we're going to be fine.

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

and i know that we are going to be fine,,
our hearts and souls will live on if our bodies do not.

Elizabeth looked at the crowd as she finished her song, letting her final note ring through the audience as they stood, watching her with a little amazment. They seemed to love her voice and they all paused in a moment of silence and stillness, taking in the last note and adoring her. Finally the crowd errupted into cheers and applause, wolf whistling and howling and she loved every minute of it. Being beautiful and a talented singer made it a lot easier for Germans to fall in love with her and then that made her job a lot easier. Tonight wasn't about killing Germans, yet, it was all about getting to know, slipping herself into their conversations and finding out their secrets so she knows what they will be up to in a few days and whether or not there will be a huge mass of German soldiers hiding, ready to ambush soldiers and civilians walked down the road, minding their own business. She loved the way they could get a little too drunk and spill everything to her, but she couldn't join them just yet there was two things she needed to do. One, get a little bit tipsy herself so no one suspects her as being fake drunk and two, she needed to go over the plan once more with Blair.

Blair was a young man that she got along with swimmingly. The two of them were like brother and sister, always protecting each other and always together, there wasn't a time back at the camp when they weren't talking about something. They had the English connection and could talk about everything and the things they missed from back home that were typically British. Not only that, but they could speak in many different languages and have conversations about the other Basterds and they wouldn't understand a word they spoke, just the way she liked it. Blair was like a little brother to her and she sometimes wondered if the other men at the camp believed something else was going on between them, there realy wasn't. She respected Blair and she was there for him and he was there for her, that's all it was a friendship that sometimes extended to a sibling like relationship, after all, they had both lost someone so close close to them and were now getting through the war together, they were good friends and she hoped they would remain so after the war had finished.

As the spectators began to move away from the stage to grab their beers and other alcoholic beverages, she began to help the band pack away, a few of the members of the band were just musicians and others were Basterds, or people aligned with the allies. She knew it was a bit of a risk coming here with so many Germans in this area and the fact that there would be a lot more arriving every minute, but in war, you had to take risks, you had to be prepared to do whatever you could to win for your side. She knew that she probably wouldn't make it out of this war alive, but she would be sure to take a few Nazis with her as she did so. She made her way to Blair and smiled lightly at him. "How are you holding up?" she asked him in her fluent French, placing a loving hand on his shoulder, hoping he was okay. She did care for him and she hoped that every day he was okay, she would do anything for her friends and they knew she would lay her life on the life for them

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once upon a time ELIZABETH decided to go out, disgused as JULIETTE just to have some fun. she went to LE BOULE DE MASCARADE and met up with BLAIR EVANS on the off chance of having some fun. she finally FINISHED what she had to say to him in around SIX HUNDRED AND NINE words. she wore one magnificent DRESS (click) and MASK (click) and was making sure she always spoke FRENCH.

[PFC. BLAIR EVANS.]

* cause i've seen love die way too many times ,
when it deserves to be alive .
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Elizabeth’s beautiful vibrato voice resonated through the room, the Germans looking on with amazement in their eyes. Her voice had definitely charmed the audience with each song. Blair himself was perched lightly on a sturdy wooden stool, barring his long, spidery fingers as he moved up and down the fretless neck of the cello he was playing. A friend had lent an old, warped cello to Blair to use. While the sound was initially awful, Blair had spent a day before the ball straightening the neck, replacing the strings and condition the sound to perfection. It was clear the sound was vibrant and pure as Blair swiftly stroked the strings with his bow, the low baritone notes harmonizing with the stringed instruments and piano. He was surprised how quickly his proficiency with the cello had come back; he had only practiced for two days after a musical hiatus of five years, and there was no trace of rustiness.

The basterd kept his eyes on Lizzie, watching her sway slightly as the song came to the climax. He smirked slightly as thought of his great relationship with Elizabeth. Not only did the two both have a lot in common, but they were really the best of friends. He always looked up to her as an older sister type, and she was one of the only Basterds who he confided in and truly respected. She understood him and his quirks, and he understood hers. He was so thankful that she was one of his most trusted friends within the Alliance. She kept him in check often, as did he for her. She was in fact the person who had suggested to the Germans that Blair was a ‘fine cellist she had worked with before’ in order to get him into the ball. Unlike Aldo and some of the other Basterds, once Blair was done with his music he was free to mingle in the Ball, which served him much more freedom to carry out any sabotage he had planned.

The music ended as she held onto her final note, Blair pulling back on the strings slightly as he let the deep notes fade away from the large instrument. The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles, clapping for the fine performance. Blair was internally on fire when he looked into the eyes of those dirty krauts. If he wasn’t undercover, he would have taken those German heads and scalped them on the spot. The anger he had towards them was overwhelming, and he started to shake inside, praying that he wouldn’t lose control. He could compromise anything with a stupid slip up.

