Post by Leon Wolfgang on Feb 11, 2008 19:26:31 GMT
*Rated Thread // Mild language below*
Time: 8:47pm
Leon’s feet briskly walked down one of the long narrow cobbled pathways, his arms cradling a brown paperback, fresh bread and fruit within, a small start to filling his cupboards. It’d been a while since he’d been back home, well, if he could call it home anymore? The Flight Lieutenant had been granted a small break, the calm before the storm some would say. His beloved Germany had been turned upside down since his departure, a ghetto had been installed and the Nazis were furiously throwing their power around. Uttering the word ‘Jew’ in public would cost you your tongue now; no matter what your stature, you’d be proclaimed an accessory to aiding the enemy.
His feet clapped against the cold cobbled pathway, briskly walking along, mainly avoiding the cold more than anything. Leon had never felt insecure in Germany before; now he couldn’t help but feel insecure, as curtains draped closed quickly as he walked by and lights suddenly turned off. His piercing blue eyes and rugged ash blonde hair most likely didn’t earn him any brownie points with the locals, more so, he was still wearing his uniform. A smart tunic, nothing too fancy, it was only his pilot uniform, a tight snug fitting uniform at that - made that way to allow him quicker movement on the airstrip, when sprinting to his fighter.
As his leather boots clicked against the cobbled path, another set of footsteps eerily began to emit from down the dormant and dark alley of sorts. It was typically a street, but since the ratting out of Jewish people and strict curfews placed on them, people tried to stray away from venturing out at nights. This was only the first day Leon had been back home, he’d been granted a week, at most, relaxation time, but the thoughts of Relaxation began to fade, as Leon twisted his body to look behind himself… The footsteps creeping him out, an eerie long shadow running up the building side from the dim street lights, a certainty that someone was perhaps following him?
Without notice, a sudden thump smacked against Leon’s chest, crushing his loaf of bread within the paper bag, as he unconsciously let go of it. Fruit and bread spattered across the hard ground, the Pilot’s eyes widened in shock for a moment, as his feet stumbled backwards, his piercing blue eyes latching onto a rough looking male, bearing an arm-band with the star of David - how foolish he’d leave it on, when lurking out of the ghetto? As the brute of a male lurched inwards to swing a makeshift bat, a hard splintery plank of wood against Leon’s torso, the Pilot threw his hands out, grabbing it within the brink of the moment, yanking the man forwards. Leon’s body shuffled a little as the weak, yet large man fell against him, the Jewish man’s eyes wide and crazy as he began to grip into Leon’s tunic, trying to push him backwards.
“Was machen Sie!?” Leon spat out sternly, as he felt his body being pushed backwards against a nearby building’s wall, his own hands shoving up against the man’s jaw and neck, clenching tightly to try and suffocate him enough that the man would draw back for breath - which the Jewish male did after a brief moment. “Sie fickend Nazi!”[/i] the Jew said angrily, rubbing his throat to spit at Leon’s feet, before grunting and throwing himself towards the Pilot again, obviously more interested in killing him, than running off with his goods on the ground.
As Leon embraced the man’s weight again, he felt the brute thump a few fistful of punches into his gut, causing Leon to lean against the male’s shoulder, coughing. He was never a good fighter, but he never gave-up either, as the Pilot suddenly lost his temper, leaning his head back to gain a swing of a momentum to thump the Jew with his forehead, knocking the man backwards slightly. The Pilot slumped a little against the wall, having just head-butt the fellow brute, holding his forehead slightly, before looking up to the Jew who scuffled into his pocket for something - seeming more angry than before? A glistening object emitted within the darkness, Leon’s eyes widening as he scrambled to his hip for his own weapon, hoping he didn’t need it, his Lugar firmly attached within the holster… A gasp threw from his throat, as he watched the Jew come at him again…
Translations:[/b]
Was machen Sie!?
- What are you doing!?
Sie fickend Nazi!
- You fucking Nazi!
Time: 8:47pm
Leon’s feet briskly walked down one of the long narrow cobbled pathways, his arms cradling a brown paperback, fresh bread and fruit within, a small start to filling his cupboards. It’d been a while since he’d been back home, well, if he could call it home anymore? The Flight Lieutenant had been granted a small break, the calm before the storm some would say. His beloved Germany had been turned upside down since his departure, a ghetto had been installed and the Nazis were furiously throwing their power around. Uttering the word ‘Jew’ in public would cost you your tongue now; no matter what your stature, you’d be proclaimed an accessory to aiding the enemy.
His feet clapped against the cold cobbled pathway, briskly walking along, mainly avoiding the cold more than anything. Leon had never felt insecure in Germany before; now he couldn’t help but feel insecure, as curtains draped closed quickly as he walked by and lights suddenly turned off. His piercing blue eyes and rugged ash blonde hair most likely didn’t earn him any brownie points with the locals, more so, he was still wearing his uniform. A smart tunic, nothing too fancy, it was only his pilot uniform, a tight snug fitting uniform at that - made that way to allow him quicker movement on the airstrip, when sprinting to his fighter.
As his leather boots clicked against the cobbled path, another set of footsteps eerily began to emit from down the dormant and dark alley of sorts. It was typically a street, but since the ratting out of Jewish people and strict curfews placed on them, people tried to stray away from venturing out at nights. This was only the first day Leon had been back home, he’d been granted a week, at most, relaxation time, but the thoughts of Relaxation began to fade, as Leon twisted his body to look behind himself… The footsteps creeping him out, an eerie long shadow running up the building side from the dim street lights, a certainty that someone was perhaps following him?
Without notice, a sudden thump smacked against Leon’s chest, crushing his loaf of bread within the paper bag, as he unconsciously let go of it. Fruit and bread spattered across the hard ground, the Pilot’s eyes widened in shock for a moment, as his feet stumbled backwards, his piercing blue eyes latching onto a rough looking male, bearing an arm-band with the star of David - how foolish he’d leave it on, when lurking out of the ghetto? As the brute of a male lurched inwards to swing a makeshift bat, a hard splintery plank of wood against Leon’s torso, the Pilot threw his hands out, grabbing it within the brink of the moment, yanking the man forwards. Leon’s body shuffled a little as the weak, yet large man fell against him, the Jewish man’s eyes wide and crazy as he began to grip into Leon’s tunic, trying to push him backwards.
“Was machen Sie!?” Leon spat out sternly, as he felt his body being pushed backwards against a nearby building’s wall, his own hands shoving up against the man’s jaw and neck, clenching tightly to try and suffocate him enough that the man would draw back for breath - which the Jewish male did after a brief moment. “Sie fickend Nazi!”[/i] the Jew said angrily, rubbing his throat to spit at Leon’s feet, before grunting and throwing himself towards the Pilot again, obviously more interested in killing him, than running off with his goods on the ground.
As Leon embraced the man’s weight again, he felt the brute thump a few fistful of punches into his gut, causing Leon to lean against the male’s shoulder, coughing. He was never a good fighter, but he never gave-up either, as the Pilot suddenly lost his temper, leaning his head back to gain a swing of a momentum to thump the Jew with his forehead, knocking the man backwards slightly. The Pilot slumped a little against the wall, having just head-butt the fellow brute, holding his forehead slightly, before looking up to the Jew who scuffled into his pocket for something - seeming more angry than before? A glistening object emitted within the darkness, Leon’s eyes widening as he scrambled to his hip for his own weapon, hoping he didn’t need it, his Lugar firmly attached within the holster… A gasp threw from his throat, as he watched the Jew come at him again…
Translations:[/b]
Was machen Sie!?
- What are you doing!?
Sie fickend Nazi!
- You fucking Nazi!
