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Post by Helga Sinclair on Jul 2, 2007 22:35:37 GMT -5
Helga Sinclair the only woman Nazi officer at the Concentration camp in awhile if not the first ever. That was the reason she was tough, witty, sharp and took nothing from no one. She was serious and fierce and took pride in what she did, she like all Nazi thought Germany was prime and everyone who was German was prime as well. Her large blue eyes squinted as rain fell, she wore her officer suit, black knee high boots, and black tight pants, a white shirt but it was covered with a tight black jacket, which showed her curves. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she spoke in German with one officer.
Her eyes flickered to the officer she spoke with to another, Major Jurgen, he was an impressive man, and she had eyes for him, he was handsome and so well spread out both professional wise and others that she dare not mention out loud. But sadly like most men he was totally oblivious to the fact that Helga did care for him, they were friends but always seemed to be at odds at the same time. Her pouty lips pulled back into a smile when she saw him she turned and folded her arms across her chest. The sky was gray and clouds hung overhead as a light drizzle spilled down onto the muddy ground. The officer she was speaking too took the cue to leave.
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Post by Major Faxon Jurgen on Jul 2, 2007 22:54:52 GMT -5
Faxon watched as the other officer left, too slowly, in his opinion, then looked to Helga.
Ug. Another female in his camp. Better then the hound spy that did dirty his ground so, but only just. Women were woman, and this was a man's game. They had lots to contribute, he knew it, but why did they always manage to find a way into his camp, despite the measures he took to prevent it?
The Major nodded, giving a curt salute that went off on instinct now. They had been aquatics before her time here, but only in the last month or so had they ever really gotten to talk. She seemed down to earth, if a little edgy and quick to take offense. She didn't think twice about showing off her flawless frame, which had been sending his men into delirious fantasies. Their deprived bodies made their minds lax in her presence, and it was becoming rather annoying.
He would have to talk to her about that. Maybe now, if she didn't have anything to say to him. Which she probably did, with the way the officer was eying Faxon. She did that a lot, but then, so did every one. Always something to complain about, and his time seemed to be in high demand.
"Officer Sinclaire." He said, putting his hand back down to his side. "Anything I can do for you?"
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Post by Helga Sinclair on Jul 2, 2007 23:00:37 GMT -5
Helga smiled more “Perhaps Faxon” she said using his first name, she had been at this camp going on a month now and they had talked, she liked Faxon a good man a good nazi he knew how to get things done and how to make friends well. “Lovely morning is it not” she let a light laugh escape her before playfully touching his shoulder “it’s a joke your aloud to laugh…and smiling once in a while won’t break your face” she said her light German accent slipping through, she tugged at her black leather gloves. Her large blue eyes looked him over, he looks quite impressive in his uniform, but Helga quickly averted her eyes back up to his face, he was a tall man compared to her.
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Post by Major Faxon Jurgen on Jul 2, 2007 23:13:39 GMT -5
Faxon gave an inward sigh. He had asked her repeatedly to call him 'Major', but it was lost on her. There was little charm in defying him, but he made no comment.
"A lovely morning indeed." He said, not entirely enthusiastic. Faxon did give a little smile. It might not break his face, but doing it too much did make the other officers shifty.
He noticed her eyes roving over his body, and his smile turned into a smug grin. Howdy, and he did look fine, after all. Faxon was dressed in a traditional uniform, dark ebony with red stitching and silver trim. It was smooth, and looked to be a cotton fabric. Over that, he wore a heavy coat, reaching down to his ankles. Around his right upper arm was bound the emblem that fueled the countries symbolic craze: the Swastika. His boots were polished, but still scuffed. You couldn't expect to stay perfectly prim treading through this muck, day by frickin day. All you could do was try, and that took a tiering effort.
"What do you have to report?" He asked, breaking into any daydreams she might have been having.
[ooc]I almost fell asleep while writing this post xD |
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Post by Helga Sinclair on Jul 2, 2007 23:19:34 GMT -5
Helga gave a smirk when she saw him grin. “Nothing much Major, five prisoners are dead and about fifty new Jews arrived this morning at dawn” she said in a serious and professional voice, when it came to her job Helga did it 100%, her arms were still folded across her chest, it was getting slightly colder and she wasn’t wearing a long heavy jacket like Faxon, pity they had never given her one all of them were men sizes. Helga’s bright blue eyes glanced to some soldiers marching then back to the major. “Other then that not much is happening at this camp today” she said giving a bored sigh. Mornings at the Concentration camp were so dull Helga usually found herself taking long walks about the camp.
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Post by Major Faxon Jurgen on Jul 2, 2007 23:37:37 GMT -5
"Five this morning?" Which either meant five died in the night, or five since dawn broke. It really didn't matter, just so long as she was careful to cross their number off and send them to be burned.
Fifty, though. The numbers coming in were low so far this week. He knew there were more out there, millions more of their filth, but they were getting clever.
That, or Germany was lazy. Both were improbable.
Faxon nodded.
"Very good. And the agenda for today?"
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Post by Helga Sinclair on Jul 3, 2007 7:09:37 GMT -5
"Yes this morning Major" she said before putting her black leather gloved hands into her pockets, her eyes flickered to a tall grey building alitte ways off. "The agenda well I would like to go into a warm buildings and read the headlines....your welcomed to join me" she asked tilting her head slightly, all the Major and officers breaks had just started, and now all the soilders remained outside and partolled.
Not waiting for an awnser she turned and made her way to the building, inside she took off her gloves and sat down at a large wooden table. Taking the folded paper left from another gaurd she began to read, ALLIES MOVING FORWARD, was what her eyes saw, it gave her a pit feeling in her stomach, not good.
