german is german whether a basterd or not.

[SGT HUGO STIGLITZ]

With all of the War going on and everyone hearing about these American 'Basterds', desperate times called for German shopping. First off, Hugo hated shopping. Shopping was for women, and more so, it was for women who were too poor to even hire someone to shop for them or too prude to have any children to send out for shopping. Hugo sure as hell was not a woman, or a child, but he was a child with no mother according to Europe, one of those basterds himself. Still, while most of the American basterds could not go out in public because of their American accent and lack of education in diverse languages, Hugo had been promoted to German shopping lady.

A few coins jingled in his pocket and he was dressed as a Nazi, in his former uniform. It was risky, but food was important, so he took on the challenge. Plus, if push came to shove, he would love to invent a way to kill a Nazi with a zuccini. Was that even possible? Not too much harm in trying, but maybe not in public.

Hugo sauntered through all of the crowd, well, more like moped. His cheeks were sucked in, his teeth clenched, his hands balled up in fists and anger written in his eyes. One simple task, get in, get the food, eat some, get out. Rephrase: get out without being followed. The men needed to eat and hell, he was hungry. Stopping at a display of some foods, they were cheap and did not look fit for a king, but they looked good enough for some hungry basterds, so he paused and looked at them, debating which would go better with a cigar and beer.

All the while, any Nazi that walked by him and made that stupid arm raise movement, it should have never been given an official verb, he just replied in the same manner, punching himself mentally in the face for the act, but one must act to eat in this town. Hopefully nobody talked to him, it was not that he would not have a perfect excuse as to why another Nazi did not recognize him, it was because like hell he was in a talking mood. Surprised?

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

i'll just close my eyes and prentend,
that you're holding me tight tonight.

Elizabeth slowly looked around the place, wondering whether or not this was exactly a good place to be. So many Germans, but then there were the French to protect her if she needed it really if the Germans get a little rowdy around her. Today was a bad day for her because she had thought about her brother way too much the night before and she was beginning to lose her mind. She missed her brother, she missed the way he laughed at her bad jokes, she missed the way he would smile when something went well, she missed the way he would insult her taste in men and most of all, she missed the way he would hold her close and tell her everything would be okay and the war would be over soon and they would be able to just live the lives they've always wanted to and everything will be fine. She missed him too much, she just wanted him back as her heart ached so much for him. Of course, she had the Basterds, they were almost like family to her now, but they could never replace her brother, they just didn't give her the same hope she had always wanted and the same feelings she had when she was with her brother. She wished there was something that could replace it, anything, hell she would even take a drug if she knew it would give her that feeling, but her brother was the only on who gave her that feeling, so she went without for now.

Her footsteps echoed through out the slightly empty French streets as her simple shoes hit the cobbled pavement. She liked that sound, reminded her of home quiet a lot really. The days she would spend holding hands with her father as she walked down the little country lanes back home just to find the perfect beach to draw pictures and listen to the waves. Yes, she was weird and yes, you would probably mistake her for the artsy kind of girl, but hey! She didn't care, she liked that, it meant she would stay undercover for the time being, if people still thought she was the quiet little singer who like to entertain those Nazi swine, then she was perfectly happy with that, in fact, she loved that idea more than anything in the world because it meant that no one would be questioning her status and certainly no one would question the pretty little brunette who kept them happy for so many nights. No! She wasn't that kind of girl, never would she let the Germans even touch her in that way, but she was the kind of girl to smile and be merry with them to keep them happy. And keep them talking. A drunken German is always a good German in her books.

Arriving at her destination, she glanced around, the market. She needed to get a few things for the Basterds, after all, she was pretty much like a mother to them now, cooking for them all the time. She needed potatoes, yes, more of them, but it was the one thing that you could still get plenty of and you could cook them in so many ways, as her mother had taught her. Coming into the market in her very plain clothes, people were starting to recognise her slightly and she wished people didn't. She was known as Juliette Lefebvre to these people, the singer in a night club and she didn't know whether they qould question her attire. Of course, she needed to keep her nice clothes nice, so she wore her day clothes, clothes with holes and such in them because she wore them all time time. Unless killing Nazis then she tended to don a Nazi uniform. She arrived to the stall where she tended to get cheaper potatoes and smiled at the man before her, fiddling in her purse for a few minutes. "Merde!" she exclaimed as she hung her head in shame. "I think I left by tokens at home," she said in fluent French, a little disappointment in her voice, how could she be so stupid!?

