Post by Heidi on Mar 8, 2009 4:20:00 GMT
Country: Germany
Current Time: 18:48
Weather Conditions: Warm, slightly humid, a faint breeze in the evening. A good, clear, summery night.
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It had been nearly a week since the shooting. Doctor Strumfelder was somewhere in a hospital, the wound in his chest being stitched up by other doctors, and down for the count for the time being. Suspicion surrounded his "attacker", whom many were now saying was an Allied spy. The child had been moved from the hospital while she had been unconscious, placed in a cell while her fate was debated by the Nazis. Many were calling for her to be shot, just in case she was with the Allies, but no final decision had made.
Adelheid was unaware of this. She had fazed in and out of a stupor ever since waking up, wrapping herself in the thin sheets of the small, hard bed within the cell. Every meal handed to her went untouched, left on the floor to grow cold and collect dust. Turned away from the cell door, Adelheid would just lay there, only reacting to pain, thirst, and the need to relieve oneself. She was gradually weakening, her body now turning upon her for sustenance in lieu of food; every movement she made was slightly painful as a result. It didn't matter, though, seeing as how she only shifted her weight on occasion, and only to get the pressure off of a certain area of her body. Standing for a few minutes made her feel light-headed, and when she crawled back into bed, it was easy to fall asleep afterwards.
Rhys had visited her here and there. He had not spoken since the shooting, and he just stood by Adelheid, watching over her with sad eyes. Adelheid paid him little attention - he was there, but apparently, her Rhys-angel couldn't do a thing. She appreciated his company, though, and whenever he winked out of existence, Adelheid felt a sense of loneliness stir within her. The stupor would then take over again, though, and the world would be far away and foreign again, the German girl remaining silent in her cocoon of fabric.
One particular evening, Adelheid had been resting when she heard the door to the cells open. Adelheid had lost all track of time, but when someone came to the cells, it was usually either to feed or get a response out of her. Unlike those other times, however, the footsteps were quick and light, the footfalls unlike the heavier version the Nazi men used. Still, she didn't react much, waiting for whoever was there to just come and fetch her untouched food.
Current Time: 18:48
Weather Conditions: Warm, slightly humid, a faint breeze in the evening. A good, clear, summery night.
+++++++++++++++++++++
It had been nearly a week since the shooting. Doctor Strumfelder was somewhere in a hospital, the wound in his chest being stitched up by other doctors, and down for the count for the time being. Suspicion surrounded his "attacker", whom many were now saying was an Allied spy. The child had been moved from the hospital while she had been unconscious, placed in a cell while her fate was debated by the Nazis. Many were calling for her to be shot, just in case she was with the Allies, but no final decision had made.
Adelheid was unaware of this. She had fazed in and out of a stupor ever since waking up, wrapping herself in the thin sheets of the small, hard bed within the cell. Every meal handed to her went untouched, left on the floor to grow cold and collect dust. Turned away from the cell door, Adelheid would just lay there, only reacting to pain, thirst, and the need to relieve oneself. She was gradually weakening, her body now turning upon her for sustenance in lieu of food; every movement she made was slightly painful as a result. It didn't matter, though, seeing as how she only shifted her weight on occasion, and only to get the pressure off of a certain area of her body. Standing for a few minutes made her feel light-headed, and when she crawled back into bed, it was easy to fall asleep afterwards.
Rhys had visited her here and there. He had not spoken since the shooting, and he just stood by Adelheid, watching over her with sad eyes. Adelheid paid him little attention - he was there, but apparently, her Rhys-angel couldn't do a thing. She appreciated his company, though, and whenever he winked out of existence, Adelheid felt a sense of loneliness stir within her. The stupor would then take over again, though, and the world would be far away and foreign again, the German girl remaining silent in her cocoon of fabric.
One particular evening, Adelheid had been resting when she heard the door to the cells open. Adelheid had lost all track of time, but when someone came to the cells, it was usually either to feed or get a response out of her. Unlike those other times, however, the footsteps were quick and light, the footfalls unlike the heavier version the Nazi men used. Still, she didn't react much, waiting for whoever was there to just come and fetch her untouched food.