Traction le Long des Traîneaux [Open]

[Vivienne Rousseau]

OOC - Title translated from French: "Pulling Along Sledges". Yes, I realize this is my second thread with a French name.

Country: Germany
Area/Setting:
A small area under construction, with construction equipment and materials everywhere. Labourers work hard in the cold, and a few buildings are already up, but still incomplete. Nearby tents show where the Nazi soldiers overseeing the project are staying. Nearby are open fields filled with snow and the occassional tree.

Current Time: 10:38
Weather Conditions: Light, powdery, ankle-deep snow on the ground, most of it removed from the main construction area. The temperature is now degrees Celsius below freezing, and a sharp, cold wind sometimes blows past, bringing the mercury down four more degrees. The sky is overcast.

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Vivienne grunted slightly as she took another step forward, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and trickling down her face. The harness dug into her shoulders, rubbing against her sorely and wearing down the cloth of her prisoner's uniform. Behind her, a wooden sledge scraped across the snowy ground, bag upon bag of gravel from a local quarry piled on top it. The load weighed a good one-hundred-and-twenty pounds, but Vivienne could carry her own body weight, which was a solid one-hundred-and-seventy-seven. However, could see from looking at her sides she was somewhat underweight, and thus, not as strong as she once was. That didn't stop her from carrying the heavy loads the Nazis burdened her with, though.

Despite the icy cold of the January air, Vivienne was warm, and the occassional gust of cold wind sent a shiver down her spine. She had been removed from her cell early in the morn, and for five hours, had been the pack mule of the construction area. Six guards had been assigned to her side - three on the left, three on the right - to make sure she didn't...disturb anything. Vivienne was known for being unruly, beating around and even killing Nazi soldiers, her value as a labourer the only reason she hadn't been shot yet. The higher-ranking members of the German military were less then willing to give up a giant who could lift and pull almost two hundred pounds, and they had said such to her. Most of the time, it had been an attempt to get her to work more willingly with the Germans.

"Heben Sie den Durchhang, Rousseau auf!" barked a German to her right, reversing his rifle and smacking it lightly against that side of Vivienne's thinning body. The giantess growled in return, giving him a look for his snappiness, but obeyed nonetheless. As much as she hated Hitler's men, she couldn't cause trouble all the time. There had been talk of her being handed over to the SS-Ahnenerbe when she was no longer wanted as a labourer, and if that happened, Vivienne would never escape. The SS-Ahnenerbe was known for its cruelty to prisoners - after all, they were the medical and experimental part of the Nazi forces, and they needed fodder for their new medicines and practices. Such acts were enough to make the Frenchwoman's skin crawl, and she had no desire to join the poor souls already in the Ahnenerbe's hands.

"HALT!" barked another Nazi, causing the giantess to stop abruptly in her tracks. One of her guards motioned for another Nazi to bring some labourers over, and those labourers began to unload the sledge. Vivienne waited patiently, catching her breath and waiting for the soreness in her back, arms and shoulders to subside, breathing heavily. Her chest felt a little sore from slight over-exertion, but thankfully, her temperamental heart was being good that morning.


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Translations:

Pick it up, Rousseau!

STOP!

[∬: Felix Odegaard]

OOC: Yes, I was bored ;D

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The gentle snow fell lightly, landing soundlessly on the ground and blanketing Felix's helmet and shoulders. The Norwegian brushed a snowflake from his eyebrow with the back of his wool-gloved hand. This was a pleasent snow, Felix thought, not like the fierce blizzards that plauged Russia.

"Come on, Schwächling!" Felix shouted at one of the workers piling bags onto the sledge, thumping his rifle butt into the man's ribs, he groaned in return. Nothing like the Giant Frenchwoman's growl.

Felix had been stationed away from the front, in a small city of Germany. In several days, Felix would travel to Poland in several days to guard a locomotive transporting some prisoners to God knows where. But for now, he was stuck at this site, yelling at prisoners for not carrying enough.

As the prisoners loaded the last bag on the sledge, Felix clubbed the relaxing Frenchwoman in the back. "Holen Sie sich bewegen!" Not waiting for the laboror to reply, Felix shrank back into the Guards on the left.

Felix had heard about the Giantess just yesterday, and it seemed to be just a myth. But then he saw her. She was massive, with long strands of brown hair and tattered uniform. She was truly a thing of myth. She inspired fear in many of the new recruits, but Felix swallowed his fears and treated her like any other prisoner.