The girl sauntered off through the crowd, a little pissed off at herself, already in a huff, she moved off, trying to find her way back to the camp. Not looking where she was going, she bumped into a German officer and her mind panicked. "Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to, I wasn't looking where I was, sorry, sorry, sorry," she began to ramble in French, not daring to take a glance up at the German officer in case he was the type he liked to hit innocent French girls for little mistake. Okay, so she wasn't an innocent French girl, he didn't know that. Well, in fact he did because it was Hugo, but she didn't know it was Hugo.

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our darling heroine ELIZABETH decided to go out as JULIETTE and mingle with the locals. she met up with HUGO in the small paris MARKET. there they spoke of typical girl things such as her darling OUTFIT and men, but of course they spoke in FRENCH. she couldn't believe it took her EIGHT HUNDRED AND NINETEEN words to finally FINISH what she had to say. but all i have to SAY is; eh.

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[SGT HUGO STIGLITZ]

So many people around the market were hustling and bustling around. It was almost as if another Black Plague were coming and if the people did not get their food now and lock themselves up, they would die off the next day. Why had shopping been so important to many woman? Why would they rush around as if they could increase the enjoyment of shopping while power walking. Silly girls.

He was busy examining the food he was about to buy when he suddenly felt his balance pushed off center and he took a step forward to catch himself. Cursing and growling, he managed to keep himself from falling all over the food, but he had grabbed an apple in the process and lifted it. At first, the apple had served to keep him from destroying any other fruits by catching himself with the tight grip, now the apple would most likely be used to swat the dumb twit who ran into him.

Turning around with the green weapon in his hand, he did not listen to what she said and raised his arm to bring it down on the side of her head when he calmed himself. He would never hit a woman, why he raised the fruit to this occasion, he had no clue and he mentally kicked himself in the shin for even thinking about it. Letting out a long, slow growl, he tilted his head to see who it was and recognized her to be one of the lovely ladies who gave the basterds the best hospitality in Paris.

Another gruffy growl escaped his lips, now he could not yell at her because of how well she had treated him, but he could mention how that scuff nearly pushed him into the food stand. "Liza," he said, giving her a nickname he had always considered calling her, but never did because he hardly ever even spoke. Most Americans would say 'Lizzie' and British would say 'Beth', but Hugo preferred the harsh vowel at the end of her nickname, it just made her sound more German, which was of course, the blood that ran through his veins. "Watch out next time," he grumbled, unable to scold her in any way but Hugo had never been one to start spewing out the 'it's ok, it's alright, are you ok? don't worry about it,' mumbo jumbo. Still, it was polite to ask "are you alright?"

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

i'll just close my eyes and prentend,
that you're holding me tight tonight.

Elizabeth was clumbsy at the best of times, one of those people who were constantly walking into things and not knowing whether or not she had broken a leg. Sure, she was a graceful person who was classically trained in ballet, but when she was nervous and scared that her cover was about to blow up in her face, she didn't particularly have the grace of a swan. She was called perfect but a number of people, but she never thought that she was perfect in any way, shape or form, but people called her that purely because of her porcelain face, her beauty and her ability to come off as perfect. She could fake perfect until the days ended and that's what she hated about herself sometimes, but then again, it was a good show around the Germans.

The German officer before her towered ove rher, she was a dainty little girl compared to this huge beast with his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. Wait a minute! Hugo Stiglitz. She would have hit her forehead, rolled her eyes or anything to show that she felt like even more of an idiot today, but she couldn't show any recognition. She was a simple French girl getting her shopping and he was a German officer, neither of them were Basterds of course, well, to the people around them anyway. She glanced down at her feet that were now point towards each other, something she always did when she was a little nervous about things. She also began to fiddle with the slightly frayed end of her cardigan sleeve as she looked up at the towering German once again.

