Village Nightlife [Lilian/Open]

[Leon Wolfgang]

Time: 1900hrs (7PM, Just past Dusk, dim/dark sky)
Conditions: Clear Sky, breezy.


Within the midst of the distance, a figurine slowly moved along a small cobbled road to the small French inhabited village. The Flight Lieutenant’s piercing blue eyes glancing around within the alluring dark, hearing no English spoken tongues nor’ seeing any Allied flags - the Americans and British alike were terrible for giving away clues to their whereabouts, usually they’d leave their jeeps out in plain view along the road or chuckle loudly over pathetic jokes, their irritating accents breaking the Nazi’s eardrums a mile-off. Urgh! was all Leon could think of the matter, as he knelt low at the side of the road, quietly looking around still.

Eventually, after a few cautious minutes on observing the road ahead, leading into a small quiet village, the Flight Lieutenant pushed against his knee, inhaling a sharp breath between his teeth as he done so. A slight wince took to his face, before an apparent limp beckoned to his posture upon taking slow steps within his stride. A gritting to his teeth within the confines of his mouth held a lot of anguish back, the pain somewhat unbearable, as it soared through his leg, one of his hands helplessly resting at his hip for support - which apparently didn’t do much, the limp still in toe.

As Leon approached what seemed to a small town square at the end of the road, his body shuffled inwards against a nearby building, his un-wanted hand prowling up against a small waist height fence to the side of him, almost like the building had a two foot court-yard around it’s exterior, pointless really - none the less, the Nazi used it for support briefly, whilst he began to devise another plan of action, the dim light from the town square emitting onto his grey tunic and silver buttons, his hair scruffy and his face dirty somewhat around the gills. Another distinguishing feature was a tad growth of stubble peering through his firm skin, which could’ve presumably suggested he’d been roaming longer than a day…

Thinking to himself and idly biting his lower lip, the Pilot glanced around at the numerous buildings quietly, indecisive on his next plan of action, but knew food and water was on the agenda, not to mention getting something for his leg. He’d strained a nerve, but also had a unwelcoming gash down his thigh, something he roughly patched up with a tea-cloth much earlier from a local barn’s washing line, the blood hard to see beneath the grey tunic, but as the Pilot stood somewhat out in the open, forgetting just who he was for a moment, a noise from nearby soon pushed him back into his shell.

Leon’s body suddenly twisted, clumsily straining his leg in the process, an uncontrollable grunt leaving his lips as he quickly made haste in limping behind a large shrubbery, bush, towering out from the small two-foot court-yard to the building he was stood beside. It made ‘okay’ cover, but the dim lighting made it better, the village didn’t seem to have too many mod-cons. Slithering his hand down to his hip, where his Lugar pistol laid dormant, he awaited to see if any passer-by’s lurked his way; praying it wasn’t a soldier.

[lilian]

Lily sighed happily as she walked through the village. A basket was swung over her arm; she strolled slowly, watching the people moving around uneasily during their daily routines. No one felt very safe, she had noticed, and people did not venture out this close to nightfall, usually. In fact, she was well aware that she probably shouldn’t have been out either. However, the hospital needed to be lightened up a bit – well, if they could even call it a hospital. The large building had been evacuated and then turned into a hospital, spare rooms here and there were for surgery, bedrooms were used for the patients, everything was set up to accommodate the moving forces.

This village was small and cozy though. The fighting hadn’t really reached here yet, which made Lily’s heart rest for the time being. She was, in every sense, a worrier and the sounds of bombs and fighting always put her at ill ease. Sometimes, at night when she was all alone, she could hear the fighting in the distance, but it was just a whisper of what it had been at their last station. The movement was good for her, and though they didn’t have any less people to take care of this far away, they were far better suited to deal with them without the building shaking and windows rattling with each bomb dropped into the hard ground and onto another set of soldiers.

So, on her walk, she had collected some flowers from village’s girls, giving them a small sum for their efforts, despite the fact the flowers were half wilted, as well as picking up some supplies for a larger sum provided for her by the hospital. It wasn’t easy trying to get things from the villagers, but they had some extra food that they could take for the money they had. It was fair; they also helped out with the sickness around the village and in return got cooperation and some supplies in return.

So, on her walk back to the hospital, the young nurse turned her face upwards and sighed with a smile, letting the setting sun hit her face as she walked. She loved this little place, to be sure, and she had already started to learn a little bit of French too, though she thought that she might have been made fun of behind her back because of her atrocious accent. It wasn’t her fault that they talked funny. Huffing slightly, she looked back down at her basket and then stopped, blinking as she thought she heard something. The young lady felt her breath catch in her throat – maybe it was a rat.

Once she stopped, she listened closely, waiting to hear something else. However, she heard nothing come from the alley. Letting out the breath, Lily was glad – it was probably a dog or something. So, with a new resolve, the young lady kept walking down the road, tentative as she came to the lip of the alley near a large bush and then with a bold step crossed the threshold. However, she stopped in her tracks, a man behind it! Not a man she knew either.

Dropping the basket, the nurse gasped and blushed, trying to figure out what to do - grab the basket and run or rush over to help the wounded. She didn't know him, the fighting wasn't close either - and grey... it didn't seem right. Blinking, she stood still for a moment before taking a step back. "Est-ce que tu besoin l'aide?" she asked, in a very muddled, terrified French - which was not even that good to begin with. If he knew French, he only need answer a oui or non, otherwise she wouldn't know - if he didn't, then she would be stuck. Hopefully, he wasn't a jerry.

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Est-ce que tu besoin l'aide - Do you need help?