"Weitergehen!" Felix shouted, his blue eyes burning with annoyence.


TRANSLATION

Come on, Weakling!

Start moving!

Keep moving!

[Vivienne Rousseau]

Vivienne grunted as the hard butt of a rifle rammed into her back, causing a sore sensation where it. It was as irritating as a whip would be upon a horse, and she began to move forward again, the harness digging into her flesh again. She moved with more speed now, the weight of the sledge considerably lessened, but it was not enough for the Nazi that had hit her. He shouted for her to keep moving, and Vivienne did so, but not before she sent a deep growl his way.

Within a few minutes, the giantess was guided over to several piles of neatly-stacked timber. One of her guards barked in German for the labourers to begin loading, and they did so, a good one-hundred-and-ten pounds of wood piled onto the sledge. Vivienne waited patiently again, panting slightly as she felt her heart flutter. Her heart was beginning to act up again...but the Nazis simply had orders to beat her senseless if she fell, and to continue doing so until she rose again. Vivienne's skin had toughened over time from these beatings and her workloads, but it still hurt considerably. The Frenchwoman wouldn't show that to these men, though - they might think her weak for doing so.

"ROUSSEAU!"

Another rifle butt slammed into her, one from the left this time. She had begun to stare off into space without noticing it, and to some, it would appear as if she was about to fall asleep. The guard then barked, "Unterhalt wach, Sie französisches Weibchen! Wir haben nicht den ganzen Tag -"

The Nazi was cut off as Vivienne leaned over, her lips curling back to reveal teeth in dire need of cleaning. Like an animal, she clamped down on the nose of the German soldier, drawing blood and causing him to cry out. Several rifle butts rammed hard into her sides, legs and back, and Vivienne quickly moved back, smirking victoriously at the heated glares she was getting.

"Ce qui? Vous avez dit que j'étais une chienne."

For a moment, the Nazis just glared at her, then quickly gained their composure and ordered her to move again. Vivienne did so, pulling the sledge along as quickly as she could, eyes focused on the world in front of her. She made a neutral face as the Nazis muttered darkly amongst themselves, but nearly laughed when the bitten soldier asked another quietly, "...Denken Sie dieses erhalten angesteckt?"


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Translations:

ROUSSEAU! Keep awake, you French bitch! We don't have all day -

What? You said I was a bitch.

...Do you think this will get infected?

[∬: Felix Odegaard]

"...Denken Sie dieses erhalten angesteckt?" Felix hit the private over the head with his gloved hand and replied "Nein Narr! Sie ist keine tollwütigen Tier! Nur eine riesige französische Riesin!" Shaking his head at the privates stupidity, Felix dug into the canvas breadbag that hung on his belt. Pulling out a roll of the standerd issue bandages, he tossed the white guaze to the private.

Felix decided he had to approach the beast that had attacked his soldier. Felix wouldn't let it be so a Giant Frenchwoman could attack his men and get away with it. "Du! Sie glauben, Sie können mein Mann und Angriff nur weg damit!

The annoyence in his blue eyes turned to rage, and his mouth curled into a ugly scowl. If he got the chance, Felix would execute the Frenchwoman on the spot. But no, she was "too valuable to the war effort". An oxen could do better then this monster, and not attack soldiers of the Reich too!

"Wenn es nach mir, würde ich töten Sie mit der rechten waren Sie stehen! Ihr Mut wäre splattered alle über diese verdammten Schnee! Ich werde Sie nicht angreifen meine Männer!" Quickly after shouting the harsh words, Felix raised his Rifle and flicked off the safe, just in case the Frenchwoman was going to attack again.

TRANSLATION

No fool! She isn't some rabid animal! Just a stupid French giant!

You! You think you can get away with attacking my men?

If it were up to me, I would have you executed on the spot! I would love the sight of your filthy guts splattered on the snow! Prisoners do NOT attack soldiers!

[Niamh Dunlevy]

The giantess raised her eyebrows as a Nazi stood before her, looking quite angrily up into Vivienne's near-useless eyes. Despite looking slightly like a splotch in the snow, the Frenchwoman could see that the SS-Rottenführer was turning red in the neck and face, signaling his fury. She had never seen him before, and he had most likely never seen her; thus, he would probably assume Vivienne was just another unruly prisoner.