"I will, I promise," she said with a little smile in her fluent German. She always like speaking German when she was with Hugo because one, it gave her good practise, and two, hardly any of the Basterds would know what they were talking about. She was okay now she had got her balance back and felt a littler safer with Hugo. Big brother figure who didn't do the talking side to things, more like a watchful eye. He would just be the silent protector, now he was sounding like a comic book hero, although he did have the same kind of auroa around him and he was a little bit of a cult hero among the allies. She looked down at herself, giving herself a quick once over and nodded slightly. "Yes, I'm fine, well, apart from leaving my food tokens at home, but yes officer I am fine," she said, in German, with a sly little smile as called him officer.

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our darling heroine ELIZABETH decided to go out as JULIETTE and mingle with the locals. she met up with HUGO in the small paris MARKET. there they spoke of typical girl things such as her darling OUTFIT and men, but of course they spoke in GERMAN. she couldn't believe it took her FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY NINE words to finally FINISH what she had to say.

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[SGT HUGO STIGLITZ]

A little light seemed to turn on over Elizabeth's head when she realized it was him. Of course, because they had to keep their cover, it was not a very bright light, more like a little night light was turned on over her head. The mental image of that would have made anyone chuckle, but not Hugo. A frown was still on his face, after all, he had to be a brute German officer at the time, which was just all too easy, but not when it came to being mean to women and children. Men were different, to stick a pitchfork in a man's groin was to become more of a man yourself, to stick a pitchfork in a woman's stomach was to become a monster, there was a fine line that the Nazi party did not understand.

A small grunt escaped him and he sort of huffed his shoulders. A couple of people had noticed and wanted to see how a German officer would respond to such a small offense, maybe to see if they would be in any trouble if it ever happened to him. The word officer almost made him pipe up to correct her, it was sgt, but not at the moment, so he kept his mouth shut and just glared at the ground. Her feet were pointed towards each other, typical nervous girl trait, but it was still kinda cute.

Apparently she had left her money behind, which was strange, because weren't the basterds at her place at the moment? Seems he would figure that out rather soon, but not quite yet. "So that's why you're rushing off? You're tokens?" He would mention that she needed to make her words more harsh in German, she was a little light, but she was supposed to be French, not German so who cared.

Turning to the person at the market, he snapped, it was a man at the market after all. "2 loaves of bread," he snapped without showing any signs of meaning to pay. If he really wanted to, he could just get people to give him food because of his fake party. The man passed him the bread and he gave him the appropriate amount, not saying thank you or even looking into his eyes. He took the bread and grabbed Elizabeth's arms before shoving the bread in them. He would apologize later, maybe...

"Here, woman, hold these for me and follow me to my car. You owe me for carelessly running into me," he said in a firm voice. Anyone watching would think he was punishing her by making her carry his groceries, but really, he just wanted a word.

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

i'll just close my eyes and prentend,
that you're holding me tight tonight.

Elizabeth looked at Hugo, she had made a joke and he hadn't smiled, laughed or even had a glimmer in his eyes, nope, nothing. She was pretty much used to it by now really because he was like this all the time, it wasn't just like he did this when he was just pretending to be a German soldier, he was like this all the time and she had learnt to deal with it by now. Although he didn't do humour and he didn't do emotions, he was still a laugh to hang around with because, well, there was just something comforting about him. In all his brash behaviour and his scary stature, there seemed to be an eeriely calm man who knew how to take care of people he maybe cared about. She didn't know if she would ever be one of those people, but she saw it in him when he was with the other guys. Not the most talkative, but he probably spoke more with his actions than he did with his words, which she admired.

The people around them were glancing to see how he would react to the small French girl bumping into him. They were expecting violence, or a shout or something that would make the poor French girl whimper, on ocassion it was heard that a French girl had actually urinated on herself because she was that scared of the German soldier. Luckily for her, she wasn't actually scared of any German, but she was good at acting like it, she knew exactly when to act scared to make them feel bigger and when to compliment them to have exactly the same effect. She was good at that and that's why she was here, the English army knew she was good at acting and she was brilliant at speaking different languages, she was even learning Japanese in case they ever came here to meet with the German soldiers, it was unlikely, but a possiblity and if she needed to, she wanted to impress them. You could see her as a slight whore, but she was whoring her life for the salavation of England, so it was allowed.