[Leon Wolfgang]

The Flight Lieutenant’s eyes wearily closed tight as the footsteps drew nearer, his body huddling closer to the musk shrubbery and waist height fence digging into his side, whilst his right hand lingered about his Lugar’s holster. Leon’s body began to tremble a little from the anticipation, weary thoughts of whether these would be his last began to drift through the caverns of his crooked mind, his breathing long and deep, though he tried to smother any noise he made, by bellowing his head down against his chest, hiding his face somewhat ruggedly.

Suddenly, something thumped against the ground and a voice spat out at him, causing the Flight Lieutenant to let out a slight whimper of a breath, his eyes darting up, almost ready to face the end of a gun-barrel to a patrolling soldier on the prowl, but instead, Leon’s piercing blue eyes laid upon a young lady who stepped back, looking forever worried and scared. Her voice crackled a little within a foreign tongue, Leon’s presumptions on there being no English or American patrons had began to allure correct, as the syllables and words sounded French - the Pilot’s mind resting a little, knowing fully well he wasn’t at too much of grave danger, having just stepped into an Allied base for instance.

Licking his drying lips, the tired and dirty male slowly slithered from out of hiding, his features musk and grim from dirt, his hair rugged and his posture weak, the apparent limp shining through again as he leant a little too much onto his hurt leg, sucking hot air in through the confines of his teeth. The woman looked startled and she had a right to be, Leon’s body approaching outwards sideways, trying to conceal the fact his hand lingered around what seemed to be a pistol, hoping he could hide it with his stance and posture. The male knew nothing of French or English, his mouth gaping open a little as he tried hard to find words to use, his free-roaming hand drifting out a little to hold out his palm in a gesture to say; I won’t hurt you.

Again, another noise began to emit from nearby, this time, with conversation. Two voices mingling down a nearby road, a slight laughter from what presumably seemed to be a male, which wasn’t good in Leon’s books, as he had to do something fast - the woman didn’t recognize his uniform, something he should’ve got rid off ages ago, but didn’t want to get shot by any friendly comrades, in fear he’d be seen a pesky civilian roaming into Axis territory or further more, the enemy. As the Blue eyed male took a step forwards, he knew he had to do something that wouldn’t earn him brownie points… For the sake of his life or being discovered any further.

Abruptly and suddenly, Leon lunged forwards, leaning over the basket beneath his feet in the process to grasp the young woman’s forearm, yanking her towards him, whilst his foot simultaneously kicked the basket down the side of the road. Grasping the young woman by the forearm, he quickly pushed her against the stone wall, adjacent to the building with the two foot perimeter courtyard. Leon’s hand stamping over her mouth, his body pushing into her and his other hand still holding her forearm tight, softly ushering out almost silently “Shh…Shh…”[/I] his eyes watched carefully as a young male and woman briskly walked by, laughing and talking. As they disappeared down another road, Leon slowly looked towards the woman, gently letting go of her mouth as he said “Ich werde Sie nicht verletzen... Ich brauche nur, eine Hilfe”. but as he spoke, he sort had an inkling she wouldn’t understand him, as he awaited to her action or response, but whilst doing so, he kept his grip firmly on her forearm.

Translations:[/b]

Ich werde Sie nicht verletzen... Ich brauche nur, eine Hilfe.
- I won't hurt you... I just need, some help.

[lilian]

Lily wasn’t completely sure of her situation at the current moment. Sure, she knew she was outside the hospital and down the street a ways, but that wasn’t vital information. What was typically vital for her to know was who she was speaking to and what they needed; it was what she did – helped people. From the way things were going right now, she had no idea who she was speaking to and whether or not he understood her. Most of what she knew, well, it wasn’t quite a lot and being forced to confront someone on the street, someone who was obviously hiding didn’t sit well with the young nurse.

Her stomach turned and she looked at him, unsure of what to make of what she figured to be either a soldier or someone who hadn’t been smart enough to get out of the countryside while he could and got caught in the middle of a bombing or something of the sort. Whatever the case, he looked dirty and tired, which roused sympathy within Lily’s heart, being the tender young thing she was she didn’t like to see anyone suffering, and a hurt man couldn’t be more dangerous than one who didn’t need help. She watched the way he moved, staying firm in her place as she did, observing that he was hurt, presumably something to do with his leg. He was moving strangely though – was there something wrong with his arm too? Why didn’t he answer when she asked?

He didn’t answer her thought. He wasn’t French then, but she hadn’t heard of any other Americans in the area. Perhaps he was Belgian or something like that, she really wasn’t sure – after all, so many people looked the same now, it just became hard to tell anyone from anyone else. Sometimes she wondered if they were any different, of course, that was a silly question. Of course they were different, after all the Allies were right! At least, that’s what Lily thought. She couldn’t imagine the Germans or Japanese being right at all. They were trying to take over everything; domination wasn’t the right goal – was it? For everything that Lily did know there were tons of things she didn’t and for a girl from Georgia, the war was much bigger than she could ever hope to comprehend.

The slow movements were non-threatening to her and Lily was still nervous, but less so when he didn’t rush to move or do anything of the sort. His hand out, palm showing, she supposed meant that he meant no harm and he must have thought she was French or maybe he would have started speaking in English for her. She desperately hoped he was American; some word of the men fighting for the red, white, and blue would be nice. It might brighten the spirits of some of the other nurses and doctors too, since a good number were American volunteers. She didn’t even notice as other voices entered the picture, so accustomed to the pretty tones of the French town, people happy but cautious at the same time. It seemed that the man noticed something and Lily’s head immediately tilted to the side in confusion – her mouth opened to speak – but in a flash, she felt like she was going to scream.

He lunged out and covered her mouth with his rough dirty hand, taking her from her position outside of the alley to against the wall. Taking in a deep breath from her nostrils, her brown eyes became the size of dinner plates as she tried to make any sound, but found none from behind his hand. When he pushed against her, Lily was almost certain she was going to be violated, tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to struggle, gripping at the wrist connected to the hand clutching over her mouth while the other was roughly pushed up against the scratching brick building. He started to speak in a language she couldn’t register at first, panic blinding her to almost anything before she realized the worst possible situation could have happened.

