Into the Unknown [Open]

[hanskrueger]

A burst of unfamiliar gunfire broke out nearby my checkpoint, and instantly, I was on the ground. Rifle in hand, I pulled myself forward past the small sandbag wall I’d been using as cover, to poke my head out of the side and see what was going on. Fear took hold, as I neared the edge of the wall. My body broke out in a cold sweat and I felt my hands getting clammy. Would I have the strength do to what was needed of me when the time came? I didn’t know. The only way to find out was to look out into the streets.

“Come on! This way, move up squad!” British voices rung out down the now quiet street, and I wondered quietly to myself where my comrades had went. Shakily I slipped my helmet off my head and slowly placed it onto the dust covered ground. It was now or never, so with that in mind, I took a little peak out the side of the sandbags. One Brit, only one. Maybe he was a point man, but there was no way to be certain. His movement was quick as he leapt from cover to cover, brown eyes constantly eyeing his surroundings.

More voices, this time behind me. A twist of my head, and I saw the familiar grey uniform of my fellow soldiers. There were about, six of them as they rounded the corner, and the first man stared me straight in the eye. The baby blues looked deep into my soul, and I felt like he would be able to save me. The other five spotted the Brit first and opened fire. The combination of 9mm and 7.62 rounds made my head sore, but I was happy to have been saved, even if the cost was the life of another man.

“Kamerad! Bist du okay? Wie ist dein Gewehr, sind du okay zu kämpfen?” The blue eyed soldier crouched down low in front of me and threw the barrage of questions at me. It took me a few seconds for his words to get through, but when they did I answered with all truthfulness.

“Ich bin fein, lasse Kampf!” My voice was hoarse from not speaking for a long period of time, but the soldier simply nodded and grabbed my shoulder to help me to my feet. Once I had risen to my feet, me and the soldier took cover in a tight alleyway.

Translations:
“Kamerad! Bist du okay? Wie ist dein Gewehr, sind du okay zu kämpfen?”
-"Comrad! Are you okay? How's your rifle, are you okay to fight?"

“Ich bin fein, lasse Kampf!”
-"I'm fine, lets fight!"

[∬: Gero A. Fritz]

OOC: Hi, know I’m not allied, but no one seems to be posting in my thread so I hope you don’t mind me joining? Also, I don’t RP in first person, I can try if you wanted me too? Not sure what theme you wanted for the thread… =)

IC:

Hurrying through a dark dormant corridor, Gero’s body gave a flexing tense every time his ears transpired the foreign tongue of English nearby, the Westerner’s voices rugged and Trojan-like, the British well known for their battle cries and bloody history of combat throughout the ages - Gero didn’t underestimate anyone, none of his enemies, so he wasn’t about to start pondering now, whether the British and American’s alike had the guts to throttle themselves into harm’s way… Only time would tell, right?

Stumbling over his own feet somewhat from the rubble, the German Corporal embraced the crooked wall by his side, his auburn stained rifle, splintered down the wooded hand-grips slightly, thumped against his hip heavily. The leather strap that hung against his shoulder began to feel like a burden, the worn out leather had caused a sore mark beneath his uniform garments, but to have a sore was the least of his worries, as the Lee-Enfield rifles began to bounce shots of fire nearby; intercepted by what seemed to be German fire? The two rifles (Mauser and Lee Enfield) were commonly alike, but the hollow protruding sounds that made when breaking through the wind were tangibly noticeable to the ears of soldiers.

Half shakily reaching back for his rifle that hung by his side, the Corporal yanked it around to his front, muttering beneath his breath quietly, almost anticipating a rosy cheeked and brown haired male to thump in through the door at the end of the corridor, the volleys of fire incredibly close to his position - only problem was, Gero wasn’t sure if he was even in Nazi held territory anymore!? Escaping a close shave earlier with the Allies had him crawling through debris and scuttling through houses, trying to avoid detection. He wasn’t running, no, but trying to stay alive, the British assault had seemed to have caught them a little off-guard, Gero in particular.

Taking a quick moistening lick to his dry lips, the man soon began to walk again, his body making a shuffling noise with every weary step as his back brushed against the wall. Coiling his hand out slowly towards the door at the end of the corridor, that presumably lead outside, he twisted the warm handle slowly and almost felt his heart stop as the lock mechanism loudly clunked open. “Ah…” he let out automatically, before holding his breath for a mere several seconds, awaiting to see if anyone heard him, although, with the gunfire nearby, he wasn’t so sure anyone nearby would’ve. Being safe than sorry, he didn’t take any mean chances, before eventually the door slowly draped open a few inches, his blue eye shimmering against the dim light of what seemed to be an alley? His pale complexion looking ghostly.

