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Post by Major Faxon Jurgen on Aug 5, 2007 18:26:20 GMT -5
Faxon watched her go, eyes remaining hard, then sat sown with a small huff. Damn it. Why did he have to be that way, huh?
He was a bastard, but what did you really expect? He was responsible for killing people everyday. She could do better, and he hated that Helga would be interested in one such as him. He was no blind. Faxon saw her making eyes.
Of course, the girl was helping with the task of disposal, so in measurements, she as much as a monster as he, but that wasn't really the point. That was right on top of his head.
Sighing, not able to finish his coffee now, Faxon made his way quickly from the building. Break was over. Distractions distractions.
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Post by Helga Sinclair on Aug 5, 2007 18:56:34 GMT -5
Helga heard the door behind her creak open and a draft of hot air at her neck. She turned her head to look over her right shoulder her large blue eyes landing on Faxon, he was so...she couldn't find the words.
A sour and serious look painted her face, her eyes never moving from his figure. Words didn't come from her mouth instead she looked away towards the nazi's marching off in the distance, thier counting heard on the cold air blowing around her.
Still even though Faxon did have his moments, Helga still felt for him in, even if he didn't feel the same. And she knew he knew about her feelings, he just chose not to act on them, sadly.
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Post by Major Faxon Jurgen on Aug 10, 2007 10:52:09 GMT -5
Internal debates really sucked. you had to put the country before yourself, Faxon knew, and he knew the dangers of relationships among workers. It made both involved lax on their decisions. And him, being higher ranking, might start to overlook any flaws she could present to him, if anything were to happen. No. It was best just to ignore her childish feelings. After all, it was true what they said: girls are attracted to power, and Faxon wasn't really short on that. All modesty aside.
Sigh...
But then again, she was still taken with him, and an unhappy worker doesn't function to the best of their abilities, right? It's true, and as much as he tried, Faxon counldn' stop himself from harboring at least a mutual interest in Helga. She was awfully pretty, and none of the men here had seen a clean woman in months. It was only instinct...
Ah! Forget about instincts. You have o try and look beyond it, which was what he was getting to. Unhappy Helga meant an unhappy camp, or at least one that didn't work so well. That was all they needed. An officer hept-up on dejected emotions and flimsy hormones.
And everybody got hungry.
Only another four hours to go before his shift ended. When did that woman get out, he wondered.
Huh.
Dinner party!
Faxon adjusted his coat, mortally ashamed for what he was about to do, and made his way over to the Lady-Nazi he somehow offended.
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Post by Helga Sinclair on Aug 10, 2007 21:58:30 GMT -5
Helga heard footsteps behind her, she knew who it was. Sighing deeply she turned her black leather gloved hands resting on her shaply wide hips, true Helga was not skinny but had an hour glass figure to her thank god for that. She hated being labeled as a skinny flemsey woman, she was anything but that.
Her large blue eyes squinted slightly as Faxon neared her. She wondered what he was thinknig and gave a long tired sigh looking to hte right of her, as some Nazi's lined up by a train carrying Jews. She smired, new ones just great something for her and Faxon to do. Directing her eyes back to the tall Nazi major she waited crossing her arms now across her chest.
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Post by Major Faxon Jurgen on Aug 11, 2007 19:11:59 GMT -5
His face contorted and a line creased between his brows, looking her stance up and down. "Ease up." Faxon ordered, putting his hands behind his back. Now- time to play this right.
The major turned to watch the new head of people tumbling from the cargo-train, and gave a testy sight. It wouldn't be appropriate to ask her anything over there, but he wouldn't be able to dally long. If he waited too long, the build-up of panicking prisoners would grow, and with it their dirty stench. And, they might get the wrong ideas, thinking that with their numbers, they might have a chance to rebel. It happened before. It was a disaster for those who tried to start the mutiny, and the camp hasn't been disturbed since their corpses have been strung up, but you could never be too careful…
"I would like to apologize for earlier, but we do have some things to talk about. We'll discuss over dinner tonight." He paused. "Unless you had something else planed." Faxon's tone was almost a bit mocking, knowing she (as did everyone else) had nothing to do but sleep and eat after work.
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Post by Helga Sinclair on Aug 23, 2007 22:03:04 GMT -5
Helga's bac kwas stil lto Faxon when she heard him speak behind her. A smirk spread across her face and she turned her large blue eyes appering cold and focused on him. "Dinner?..." she said raising a thin eyebrow.
Helga folded her hands behind her back, revealing her shaply hourglass figure. "Well then when shall you pick me up?" He;ga questioned giving Faxon a wondering gaze. This "dinner" proposel was very unlike him, very unlike him indeed. Still helga was joyed, joyed to see if Major Faxon made a fool of himself tonight or not.
((Sorry it took so long work and stuff))
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Post by Major Faxon Jurgen on Aug 25, 2007 1:00:25 GMT -5
Faxon instantly bristled, but he checked himself with a brief, internal scolding. "Lady Sinclair. Merely report to my office at 22-hundred tonight. We'll have both been off by then." Time to clean up and prepare. It would be...unseemly at 'pick her up', no matter how the dating traditions went. What would his officers say, after all? Relationships weren't banned, but Major Jurgen himself was always stubbornly opposed to them.
Which was why now he frantically tried to convince himself that this was all business. He looked up, giving a grin despite himself. "Sound good?"
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Post by Helga Sinclair on Aug 25, 2007 8:27:43 GMT -5
"It sounds very good Faxon" she gave him a sultry smirk and quickly turned. Her hands still behind her back she walked off towards her office building on the camp which was about a ten minute walk. She would have taken a car there, but it was such a cold clear morning that she wanted to enjoy it better.
Now to pick her clothes, hair, make-up...no. She knew Fazon despite himself wanted her to dress up, or atleast thats what she wanted him to think. Fine a simple black dress and her hiar up, no make-up and heels. Oh yes this was going to be fun indeed.
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