The way he spoke made her remember the harshness of the German language, and why she found it a lot harder to learn that French. She was naturally soft spoken, therefore, German didn't come naturally to her at first. She nodded, still looking slightly terrified of him, pretending she could force any words out. She watched him as he took the bread and paid the man, something she was surprised at, surly they wouldn't pay for their food, but then again if they wanted to keep the peace, it was probably an easier thing to do in the long run. She thought about some of the ways they treated to French locals and some were quite polite actually, they said please and thank you and got into meaningful conversations with the locals. Other people were quite rude, but she guessed it was just a thing that happened in these kinda of times.

She groaned in pain slightly, did he really have to be that violent, it hurt slightly, but then again, he was pretending to be a German officer, he kind of needed to do it. She looked up at him and gave him a strained smile as she took the bread in her arms. "Yes sir, anything you say," she said lowly in a saddened tone, her German broken by the French accent, pretending to be even more scared of this man. Most German soldiers would be taking her to a back alley to make her do what they wish, she knew that these two were just going to have a conversation.

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our darling heroine ELIZABETH decided to go out as JULIETTE and mingle with the locals. she met up with HUGO in the small paris MARKET. there they spoke of typical girl things such as her darling OUTFIT and men, but of course they spoke in GERMAN. she couldn't believe it took her SIX HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR words to finally FINISH what she had to say.

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[SGT HUGO STIGLITZ]

If one thing was for certain about Liza, she was rather good at acting and he admired that. On the other hand, Hugo was not exactly Emmy nominated, but he was good at being what he was at heart: cold. Lucky for him, most of the Nazi population acted the same way, only they had it out for everyone whereas Hugo only had it out for the men. The Nazis sure let go of a good soldier, he would have been great as a Nazi if he did not have to deal with women and children. They would have made him quite high ranking, he would have been a national hero, now he was someone else's national hero, and he was not even their nationality. Ironic.

Her acting was so good that even he almost apologized, but he was not the apologetic type and this was not an apologetic time. He began to walk rather cut, as if he movements pierced the air with authority as he beckoned her to follow him. They were nearing the end of the market, but Hugo did not turn around to make sure she was following until they had gotten out of the crowd. Using his pointer finger, he direct her to an alley, what a typical Nazi would do with a beautiful lady, or at least, that was what he had seen while he was part of the party and while he was killing their party.

Not even bothering to make sure she would turn, he began to walk through the alley, past the back door to a cafe and turned around. "Work on your German some," he gruffed. "How's your arm?" His large hands grabbed the two loaves of bread from her and hoisted them under his arm, he was not seriously going to make her continue to carry that. It was not very like him to shove his stuff on other people, not even while he was his harsh, brute self.

She would understand that he needed to act like that, but the way she acted, he was so impressed that it actually made him wonder if he had pushed the lines a little bit too much and had actually hurt her. It was not very Nazi to do, but no one could see and no one was listening, as far as he could see. Still, his head constantly jerked to the corner of the alley and to the exit/entrance to make sure no one would intrude on their conversation. he even looked up to see if anyone was poking their head out of their window.

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

i'll just close my eyes and prentend,
that you're holding me tight tonight.

Elizabeth watched him as he left and nodded firmly. He walked away from her in his trypical brisk German way, people moving out of his way because they were scared they would have the same fate as this poor little French girl. It tickled her slightly that the two of them were not who they were saying and they weren't going to be doing anything indecent and they certainly wouldn't be doing anything that they would think a German officer would do with an innocent French girl. She followed him out of the market, her steps dainty, trying to keep up with his wide strides but her tiny legs couldn't do it. Instead, she just walked a little quicker to keep up with him, her steps were dainty and quite graceful considering the situation. Of course, she did put a small amount of sadness in her face just so the people would think that she was scared of this whole situation. She needed people to believe this soldier was going to harm her or they would most likely follow them and she what was going to happy.

Turning down the alley way, she had a quick check to make sure no one was really following them although she doubted they would to be honest, but it was always best to check. Once they were in the alley way, her face burst into a smile as she nodded towards him. "Close shave," she said to herself in her typically upper class British accent. It was weird, but she rather enjoyed this a lot of the time because of the sheer joy there was in sneaking around and having the upper hand over the Gerry's half of the time. She kind of enjoyed the rush, the adrenaline that she felt all the time, she knew it was weird and she knew it was slightly risky for such a delicate little girl, but she couldn't help it, she enjoyed it too much. Her heart pounded and her life seemed more meaningful for some strange reason.

