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Post by A.ngel on Jun 20, 2006 19:43:19 GMT -5
(schadenfreude? lol)
Miss yelped in pain but then snarled and dove for the cats neck.. She was not one prone to fighting, but this cat was just really annoying her. She growled and awaited the taste of coppery blood in her mouth.
Angel twisted away from his kisses and shuddered. She wouldn't make the same mistake she made with Roy and Steve. No. She wouldnt give into it. Her blonde hair was messy now, and her scoop neck tank top was getting pulled further and further down. She clamped her arms over her chest, so he wouldn't get any ideas about taking her shirt off. She turned as far as possibly away from him, tears streaming down her face.
"No!" She shrieked, trying to free her arms to scratch him or hit him or... anything.
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Post by Heinrich Zöhler on Jun 21, 2006 14:07:33 GMT -5
"No!"
The scream was loud and terrified, its tone clearly feminine. A girl was in trouble--or, if one was into fairy tales, a damsel in distress.
Well, Heinrich Zöhler was definitely not a knight in shining armor, but he had heard the scream and instantly turned from his walk along the river towards the sound of it. Dark eyes scanned the trees briefly, searching for the source of the shriek and finding nothing. But of course no one was in sight: Heinrich was a very observant person, and despite the fact that he was absorbed in his thoughts and memories as he often was after a bottle of schnapps the liquor hadn't been enough to dull his mind or his senses. Anyone in the area would have been spotted and marked, but there had been no one to see.
Without thinking, Heinrich ducked into the shadows of a tall tree towards the origin of the scream. He was a fast runner, fit and quiet in his steps, but as soon as he was off the path the realization of what he was doing hit him like a ton of bricks and effectively stopped him at the base of a large maple tree that he knew to be near the vacant lot, which he had often visited in the past. It wasn't that he was afraid--nothing scared him anymore simply because he cared about very little--but because what he was wearing was a danger to himself.
Thoughtlessly and because the evening was a chilly one, he had taken his old leather flying jacket out of its trunk and slipped it on. Seeing as he had very little money, he had nothing else, but although he had removed most of the insignia to remain inconspicuous over the years the Luftwaffe eagle with the tiny swastika in its talons was still very visible on his chest and the bars of his rank remained on his lapels. Cursing quietly in German, Heinrich cast about for an idea, knowing he couldn't possibly leave the girl in danger. Spotting a clump of dirt, he grabbed a handful and rubbed it over the eagle, taking great care to make sure that the swastika was covered. Good riddance, he thought absently has he turned his attentions to the Oberleutnant patches on the lapels, just giving them a quick coating to make them less noticeable before dashing off and breaking out into the open of the vacant lot.
A well-dressed teeange boy was leaning over a cringing girl, malicious intentions clearly present in his mind. Suddenly angry, more angry then he had felt in years, Heinrich started forward, fists clenched.
"Hey, you! Let her go!"
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Post by Cade on Jun 21, 2006 18:10:01 GMT -5
Dedrick turned his face toward the man who had so suddenly entered the scene. After a sharp glare at Angel he straightened his back and smiled a devilish smile at Heinrich. "Whadda ya want?"
Jeroen moved out of the way with a sneer. "You're a good fighter - for a dog. But very ignorant. I thought dogs were supposed to be a man's best friend, yet you don't seem care what happens to her."
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Post by A.ngel on Jun 21, 2006 18:25:40 GMT -5
"And you seem to think about your human, cat?" Miss laughed cruelly. She smirked and looked at the man entering the area.
Angel hung her head, knowing better than to talk. She took a deep breath and smiled warily at Heinrich. "Uh, this is my... uh, brother." She said, looking at her toes. From years of being messed with, she knew it was better to cover for them.
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Post by Cade on Jun 21, 2006 18:42:18 GMT -5
Dedrick held back a laugh at that. Interesting excuse, if not a decent one. "Yeah."
"My human?" Jeroen wrinkled his nose. "Couldn't care less about him."
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Post by A.ngel on Jun 21, 2006 18:46:18 GMT -5
Angel looked down at her feet again. She knew this was a chance, if her only chance, to get away from him, but if he found her some other time... He'd be twice as cruel. She tried to looked convincing to Heinrich.
Miss shook her head and looked down at Jeroen. "Than don't rag on me and my human." She said, sitting down, tail curled round her paws.
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Post by Heinrich Zöhler on Jun 21, 2006 18:58:40 GMT -5
"Whadda ya want?" the boy demanded roughly, shooting a glare at the girl who still remained within his grasp. Heinrich narrowed his eyes dangerously at the youth's tone: oh, bad, bad idea, little kid. Playing the American "tough guy". It was all the same, soldiers and children and civilians too, and it was really starting to irritate him. Interesting, he hadn't felt this upset about something in a while--in fact, he hadn't felt anything this strongly for about the same amount of time. This bit of information, however, was pushed aside. Now was the time to focus on the moment, not dissect the psychology of it.
The blond-haired girl shot a wavering smile Heinrich's way, saying quite clearly and so both could hear easily, "Uh, this is my... uh, brother."
Brother? There was only a short flicker of confusion in the ex-pilot's mind before he realized what the teenaged girl was getting at: she was trying a bluff. Best to keep up with the ruse, Heinrich decided, noting her quick-thinking with grudging respect. The boy, however, didn't seem very fooled: his lip curled in derision as if he were trying to conceal a harsh bark of laughter. His attempted victim continued staring at her feet--she wasn't about to give up yet, he could tell.