He was German! The American nurse started to cry, just a little, hoping he might take some pity on her small self and let her go. Her eyes darted around and as soon as she saw a pair disappear past the lip of the alley – they didn’t even notice, she tensed further, now there was really no one around! He hushed her gently before releasing the pressure on her mouth, Lily’s hand releasing his wrist in turn (she could see the scratches her nails imparted) and she stared at him momentarily, unable to move. She didn’t know what he said, but he wasn’t holding on to her anymore. Eyeing the basket he kicked down the street and then back at his face, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. “Y-you can have it,” she motioned towards the basket with some supplies trailing out of it – she’d lie about it at the hospital if she had to, “J-just d-don’t hurt me,” she whimpered, wiping her eye free of the terrified tears that had previously fallen.

[Leon Wolfgang]

OOC: Sorry if it seems like I’ve god-moded a little again, just trying to keep the Rp moving a little, so we don’t get stuck in one place.


The situation at hand was something Leon would never have thought he’d find himself within, heck, he was a pilot! He wasn’t a negotiator, infiltrator (spy) or even a simple infantry man! He wasn’t used to mingling with other’s, in a sense, wandering across unknown terrain and into boundaries with foreign tongues. He was however, used to the sky and flying over these sorts of random places quite briskly, his dual engine spit-fighter making brisk pace in passing through these areas, the sky never changed in his eyes, but on the ground - no one place was never the same. Most probably why he plumped for the Air-Service rather than ground warfare. Who could blame him?

Leon’s blue eyes wandered over hers momentarily, hardened guilt twisting into his gut and shameful thoughts beckoned through his mind. How could do something like this? The young lady was just passing through, now he’d dragged into a world of his own, put her into a risky situation. She could, however, be branded a traitor by her superiors? If she were to help a Nazi, or made an outcast by the village if she were nothing more than a local girl… He’d heard how the French abandoned French Woman (and men alike) who slept with the enemy, shaving their heads, branding their thighs and kicking them out of civilisation. What had he done? Either way, he needed her help, if she was a local girl - then she could help him, right?

Her watery eyes made Leon take a slight gulp, his head hesitantly looking down his uniform, as he reached into the inside of his pocket, pulling out what seemed to be a white cloth - almost like an handkerchief, but with initials embroiled neatly on one of the corners, perhaps making it a bandana or flimsy scarf? Whatever it must’ve looked like to the young woman, the Pilot softly stepped back a little, searching for her hand, plucking back her fingers vaguely, before rolling them back up around the white material - ironically being the only clean thing on him. “Wischen Sie Ihre Augen” he said quietly, listening to her speak about something? Following her finger towards the ground, before realising something else - she was English!?

The Nazi cringed a little, as a worried look came over him, a brisk glance taking to his posture as he looked around, wondering if the town/village was under Allied control after-all!? Brushing his thoughts aside for a moment, he pushed her hand up towards her face, motioning for her to wipe her eyes, a weak smile on his face, knowing he had to try and persuade her to help him - which would most likely be hard after his prior stunt in keeping her quiet.

Looking between the basket with what seemed to have supplies and the Lady, he pondered on retrieving it, but didn’t want to venture too far away, encase she cried wolf and ran, so he remained close, his posture stern. “Schutz…” he said slowly, before making a V shape with his hands, putting it above his head slightly, now playing a game of charades, trying to say ‘house’ with his motioning, but as he tried to communicate with her, the sound of an engine nearby caught his attention - GREAT, another passer-by, this time, it sounded like it might’ve been coming their way? Abruptly seizing the moment, he hurried to the basket on the floor, tossing random items back into that’d cascaded along the ground, before quickly turning towards the woman and grasping her by the arm, pulling her towards what seemed to be a garden gate to the stone wall he’d pushed her against.

Yanking it open, quite easily, he ushered her inside, shutting it behind them quickly, before standing against the ‘inside’ of the stone wall, awaiting the vehicle to pass… His eyes slowly slithering towards the woman, making sure she hadn’t escaped or even thought about making a noise, his hand quite openly shifting to his hip, lingering towards his Holster again, whilst he plumped the basket down against the ground.


Translations:[/b]

Wischen Sie Ihre Augen
- Wipe your eyes

Schutz...
- Shelter…

[lilian]

OOC: No problem! I don’t mind

Panic had turned out to be the pervading feeling that welled up in Lily’s chest. This German was going to get her in trouble, she was going to be marked an outcast, a traitor if she helped him – if she didn’t, he would probably shoot her. Her options were, for the most part, death or abandonment. Perhaps she would prefer to be dead than treated how those who interacted with the enemy were. She didn’t want to be placed in military prison, after all, she was an army nurse, she was subject to military laws. She didn’t want to be thrown out on the streets either with shaved head – branding to prove she went against the resistance. A quick shot to the head: that was much more preferable…

She hadn’t meant to get stuck up in all of this, it wasn’t her idea of a good time to get caught up in something she couldn’t handle – she very well knew this was something she was unable to deal with. Why couldn’t it have been someone else – or why didn’t she take another way home? She couldn’t imagine fate would be so cruel! Sniffling softly, the dark haired nurse was surprised when the attitude of the German changed, his eyes seemed to soften a bit, presumably at her tears, and he reached in his pocket for something. She held her breath for a moment and was relieved to see it was only a little handkerchief; at least it wasn’t something scary like a gun or knife – something she wouldn’t have been surprised if it were pulled on her.