"Yeah, I need to get my mouth around the pronouciation, I guess I have to much of a dinty little voice," she replied to him in German with a little smile, it was true, her soft voice made it quite hard to get around all those long German words that always sounded so harsh. She shrugged slightly as she leant herself against the wall, rubbing her arm slightly where he had grabbed it and then smiled. "It's fine, I've suffered worse," she said with a little shrug, after all, she did still have a small stab wound healing on her shoulder. She looked at him slightly curiously as to why he would risk leaving the camp to go out. "So, what brought you out here today?" she asked him, a tone of curiosity shining though.

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our darling heroine ELIZABETH decided to go out as JULIETTE and mingle with the locals. she met up with HUGO in the small paris MARKET. there they spoke of typical girl things such as her darling OUTFIT and men, but of course they spoke in GERMAN. she couldn't believe it took her FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE words to finally FINISH what she had to say.

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[SGT HUGO STIGLITZ]

Thus far, no one was listening or watching, but Hugo had his eyes constantly surveying the area to double check this. Better safe than a POW again, or just dead, considering how the Germans were. He listened to what she had to say about her accent but decided not to reply, it did not need a reply and quite frankly, he did not feel like it just now. It was true, British had a way of just flowing through their words like butter, whereas German was more of a sandpaper language and Liza was no carpenter.

A simple nod was the only response to her statement about her arm. Good, he had wanted to make it look real, but even a big brute with a hidden heart can forget his own strength sometimes. It was a good thing she was not as fragile as she looked, he could snap her like a toothpick under a semi. The question tugged at his mouth, why was he out there? That might be quite obviously, he was shopping for food, but why had he gone out there instead of one of the ladies who sheltered the basterds? Good question.

"We needed food, I needed air," he said, keeping his conversation minimal. Although he enjoyed her company, it was more of her talking most of the time and he had no problem just sitting back and listening. While most people never heard what was going through his mind, it was actually quite a lot and he did listen to what people said when they said it.

"Coming out here is risky enough, but to have to turn back to grab your tokens is just plain stupid. Shoulda thought about that before you left your place," he huffed, but then decided he was being just a little bit too harsh. He did not have to act like an officer right now, so he needed to cool down just a bit. Still, he would not back track and say sorry, so instead he complimented her to change the subject, "you're rather good at acting." Well, at least he hoped she would take it as a compliment and just ignore that he sort of called her stupid. Though he did not actually call her stupid, he just said the action she took was not the smartest, he thought she was the furthest from stupid he had ever run into. She could speak three languages after all, or at least three that he had noticed.

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

i'll just close my eyes and prentend,
that you're holding me tight tonight.

Elizabeth knew that people could be listening to them, but she wasn't really that paranoid, plus, as stated by a number of people and Hugo in the near future, she was a good actress, she could cover up any situation with her wicked tongue, she was very amazing at that and because she didn't stumble or stutter on her words, it made it more believable, especially when she tended to believe what she was saying herself. She hoped that if they needed to, Hugo could act along too, she was sure he was capable of it when the time really called for it but he sometimes can across as someone who wasn't very good at acting in bad situations, but then again, he did act like a Nazi for a while and he was also someone who gave her a few surprises here and there every so often.

"I needed air" he said to her simply, but those weren't simple words. They were some of the last few words that her brother had said during the last conversation she ever had with him, well, coherent conversation. The words had hit her in face along with a short gust of wind and her eyes began to well up from the painful memory. She was a girl, what did you expect? She was always quite emotional, but then, she was pretty good at hiding this all. "Damn that wind," she said, turning back to her typically upper class British accent, she always seemed to do that when she was a little upset, but then the only person who knew that was her brother and he wasn't around any more, and she hadn't even told a soul about that really, she hated talking about it, but sometimes she would write about it in her diary, she just hoped no one ever read it when it was lying around.

"Yeah, I can imagine the air can get a little stale around eight other gentlemen," she said, turning back to German, with a small chuckle, joking with him still, wondering if he might actually laugh at this one, she doubted it though. She looked down at her feet as he told her that her little stunt was a little stupid, she knew it was and she felt a little stupid in her actions, she couldn't believe that she had done that really. "Yes, I know, I was not thinking when I left this morning, I just needed to get away from... something," she said, a little grimly. She knew she could be stupid sometimes, well, quite a lot of the time, but could you blame her, she had a lot in her mind and hardly anyone to let it off her chest with, it was war, you didn't speak of depressing things because that just killed the faith.

