Jessica walked around the house to the front door no use climbing the window it looks sneaky and she was already in enough trouble. jessica stopped in front of the office door she heard her brother talking with someother officer she did not recgonise she pressed her ear against the door.

ooc: we need a way to bring all the characters together any thoughts?or ideas?

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(When did Marseilles become Lyon? "la maman est-il bien"[shes a bit mascuiline dont u think?] Note Marseilles is not central France)

Dr. Mengele paced back and forth holding a folder in front of Ivan. To break the silance Ivan began, "So, my dear doctor, interesting assistants u have."
"Fools, disobeying orders. I should have both him and u executed right now. Tell me why should i not?"
"Simple, there is need for both of us."
"Oh and what would that be?"
"Im sure u are in need of competent minds are u not?"
"We have many in germany. Why would i need u?"
"I believe u already know the answer."
"Oh?"
"The truth is that u dont need me. I may even prove dangerous. The best choice u can make is to have me taken out into the woods and shot."
"Well i have an even better plan," Then Mengele, motioning to the guards near the door, "Take him to Buma. Gas him!"

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We are enslaved by freedom

....

it seems Doom is really trying to keep Realistic
funny ..
shudders*

Jessica pressed her ear agaisnt the door listening she could not make out the words said but they sounded ruthless. Jessica rushed up the stairs when she heard chairs being pushed and footsteps comming to the door. the door opened and in the doorway was Anton." miss Reiker what are you doing up?" he hissed " i was just.." Jessica stammered Anton looked worried " never mind, Jess really theres a matter i want to talk to you about,"

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(You're an idoit! She and her son are traveling OUT of Central France. And I originally was going to say Lyon, but I realized it was closer to Germany.)

Bev and Madame arrived at the trainstation. They waited for their shoes and clothes to dry a bit beforegoing into the station. It was early evening by the time they crept into the station. They found it was riddled with German soldiers. Bev cursed to herself. "They'll never let us out without papers from their commander!" She realized she was still in her uniform and took off her peacoat and field cap. In French she said to Madame, "We cannot get you on the train with tickets. You will have to sneak on. I'll be right back." Bev snuck over behind a German soldier talking to prisoner attendant about train schedule, luckily in French. "Train 205-7016 will be diverted to Strousburg on the border, 205-7048 will go to Marseilles, and the Italians. 205-6099 will go to Lyon." Bev went back to Madame and explained: "You cannot go to your relatives in Marseilles. It is occupied by the Italians. I want you to go to Lyon, then take the river up into Switzerland. We must get you on that train."

They crept onto the tracks and searched the engines for their cerial numbers. They found their train, and went to a car far back that was full of sacks of grain, some onions, cucumbers, turnips, and, randomly, some pots of sugar. "This looks good. You will have plenty to eat. Just be careful who you talk to. They will leave by 6 tonight. Good luck, Madame. I will try to keep your house for when you get back." Bev left before she broke down. She ran through the trainyard into the forest back towards the British (now German) base.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Anton steered Jessica away from earshot to a coat closet he handed her a coat and they strolled outside together. " Jessica i know there are still Allied forces here in the base i know thier fate, you have to get them out of here" Jessica stopped " vhat?" " jess if you don't more will die "

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Bev neared the edge of the village through the forest. She stopped for a moment to untangle her skirt from some brambles and heard faint voices, one male, one female. She stooped down and listened intently to the baritone mutterings of the man.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(Cue Jessica)

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(Ive been thinking should we just have all the characters get sent to the camps in order to group everyone back together?)

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We are enslaved by freedom

hey thats a great death wish! we should do it! no im honest we should!)

Jessica looked around for the answer " i can't it's too far from reach!" she whispered " find all you can , i know you can Jess i have seen men die for somehting they believe in i dont' expect you to die but i know if theres any one on this earth that can help those in need it's you.." Anton said tucking a lose stray hair behind jessica's ear. Jessica leaned her head on his chest " vaht about you ?" jessica asked " easy, i will go with you but for now you have to work alone then when you think you have everyone we will flee this.." ANton stopped and looked around " we better head back you may be missed, and we dont' want to take a chance of being captured by the Allies just yet."

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Ayita's stomach turned. Her head throbbed. The world was spinning in a terrible sadistic parody of the dance of childhood, of life, of birth and she didn't like it one bit.
Akri's sick
Spin.
Mama and Papa are dead
Trob. Throb.
My boyfriend is missing
Spin.

Ayita's emaciated legs were weakening under the weight of her shoulders and the thoughts and the world and it seemed like everything was hailing down around her. She knew that if she didn't sit down that she would break. She knew that if she did not sit down that she would spin until she fell into the sleep she wanted so badly yet knew she could not be granted yet. Ayita knew that if she didn't rest that the plates in her hand would fall and she....
A red skirt rips and knees shock from the contact with the hardwood floor. Hair falls into her sunken face. Past the raven folds eyes are deep and broken like a horse after a beating. Bitten lips no longer form the ambiguous smile they once did and a scar lines an eyebrow.
Ayita sits there, no longer a human, she is a sum of her parts, nothing more.
She hadn't heard of her siblings or her boyfriend, but she knew that they were probably quicker to resist then Mama and surely taken.
Mama and Papa are dead.
Drei is dead.
We're not all gone, but we do not live.
I make food daily for the ungrateful and I haven't eaten in four days.
She struggled to keep from getting sick and attempted to get up, her knees sore.
"Prohasar man opre pirende - sa muro djiben semas opre chengende"
(Bury me standing - I've been on my knees all my life)

A soldier passed through the hallway brushing past her. "Shut up with your scum." He then proceeded to spit in her hair.