Gasping a little, she winced as he touched her hand and then put it in her fist, murmuring something she didn’t understand. Staring dumbly at him, Lily licked her lips and looked down at the square of fabric, surprised that it was still white while the rest of him was covered in dirt, exhaust, and whatever else he encountered over his journey. She couldn’t imagine how long he had been traveling or where he was from, all she knew was that she was in trouble. Taking a deep breath she wiped the tears from her eyes, murmuring a quiet, “Thank you,” clutching onto the small piece of fabric tightly. She’d have to get rid of it, or give it back, she suddenly thought, if anyone found it she’d have to explain, or come up with something else – though, when she noticed the embroidery, he had the same first initial.

Frustrating as it was, Lily tried not to get too worked up. She didn’t want to be in this predicament, but perhaps if she just… gave him something to eat and a few bandages he would leave, then the soldiers could do something with him. She couldn’t actually do much of anything, outside of heal him, and she didn’t think he would make her do that – she didn’t even know what was wrong! Well, she knew what was wrong with her situation, but not with his – if there was anything other than he was lost, and in that case she couldn’t help him anyway. He said something, started with ‘sh’ sound, though God damn it if she knew what it meant, and the young, southern girl gnawed her lip, shaking her head as a sign she didn’t understand.

What was he doing? She asked herself what on earth he could mean by pivoting his hands like that above his head – was it some kind of code or something? She hadn’t been taught that… Pursing her lips, she wondered whether or not she should just try to make a run for it and never mention this again… of course, he would probably shoot her – and she couldn’t even tell him she wouldn’t tell! If it meant she would be safe and not a traitor, she’d just let the other forces find him soon enough. It wouldn’t take long in this area, though she felt rather bad, he didn’t seem terrible, in person anyway. The idea of a Nazi was worse than the actual presentation of one – of course, that might have been because this one was run down and hurt…

Tightly clutching on to the handkerchief she was holding her breath, about to run and take her chances, but it was too late again – another set of sudden motion and then he grabbed the basket and her arm, the sound of a vehicle coming up on the alley way. It was probably a few patrolling soldiers, which would be a problem for the Nazi, but a savior for her and although she tried to resist, he was stronger than her – dragging her into a small area away from the street that seemed to be one of the many gardens of the secluded village – he was surely interested in hiding. Gulping softly, she held up her hands, the same way he did before and got on her knees, dragging the basket towards her very slowly.

Taking out a package of issued crackers (they weren’t that good), the young lady held it up towards him, an offering of peace and perhaps something that would make him let her go without any consequence. He was probably hungry anyway, so it was a good plan, she hoped. "Here," she said, barely audible, still trying to reason out what he meant with the charades.

[Leon Wolfgang]

Closing his eyes momentarily, the vehicle bumped across the road, it’s headlights shimmering through the cast iron gate slightly, illuminating the surrounding area in which they idly stood, awaiting it’s departure. Crookedly twisting his neck towards the gate somewhat, he watched the two beaming red brake lights glimmer off down the road into the darkness, before finally, his body twisted to face the young woman - who surprisingly, hadn’t uttered a word. They most likely wouldn’t have heard her anyway, but Leon began to pluck his chances anyhow, perhaps she was going to help him?

Tiredly leaning against the wall, he watched as the woman began to move towards him, his hand sharply clasping at the handle of his pistol, being a little edgy from his tiresome state. Her hand gestures putting him at ease, as she merely began to drag the basket towards her, rummaging through the small cargo of goods to hold up something in a clear packet? As Leon leant forwards slowly, his eyes wandering over the item, he smirked slightly to slowly take it, nodding towards her with a slight word beneath his breath… “Vielen Dank”, but as he twisted the item within his grasp, he sighed somewhat, knowing he’d be extremely thirsty if he ate it.

Propping it into his pocket, his eyes wandered down to the basket again, wondering what else she had? Knowing just by her actions she didn’t understand his earlier indication on shelter. He needed somewhere to rest for a while, patch himself up, eat and drink. Then he could perhaps, move on? Try to find his bearings and head back to his frontline; a radio would be better though, perhaps he could call in, have a transport arranged for his location? Maybe the Nazis didn’t realise a small town was here, that could be housing some Allied Soldiers, goods? It would prove a worthy resting place for the soldiers, the villagers seemed quiet and untouched by war…

As he watched the young woman, his eyes curiously peering into the basket, he couldn’t help but notice the grand old house behind her. Vines cascading down the side of the building and the windows all shuttered up, by what seemed to be dark oak. Leon wouldn’t have found it peculiar, if it wasn’t for the fact that the windows had some sort of lock on them all? As if the owners locked their windows shut, with iron padlocks. Strange? Suddenly, it dawned on him. It was abandoned. It had to be!? Perhaps the owners fled to relatives or maybe it was just a holiday cottage for a rich couple many miles away? Leon’s tongue licked at his lips eagerly, as he quickly pushed off his feet, grasping the young woman by her arm again, his head nodding sideways as he said “Kommen Sie, kommen Sie…” but rather strangely, his hand let go this time, as he briskly walked towards the house’s back door, a limp still in toe.

Maybe the Pilot was trusting her more now or perhaps he was becoming careless from fatigue? Either way, his hand perched against the door’s window and he leaned in closely to try and see what was inside. Furniture seemed to be draped over by white sheets, dust sheets and any personal touch to the home wasn’t there. No cutterly on the table, no bowel of fruit awaiting anyone to pluck at it… It just looked empty? Which was an amazing result, as Leon stepped back, excitedly looking to the young woman over his shoulder, pointing towards the house somewhat, knowing it was utterly pointless trying to talk to her.