Suddenly two soldiers briskly walked by, causing Gero to freeze up in the process, only briefly catching a glimpse of their faces; adrenaline coursing through his veins had him drawing blanks within his mind on what to do next, foolishly not seeing what uniforms they were wearing within the brief moment that passed by. Plucking up what little courage he had, he took a chance, knowing if the passer bys were enemies, he could perhaps make a rear shot at them? Or better still, quietly sneak back into the house. Sadly, rifles only gave one good shot at a time and with two presumable enemies, he’d be a ‘goner’.

Opening the door further, Gero took one step out of the door, before his arms lugged up the heavy rifle to point off down the alley, his finger itching against the trigger, the cold steel of it burning his fingertip. Germans? The uniforms were dark, it had to be comrades! His arms eased quickly and his body pushed out of the doorway to drop his aim on them, shakily hoisting an arm up to shout out “He! Sie zwei! Wartezeit!” - he wasn’t desperate sounding, but a slight eagerness in his voice may’ve caused other’s to think he may’ve been desperate. Eager to be reunited with his comrades, Gero couldn’t care less for what he came across like, as hours of loneliness beneath lonely roofs with enemy tongues all around had made him nervous… Paranoid.

Translations:[/b]

He! Sie zwei! Wartezeit!
- Hey! You two! Wait!

[hanskrueger]

OOG: It’s cool, this is an experiment to show that people can roleplay first and third person without one or the other feeling left out, so please, continued with the third person.

IG: Wait! What was that? My eyes opened wide as I heard the shaky German voice. Spinning around on my heels, I lifted my rifle to my shoulder, the iron sights dead on the pale figure within the house. The Waffen soldier that had saved me turned around just as I did, dropping down to one knee in the process.

“Er ist ein freundliches,” I told the soldier beside me, out of the corner of my eye I could see his trigger finger ease off the trigger and slip out of the guard. After telling the soldier that I’d speak with the German, he nodded and turned to run off down the lane, but he suddenly slumped to the ground, dust shooting off under the pressure of his body. The gunshot was loud, but I could tell it was far off, probably down the other end of the alley. Without hesitation, I shot off towards the pale German soldier in the house, behind me a bullet meant for me shot by just after a loud bang.

“Es ist ein Scharfschütze! Unten erhalten!” My voice was hoarse, but that didn’t matter as I plowed into the German knocking him and myself through the door he had entered the house through. We both landed with a thud and I simply laid there for a few seconds to catch my breath, the dust blew from my face creating a small cloud after every breath.

“Bist du okaykamerad? Bist du Schmerzen?” The sound of my voice had turned from hoarse, to shaky, as I slowly pushed myself to a sitting position and pulled myself over to a wall to sit against.

“Du gut? Etwas Wasser wünschen?” Reaching for my canteen, I pulled off the lid and handed the small metallic container to him. It was of utmost importance that we got back to our side of the lines, but as the fire died down, I wasn’t sure if we were in German territory anymore.

Translations:
“Er ist ein freundliches,”
- “It’s a friendly”

“Es ist ein Scharfschütze! Unten erhalten!”
- “It’s a sniper! Get down!”

“Bist du okay kamerad? Bist du Schmerzen?”
- “Are you okay comrade? Are you hurt?”

“Du gut? Etwas Wasser wünschen?”
- “You alright? Would you like some water?”

[∬: Gero A. Fritz]

OOC: Oh okay, does seem strange reading your posts then mine. Never really role played with both first and third person views before, makes a change though I suppose. =)

IC:

As Gero’s voice beckoned into the warm air, he did anticipate a quick reaction, but on the other hand, he didn’t anticipate the ends of barrels roughly aimed towards him. Perhaps the heat and fatigue of trying to remain visual - yet silent, had dampened his tactical mind and strategic thinking, of course they’d raise their armoury; until all was safe and established. Looking onwards none the less towards the two men, Gero slowly went to raise his hands out of sheer worry that they’d shoot him, his throat tightening up as he began to think of something he could say!? Yet his mind drew further blanks, until the inevitable gunshot bellowed down the alley, instinctively making Corporal Fritz eyes close and his body shudder, thinking he was hit.

Standing idle for a moment, his eyes slithered open gently, looking onwards a running male who shouted with a hoarse to his gullet ‘Sniper!’. Feeling his bottom lip drape open and his eyes widen, Gero twisted on his heels, grasping for his rifle in the process, mainly trying to move out of the male’s way as he charged towards him, before a full hardy thump beckoned against his abdomen and the Corporal felt his feet quickly pacing backwards to accommodate the male’s pushing back the way he came.