Angry she grumbled in romany, "Bengesko niamso, Ka xlia ma pe tute" (Cursed German, I am going to sh*t on you)

As she stood she bumped into a redhead.
*cue Jessica*

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Having waited I have been elf counseled towards peace -meaning of my name

"Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me."

are we in drma class cuz Cue is what we use...

Anton Lead Jessica back to the main house through the kitchen door Anton kissed her cheek before dashing deeper into the base. Jessica walked into the kitchen and was run into by a girl not much younger than her. " goodness i very sorry" she cried as she studied the other. Jessica was very frightened that she may have hurt the girl. " are you okay?"

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Bev heard the voices move off, and she let out a sigh. She crept the rest of the way back to Madame's burnt out shell of a home. She went to the basement and took a jar of preserved pears from one of the shelves. She took out her standard-issue pocket knife and tapped the tin lid to break the seal. "Here's to...better days." She drank down some of the juice before she went to look for one last tin of crackers or loaf of bread. She found some crackers and enjoyed the meagre meal.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(I didn't know what else to say, lol, I need you to respond to this Jessica)
Ayita looked up at the kind girl in front of her and her eyes slightly welled at the small kindness. She had a little trouble understanding what had been said to her but could figure the caring.

"Yes, I am fine,Nais tuke(Thank you)
Bolde tut, kako (Please turn away)" Ayita gestured for Jessica to look away but saw her peeking when she heard the crackling sound of ripping her skirt even.She picked up her plates, remembering the soldier and found herself scared that this new girl would be like all of the other people here. She didn't seek revenge yet they were there hating her for no apparent reason. So Ayita did what she always did when she became scared. Took a chance.

"Kaski san?"Ayita remembered that this girl did not look very roma...she was a gadjensa. She struggled to speak to the girl in english. "Whose are you?" Ayita formulated another sentence,"Kaski niamso? Are you German?" Ayita quickly noticed the error of the question and rephrased, "So-ree" She tried to pronounce and then slipped again, "Fuhrer-Jekh dilo kerel but dile hai but dile keren dilimata(Fuhrer-One madman makes many madmen, and many madmen make madness.)

"Mashkar le gadjende leski shib si le Romeski zor...Strangers all around...Romenski's only defense is her tongue. But you seem good." Ayita's stuttering stopped and she spoke more confidently. " I am looking for my brother." She gestured her hand at her waste, "He this high. If you find, you say him that I seek, right?" Suddenly and uncomfortably she stuck out her hand in a gesture she knew was friendly, but foreign, "Ayita, you?" Impulsively, as if to do it before she changed her mind, the talkative girl realized she owed a bit of kindness for the smile brought, "Jon del tut o nai shai dela tut wi o vast...She who would gives you one finger will also give you the whole hand. I should help you, jah?"

(Summary:Basically Ayita has ripped her skirt so that the already ripped place is not hanging on the floor. As a Roma or gypsy she is entitled to repay in full all kindness paid because there are very few ettiquette rules in her culture, merely give and take of favors.Their other main attraction is their constant disposition to speak in riddles. Jessica caring for her safety hits her hard so she owes quite a due. Looking at Jessica's lighter hair Ayita wonders if she is german. This is not meant as offence, but in reference to how she worries that hitler has infected all of the germans to madness. She realizes that she is being prejudiced and apologizes citing the fact that the only way gypsies can defend themselves is by talking back. She then introduces herself and looks for her brother and offers help-hence the hand coment)
(Calls out-Jessica!)

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Having waited I have been elf counseled towards peace -meaning of my name

"Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me."

Jessica helped the girl with the plates " yes i am of German birth " she said proudly " Jessica Rieker " she said shaking the others hand

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"Pleasure meeting you,Jess-ee-ka?" She struggled to pronounce her name. She thought about it for a moment. "Jess-i-ca Rei-kerr," She rolled the R instinctively, "Thank you. I must seek my brother, but my hand lies where you need it. You call if you want me to help you, yeh? You helped me."
She paused.
"The fire," She gestured to Jessica's copper hair, "Dies without the wood. In Roma we say Bi kashtesko merel i yagpIf you ever..." Ayita paused to include the next not wanting to unmask her eavesdropping,"I am said to distract," Ayita's eyebrow rose,"these men. Tis the roma girl's way A bit of bitter drink to flare the fire. If you need work or deestraction then shout on me."
She took a final nod at the girl.
"God be with ye."
With this Ayita walked away.

(Basically Ayita is offering help again to the 'fire-haired' Jessica in reference to her ability to distract them. To stir trouble (like throwing alcohol on a fire)

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Having waited I have been elf counseled towards peace -meaning of my name

"Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me."

Jessica watched as the other left feeling depressed again she slowly trudged up the stairs to her room. " is that what Anton is telling me about?"

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home