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Post by LT. ALDO RAINE. on Sept 1, 2009 19:13:51 GMT
Aldo was hidden in the shadows, he hated this life sometimes. Everywhere he went, he would have to try and make sure he wasn't going to die that die or make sure he wasn't founf because he knew they would take him and torture him until he told them the whereabouts of the Basterds. Sure, they didn't know his face because there weren't any photos of him, but people could describe his huge fucking knife pretty well, so that usually helped in identifying him as Aldo the Apache, after all, he was proabably the only person here with a huge knife of Native American orgins. Either way, getting spotted by German was not a good idea, hence why he only ever went out during the night and why he only roamed the back streets, even when he was going to one of the citizens homes, he would make sure to come in through the back door so they weren't spotted letting people in in clear view. He was current harbouring an injury, it was nothing major, in fact, it wasn't even something from fighting. He had tried his hand at cooking because Elizabeth, the mother of the group now, was currently out and about, getting plans off of the people around them with her womanly chamrs and the knife slipped and he cut his hand while he was cutting the potatoes. He was a bit useless, hence why he was now going to leave it all to Elizabeth.
He stood in the shadows of the Paris night, looking up to the clear sky, it was so still and calm, you wouldn't have thought there was a war going on until you looked at the fear in people's eyes and the amounts of people in uniforms who were constantly rounding up the people that shouldn't be there because they had the wrong heritage or maybe they were out passed dusk. Either way, who cares, he didn't because he knew how to survive this shit, he knew what he was doing and he was good at making sure that everything went right at exactly the right point. Sure, he had the help of his men (and lady) but he was pretty good on his own as well, he was ruthless when it came to killing those around him and he sure as hell knew what he was doing. He wanted to strike fear into the hearts of the Nazis and make sure that every one was just as scared as the one before him. Hence why he disbemberd, disembowled and disfigured every Nazi fuck he came across. That and the fact it was a release for him, too many Jewish people had died by their hands and he thought the deserved to die.
Sliding down the wall, he smiled to himself as he produced a small flask from his pocket. Within the flask was the roughest, toughest moonshine you would ever put you lips to. This stuff was vile, strong and so alcoholic he would never waste a drop, always joking with the other Basterds that if they split it they would have to lick it up. He spent his days making it when he was bored and tended to leave it fermenting and have Elizabeth keep an eye on it while they went killing. He didn't particularly like her coming with them because, well, she was a delicate English rose and she needed protecting, a war was not a place for a lady, especially one like Elizabeth. She liked to pretend she was ruthless and mean, but deep down she was the sweetest person you would ever meet. He slowly unscrewed the cap and took a swing and smile as he felt the strangly soothing burning feeling down his throat. "That is a tasy beverage," he said with a little smile to himself in his thick Tennessee accent.
status •• finished.
tag •• open!
word count •• 645.
apperance •• here!
notes •• if you reply, bear with me, getting used to aldo XD
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Post by SONJA MARIE WADE on Sept 2, 2009 1:53:39 GMT
 , just because i'm losing[/color][/font] DOESN'T MEAN I'M LOST. DOESN'T MEAN I'LL STOP. DOESN'T MEAN I'LL CROSS.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/b][/color][/center] [/color] The click of her heels was the only sound following her smooth, false french as she slowly moved into the darkness. She wasn't a fan of going back here, nor was she a fan of leading young Nazi soldiers here either, but this was one of those opportunities she couldn't pass up. Handsome young soldier catching her eye during the performance in the hotel, he introduces himself boldly, leaving her no other choice but to kill him. What else would she do? Sit down and have a nice chat? With a Nazi? She'd rather choke on that delicious martini she was so excited to drink. So, tonight seemed to be like most of her recent nights; ending in bloodshed. Not that that was a problem with little Miss Sonja, for that was her reason for coming after all. She wasn't in France posing as a French ninny for nothing! No, she was here to crack a few skulls and get some goddamn answers. What was so wrong with that? They were Nazis, it wasn't like she was killing real people? The Nazis...they weren't human anymore, not her Sonja Wade's eyes at least. She saw them as inhuman, cold, mindless creatures that preyed on the Jews, homosexuals, gypsies, and anyone else who didn't look or think like them. They were a disgrace to all humankind, and they needed to be eliminated. So it was no trouble for Sonja to lead this young lad out into the dark pits of France, with promises of love on her lips. Poor kid, he thought he was in for one fun night with a French lady, but he shouldn't be so stupid. If she really were a lady, would she really lead him out to the alleys of France? Would she really lead him to the acres of the prostitutes, the mishaps, and the darkness of the Parisian streets? No. She was going to kill him, kill him good and dead, and make sure whoever came across his body feared for their lives just by looking at his mangled corpse. Now, Sonja wasn't always this deranged and thirsty for blood, no. But tonight, it was the way he spoke to her, the arrogance and the talk of the Jews that had made her snap earlier. Not that the soldier would know. She only cooed in his ear to follow her lead, giving hopes of good time. How stupid these Nazis were... ”Rapprocher...” she cooed, pulling his body closer to his, leaning herself back against the brick wall. A smile covered her rage and insanity, as she slipped a soft hand around his muscular neck, stroking it gently. Her red lips inches from his, she let out a soft chuckle from the back of her throat, suddenly yanking his face so it was behind hers, her mouth right up against his ear. ”NAZI FILTH!” she growled in a whisper, plunging her father's german blade deep into the back of the soldiers neck, before letting him fall lifeless to the ground. A second passed before the small woman grinned and brushed the splatter of blood off her face and bare shoulders, before slowly glancing down to the dead soldier. Shame, he was a handsome face. It was unfortunate he was fighting for the wrong side of the fence. Now she would get to play with that handsome face, but what to do? Pluck out the eyes? Carve a swastika to his forehead like the boys loved to do? Or even...scalp? But she didn't know how to do that, damn, she wished she did! With a huff, Sonja glanced around her to see if anyone had noticed yet, and was about to start her work on the poor fool when a familiar voice sounded not far down the alley. "That is a tasy beverage," Sonja's head snapped in the direction, as her eyes squinted to see if she could see that oh-so familiar face. ”Is that you Aldo?” she whispered out, still looking for her new friend and ally, hoping she wasn't wrong. [/ul][/font][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/color][/center] [/color][/right] |
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Post by LT. ALDO RAINE. on Sept 3, 2009 22:29:31 GMT
Aldo looked around as he heard a slight scuffle. He didn't bother to press the matter one bit because, well, people were down here all the time sleeping with women who were women of the night and he was always able to still go on about his way, so it didn't bother him one little bit. He sometimes wondered if she should take company with a girl who was not exactly the talkative type, or the caring type. But then he couldn't be bothered really, it was pretty much too much effort for him. He was someone who was just happy in the company of his fellow soldiers and some moonshine. Ah, his darling moonshine, yeah, he was a typical Tennessee hillbilly, but he enjoyed that, that's why he lived his whole life and didn't expect it to go any other way. You could say he was a little crazy and sure, he probably was, after all, he was a man running around killing Nazis for kicks to help his Jewish friends. He wasn't Jewish himself, but he was a soldier who was sick and tired of these Nazi swine killing people.