Blair sighed as the crowd disassembled to mingle and get some alcoholic drinks. He stood up and leaned the cello against his stool, holding the bow as he headed over to his case. He looked around for a moment, making sure there was no one watching him as he discreetly opened the case’s latch. There inside, along with the space to store the cello was ten inconspicuous explosives and his personal scalping knife along with some other sharp blades. This was another advantage; while the waiters could barely conceal their scalping tools underneath their suits, Blair could smuggle in numerous weapons without cause of suspicion. He took one of the small explosives and tucked it into his blue blazer, clean and unwrinkled after washing it for the ball. He then placed the bow and cello into the case and headed back over to the main stage.

Blair was dusting off his jacket as he observed his surroundings. There was a fairly high amount of security conspicuously placed around the ball. Although the Germans had not suspected Allies taking on the form of musicians and waiters, they were probably still concerned that they would try to plan an attack. Thankfully the Basterds were one step ahead. In the middle of this thought he heard a soothing, musical French voice behind him, and then a woman’s warm touch on his shoulder. Blair turned around and noticed it was Lizzie. ”Horribly,” he said in a mock annoyance, smiling as he spoke in his flawless French, “This suit is really uncomfortable. And I can’t believe you made me shave. I feel so naked.” He slipped a slight smile before resuming his serious expression. ”How about you, El?”

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

and i know that we are going to be fine,,
our hearts and souls will live on if our bodies do not.

Elizabeth was beginning to worry in some ways, yes, she was someone who was always here and in this place, she was always in danger. She was the one who did the most undercover work as a French citizen and all the other Basterds just turned up randomly to create havoc and kill Nazis. She worked for her cover, she worked for her kills and she was experienced at keeping herself on the down low, she knew when to speak and when to be silent, she knew how to please them, playing up to their fantasies and she knew exactly when to strike. The Basterds knew nothing of subtlety and they sure as hell didn't have her prowess. Hence, she worried about them, she was scared that they would fail in what they were supposed to be doing, not because they weren't determined, because they were, but because she worried they wouldn't have the secrecy skills or they wouldn't be able to hide themselves in a crowd, or they wouldn't be able to cover up their slip ups in accents and such. She knew how to do it because this is what she was trained to do, but they weren't, they were trained to kill and that's all they knew.

She knew it was safer to have as many Basterds around as possible, hence why she had enquired slyly about bartenders and waiters and another reason why she had asked about having another singer and a cellist, so she could surround herself with people she knew and people that she could trust. Her eyes scanned the room and she could see each Basterd clearly, none as clearly as she could see Blair, of course, who was standing before her. A fine young man from her home so she got along with him ten times better than everyone else. Yes, she did enjoy the company of Hugo and Donny, and she did enjoy the occasional hour or three spent with Smithson, but Blair was a cut above the rest, a fine young man who she enjoyed the company of, no matter what her mood was. He was the one she could talk to about anything and everything, not just the job or how to fight the latest patrol, but about her emotions and tea, yes they spoke of tea and how much these English socialites missed it, can you blame them being stuck with water or alcohol, you needed a good cup of tea sometimes, just to settle yourself and make you smile.

Blair made her smile, no matter what he said it made her smile, the only thing was, she wished she could just say to him something in English so they could savour each moment before it was spoiled by those harsh American accents. "Shaving suits you, makes you look presentable," she said, chuckling slightly as she stroked his cheek, his smooth skin connecting with her smooth skin too. It was her job to look presentable all the time, so she had to do that same with Blair if they were going to get away with all of this, they had to look good. "And the suit, you will get used too once you've walked around for a little," she said with a warm smile as she spoke from experience, most of her dresses were uncomfortable, this one was less so because she had made it herself to hang a little lose so she wasn't forced to adjust it and it wouldn't itch, this dress was actually comfortable and not stuffy like all the others. "I am just dandy," she said with a little smile, Donny's words coming into her speech like it did every so often, phrases and words he used tended to slip into her own sentences, just by bad habit now. "This is a lot more civil than most of the times I socialise with this swine, so I think I will be perfectly fine," she said with a little smile as she looked at him in all seriousness. It was true, she had been at parties where she had to literally beat men away as they fought for her company.

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once upon a time ELIZABETH decided to go out, disgused as JULIETTE just to have some fun. she went to LE BOULE DE MASCARADE and met up with BLAIR EVANS on the off chance of having some fun. she finally FINISHED what she had to say to him in around SIX HUNDRED AND NINETY THREE words. she wore one magnificent DRESS (click) and MASK (click) and was making sure she always spoke FRENCH.