She heard his compliment and a small smile finally came to her lips. "Danke, you could say I was trained in a way, drama at school, nothing too serious, but good enough to teach the basics to use out here," she said with a little nod. She didn't want to brag, after all, it wasn't that big of a deal, she had enough money to go to a good school where they taught drama and money wasn't something she ever bragged about unless it was a joke. "Hope I did not startle you with them," she said with a little smile.

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our darling heroine ELIZABETH decided to go out as JULIETTE and mingle with the locals. she met up with HUGO in the small paris MARKET. there they spoke of typical girl things such as her darling OUTFIT and men, but of course they spoke in GERMAN. she couldn't believe it took her FIVE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY ONE words to finally FINISH what she had to say.

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[SGT HUGO STIGLITZ]

While it was quite apparent that Liza knew exactly how to act and she was rather good at it, not everyone can make it seem like absolutely nothing is wrong. Here eyes began to glisten, a look that Hugo was all too familiar with. When he had first turned against the Nazi party, it was when a woman and a child were being shot directly in front of him, he could see the little twinkle in their eyes before they realized it would be their last breath. Hugo knew exactly when someone was on the verge of crying, and Elizabeth tried her best to shelter it.

Everything else that she said just seemed to be an attempt to cover up her actual emotions. Was it something he said? She cracked a joke, but most people did because laughing seemed to be the perfect alternative to crying. Because the two sounds of crying and laughter were so closely related, a good smile could cover a tear, but not to this brute. In order to keep the situation from getting awkward, the corner of his mouth raised in a small, yet simple smile. It was not exactly like he was the type to burst out in hysterical laughter, but this was good enough for him and anyone who knew him would understand it was actually funny if it made him smile.

"Something?" he asked, unsure of what she meant. Could it be that she had been going through some problems (who hadn't in these years) and she was unable to surpress them, even with her intense training in her acting, seemed like if they did not get off the topic soon, she would snap. He hated when people snapped, not because it was annoying, but because in a way, he could not cope with other people's sadness, he had seen it too much in his mother's eyes. It was one of the many emotions Hugo had never learned to cope with.

"Maybe you can teach the guys some German," he said, trying to veer away from the subject, but he was fully prepared for anything that she would say, or at least he hoped he was fully prepared. Truth be told, he probably was not. It took him a moment to figure out that them meant her acting skills, but he finally caught on and just nodded. "No, they are good," he said, just in case 'them' meant something else, he just used a different form of the word.

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

i'll just close my eyes and prentend,
that you're holding me tight tonight.

Elizabeth hated being this emotional sometimes, she felt like pepole could just figure out her emotions and then use them against her. She didn't know whether or not she would ever be able to truly hide her emotions from the people she knew. She could mask them with other emotions, she seemed to do that quite well when she was Donny Donowitz, being able to shout at him whenever she felt her tongue slip and about to confess everything to him. She wished she had another emotion bottled in her heart to mask the sadness she had just felt, but there was nothing, sadly. All there was, was the sadness she felt for her brother and that was tugging at her heart strings at the moment as the last scene played in her head, she wanted it to go away, she just wanted that memory to leave her mind, she wanted it to be forgotten and all the other bitter memories to leave her mind so she could just be over whelmed with the happiness she used to feel.

Hugo was a person she knew it would be easy to spill everything to because she could stand there and ramble for hours on end and then not have anything to do after it because he would speak no more of it, and neither would she. It was a perfect friendship for her in a way, but then on the other hand, she did need a hug sometimes a little helping hand, which was why she missed her brother so much, but then, she couldn't just constantly harp on the past and hope something would magically change for her, life was life, she had to get practical, something she used to be, but sometimes she just lost her head. She didn't know what she would do sometimes because some things truly just drove her crazy to the point she would have to confess all, but she couldn't do that, not to a male, that was just a no-no in her society.