The girl who was with a male approached him and the dim lit finally showed up her face, and he recognised her almost instantly, even before she spoke. He was good at identifying people in the dark because he had been doing it for almost a year now really. Sonja, such a sweet girl in a messed up war, but that was fine because she was doing her bit really. He slowly pulled the snuff box out of his inside jacket pocket and took a small amount out after opening the box. He sniffed in one nostril and then repeated for the other, he guessed he should stop, but then he needed something to keep him happy and his mind off of the war. He leant his head against the wall as he looked up at her once again. "It sure is sweetheart," he said with a little smile as he settled himself on the floor a little more. He wouldn't be getting up anytime soon because he was comfortable and his feet were killing him and had been for the passed three days. "And wha' brought you down here at this time o' niight, miss Wade?" he asked her, his extremely thick accent extending vowels and leaving out letters.
status •• finished.
tag •• sonja!
word count •• 401.
apperance •• here!
notes •• blergh, that was pants
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Post by SONJA MARIE WADE on Sept 14, 2009 18:57:10 GMT
, just because i'm losing [/color][/font] DOESN'T MEAN I'M LOST. DOESN'T MEAN I'LL STOP. DOESN'T MEAN I'LL CROSS. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/b][/color][/center] [/color] she cooed, joking of course. Turning back behind her, she reached for her dead friend and pulled him into the light so Aldo could see her little trophy boy. Bending over and brushing off the lads chest, Sonja set herself right on top of the corpse…there was no way she was getting her gown even more dirty from the nasty alley ground. Smiling over to Aldo as she twiddled her father’s Nazi knife, Sonja sighed and leaned back against the wall. ”I was on a date…I think it ended quite well!” she laughed, gesturing down to the bloke below her. [/ul][/font][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/color][/center] ALDO.tag THIS!.wearing La-La-Lia.credit kjnswfjrenfjrbfbf I’m so sorry this is so late!!! .notes [/color][/right] |
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Post by LT. ALDO RAINE. on Sept 15, 2009 17:55:04 GMT
Aldo found it strange how his accent received different reactions. Sometimes people chuckled, wondering where this strange accent came from, other accepted it, they didn't care which was the view of most Americans and then there was the one that annoyed him slightly and that was when he was being corrected all the time because of his poor grammar skills and his tendency to leave letters out of his word. The one person who did that often was Elizabeth and he sometimes wished that he didn't have to deal with her, she was a little over bearing sometimes, a slightly annoying English woman, but damn, was she good at killing Nazis and she was smart, she knew what she was doing and sometimes that made him hate her a little more. He wasn't a racists, in fact a lot of his friends were of different races, but the English were just a bunch of people he couldn't quite get along with, well, apart from Sonja, she seemed a little nicer, a little less like a stuffy upper class person. Hopefully she would stay that way otherwise it would be yet another person he would have to avoid ocassionally.
"Well, not where I come from darlin', you sit when you gotta sit back home," he said with a little smile playing on his lips. He wasn't rude, he was just American, and he knew she was joking and he was joking right back, so it all balanced out pretty well. This was the kind of conversations he missed really, just being able to talk with a woman and joke around, he tended to only get women flirting with him in this current situation (or Elizabeth insulting the way he spoke) so it was refreshing to him. He tucked the little snuff box back into his inside pocket, tapping the pocket lightly to himself, he didn't recommend this to anyone, it was just something he liked for himself and didn't want to see pretty young ladies taking it.
He watched as she pulled the young man into the light and smirked to himself, yet another dead Nazi, something he liked to see very often really. As she sat on the body his smirk grew a little more, balance was being restored and they were being used as what they deserved to be used as. "I must concur there young miss, as that's yet another Nazi who'll be drooling over you fine ladies, and yet another Nazi who can't be polluting the air with their vile breath," he said a little bitterly. He wasn't Jewish so he didn't feel as strongly as, say, Donny Donowitz or Elizabeth Weinstein, but he was an army officer, someone who thought the way the Nazi operated was disgusting and the violated the unwritten rules of war and that just wasn't right.
status •• finished.
tag •• sonja!
word count •• 472.
apperance •• here!
notes •• getting better.
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