Glancing around the back door, he wondered how he’d get in? A bemused look taking to his face as he bit his bottom lip, if he broke the window above the door - well, that would cause significant unwanted noise; though, it might be his only choice. Looking towards the young woman again, he almost silently asked assistance, his mucky face scrunching up slightly, as he planted his hands on his hips, murmuring something to himself…


Translations:[/b]

Vielen Dank
- Thank You

Kommen Sie, kommen Sie...
- Come, Come…

[lilian]

Lily wasn’t exactly scared now, but she was cautious. He didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt her, at least not outwardly, and that was alright. If she got away, if she never spoke of this again, it would be fine, right? She hoped so, because as far as Lily was concerned she couldn’t go back to the hospital and ever speak of meeting a German and not turning him in to the first army vehicle that drove by. She was so stupid, so very stupid. But, she couldn’t help it – compassion flowed through her veins and she couldn’t just turn him in… He would get caught here soon enough, she thought, which relieved some of the problem with not doing anything about it.

She was glad he took the food though. Even if he was a Nazi, he didn’t really deserve to starve. Everything else in her bag was of no real use to him, unless he wanted the flowers from the little girls, the meager amount of bandages, and some day old bread that she had managed to buy off one of the men in the village. The words she knew, she could bargain for and money wasn’t so hard. That was something she got to do a lot of, bargaining. People liked her, it seemed, for her cheerful demeanor and sunny personality which seldom ever failed, it was why she was sent out for buying things – it was hard to refuse.

Sighing softly, she rose slowly and grabbed the basket’s handle, bringing it up with her as she straightened out. He stopped holding onto her wrist though, thankfully. She didn’t like the feeling of being held like some sort of animal and if he was holding on to her, she didn’t have any sort of escape if she needed it. His voice was soft as he moved towards the house behind them, almost like a small child on Christmas, saying something that was probably supposed to mean for her to follow.

Shrugging her shoulders, she was already in deep enough as it was. Following with light steps, her breathing was shallow, looking at the vine covered house. It was beautiful and large, though she had never seen anyone go in or out of it. No one in the village mentioned it either – perhaps they thought it was haunted or something. She shrugged her thin shoulders and walked up slowly, gulping as she did. He seemed to want to get into the deserted building, though she had no idea how to go about doing so, it was padlocked. However, maybe there was a way… If that would make him happy and leave her alone…

With resolve, Lily put down the basket and squared her shoulders, walking up to the building and next to him, she had to get on her very tip toes to look into the window, peering at the furniture, covered in sheets, and the untouched interior. It seemed that nothing had been touched since it had been closed. It felt wrong to open it, really, but at the same time, it was going to be worse if she didn’t get rid of him and soon. Pursing her lips, she didn’t know how the door would open though, and breaking something would really be bad. At least if they got in she could leave and no one would know…

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and then remembered something from a mystery film she had seen. Reaching up into her hair, she found a bobby pin and plucked it from her hair, letting some of her brown hair tumble down from her usual hair style and over her shoulders. Holding it close to his face for him to see, she made a movement with her hand towards the knob - signifying him to try to pick the lock. She wasn't going to do it herself, but if he did it - it wouldn't be so bad. She just hoped he knew what she meant.

[Leon Wolfgang]

The Flight Lieutenant’s eyes glanced about the exterior somewhat questioningly, wondering if there was a nook or cranny he could fit his hand into, pride the door open or gain access. There wasn’t much, if any, pottery around either; he highly doubted they’d leave a key or something under the few remaining plant pots. Be a little easy for a crook now, wouldn’t it? But as the Young woman alluringly drew closer, taking a look herself, he couldn’t help but smile to himself, as he watched her curiously take a peek, wondering if she’d ever done anything nosey before -- without being provoked to do so. She seemed innocent and sweet, which once again, partly made the Pilot feel guilty. She didn’t deserve this.

Giving his lower lip a slight lick, he quietly watched the woman from his place, more so when she turned to face him, awkwardly fiddling with something within her hair, allowing thick strands to beckon and cascade down around her face. Leon’s piercing blue eyes trailed over her soft features, unable to resist admiring her beauty for a moment, whilst he quietly watched her insinuate ‘picking the lock’ with what seemed to a thin strand of metal, a hair clip. The Pilot grinned to himself slightly, nodded slowly, a slight gesture that he understood what she was talking about; his nimble rough fingers plucked the hair-pin from her grasp, purposely touching her hand a little more than he should’ve, before briskly shifting past her towards the door, fiddling with the hairclip between his fingers for a brief moment.

Kneeling down, he cleared his throat a little, squinting slightly towards the keyhole, fully well knowing he had his back towards the young woman. He almost began to accept it, if she thrashed him across the back of the head with a pot, rock or spade, well - there wouldn’t be much he could do? He had to allow her a little freedom, in order to gain her trust, something he felt like he was managing awkwardly, yet successfully. Wriggling the small instrument of metal into the hole, his head turned sideways towards the door, listening intently to the sound of it braising around inside the locking mechanism. Not only did he turn his head to listen, but he sort-off knew he needed to keep an eye on the woman, just encase.

Holding his breath, he continued to fiddle with the lock, pulling a slight concentrated look, before finally, something clunked within the lock and the door - without notice, began to drift open. Leon’s body wobbled ever so slightly, having been leant against it, catching his balance in the nick of time, before he happily gave a smile, feeling a small accomplishment. Sliding the now crooked hair clip out of the hole, he bit his lower lip to slowly hand towards the woman, pulling a slight apologising look, before he looked to the door, his hand drifting up her back and his other free hand roaming outwards to say - walk in.

He had a feeling she wouldn’t come off her own will, but Leon couldn’t let her go, not until morning at least, when he’d eaten and got some sleep. For all he knew, she’d rat him out in the middle of the night and have him shot. So the German insisted, as his hand pushed against her back, his voice bellowing out “Innenseite”, like she’d understand his simple words and commands, but also knew there was a chance of it sounding more intimidating than somewhat friendly - in a sense.

