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Post by EVE "MINOU" BASSET on Sept 24, 2009 16:49:28 GMT
 I like someone who is a little crazy but coming from a good place. I think scars are sexy because it means you made a mistake that led to a mess[/b] This was the moment. It was the moment Minou had been waiting for. Yesterday, around this time, she received a letter from a German Nazi that read there will be three officers coming in for services and she best clear out her schedule to fit them in. Apparently, their comrade had died in battle, who knows from what, and the three men were granted leave. There first order of business was to come here, to the brothel. It was strange that if one man died, it would mean three men would meet their doom. After she had read the letter, she immediately contacted the Basterds and devised a plan.
Three women would be needed to take the officers into their separate rooms, or maybe more, depending on how brave those officers were when it came to tackling women and their seductive tactics. The Basterds were inside, each one who agreed to join in this ambush was in a room with a lady so their presence would not be suspicious. Hell, even Dimitri was downstairs doing, well, whatever he was doing. It was simple: get the men alone with the ladies, the ladies find a way to subdue the men. Of course, in Minou's case, she always did have a thing for bondage, and she was ready to tie up her officer in a sexy, sly way and then let in whoever it was who would kill the officer. The men liked all that brute stuff.
It did not matter what Basterd entered, so long as it was not Hugo. Knowing Hugo, he would be rather messy and Minou enjoyed her silk sheets too much to have them stains with blood all over the place. Maybe Donny would come? Though wouldn't he be more likely to help Elizabeth? Yes, that would probably be the case. Then who the hell did she have? Aldo? Utivich? Wicki? Oh well, at least being tied up would not really give the officer much room to fight her, and she could always gag him if he shouted too loud. Lucky for them, a brothel was known for men shouting from within, so her neighbors would think nothing of it, just please, guns made too much noise.
She yearned for a glass of wine, but it was not wise to drink before a fight, the adrenaline coupled with the slight bit of alcohol would worsen the effects and cloud her judgement, no, she had to rely souly on her sobreity. A curt knock on the door sounded, the officers must be here. Hopefully, everyone was in place.
"Coming," she said in perfect German as she approached the door. When she opened it, three men were standing outside in their Nazi uniforms. Why were they wearing their uniforms if they were on leave? Perhaps they think they look tougher as a Nazi or they would scare the poor little prostitutes into immediate submission. Men. "überkommen Sie darin, wir haben auf Sie, Herren gewartet," she said, telling the men to come on in, that the ladies had been waiting for them. Instead of saying 'officers', she called them 'gentlemen', as this would imply that she did not know the difference between an enlisted man and an officer, it seemed less suspicious in this manner.
"Mes prostituées, venez en bas, nos hommes sont ici," she called up to the ladies, telling them that the men were here and they needed to come down. She referred to the ladies as prostitutes so the men would feel better, hearing the word that basically meant that they would do the men's every command. Turning back to the men, she waited for the ladies to come downstairs. "Is anyone expecting you back at any specific time, or do we get you the whole night?"
[/color] she asked, a smirk painted across her face. "Telling your superior you're going to a brothel is not the best of ideas, we are currently at a bar," the man in the middle said through a wink. Apparently he was the leader. Minou laughed, as it called for one, but a very gentle one. She was enjoying this, actually. "Good boys,"[/color] she said, patting his cheek gently and stroking it with her thumb. "Now then, what names will we be shouting out tonight and who do I get?"[/color] The leader seemed a bit taken back by this way of asking for names, but he shrugged and said his own name followed by everyone's name around him. "I am Scharführer Gregor Ackerman, to my right is Oberscharführer Lamar Ethelstan, and on my left is Hauptsturmführer Steyn Hurst. Since I am the senior ranking officer here, then I you will be with me for the night," he said rather gruffly. Well, he was not too much of a looker, he even had a scar down his cheek from, well, something, but taking care of the senior officer was the best idea. "Thank you, Scharführer."[/color] "The ladies will be coming down in just a second for the Oberscharführer and the Hauptsturmführer, sorry for the delay, we must look perfect for you men,"[/color] she said through a smile that looked almost genuine, with a flash of sexiness in the showing of her teeth. "Call us by our first names," Steyn said. So he did have a voice, and it was rather rough, almost like he'd swallowed sandpaper, but he was attractive, well, more attractive than Gregor. "Whatever you would like, Steyn,"[/color] she nodded. Where the hell were the girls? She did not want to put her usual girls into this mess, they were a bit too fragile at times.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] --------------------------------------- words: nine hundred and twenty eight
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Post by EMMANUELLE MIMIEUX on Sept 25, 2009 0:20:57 GMT
outfit.
Shosanna couldn't believe her ears when she had heard about the plot between a- a- prostitute and a couple of the Basterds'. Taking down a couple of the Nazi's at a brothel where no-one would expect any violence; killing them in cold blood as they had done to so many before them? It was ingenious; absolutely ingenious. She simply had to be a part of the operative to recieve her due and release her from the shroud of guilt and pain that was surrounding her tiny little frame. Yes, it would do nicely. Of course; she had had it all explained to her. Act like a prostitute; make sure that she didn't do anything too irrational before the arrival of the Basterds, just encase she ended up blowing her cover and getting herself killed in the process. Marcel wouldn't be best pleased.