He questioned her something, let's face it, who wouldn't, she was so vague and she didn't exactly give the something a meaning like an annoyed tone which would most likely indicate Donny, but then she would have said Donny if she meant Donny. She didn't know what she was going to say to cover this up, or maybe she shouldn't cover it up, maybe she should just break her typical British-ness of bottling everything up and just coming out to say what she had on her mind, a difficult task for her, but then she would figure it out. "I had my brother on mind," she blurted out, a little out of character for her, but she had finally done it, she had told someone, even if it was just Hugo. Should she spill the whole story or just hold back on it like she was planning to, she didn't know, she needed to tell someone, it had been six months and the only person who knew of her tragedy was herself.

Sucking it in, she decided maybe would be a good moment, even if it was just informative and not emotional, at least then he would know why her mood changed suddenly at the camp, why she would suddenly leave and not tell anyone where she was going. they probably pinned it on her being a woman, but it was because she had lost everything. "My brother was tortured by Nazis. They left him for dead at the side of the road, he died in my arms as I promised him I would kill every Nazi I came across and I would end the war for him," she said, trying to sound blunt, but a waver of sadness coming across her voice. "That is what has troubled me for so long," she said, not looking at him in case she did cry.

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our darling heroine ELIZABETH decided to go out as JULIETTE and mingle with the locals. she met up with HUGO in the small paris MARKET. there they spoke of typical girl things such as her darling OUTFIT and men, but of course they spoke in GERMAN. she couldn't believe it took her SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY words to finally FINISH what she had to say.

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[SGT HUGO STIGLITZ]

Liza's eyes started darting around like one did when they were reviewing memories. Hugo would know all about taking a painful walk down memory lane, but he never shared, not to anyone, at least not yet. Many people said that to bottle them up inside was a dangerous approach, but it seemed that Hugo took out these dangers on all the right people, such as Nazi's. Other people may find it dangerous, but it was more fuel to Hugo's Nazi killer fire.

She spoke up softly and mentioned her brother then paused and began reviewing her memories again. It would not stop there, he could tell by the way she stood and the conflict in her eyes that she wanted to continue and it was only a matter of time before she popped like a balloon that was overfilled with helium. A man who was a rude and who really did not wish to hear any further would have taken the pause as an opportunity to speak up and talk about something else but along the same lines, such as his older brother's goofy name or something dumb like that. However, Hugo was not just an average man and he was not that rude to women, or at least he tried not to be. Instead, he kept his mouth glued shut and his eyebrow raised in curiousity.

When most people raise their eyebrows, it meant they were just dying to know what was coming next, but Hugo looked strange doing it and really he wanted to know what could be eating her up. It had occurred to him that he was not the only person with painful memories and some people wished to talk about their's to ease the pain, but not everyone would be - she popped.

Just as he had guessed, while he was deep in his own thoughts, she blurted out the reason for her sadness and although his facial expression did not change in the least bit, her words circulated his mind, smashing into his own memories of the Nazi party. One woman ending a war was a mighty hard promise, but she was with the basterds, and together they could do it, to speak in that lame 'teamwork' manner. "Ah, I see," he said, at a loss for words, as usual.

He could have sprung up and spoke about his own interactions with the Nazi party, but then he would be opening up to her, and it would just be a giant pop, as if someone poked a hole in a hot air balloon with the Eiffel Tower, not a pretty sight. "I'm..." he paused, searching for an excuse to not use the word but it came out anyways, "...sorry. The Nazi's have claimed many lives." In order to cancel out his own emotions, he added a rather generic statement at the end but the thoughts circled his mind and maybe he would touch on them later. "Do you remember the Nazi who killed him?" he asked, mentally ready to kill whoever had put Liza and her brother through this through the use of a fork and a walking cane, he was quite creative when it came to killing Nazi's after all.

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

i'll just close my eyes and pretend,
that you're holding me tight tonight.

Elizabeth knew that she couldn't be the only person affected by this war and she didn't want to sound selfish, but she needed this off of her chest, she needed to tell someone and Hugo seemed the right person in her head. Yes, he was human, but he didn't do touchy feely, caring stuff, he didn't do hugs or sympathy, well, he might have done, but she hadn't seen him do so, so he was a safe chance for her. He sometimes showed emotion, but it was mainly when he was killing, he would show his anger in his eyes and Elizabeth enjoyed watching him kill Nazis, sounded strange, but it was true. In way, possibly sub-conscientiously, she was fuelling his hatred a little more, giving him the feeling of killing even more for breaking this little delicate girl. She knew that had it been her brother who had survived and she that had been tortured, he would have done exactly the same thing, although he probably would have been a little less subtle about the whole ordeal.