Translations:

Innenseite
- Inside

[lilian]

It was a comforting thought to know that perhaps she would be allowed to go for helping him. She didn’t want to stay out too late and she figured the others were already starting to worry; after all, she had left several hours ago when it was still light. Now, as darkness settled over the French countryside, it was extremely difficult to see anything but the stars shimmering in the sky and anything directly in front of her. The only thing directly in front of her was the door and the German man who was cautious and quiet.

They weren’t able to speak to one another, which Lily figured was actually a good thing. It was a superficial meeting, something she couldn’t possibly remember outside of being terrified of being attacked or killed and something that she could easily put behind her after the allied forces found him and killed him or transported him to jail. Surely they would within the time he was here. After all, the soldiers were good men and didn’t leave a stone unturned, though the abandoned house was leading her to believe perhaps this stone needed to be turned over for once.

She blushed softly as he plucked the pin from her hand, lingering as their skin touched and then kneeling. A shiver passed up her spine, which she blushed even brighter for – it was odd. She was in awe as she watched the concentration in which he started picking the lock, jaw locking and brows furrowed. He nimbly worked on it and Lily couldn’t find the strength to move at all. She didn’t want to betray herself and get shot in the process, but at the same time, she really needed to get out.

Looking to the gate in the front of the garden, she wondered how long it would take him to notice she was gone. Probably not very long, and despite the fact he looked tired and weary, he could probably out run her and surely over take her if a chase ensued. He was, after all, larger than she was and stronger too. Lily was, by no means, a large woman and she couldn’t even hold her own trying to get away from him before he dragged her into the alley, let alone get out if he thought he was in some sort of danger.

When the door slowly creaked open, Lily let out a sigh of relief. Apparently she did learn something from a spy movie! She was going to move to leave; however, as soon as he stood, he said something harshly, his voice biting and cruel, to some extent, stern in every sense of the word. It seemed like he wanted her to go in. She shook her head immediately and tried to step back; however, her back was met with force and she looked over, realizing that his hand was firmly on her back – he was pushing her in. She knew one word in German, she realized and bit her lip, “Nein,” she asserted and continued to shake her head, planting her feet firmly – she was NOT going to go in there.

[Leon Wolfgang]

Leon’s hand suppressed against her upper back a little, giving a firm push, but she wouldn’t budge? His eyes began to narrow slightly and his tiresome look began to drape, looking more aggravated and annoyed she wouldn’t do as she was told. The Pilot was a kind person at heart - back home, but tired, hungry and thirsty, not to mention - being thrown in the middle of no where, the male was certainly going to lose his composure quickly. If he couldn’t tame his hunger and fatigue just yet, at least he could tame a simple annoyance, which was becoming to be the girl - a problem he could do without.

As she abruptly shook her head and asserted ‘Nein’, Leon’s face broke (not literally), his eyes glaring and his temper short fused within that precise moment in time. The male grunted beneath his breath slightly and took a slight glance around, knowing fully well the walls had ears, so he had to be quiet. The slight scuffling noise they made was loud enough in his books, so when she began to utter more noise, by putting up a firm stubborn resistance from his eager and manipulative pushing, the Pilot suddenly done something irrational, unable to bear anymore irritancy - the woman being a minor worry, she was just an necessity now he found shelter, which presumably had flowing water and as for food, well, perhaps he’d just have to roughage whatever was in the basket.

Moving up behind the woman slightly, the Nazi suddenly swung his unyielding hand up around her mouth, his arm draping down her chest and his body suppressing against her back, allowing his weight to push and shuffle her inwards. His hand that was situated against the pit of her back, doing the job his body’s now managing, he reached out for one her flailing arms, clasping her wrist tightly and perhaps hurtfully? Yanking it up behind her back, using a manoeuvre he learnt through his training, as he strained her arm somewhat - a move that was designed to make your enemies submissive, through a means of defensive combat, but Leon used the move to dampen anymore resistance she’d put up, as he could easily twist her wrist and tighten his fresh hold on her, that would hopefully manipulate her into doing what he asked.

Marching her forwards through the door, the Nazi continued to make a slight grunting noise beneath his breath, hating the fact he had to drop to measures such as this, struggling with a young woman to do as she was told, his tiresome state and temper clearly shining through now. As his boots clunked against the floorboards, he flung one of his legs back, knocking the door closed, before leaning forwards down the pit of the woman’s neck - the exuberance smell she gave off was alluring, a few thoughts skimming through his mind on what he could do with her, they were alone, she was his captive and hell, he’d be able to get out a lot of frustration that’d built up over the months, perhaps years.

As the Pilot’s lips pushed down towards her ear from behind, he muttered out, quite intimidating “Sie werden machen, als Ihres ab jetzt erzählt hat, stimmt zu?” but he obviously knew she wouldn’t understand him, none the less, he spat the threat out, before loosening his grip on her arm flung up her back and dropping his hand from her mouth, pushing her forwards down the corridor somewhat, his hand immediately shifting to his hip, unclipping his holster. Yanking the Lugar out, he made it clear with his action, what he just said to her. Wavering his gun forwards, he ordered her to walk on into the room, his eyes stern and narrow - slithering down her body…

Translations:[/b]

Sie werden machen, als Ihres ab jetzt erzählt hat, stimmt zu?
- You'll do as your told from now on, okay?

[lilian]

This was far too much trouble for any one girl to handle. Lily was, as it were, an American in France, she only had her fellow doctors to talk to and most of the time she was surrounded by hurt people. It was a rather depressing life and she couldn’t help but just want to get out and go back to the hospital, curl up, and never speak of it again. If only she could communicate that she wouldn’t tell! Even the smallest bit of German would help here – and no probably wasn’t the answer anymore. He wasn’t letting up, he wasn’t going to let her resist, she realized, and perhaps asserting that she wasn’t going in was a bad idea.