Uttering out slight gasps of breaths, Gero’s fingers darted towards the man’s clothing, trying not to stumble over as he felt the man push onwards into the house, before collapsing down against the floor, leaving Gero half tip toeing forwards to gain balance, his hands roaming outwards to pride against the wall - just stopping himself from landing on the man who dashed at him, his own body slumping down against a wall; opposite to which the male soon drew himself up and sat against, leaving Gero on his knees, staring through the floorboards in a sheer ‘oh god what is happening?’ expression sprawled against his face.

Eventually his body twisted and his buttocks hit the ground, followed by the heavy weight of his rifle down beside him. The man had saved him? Or did he save the man? He wasn’t too sure, all he knew, was that he was back at square one - but with someone else, that was a bonus, no more loneliness. “Ich bin fein... Ich bin fein…” he muttered out twice, his hands patting against his body just to make sure he wasn’t shot or missing a limb, somehow? Gero’s eyes slithering up towards the man who soon offered him water, Corporal Fritz’s expression gleaming to the offer, as his dirty rough hand drew up to grasp from his hand, nodding some in gesture before saying something “Sind vielen Dank, Sie - stimmt zu?” Gero soon questioned back quickly, whilst he tipped his head back and swigged from the bottle, the water warm, yet succulent.

Extending his arm, he gave back the canteen, breaking a half generous smile to speak again “Nicht nimmt an, dass Sie den Heimweg kennen? Das Land das alle Aussehen von diesem toten Mann das gleiche zu mir” the Corporal furrowed out with a cuff of his sleeve against his forehead, feeling the sweat drool from off him, the heat unbearable.

Translations:[/b]

Ich bin fein... Ich bin fein...
- I am fine… I am fine…

Sind vielen Dank, Sie - stimmt zu?
- Thank you, are you - okay?

Nicht nimmt an, dass Sie den Heimweg kennen? Das Land das alle Aussehen von diesem toten Mann das gleiche zu mir.
- Don't suppose you know the way home? This dead man's land all looks the same to me.

[hanskrueger]

“Yeah, I think we just have to go the opposite way that I and that other soldier were going. We were trying to flank the British,” Hearing the man speak settled my nerves a little bit, especially after thinking that me crashing into the pale weak man could have killed him. Slowly, the world stopped spinning, but at the same time the loud rat-tat-tat of gunfire died down. Perhaps the battled was over? If it was, were we even in German territory anymore?

I shot the man across me a worried look before rising up my feet and dusting off the yellow dust from my grey uniform…but where was my gun? Frantically my head spun around, my eyes darting around the debris within the house for any signs of my rifle. However, as I soon found out, my rifle wasn’t within the walls of the small house. It was outside, in the middle of the street. Worried about stressing out the other soldier, I wiped off my worried look and tried to climb my way through the ruined house.

“Follow me, I think I may have found a way out of here,” Turing around, I motioned with a arm for the soldier to followed me as I half stumbled through the only clear doorway that I could see. Darkness enveloped me as I disappeared deeper into the unlit corridor. Within seconds, I found out it wasn’t a corridor, but rather it was a staircase that led down. As I fell forward down the stairs, I flung out my arm to try and grab something, but I caught nothing but air. Realizing that it might hurt should I land on my head, I did a sort of half front flip and landed on the stairs on my back sliding down deeper into the cellar.

Within seconds I landed with a thud on the cold dirt ground of the cellar with little more than a scrapped up back and sore ankle. Rising to my feet, I took a look around. At first, my eyesight was only about five feet, but as I stood there looking out into the dark, my eyes slowly adjusted. As I moved deeper into the damp cellar, my eyes spotted a piece of string hanging down before me, and cautiously I pulled down on the end. Click-Click. I thought I was dead.

However, it was quite the opposite, for now the cellar was lit up from the single light bulb that hung safely above my head.

Translations:
“Yeah denke ich, dass wir nur gehen müssen die gegenüberliegende Weise, die I und die anderer Soldat gingen. Wir versuchten, die Briten anzugrenzen,”
- “Yeah, I think we just have to go the opposite way that I and that other soldier were going. We were trying to flank the British,”

“Follow-me, denke ich, dass ich einen Ausweg von hier gefunden haben kann,”
- “Follow me, I think I may have found a way out of here,”

[∬: Gero A. Fritz]

Wiping one of his rugged mittens down his face, he felt his fingers drag away at the grime and dirt that’d stuck to his sweaty face. The heat was continuous, never forgiving, which made it harder to feel refreshed and clean; sand, grit, dirt attaching to you from all corners of your body and face when the wind blew, even the mildest pace of sweat could make any man miserable. Oh, how horrible the sun was. He’d never venture out for a hot holiday again, if he so lived this terrifying chain of events.

