of Berlin and that he should never dare look in there. Oliver had been to camp before, it was quite fun actually. Why was a Concentration Camp bad? Wasn't it supposed to be good? He wanted to explore more!

He began making his way through the long trees and bushes. He always thought that trees reached the sky. Some said it was just a myth and that he shouldn't think such nonsense. Oliver couldn't care less. He continued to make his way through the woodland until he stopped again. He noticed a girl leaning upon a tree. He could've felt his pupils dilate as he stared at her. She looked as if she were the same age as him. Oliver wanted to move closer and explore the creature more.

All of a sudden, he moved closer, not bothering to invite himself, he sat down on the ground next to her. He kept his gaze on her. He wondered if she spoke the same language as him. He attempted to explore as he spoke - "Hei, Oliver Von Trapp meines Namens, was ist Ihrig?" He kept a calm tone of voice, trying his best not to startle or scare her. [Translations: Hey, my name's Oliver Von Trapp, what's yours?]

[Heidi]

His voice was not welcoming to her, but terrifying. She jumped with a squeal, black eyes wide as an owl's when her head snapped around to look at the newcomer. Stumbling over her own feet and the bottom of her dirndl, Adelheid tore toward the nearby foliage, heart pounding. Twigs snapped and leaves rustled as she moved through the bushes, scared that one of the mean Hitler Youth boys had been sent to find her. They would go straight to Doctor Strumfelder with her, for sure!

After several minutes of running to...well...wherever, Adelheid yelped, falling forward as one foot hit something. Her apfelstrudel went flying into the bushes, where it would be lost until some hungry animal found it. Branches were snagged by her hair, and there was a slight sting as several strands were plucked out on the way down. A thorny twig whipped across the left side of her face, leaving a few scratches as she landed with a loud crunch!

Silence followed. And then, a sniffle.

A sob.

Two sobs.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Out of nowhere, Adelheid began bawling like a baby, tears streaming down her face. She pulled herself up into a sitting position, hugging her knees tightly. She couldn't figure out why she was crying, though; Adelheid hardly ever cried over such things. When she was younger, she was one of the orphans who rarely cried when they stumbled - she always got up again and continued on her way. But things had been more different then, and she had been more neutral, more stone-faced. The nuns had always been there to show her what was right and wrong, and not confuse her or get mad at her for no reason.

She hated Doctor Strumfelder. She wanted her Rhys-angel. Her Rhys-angel never made her scared of everything, or hit her, or shot innocent people, or called her names, or tried to make her a Nazi, or...or...or....

[olivervontrapp]

Oh well, would you look at that? He did startle her. Great job Oliver! He commented on his actions quite sarcastically. He kept his gaze on her as she began to run away through the bushes. Why was she so scared of him? What did she think he was? Some kind of axe murderer? A new set of rhetorical questions ran through his mind at that single moment in time. "Uhm-" He muttered as she disappeared. Hey! He didn't even touch her! Why'd she run away?

He decided to follow her. Yes, he knew it meant that he would go deeper into the forest and that he was more than likely going to get lost. But honestly, who did care - except for his family his friends. It wasn't like somebody was going to come and look for him anyways. So therefore, he got up from his spot and began following the girl's trail. He thought he would explore more and find new things. New discoveries. She seemed like an interesting girl and it wouldn't hurt to have a girl as a friend, would it?

As he began moving through the bushes, trying his best to follow the girl's trail, he couldn't help but stare at the girl. There she was. The girl. She was crying, curled up into a ball like a little baby. She was crying. Why? God only knows. She might have fallen - Oliver thought. Although, Oliver Von Trapp never cried when he fell. It was just him.

"Entschuldigen Sie mich, Fräulein. Aber wie ist Ihr Name?" Oliver decided to try again, approaching her, sitting next to her. "Gruben Oliver Von Trapp." He moved a bit closer, but not too close. He didn't want to scare her again. [Translations: [1] Excuse me miss. But what is your name? [2] Mines Oliver Von Trapp.]

Wow, she was quite beautiful. Now, Oliver was one of those boys that found some girls icky and disgusting. But she seemed quite decent. "Ihr sehr hübsches." He said in the calmest little voice he could create.[Translations : Your very pretty.]

[Heidi]

Translations:

...Wirklich? = ...Really?

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"Entschuldigen Sie mich, Fräulein. Aber wie ist Ihr Name?"

As soon as the boy's voice came again, Adelheid pulled away with a tiny yelp, looking at him with red, fearful, watery eyes. She sniffled, and held both arms to her chest protectively, seemingly shrinking where she sat. The boy who had scared her looked to be her age - Doctor Strumfelder was probably trying to be sneaky. She hated him, him and how mean he could be, and how he liked to trick people, like he had tried to trick her in the hospital. Oh, but she wouldn't fall for him! She wouldn't!

He sat there for a few moments, saying nothing. Adelheid hadn't caught his name when he introduced himself; she had been more preoccupied with moving away from him than speaking to him. Adelheid was trembling, wanting to flee, but couldn't find it in her to do so. All she wanted to do was sit and cry - she hadn't allowed herself to do so in front of Doctor Strumfelder. He loved hurting people and seeing other people hurting. Even though she had been barely conscious that moment he had shot her, she had managed to glimpse the sick smile on his face as he pulled the trigger.