Her mind was stuck on the memories of her brother, everything she thought of led her back to him. Seeing something as simple as a Franc made her remember when he would give her a few coins to spend on anything she wanted while he would rendezvous with their latest helper and she would go buy some sweets or cigarettes for the gentlemen to smoke while they discussed their plans and she listened intently, smiling to herself and helping them. She was even reminded of her brother when she sipped at classy French beer, or smoked those cigarettes they had imported from England by their superiors to keep morale and patroitism up. She liked that idea, it kept the English, English when they needed to be, but were still highly trained in undercover work and knowing what they were doing.

Hugo didn't embrace her or place a loving hand on her shoulder and she didn't mind. In fact, she preferred that, she hated sympathy, it annoyed her in a way, even though she dished it out quite a lot to her friends, but for herself, she hated it because it always brought back everything ten times as worse. Not only that, but it made her feel weak in a way, it made her feel she couldn't handle her own pain and had to seek refuge in other people's emotions to feel better and that wasn't true, she just wanted someone to know. She was complicated and complex, but she was a woman, so that went without saying really.

He spoke finally and it kept her a little calmer than anyone else could. He apologised and she shook her head, please always did that and she never understood why, people said sorry when they didn't do anything, they were the innocent ones and they were apologising for what those pigs had done. "There's no need to apologise, you were not the disgusting vermin that did that heinous act," she said, a slight amount of venom present in her voice. She heard his question and that's what made this a whole lot harder for her, she didn't know who he was and that's why she stayed in France, she had the option to go back home and train as a nurse to treat the wounded, but no, she wanted to stay here. "As of yet, I do not know the pig that killed him, it was dark, there was confusion and he just dumped him on the side of the street by the hospital, giving him false hope, making him feel as if he would survive when it was obvious he would not. His wounds were bad and he knew it himself, he died in my arms and that's exactly the way that he will die," she said, that venom pouring out through her words as her eyes swelled with small tears once again. She wasn't going to cry, she promised herself that.

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our darling heroine ELIZABETH decided to go out as JULIETTE and mingle with the locals. she met up with HUGO in the small paris MARKET. there they spoke of typical girl things such as her darling OUTFIT and men, but of course they spoke in GERMAN. she couldn't believe it took her SIX HUNDRED AND SISTY SIX words to finally FINISH what she had to say.

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[SGT HUGO STIGLITZ]

It was true, he did apologize for something that he did not do, but then again, apologies for anything were not generally spoken from Stiglitz's mouth, hardly ever did he apologize. It was not too huge of a shock that he did not know how to properly apologize, but so many people could say the word as if it were as easy as saying 'hello'. How the hell people could do that, Hugo did not know. Well since she could not understand why he said it, that would be the last damn time he'd say it.

When she mentioned what she would do when she found him, he did something that the moment would have never ever called for, he laughed. It was a laugh from the back of his throat so it was low and sort of gurgly. "You want the man who killed your brother to die in your arms?" he asked after the second of his laughing had passed and his face returned to serious. "Why give him that honor? He should die under your foot," he corrected. It would be a better idea to squash the German with her heal than to even touch him with her arms while he passed into hell.

If this man was of any rank, Hugo may have already killed him, but he rather hoped not. In fact, now he wished that when he found the man, he would torture him of course, have his fun and keep him barely holding on to a thread of life, give him hope by bringing him to a woman and then have her finish him off. Maybe she could watch the torturing, maybe she could join in, but Hugo wanted some fun in bringing down the Nazi first, it was his favorite pass-time anyways.

Hugo's killing Nazi career would not be that much help after the war, he was born for war, he would die in the heat of war, but not before he took down every last one of those swastica-sticking assholes in the process. Damn, he had the best job in the world. It should not be called Soldier, it should have been called Hugo's Perfect Profession.

A sound caught his attention and he jerked his head to the left to see a rat scamper by. His eyes remained fixed there for just a moment before he returned his attention to Liza. Before he could even say another word, a cat flew by, chasing after the rat and the mental image of Liza as the cat and the Nazi as the rat passed his mind subtly, tugging at the corner of his mouth in amusement. Damn rodents.