The man mentioned about going back the way they came; perhaps a good start? Gero couldn’t agree any less, as he nodded briskly, wiping his dry lips a little against the back of his hand, glancing around slowly, beginning to feel paranoid again he was caught between the long tall walls of the building. He wasn’t costrophobic, but being stuck in one place for too long did get too him, who wouldn’t it get too after a while? Feeling like you were in a cell; stuck in one place. The feeling made him shudder horribly to the thought, he didn’t want to be stuck in the old broken down house anymore, it’d already sustained enough warfare to still be standing.

Suddenly the fellow male abruptly stood and gave a slight worried look, but soon brushed it aside as he briskly paced off with a sudden way out? Gero’s eyes narrowed a little and his lower lip draped open, as if he wanted to say something, but didn’t bother - his legs shuffled beneath him and his hands grabbed at the hot wood to his rifle, pushing it against the ground to lever himself up, already tired and exhausted from running and hiding, but didn’t dare complain, as he knew the man could be onto something good - a way back to their frontlines, home! Well -- if you could call it home, salvation sounds better.

Scrunching up his nose a little, Gero blew a bale of hot-air up against his face, as the feeling of matted strands of hair furrowed down against his face, sticking to his forehead. Sure, he did have a good soldier’s haircut, but being deprived from most privileges for a while, the barber hadn’t been near nor’ by, so his hair had grown a good length. Fumbling his legs forwards a little, as if he cautiously took each step forwards, Corporal Fritz followed the man’s lead; half stopping between each couple of paces to look up, making sure he was still there, which soon beckoned to be questioned as the man disappeared!? Followed by a full hardy muffled tumble downwards beneath his feet, the floorboards bouncing against each thump and drag.

Hurrying to the open doorway, Gero squinted, stepping forwards a little - again thinking it was another room, until he felt his foot hit a space of open air, his hands grabbing against the pine wood of the doorframe to pull himself back wearily, a worried look sprawled against his face as he realized the notion of a stairway laid beneath his feet. “Kamerad? Sie stimmen zu!?” Gero hollered out, listening to his voice echo ever so slightly as it travelled downwards, his body leaning forwards to try and look into the dark for any answers, until a sudden light engulfed the room below and his breath caught a little in his throat, seeming a little surprised.

“Ich komme herunter…” he said firmly, putting on a brave act as he began to march down the stairs, his rifle gripped between his palms as he made haste in hurrying on the man’s location, eventually facing a figure a mere stone’s throw away “Sie verletzen? Es ist nicht jeder Tag eine Männerstürze einen Keller hinunter, wenn er versucht, einen Weg aus seinem Haus zu finden…” Gero said light heartedly, smiling a little to take a deep breath, hoping the man didn’t find him perculiar for making a light hearted joke of the situation.

Translations:[/b]

Kamerad? Sie stimmen zu!?
- Comrade?! You okay!?

Ich komme herunter...
- I'm coming down...

Sie verletzen? Es ist nicht jeder Tag eine Männerstürze einen Keller hinunter, wenn er versucht, einen Weg aus seinem Haus zu finden...
- You hurt? It's not every day a man falls down a cellar when he tries to find a way out of his house...

[cymraeg123]

Rhodri rounded the corner and saw that the road was empty. There were signs that there had been a gunfight here quite recently. There were a few dead bodies scattered across the street. He heard a groan and turned around with his gun raised. He saw a british private who had been shot in the side.

'Get out of here... Save yourself,' he said softly. Then he closed his eyes and took his last breath.

Rhodri opened his bag and took out the spare ammo clips and turned back on himself and returned to his Battalion. He told the commander what he had seen and what had happened.

The commander took note of this and plotted the attack roughly in the right place on the map. Rhodri went back to his tent which he shared with the other two corporals and two of the sergeants. He told them what had happened and they discussed what had happened in the time that he had gone to scout the area with his squad who had all been separated from him during a small German ambush in one of the alleys. Rhodri was lucky to have been able t find cover and kill the Germans before thay had shot him.

[Daniel Brennan]

Well, yeah the thread is old and you need to buy units for you to use them in combat.

[PuNk! ™]

Thread Closed:[/b]

This thread was meant to be closed and moved a while ago, the following CP has been issued:

Quick List;

• Hans Krueger: 15CP
  
• Gero A. Fritz: 17CP
  
• Rhodri Williams: 3CP
  ~ This is due to unoffical Role Playing (entered an inactive thread)
  

~Danny[/color]