When the sun comes up.

[MARCEL BEAUCHAMP]

Marcel shuffled in his seat slightly, it was getting closer to opening time and he was itching to punch one of these German soldiers in the face. Every time they saw his darling Shoanna, they would drool and jeer, hoping she would take their advances when she didn't want to. She couldn't resist them too much or they would become offended and hurt her. He could stand to see his sweet be hurt, if anyone hurt her, he was liable to hurt them right back and them probably be hung which was never fun in any way, shape, or form. Death would be the worst thing for him because he would be without his love, his dear or his sweet. Shosanna was the world to him and being without her would probably break his heart into a million and one pieces. If she died before her time, he would have no choice but kill himself so he could rejoin his love, even if he couldn't rejoin her, he would be at peace and not have to waste every minute of every day crying and sobbing his heart until he finally found solace in the bottom of a bottle.

As the light was breaking over the street, he finally realised that it was time to open. He did not bother any of the people that he worked with, Ada or Shosanna, but instead he decided to open the doors himself. Slowly unlocking the door, he smiled to himself, one day he would think of some way to destroy the Nazis around them, but for now, he would have to deal with pissing in their drinks that he would serve them while they watch their stupid German films. The door was unlocked and he slowly opened it. He wasn't sure whether anyone would turn up this early, but they did have a showing coming on soon. He just left the door open, letting the air breeze in and he smiled to himself. Slowly producing a little cloth from his pocket he began to carefully polish the reflective surface that the movie posters were behind. He did not care for the movie poster, but the look of this cinema was what he cared for, he needed to make sure that everything was perfect so that the reputation was still okay. Well, the Germans were good for something and that was their money. There wasn't anything more he loved than to take their money and spend it on French cigarettes or save it up so he will eventually be able to buy a gun.

Once the surface was polished, he nodded to himself, happy to know that it was now perfectly spotless. He stuffed the small rag back into his pocket and sat himself down on one of the steps after he had pulled up the trousers of the dungarees. As he sat on the steps, he looked down at his shoes, wondering what today would bring in the way of events. He was a little worried that one of the German soldiers would hassle him for being black, or maybe for the pure fact her was French, either way he was ready for it, bracing himself for all the abuse. He sniffed lightly and then sighed deeply, something didn't sit right with him today, he just didn't know what, probably just the fact it was another day in this terrible life time. He hoped the war would end soon, he didn't care if he was alive after the ordeal or not truly, but for his friends, he wanted it to be over and done with.

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^{status •. finished.
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word count •. 600
speaking •. french, well, when he speaks XD
notes •. woo! marcel!}

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[EMMANUELLE MIMIEUX]

She was sitting in the middle of the cinema screen room with her legs propped up against the other chair, in front of her. A cigarette held between her lips, unlit. With her eyes closed she could have been mistaken for a dead person. But she was not, she was simply resting her eyes for a moment, thinking about how her life had played out in the past, and what it was like now, in the present. Everything that had happened was done; there was none of this rewinding the tapes, buiness, because what had been done, had been done. There was no going back and changing it now, she had lived for one life, now she had the chance to live for another. Rarely had another human being been given the chance to change their life. Shosanna thought herself lucky, yet she also thought herself unfortunate at the same time. She had gotten to live whilst her family had suffered huge fees at the hands of Nazi's, paying the highest price with their lives. Now that she had another chance at another life, Shosanna wasn't so sure that it had been the best idea to have ran away from her problems. However, had she not plucked up the courage to run - leaving behind her loved ones, she would surely have been killed, and would never have met her dear Marcel.

Speaking of Marcel, he would be awake by now and getting ready to open the cinema to the general public. A faint hint of a smile danced around her pale lips as she registered the image of him inside her mind. The light surrounding her small frame danced around the room, dust floating freely in the sun frames, making intricate patterns as she remained on the chair, the unlit cigarette between her teeth, still, and her eyes closed. Any minute now, she suspected, he would come through those doors to tell her that he was going to unlock the doors, so she sat there for a few minutes more, before realising that he wasn't going to come. This concerned Shosanna deely; her eyes opened and the unlit cigarette fell from her lips. Removing her legs from the chair in front of her, she turned her head in the direction of the door and pursed her lips together. With one hand she fumbled in her lap for the cigarette she had dropped, whilst with the other she retrieved her matches from the pocket of Marcel's jacket. The ciagrette was placed in her lips, once again, a match was struck against the board on the side of the box and the cigarette was lit. Shosanna shook the match out and placed the box back into the pocket she'd gotten it from. Standing, the twenty year old moved easily through the rows of chairs to the door, with the intentions of finding Marcel. She found him seconds later.

Taking the cigarette out of her mouth and blowing out the smoke, Shosanna leaned against the rail of the steps, close to Marcel and dipped her head down slightly. She watched him with her bright eyes for several moments before removing the cigarette from her mouth once again and opening her mouth to say something. ''Hello, my dear.'' A faint smile danced across her lips again as she shifted her position so that she was now seated on the steps next to Marcel. ''Are we all ready for the Nazi swine?'' she asked, furrowing her brow at the word 'Nazi', fidgeting with the hem of her shirt and taking another drag of her cigarette. Shosanna didn't like the word 'Nazi', heck she hated them all and wished that there could be a way to end this godforsaken war and rid France of all the backstabbing, evil, chauvinistic, Germans. If there was a way, there was a will and she would stop at nothing to get them out of her city, lest they hurt any more of those close to her. Shosanna exhaled loudly and brought her knees close up to her chest, crossing her arms over them and leaving the ciagrette hanging out of her mouth, she stopped thinking altogether and stared at the wall in front of them.