[elizabeth] do you feel the pressure ?

[DONNY DONOWITZ]

Rarely was there ever a day where one particular young male had been so involved in a situation that was of no concern to him. Prehaps it would have been wise, and within his best interests to leave behind this incident and get on with what he had supposed to be doing. But had be not been of kind heart and unable to leave the scene of an incident without first making sure that everyone was alright, he would not be in the situation where he was late for a very important meeting with someone, at restaurant de l'élégance. And it was mostly certainly not, in his nature to be late for such an affair as this one. However, he could not just leave this scene and had evolved to do something worthwhile; Helena would understand. She always did understand. The male had then proceeded to peel off his suit jacket; handing it to a nearby person, his shirt sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows and he had gotten too his knees, surveying the damage done. A young female had been shot in the shoulder by a German officer. Judging by the lack of talking going on, he was led to believe that it had all been an accidental misunderstanding; however, he knew that Germans never did anything accidental. Prehaps there was something much more sinister afoot. He, however, said nothing and carried on working on the female until a car showed up and she was taken away. To the hospital he had hoped; but that had been a German car...

After washing his hands of that little scuffle - quite literally and figuratively - the young male had retrieved his jacket and moved off down the street. Leaving many people looking at him, in his wake. This he did not care about, he had saved the female's life [or so he had hoped] and now he had a pressing engagement that he had to get too, before he'd become too late. He quickened his pace somewhat, needing to get too the restaurant before he blew his chance. Quickening his pace, the tall male skidded around a corner, almost got himself run over by a car and slammed into a wall. A small 'oof' escaped his pink tinged lips, his head was shaken gently, to rid himself of diorientation, and then he was off once again. Sliding around another corner and disappearing down a strange dark alley, before coming to a complete stop outside of the restaurant. Looking down at his attire, the young man adjusted his jacket and smoothed out the wrinkles, hitched his trousers up, ran a hand through his hair and pushed open the door to the restaurant. Brown hues surveyed the surrounding area, coming to rest on the wait... erm, waiting for him to step up. "Bonjour, Reservation for Mr. Cohen?" The waiter nodded, picked up two menu's and gestured for him to follow his lead. Taking him over to the table where he was supposed to be seated at with Helena and passed him a menu after he sat. "Merci beaucoup." The male spoke softly, never forgetting his manners, no matter where.

After about a half hour, there was no sign of Helena and Gabriel was just about ready to get up and leave when a male waiter came rushing over to him with a piece of paper in his hands. Speaking quickly, in French, the waiter explained to him that the female whom he had been waiting for was not going to come tonight, nor any other night. He'd then handed the twenty year old the paper and scurried off. Taking the paper in trembling hands and unfolding it carefully, Gabriel read the words. Something heavy landed on his heart as he read the words. He felt as though he'd done Helena a terrible wrong. Guilt stabbed at his insides, his heart skipped erratically and the male felt so weak that he grabbed a hold of the edge of the table to steady himself. The words on the page were harsh. So much so that they brought tears to Gabriel's eyes as he read them; unaware of a familiar person in the distance, laughing with a couple of others. Unable to take anymore of the letter, the twenty year old pulled himself against the table as far as he could, leaned his elbow atop of it and placed the paper into the flame of the candle. He watched the paper burn absentmindedly as the same person he'd seen moments earlier made her way over to his table and spoke to him.

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

fine wine and perfect dining
for the sadly broken little girl.

Elizabeth sighed deeply as she quickly glanced in the window of the restuarant she was supposed to be having diner with a few of the German officers she was speaking to the night before. She quickly placed a broad smile onto her lips and nodded as she moved into the resturant finally. She hated this charade of this whole thing, but it was a must to get through to these German's, she had to do it to find out their plans, to finally figure out if the rules are going to change half way through this war. By that she meant that if a German soldier was willing to give up things without torture, or maybe they would just accidently let it all slip after one too many drinks. She didn't care either way, she just wanted information so she could kill some more Nazis and eventually end the war because she didn't think she could handle another day around these pigs, so she was going to do anything she could to end the war, even if that meant dying.

As she walked in, they all cheered and called her over, wolf whistling and jeering for her to come and sit on one of their knees. She didn't know how to take that at the moment, so she just sat on one of their laps and smiled brightly, playing along. She spoke to them in German with a slight French accent and kept the conversation simple and friendly. She knew that a lot of them were going to flirt with her until the night was over, but she was hoping that someone would be a little politer than usual, she didn't expect it though. She wanted to move slightly, but she was scared of arousing this gentleman and him thinking she wanted to spend more time with him. She really didn't want to, she hated that idea, unless the more time she was spending with him was including scalping. She laughed at his jokes and was polite to him in the best way possible, slowly topping up her glass of wine and she sipped at it carefully, she didn't want to get drunk because it could lead to a place she really didn't like.

A familiar voice rung through her ears and she slowly glanced over to him. Gabriel. She tried to get away from them to speak to her dearest friend, but she couldn't get away just yet. They were a little over excited and they didn't want her to leave. They moaned and begged her to stay, so she did. They continued to joke with her and slowly snuggle up to her and that was her limit. She looked at them sadly and excused herself, saying that Gabriel was someone she hadn't seen since before the war and didn't know how he was doing. She excused herself and smiled as she walked over to Gabriel's table. "Bonjour my sweet Gabriel," she said brightfully as she stood behind the empty chair across the table from him. "Would you mind if I joined you? I'm a little bit scared of my previous company," she said in her perfect French with her perfect French accent.

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our darling heroine ELIZABETH decided to go out as JULIETTE and mingle with the locals. she met up with GABRIEL in the quaint resturant named RESTAURANT DE L'ÉLÉGANCE. 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 FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO words to finally FINISH what she had to say.