She glanced over at his face and the young woman started to feel the sweat on her face. He looked angry, well livid in fact, and if he was desperate, well she wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do. She was going to move, try to make a run for it, but within seconds, he had his arm covering her mouth and her back was pressed against his front, being roughly shoved into the house. She tried to toss her head, but his hold was too strong. And Lily had thought that perhaps he was easing up, that he wasn’t going to make her stay! She had been kind enough to give him something and then gain entrance, she wasn’t going to do this, but she didn’t have much of a choice.

Whimpering slightly, the young nurse did what she could to put up a little bit of a fight just to make his job a little harder, but at the same time, she didn’t want to anger him further – she wasn’t exactly sure what he was capable of. In the end, she would be better off just sucking it up and making sure that she got out while he was asleep or something. Her eyes again began to tear, afraid that perhaps he had only pretended – that he was really as evil as everyone said the Nazis were, as she knew they were, and that he was going to kill her – or worse. She could only imagine what was running through her head, and with his hand clamped over her mouth like that she couldn’t even cry out, though she supposed that was the point. He had to feel the tears on his hand though, especially as she really got started.

She didn’t know what he was saying, but she would pretend, nodding her head eagerly – whatever he wanted, just let her go without a scratch. That was what worried her. She didn’t want to get hurt- she didn’t want to get abandoned by her own troops. How she regretted taking this road back to the hospital and asking him if he was alright! Her nostrils flared as she took a deep breath through her nose, releasing it with a terror-filled look in her eyes.

When he let go and pushed her forward slightly, Lily tripped over her own feet and braced herself as she tripped right into the wall in the corridor. With a small grunt of pain, the young nurse brought her sleeves to her eyes, wrapping them around her fist as she wiped her eyes before she turned around, her eyes widening and her hands clamping over her mouth as she saw the gun in his hand – a new fear settling over her. “Oh God,” she murmured into her hands, new tears springing forward as she stood against the wall with very few options – feeling like she might erupt into sobs and break down at any second – he was going to kill her. “Please no,” she cried into her hands, trying to be as quiet as possible, her shoulders heaving with silent sobs - hoping he would change his mind, though doubting it sincerely.

[Leon Wolfgang]

Licking his lips slightly, the Flight Lieutenant wiped his wet hand ruggedly down his side, her tears soiling into his skin like acid, he couldn’t bare to think he had some sort of Mongrel leakage on him. The Allies were all scum in his eyes, mixed up nations of party poopers, here, there, everywhere! They flogged their genitals about like decorations on a Christmas tree, he couldn’t bare to think of it. Britain in particular, the pesky British Empire, ranging from all third world countries - right to their own doorstep. What on Earth were the European cousins doing? Bringing home all seven nations of the world to live in one crammed, skinny place - England (Britain).

Since the Americans had got involved, the spotlight had begun to shine on them too. No better. No worse. Only difference was, that America was much larger, which most likely meant - more mongrels. America were a bigger threat than Britain now, as they tossed themselves into the game, becoming involved in European affairs. Oh - Leon could delve into politics, Hitler was right, the Fatherland had to sustain a purity, the Aryan race had to stay firm within their blood stream… Blonde hair… Blue eyes, firm complexions, that was the true Aryan race, their ancestors.

Slowly stepping inwards, he watched the young woman cower against the wall, having just been flung ruggedly by his touch. Leon wasn’t a bad man, he done his job, sucked up to his superiors and wanted nothing more -- that was until a while ago, when he realised what the war was truly about. None the less, the young lady was a woman, whether she was American or English, he wasn’t going to hurt her, he just needed to know she’d be quiet until morning. When he could perhaps hitch a ride on a wagon out of the pesky town, hopefully towards some more familiar soil.

“Ruhe, Bewegung!” the Pilot barked some firmly, trying not to be too loud himself, as his rough fingers coiled around her upper arm to tug sideways towards the doorway - to what seemed to be the dining or living room? It was hard to tell, everything was covered. Soon enough, his hand pushed against her back, priding her into the room with his touch, as she didn’t understand him, but rather sobbed and cried, pushing his patience. Stepping into the room behind her, he sighed heavily somewhat, glancing around, before hastily marching towards the downstairs window to the room, tugging the draped curtains shut from any minor gaps people could see through the outside wooden shutters. Twisting his body to face the woman again, he pointed to what he assumed was a sofa or something? Waving his gun towards it all demandingly again, wanting her to sit.

Briskly, the man walked through the room again, muttering beneath his breath as he placed the Lugar on top of a covered table, unbuttoning his tunic, slanting his head towards the woman’s position, the tiresome look still on his face. He didn’t mean to upset and demand her around, but he had no other choice, she was becoming incompliant and resentful of him. The guilt soon churning inside his gut, but like a true Nazi, he pushed the feelings aside and swallowed his pride, pointing to the fireplace with a nod, hoping she’d understand him and put it on or something… The place was bitterly cold…

Hoisting his arms out of the German Tunic’s sleeves, he tossed the grey uniform onto the table, straightening up his black vest beneath, looking to the woman quietly, his hand grasping the gun again daringly.

Translations:[/b]

Ruhe, Bewegung!
-Quiet, move!

[lilian]

Amidst her crying, Lily realized it was of very little use to actually do so. She wasn’t soliciting any sympathy and it was probably only going to make it worse for her, but she couldn’t help it. When one didn’t know what was going to happen and a German was wagging a gun at her, she couldn’t be expected to be completely sane, nor should she stand such a thing. Well, she had to stand it, she supposed, or she could take a shot to the head and that would be over. Maybe that would be better, she thought as she was curled up on the ground, still sobbing and choking on the tears that were flowing down her cheeks. He certainly was the characteristic Nazi.