Her head turned away from the boy, followed by her body. The child's sobs quieted, and she further curled up into a ball. She could feel herself slipping into that neutral state she had - that one, mostly-reactionless mask she put on when everything was too hard. It always helped make things better, and Adelheid could remember when Doctor Strumfelder had gotten so frustrated with her for it. That temper tantrum of his was one of the few times Adelheid had managed to get back at him, to be better at then him, and it proved a stony face was her greatest defense.

"Ihr sehr hübsches."

These words caught her off guard. Her head immediately lifted, and she turned her head, blinking incredulously. Did he just call her...pretty? Since when did anyone call her that?

With a quiet sniffle, Adelheid said, in a barely-audible squeak, "...Wirklich?"

[olivervontrapp]

"...Wirklich?"

Did she really think she wasn't pretty? Why, she was the prettiest girl he had ever met. All the other girls were either blonde with blue eyes. He hated those girls. They thought too much of themselves. They were stuck up and Oliver hated that. He didn't have many friends in his life time. Only a few. He moved closer toward the girl and nodded thoroughly. All of his friends were jerks. He wasn't a jerk, no, he was just an ordinary boy living on the streets of Berlin dreaming of becoming an explorer when he grew older.

"Tun Sie will mit mir spielen? Flugzeuge und Militär?" He thought he would try at least. It wouldn't hurt. He wanted to know her more. He got up. "Herankommen!" He said cheerfully pulling out a hand for her. [Translations : [1] Do you wanna play with me? Aeroplanes and military? [2] Come on!]

He stood away, waiting for her response.

[Heidi]

Translations:

Soldaten sind nicht sehr nett. = Soldiers are not very nice.

Ich will nicht das spielen. Aber bedanken Sie sich bei Ihnen.... Ich mag spielend...Ich mag gerade diese Art des Spiels nicht. Es tut mir leid, dass. = I don't want to play that. But...thank you. I like playing...I just don't like that kind of game. I'm sorry.

Wir konnten... etwas anderes obwohl spielen. = We could...play something else though.

Wenn Sie wirklich sind, wer Sie sagen, dass Sie sind. = If you're really who you say you are.

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Adelheid was spellbound by the boy's energy. Unlike all the other little German boys she had seen, he didn't seem...Nazi-ish. In fact, there was a twinkle in his eye that was warm and inviting, and he seemed to be quite energetic. He reminded the orphan of many of the little boys back at the orphanage, the ones that liked to chase each other around and pretend to be soldiers.

The girl suddenly shuddered. Soldiers. She didn't like them. Not-Nazi soldiers had chased her away, and the Nazi ones only seemed to hurt people and her. When she was still at the orphanage, Adelheid had played soldier games a few times, but didn't want to do so now. She wanted to not think about the soldiers, much less pretend to be them. The boy was polite enough to offer to play, though...so what could she do?

Biting her lip for a moment, Adelheid sniffed again, then rubbed at her sticky eyes. "Soldaten sind nicht sehr nett," said the child. "Ich will nicht das spielen. Aber bedanken Sie sich bei Ihnen.... Ich mag spielend...Ich mag gerade diese Art des Spiels nicht. Es tut mir leid, dass."

Adelheid then slowly rose to her feet, warily taking a step back. Although the boy had gained some of her trust, she was still feeling distrustful. There had just been too many people in the recent months that had done nothing but hurt her. How could she allow herself to be hurt another time? She couldn't, that's what! She wouldn't let this little boy hurt her, just like the Not-Nazis, Herr Jonas and Doctor Strumfelder had!

"Wir konnten...etwas anderes obwohl spielen," said the child, adding in her head, Wenn Sie wirklich sind, wer Sie sagen, dass Sie sind.

[olivervontrapp]

"Soldaten sind nicht sehr nett,"

He wasn't surprised. He knew that soldiers weren't nice - although, why did he pretend to be a soldier if he knew it wasn't good? He never knew. He just liked it. He glanced towards his right. Thoughts of his father kept popping into Oliver's head. His cruel, bastard-like father that was a true Nazi. He glanced back at the girl, keeping his gaze on her. She was so..so...what was that word he was looking for? Ah right. Innocent. All the other girls were tough, blond haired and blue eyed and always had the passion to fight for their fatherland no matter what happened. Oliver didn't like girls who joined the military. He thought the military was only for boys and not for the opposite sex. "Ja, ja. Ich weiß." He replied with a clear yet calm tone of voice. [Translations: Yes, yes. I know]

He noticed how she rose to her feet and kept a few inches away from him. What was he? Some sort of germ? Yes, sure he was a boy and many young boys and girls at his age believed in cuties. But was she really that horrified? It wasn't as if he were a Nazi or something. He was just a young ordinary boy.

"Wir konnten...etwas anderes obwohl spielen,"

He nodded. "Ja, sicher." He picked up a flower. He kept his gaze on it. "Will Spiel greifen? Ich gegen Sie?" He approached her putting the edelweiss flower in her hands, smiling. But then he took a few steps back, awaiting for her answer. [Translations: [1] Yeah, sure. [2] Wanna play catch? Me versus you?]

Edelweiss: Alpine flower with white petals.

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod Post

CP:
Addie: 6CP

Oliver: 5CP


~Dan