Speaking of Marcel; Shosanna hadn't heard him at all last night, she wondered idly if he had heard about the plot against the Nazi's and was staying out of her way so that she could get ready. Or maybe he was doing something else and had no idea about it all. Either way, Shosanna was glad to have her own company for a few moments as she finished getting dressed and adding little details to her appearance. The bright red lipstick was a shade lighter than her dress; which was a shade darker than her shoes. Everything just had to be red at the moment, she figured that it was fitting, considering the circumstances. Once she was done, Shosanna made her way to the brothel without being seen and shifted into the room she had been told to go to until she was to be called.
Mes prostituées, venez en bas, nos hommes sont ici.
A faint trace of a smirk danced across her pale features as she slipped out of her coat and made her way out of the room and into the next. "Bonjour Messieurs, j'espère que vous allez tous bien." The blonde woman smiled at the men as she moved into the room further; eyeing all three of them up. She knew that, by the way the middle man was standing and looking superior, that he was the senior ranking officer here. Meaning Eve would be 'entertaining' him tonight. It left Shosanna with two options. The Oberscharführer and the Hauptsturmführer. Hm; which of them was it going to be? Well, considering that she wasn't really going to have sex with the man, Shosanna decided to pick the Oberscharführer - or Steyn, as she had just heard Eve say.
Moving over to him, Shosanna smiled; looked him up and down and then circled him slowly; taking in every detail of his perfect little body. I'm really sorry, Marcel.. The twenty year old thought as she pressed herself close to the Oberscharführer and stood on tip toes to reach his ear, whispering. "Je peux vous montrer un bon moment, mon bon monsieur." She was doing much better than she thought; as she took his hand in her own and slowly led him to the door she had come through a few moments before. Winking at Eve just as she moved out of the door and into the room she had occupied a moment earlier, closing it behind her and moving over to the bed.
Shosanna really cared about Marcel; but for this one night only she had to do what she had come here to do. Carefully; she positioned herself on the bed so much so that it was provactive, but at the same time submissive. Raising her eyebrows at the Oberscharführer, Shosanna raised her hand and made a sexy 'come hither' motion with her finger, a lop sided smile plastered on her face as he moved over to her.. slowly.
notes: gah, sorry this sucks. i had no idea what to put/do/say.
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Post by EVE "MINOU" BASSET on Oct 13, 2009 1:39:25 GMT
I like someone who is a little crazy but coming from a good place. I think scars are sexy because it means you made a mistake that led to a mess [/b] When an opportunity arises to do the one thing that has been tugging at an individual's desire for so long, that individual can become anyone they want to become. Emmanuelle completely changed her appearance, she was hardly even recognizable. The damn girl's talented enough to be part of my line up, she mentally made a note. Emmanuelle, however, was not the prostitute kind of girl, she was quite the opposite, in fact. Emmanuelle had someone that she was in love with, someone most people would find disgraceful that she were in love with simply because of the difference in their skin color.
As if to say good luck, she winked at Steyn as he ventured off with Emmanuelle. "Lamar, let me grab you a quick glass of wine. I hate to tell you to wait, but it seems like one of the girls is busy making herself absolutely perfect for you,"
[/color] she purred before walking into the kitchen. She pulled out three glasses, maybe Gregor wanted to drink some too. After she had done this, she opened the bottle and gently poured out the Merlot into the glasses. When she turned around, Gregor was right behind her and she nearly dropped the glasses from her fingers. In an attempt to control herself, she breathed out and smiled. "Gregor, you scared me half-to-death! I poured you a glass as well,"[/color] she said, handing him the glass. He took it and set it on the little table in the kitchen. "I didn't come here to drink." He was rather straight to the point, she would need a lot of work on him. "But of course you did not, but would you leave your friend to wait?"[/color] The facial expression on the Nazi was enough to indicate that he did not care about his friend, he had what he wanted in front of him, it was time for Minou to step up her game and do what she was always paid to do. With simply a nod, she put down her glass, approached Lamar, gave him the glass of wine that she poured and grabbed Gregor by the wrist ever so gently. Quietly, she pulled him up the stairs, staying at least two steps above him so his eyes were level with her rump and she swayed a bit more than usual to let him know that she did not mind this. He was fiesty and a bit too quick to act for he grabbed her and plastered his lips to her the second they made it to the top of the steps. "Now now, there, let's at least make it to the room,"[/color] she teased, pulling on the bottom of his jacket so that he would follow. She could tell that he was going to be a little bit rough, maybe quite the rough one and it made her wish that the Basterds would hurry up and enter the room. Sure enough, once she shut the door, he slammed her against a wall. He was one of the ones who thought he could be a warrior in the bedroom and Minou had to suffer the battle. If no one came quickly, she would have to get rid of him herself before he beat her and she showed signs of bruising, that was never a good thing to have on a prostitute.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] --------------------------------------- words: five hundred and fifty seven
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