She had thought, at first, that he wasn’t so bad, but now that he was roughly handling her, throwing her in rooms and waving guns at her – he was insane, just like the rest of them. He was just some purist who wanted to destroy everyone else and take over the world, turning everyone into a German or something. Well, Lily would sooner die than deal with that – and that’s what the Allies were fighting for too. They didn’t see it the way the Germans did, and the fact that they were doing such terrible things, killing their men, and dying for something so stupid was not endearing him to her anymore than his rough handling was.

And when she was hoisted up again, Lily yelped slightly, trying to be quiet as he barked orders that she couldn’t understand and then made her go somewhere else. Where they were going in the house was a mystery to the young woman, especially because she had never been here before and the dim lighting mixed with the fact all the furniture was covered didn’t let her know where she was or where she was going at all. Hopefully he didn’t have any plans outside of dragging her around. Wiping her eyes, she tried to settle down as he gruffly took her to the other room, covering the windows and waving his gun at her, towards some covered body.

Figuring that’s where he wanted her to go, Lily quickly scurried over and sat on the sheet, realizing that what he had urged her to sit on was a couch. She wiped her eyes again, silent tears still flowing, only slower than before – she was trying to control herself. She nervously wrung her hands in her lap, waiting for something to happen – waiting for him to shoot her and get it over with. At this point, fatalistic thoughts were the best ones she had. Otherwise, she was dreading what was going to happen to her after she was released, what she would tell people, who she would go to – it was all rather vague in her mind. She just knew death would be preferable.

The thought of death being better reentered her head as she looked up; he was taking off his shirt. Gulping, the young lady’s mind went to terrible places. He was going to hurt her, which was for sure at this point –at least in the little American’s mind. What was worse though? Calling for help and getting shot, possibly letting him escape or doing what he said and getting out so she could tell and get him caught? The options were not good. Suppressing the tears that threatened to spill, she kept her eyes on him, turning them downwards every so often to the white hands twisting and turning in her lap.

She looked up long enough to notice that he motioned her towards the fireplace – he wanted her to put that on? So there was a romantic Nazi that was going to violate her? Lovely, she thought bitterly, quickly rushing to do what he said as he picked up the gun again. She didn’t want to be shot – and well, there was some old wood by the fireplace. Her hands fumbled on the logs as she grabbed them, shaking as she put them on the rack inside the large structure. Looking around, she spotted some old papers under a chair and crawled over on her hands and knees, grabbing the papers and then shoving them into the cavity of the fire.

Long matchsticks were sitting by the fireplace and she opened the box, relieved to see there were some left. Taking out one of the matches in her trembling hand, she held the tilted box and tried to light it several times, her hands sliding here and there before she actually had the chance to light the match, then set it to the paper, hoping that it would light and that someone would see from the fireplace that there were people – the troops would come then, they’d check it out – she’d be safe. Sighing softly, relieved that she had gotten that far ahead in thought, she turned her shamed and terrified gaze back towards him, hurt etched on her face. Her life was in his hands at this point, she just hoped he made the right choices...

[Leon Wolfgang]

Etching his fingers up the handgrip to his Lugar, he twisted the weaponry within his grasp vaguely, so the cold blooded steel barrel was protruding into his palm, before a slight sigh left his lips again and he began to push it down towards his holster, slotting it inwards firmly. Still, he left the catch undone to his holster. Watching the young woman frantically search for a light with the striking of the matches, he impatiently pondered on doing it himself, but soon reframed from doing so as she began to make the fire. Alas’ something warm, a sensation he’d missed for a few days now -- who could blame him for being cranky, living it rough the past few days.

Throwing his arm out to his fumbled tunic on the table, he hoisted it up into his grip, patting the pockets for anything he needed. None of which he pulled anything out off, before he began to approach the young woman once again, biting his lower lip as he calmly leant against the wooden frame to the fireplace, staring towards the young woman. His blue eyes shimmering against the newfound light in the room and his body sternly perched against the cumbersome wood; he almost looked lifeless for a moment, a statue?

“Wenn nur Sie mich verstanden haben” Leon said quietly, shedding a weak smile, before briskly tossing his uniform onto the logs that’d only just started sizzling. Soon enough his tunic will be burnt, he’d be passable as a Belgium or something, straying from the war, seeking a little help. His eyes lingering towards the fire for a brief moment, before he eventually looked to her again, inhaling deeply, wondering what he should do next? He couldn’t exactly sleep, nor could he move freely around the house to find materials. He either tied her down and gagged her - which would most likely make her worse, or kill her? Something he didn’t fancy doing, she was sweet, young and nice. Someone he’d take a shine too on the outside of war… Someone he would’ve approached more civilized, as Leon was actually quite the gentleman.

Pushing off the fireplace, he did however plump for a decision out of the box. Dragging one of the big white sheets from off another long sofa, sprawled in front of the fire, he bundled it up between his forearms and looked around slowly, wondering what the owners were like. The place was grand and old, something that shouldn’t have been left unmanned. Sooner or later, war would’ve reached here, but why they left their belongings behind - well, it baffled him. He would’ve sold them at least, before straying off.

Slowly sitting on the sofa he’d just unravelled, he patted the seat next to him, as his body slowly sat back, relaxing into something he’d forgot the feel off, it’d been so long. Resting for a moment wouldn’t be so bad, right? Then he could look in the Kitchen, pillage the rooms upstairs for a jacket or something, before he ‘hopefully’ slept the night and left in the morning, with a young woman I toe. Who hopefully wouldn’t say anything. Oh - how complicated. His eyes draped closed momentarily, as his hand curved up against his brow, softly rubbing at his eyes, before they soon opened to slither onto the young woman, hoping she was being behaved. He hadn’t bounded her; yet, so he could only pray she wouldn’t make his life worse - all he wanted, was a five minute rest, before he moved again.

Translations:[/b]

Wenn nur Sie mich verstanden haben.
- If only you understood me.