Heinrich took several more steps, his dark blue eyes glinting fiercely in the twilight as he glared daggers at the boy. "I really don't think you're in a position to question me or her, little boy," he hissed. "Why don't you head on home before you get hurt and leave my sister alone?"
There--his addition to the brother/sister ruse. Let's hope it would work.
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Post by A.ngel on Jun 21, 2006 19:05:08 GMT -5
((no no, shes saying Dedrick is her brother)) Angel raised an eyebrow. His brother? She wasn't anyone's brother, especially this man. She chewed her lip and sat down on the bench again. Just... go. She silently mused to Heinrick. Her blonde locks tumbled in front of her fragile face as she hung her head and hoped for the best. She couldn't say he was trying to hurt her, because then Dedrick would find her later.
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Post by Heinrich Zöhler on Jun 21, 2006 19:07:35 GMT -5
[OOC] Okay, sorry, major confusion there...maybe I should redo that post.
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Post by A.ngel on Jun 21, 2006 19:13:32 GMT -5
(its ok.)
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Post by Cade on Jun 22, 2006 16:16:23 GMT -5
Dedrick arched an eyebrow at that but said nothing the first moments. Then he looked from one to the other, wondering, trying to decide if what the man had said was true or not. He wasn't too dull to figure out that if Heinrich were indeed family he himself would be in trouble.
He rose and walked over to Heinrich. "Oh really? Prove it."
"You're an interesting one," commented Jeroen. "What does it take to make you angry?"
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Post by A.ngel on Jun 23, 2006 6:03:50 GMT -5
Angel looked at her shoes more and held her head in her hands. She could run right now... Why wouldn't she? Maybe it was because she loved the attention guys gave her... Good or bad. She sighed and patted Miss on the head.
Miss rolled her eyes at Jeroen. "Oh I try." She smirked. "And why would I tell you cat?"
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Post by Heinrich Zöhler on Jun 25, 2006 15:17:45 GMT -5
[OOC] Okay...I think Dedrick and I were both under the impression that Ang was saying Heinrich was her brother to get away from Dedrick, so if that's okay I'll just reply to that. Majority rules...? Let me know if there's problems with that.
[BIC] "Oh really? Prove it," the boy challenged derisively, rising boldly and starting towards Heinrich.
The ex-aviator was unprepared for the sudden aggression: clearly, the kid was going to take things a little further down the path of protecting his reputation as the dominant one present by getting violent. That couldn't happen, Heinrich knew well. He didn't want trouble, because trouble meant attention--maybe even the police, and God knew he didn't want them to lock him up. He couldn't be a prisoner again, even if it was only for a little while, but it wouldn't be for a little while, he knew. The police wanted records, proof that you were legal and real, and they couldn't do much with German military papers that had lost their value after the surrender in '45 or prisoner records for a POW camp in Alabama that had never been stamped with the release notice signifying that the prisoner could leave or had been shipped back to Germany. Heinrich had nothing along the lines of what they would want, an American passport or even a green card, and thus he couldn't let the police get their hands on him.
But the girl...
Heinrich glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He just couldn't leave her here--this kid was not one to walk away from from what he wanted. He always got what he wanted, that was obvious, and he wouldn't know how to accept a denial. If he left, the boy would hurt her, and everything that Heinrich had been taught in the prestigious officer's school his family had managed to send him to went completely against that. Never leave a lady in distress. Never walk away from a fight if you have been insulted. Both were lessons that had been hammered into him at a young age, and he had lived by them for most of the war years and even afterwards.
Sighing mentally, he edited his past thought: he couldn't let the police get their hands on him. Scare the kid, bloody him up a bit so he doesn't talk if absolutely necessary, and leave. At least, something roughly along those lines.
"I don't think I need to prove anything, kid," he snapped in response, allowing his hand to stray to the pocket of his disguised flying jacket. It was tempting to wipe away the mud hiding the insignia just to scare the rich boy, let him get a good look at what he had grown up fearing, but that was just another easy way to get sent to jail. Instead, Heinrich surreptiously rested his hand inside his pocket, curling his fingers around the handle of the long fallschirmjäger, or paratrooper, knife used by German paratroopers during the war to hack through the heavy canvas of their chute after the landing and defend themselves if need be. It was a wicked blade, razor sharp as always and stamped with the Fallschirmjäger symbol of a diving eagle within a black triangle at the metal handle, but Heinrich was unwilling to reveal it just yet. Better to see if he could scare the kid off first.
Taking a bold step forward himself to meet the boy, he glared dangerously, meeting the teen's eyes with his own pair of murderous dark blue ones. "I said leave her alone. I've said it twice. If you know what's good for you, you better not wait around to hear it for a third time. Otherwise..." He let that trail off threateningly, curling his free hand into a fist. The other one he kept in his pocket, keeping a casual air to the gesture so it would not seem as if he was really ready to pull out a knife. With any luck, he wouldn't have to...
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Post by Cade on Jun 25, 2006 17:14:15 GMT -5
OOC: Now I'm confused as well.... *reads through posts again* I think that was it.... I'll post a reply in a moment.
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Post by Heinrich Zöhler on Jun 25, 2006 17:20:31 GMT -5
[OOC] Cool...just watching Serenity on the computer and refreshing this page from time to time.
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