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Post by Major Faxon Jurgen on Jul 3, 2007 21:29:48 GMT -5
Not liking to have to follow her, but deciding it was better then staying out here, the major followed after the officer. He almost paused in the doorway, thinking over how he was going to spend his break, but still trailed after her. They could have some good discussions. Mainly him telling her how flawed her womanly tactics were. And please, in the name of God, stop acting so cute! It freaked his boys out.
Faxon removed his gloves and unbuttoned the front of his coat, putting the gloves in the pockets. Underneath the coat was an equity noble jacket, fine black cloth with silver stitches. He poured himself a cup of coffee (black, three sugars and no lid) and tilted his head to read what she was looking at.
Allies moving forward. Huh-little slow on the upkeep, eh Joey? Faxon sighed, taking a seat opposite of her and held the coffee between his bare hands. The warmth felt good.
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Post by Helga Sinclair on Jul 4, 2007 19:21:04 GMT -5
Helga looked up to Faxon as he removed his own gloves and unbuttoned his jacket. She gave a half smile and continued to read her paper. Reading the headlines they were very disturbing. Her large blue eyes flickered up to Faxon, she gave him another quick look, it bothered her that Faxon didn’t take kindly to her being an officer at his camp and a woman on top of that. She leaned forward on the table and folded her arms “alright Faxon what don’t you like abut me, I’ve seen the way you look at me when I talk to the men” she said it simple and bluntly, her light German accent slipping through the words. Her blue eyes fixed on him across the table.
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Post by Major Faxon Jurgen on Jul 9, 2007 13:01:22 GMT -5
He raised his eyebrows like he was surprised and sat down across from her, but didn’t reply right away. Instead he focused on his coffee, looking down at it without turning his head down more then an inch. He swirled it around twice to mix in the sugar and took a sip.
”I like you fine, Helga.” Using her first name in an offhand way. That might have belittled her, but then she did use his first name after all.
”But do you really think that this is the place for you? A bright young lady prancing around a concentration camp? Surely there is something more useful for you to be doing in the Fatherland?” No sarcasm to speak of, but dull in sincerity.
[ooc]Your actor played with my actor in Equilibrium. It’s an amazing movie xD |
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Post by Helga Sinclair on Jul 9, 2007 14:12:57 GMT -5
Helga smiled then shrugged "no I think I'm fine here, I was just curious I know the other men talk about me, I was just wondering if you did as well" she said her thin eyebrows raised. She folded the newspaper and pushed it aside.
"But thats not importent, anything new happen with you?" she asked actually curious, after all Faxon was top of all of them, or at least he seemed like it. Her large vibrant blue eyes rested on him.
((I know, I have the movie it kicks ass lol))
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Post by Major Faxon Jurgen on Jul 9, 2007 23:02:59 GMT -5
"The other men? They talk of you frequently." Why was he going to have trouble dealing with her? Tell her off for flaunting around like she did, waggling her tail and driving his. Men. Crazy!
Females in a camp of steamy men who haven't seen a fine specimen like her since leaving home. Some of them did take a few of the Jewish women for their own purposes, Faxon knew this, and it was not generally tolerated when found, but it was better then the alternative…
Faxon cleared his throat, clearing his mind of such blasphemes, and gave the officer an almost surprised look.
"Nothing new going on with me. Marching around, taking notes…One of the gas chambers is acting a little faulty. It's taking too long for them to die." He suppressed a shutter, liking his herd to die but not to suffer.
"That will have to be looked into. If we can find the time." Damn, it shouldn't be this complicated.
The major looked up, swirling his coffee again.
"And you?"
[ooc] Weee. Glad to find another person who is a total dor- amazingly fun person! |
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Post by Helga Sinclair on Jul 10, 2007 10:29:42 GMT -5
Helga smiled she didn't really listen to the part with him commenting on the men and her and well again she hadn't really listened. Sighing she shrugged "not much, looking for a good man, maybe marry and maybe get out of this place after the war and the fatherland wins" she looked up to him smiling. "I'm surprised you havn't found youself a woman to keep Faxon" she said smirking he was after all a perfect looking man, well in her eyes anyways.
((Haha I know I'm so fun!))
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Post by Major Faxon Jurgen on Jul 10, 2007 22:29:43 GMT -5
"You shouldn't think of such things now." He snapped, cheeks turning slightly pink in anger. "That is why there shouldn't be a woman here. You only think of one thing, and that thought is spreading like an infection over my men." The major, coffee forgotten, stood up, brushing his fingers against the front of his coat like he was cleaning off something dirty. Faxon glared at her, completely ignoring her statement about him finding a wife.
Yes, maybe someday he would like that. Start a family of his own, yeah, get a nice house. The world would be pure then, and Germany a thriving country once more.
But who would take a man such as him? Well established, yes, and high in the noble ranks, but a monster.
Faxon cleared his throat, regaining his normal coloring, but remained standing.
What an out-burst, old son.
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Post by Helga Sinclair on Aug 3, 2007 13:50:46 GMT -5
Helga's large blue eyes widened "Faxon!" she said standing, the chair scraping the floor. "How dare you explode on me like that, sorry for being alittle more sesitive then you, your a bastard!" she said fists clenching. She pulled her black leather gloves back on and forgot the paper and her own coffee.
Storming out of the meeting building and into the grey cold morning light, she folded her arms across her chest. Helga was a very well round woman, and it took alot to get under her skin, but Faxon was the only men to do that, is that why she admired and liked him so?. |
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