"Du! Sie glauben, Sie können mein Mann und Angriff nur weg damit?!" the Nazi yelled at her. The woman's eyebrows rose higher as she halted, giving him a slightly disbelieving look. "Wenn es nach mir, würde ich töten Sie mit der rechten waren Sie stehen! Ihr Mut wäre splattered alle über diese verdammten Schnee! Ich werde Sie nicht angreifen meine Männer!"

Nervously, the soldiers glanced at the SS-Rottenführer, then at Vivienne, and then back at the SS-Rottenführer, Vivienne remained silent, a neutral expression on her face. However, she then yawned, patting her mouth a couple of times with a huge hand, then sighing contentedly and shifting her weight.

"Sie getan?" the giantess asked boredly. "Ihre Geschimpfen, stören mich, dass sie tun. Gehen Sie bitte weg."

Once more, the Nazis looked nervously amongst themselves. The Norwegian was known for being brutal - it was one of the reasons why he belonged so well with the SS forces. His gun's safety was off, and he looked ready to blow at any moment. It made them nervous to think of how the Rousseau woman would react if the SS-Rottenführer charged at her.... If they were right, it would most definitely not end well.

"Brunnen?" Vivienne asked, a bit more sharply this time. "Sie ziehen aus Weise oder mir heraus zuerst um? Oder sind Sie, Boche Mann dumm?"



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Translations:

You done? Your rants, annoy me they do. Please go away.

Well? You move out of way, or me first? Or are you stupid, Boche man?


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OOC: Forgot to log out of account. @_@

[∬: Felix Odegaard]

The Norwegian widened his stance, his jackboots digging into the fresh snow. Felix was prepared to take the Giantess down if she so much as took a step at the corporal. The privates talked in hushed tones, muttering and glancing at Felix and Russeau.

"Nein, es ist derjenige, der ist dumm, Beleidigung ein Mann in Deutschland, während das Tragen eines einheitlichen Gefängnis! Diese Schweine in diesen Lagern ..." Felix spat the words out quickly, his Nordic accent clearly showing through. Spittle flew from his rapidly moving lips. After he managed to squeezed the words out, he quickly clenched his jaw, his teeth gritting, and raised his rifle to his eye.

Training the sight on the Frenchwoman, the corporal kept his gloved finger just inches from the trigger, and a sheathed bayonet hang on his belt. Death would come to this prisoner if she dared to try to take his.

TRANSLATION

No, you are the one who is stupid, insulting a man of Germany, while wearing a prison uniform! Such pigs reside in these camps...

[Vivienne Rousseau]

Vivienne was not impressed, rolling her eyes to show such. The people in the camps only lived like pigs; the real pigs here were the Germans, the Nazi filth, the ones who believed to be gods. He who stood before her was a pathetic little wretch, only made dangerous by the gun he held. If it was just him and her, she would have seized his neck by now and snapped it. What a fool.

Straightening out her back, standing upright like a bear on its hind legs, Vivienne smirked as the Nazis backed up slightly. She, to them, was myth made real, a giant right out of a fairy tale their mothers had told them at night. Mind one, Vivienne knew she was no real giantess - people of great height were something that happened from time to time - but the Nazis didn't. So, she shook her head like a lion, smiling hungrily at Felix with the same twinkle in her eyes. Her tongue went across her chapped lips, and she let out a great sigh, her breath billowing steam upon the wind.

"Sie keine sogar deutschen," the giantess spat. "Sie gerade anders vernahmen bei Mann. Ich bedauere Sie, Dummkopf, für die Schweinstandplätze vor mir."

The giantess bent over, a predatory glint her eye. Her tangled, brownish hair fell into her face in great, tangly locks, and she chuckled darkly. With a sort of snorting snarl, she pulled back her lips again, revealing those stained teeth of hers once more. One foot stomped heavily forward, and she swayed slightly from side to side, like an agitated animal. The Frenchwoman gave a snort, and tossed her hair back, beckoning her the man forward with a motion of her chin.

"Was ist die Angelegenheit?" the Frenchwoman called out, challenge in her voice and in the way she held herself, like an arrogant ram about to charge. "Erschrocken von der Sache sagte Ihre Mutter nie existiert?"

She laughed harshly, throwing her head back, then locked gazes with the Nazi again.

"Oder bemuttern Sie dann Spielzeug des Mannes, Junge?"


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Translations:

You no even German. You just another brainwashed man. I pity you, fool, for the pig stands before me.

What's the matter? Scared of thing your mother said never existed?

Or mother no more then toy of man, boy?

[Daniel Brennan]

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CP:
Viv: 6CP

Felix: 4CP


~Dan