p.s. all of you go and read Corrie ten Boom's autobiography. one awesome person.
((Kraków-Płaszów concentration camp is where the prisoners would be if they can hear/see the plane...I suggest looking it up in Wikia at least to make sure we get this a little historically correct.
And I have heard the story of Corry Tenboom, it was well written.))
Mila was frightened. She was one of the youngest here, barely out of childhood at 13(almost 14). Mila was part J.e.w part Pole. She'd wished she could go and hide when they were all herded into the square to witness the execution.
Mila had positioned herself behind some of the taller prisoners and had covered her ears. She knew Felicia, the woman had helped her a few times before when she couldn't finish her work becuase she was to weak. Mila didn't know her all that well though, she thought if she had any reletionship at all friend or whatever than they'd disappear, just like her family.
Mila was a small person, the malnutrition hadn't helped her already petite frame. She barelt stood at 4'10" and was boney. Her hair used to be beautiful, back and curly and used to go to her mid back. Now it was in a boys cut, dirty and creasy. There were lice crawling around on her scalp, she could feel them but coudln't get rid of them.
Mila heard the explosion and screamed fearfully, wishing herself away, but it didn't work. The guards weren't polish or German in hertiage, some of teh woman thought Ukrainian. The guards were yelling, whipping, hitting and shooting now trying to get the frightened roiling prisoners under control. Mila shrieked when she whipped across the cheek.
Finally people were rounded into their barracks. Mila knew this was going to go well, Amon Göth was the commandant, he killed at least oen person before breakfast each day, this escape attempt or whatever it was would not sit well with him.
Mila sat on the shelf bed she shared with 3 others, trembling in fright, no one dared speak, guards walked up adnd own the aisles with their guns, they normally wouldn't come into the barracks except for wake up for fear of the rats and disease that was everywhere here, but the explosion was not supposed to happen so they secruity would amp up.
yeah thats cool with me :) lookes good to me :)
Felicia was roughly made to stand up, with her hands behind her back. She couldn't fight back but she knew there was something going on that could potencially save her. She blindly walked with the officers who practically held her off the ground. Before she could figure out where she was, she was being thrown onto a cold, dirt floor. The door was slammed and she sat on the floor trying to figure out how to untie herself. She had to know what was going on.
Coolness!!! I'm going on a trip, will write next week. don't kill them off till i get back pls. =P
haha ok I won't :D Have a fun trip.
yeah give me till saturday.
((Works for me :) ))
((I usually go with the "less is more" policy when it comes to these things simply because it can be hard to keep track of who is who. Also, twins were among the most tortured in concentration camps and were subjected to many tests and studies, so I don't know if we want to get into that because it can be really graphic and gross sometimes.))
I want a breakout! but unless everyone breaks out at once, some will be punished. and it's just not practical. can we bring some magic in here? also, have you read the Zion chronicles by bodie and brock thoene? not really WWII but the partition of palestine and stuff. really awesome. i have an idea, about a high-ranking gestapo guy who suddenly has a change of heart or something and starts helping them. how does that sound?
I like the high ranking officer thing. It reminds me of the movie Schindler's List, which is a really good WWII movie. If you haven't seen it you should. Now who will be the officer?
Yeah, something like Schindler's List, I suppose. I have no other ideas, except about halfway through where the brit can have this big scene with the gestapo guy. Do you do that sometimes? come up with this idea and then act it out in the bathroom/wherever? =)
(I'm fine with being the officer if that's OK with you guys...))
(Works for me. Shall we get back on track with the story then?)
Kiefer Styne walked his post outside the solitary cells. He wasn't sure how he felt about concentration camps, Syne had just joined the Gestapo to keep his business from failing and to keep his family reletively safe.
Keifer was around 35-40, he was an average siezed man, not the most fit, but not flabby either. He has dark, dirty blonde hair in the average military cut. His eyes were an icey blue., he had a strong jaw and perfectly clean shaven.
Keifer had been stationed here for quite a few months now, he was missing his family back home. He had a wife, three sons, a 15 year old, a 10 year old, and a 8 year old, and he also had two daughters, a 4 year old and a 6 month old.
Okay.. I'm obviously the winner of the universal award for procrastination... =) sorry people.
Alan finished prising up the board that made up part of the wall of the hut he was in. A heavy footstep sounded from outside and he hastily pushed the board back into place, leaning on it.
That night, when the patrolling guard had just gone on his way, Alan ducked out of the hole in the wall and, made his way towards the barbed wire.