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So, for those of you who don't know what an RP is, it stands for RolePlay. Basically, there's a story that needs to be continued (like a Round Robin). You create a character and continue the story, in your charrie's (character's) point of view. I'll start off. (By the way, this story is set during WWII in a rural part of Munich, Germany, in mid-November.)
//Alia//
Because I am a Jew, I am beaten by Nazi officers.
Because I am a Jew, I do not deserve to live.
Because I am a Jew, I must hide, in order to not die.
It is night. I am huddled in a tight crevice in an abandoned barn. There are gunshots in the distance. I hear screams that are quickly silenced. I wonder if my sister is the source of one of the screams.
I lick my parched lips. The last bite of food I had, was two weeks ago, before the Gestapo had raided my apartment, housing twenty Jews. I was lucky to have escaped with my life.
Suddenly, there's a creak. I stifle a gasp. I hear the patter of feet slapping the floor. I hear the slam of a door.
"Hello?" whispers a raspy voice. I cannot tell if it is a boy or girl. Man or woman. I hear the patter of feet come closer until they are right beside me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a head, looking at me. I close my eyes before I can see the face. I hug my legs in, even more, and brace myself for the impact of bullet on body. But there is no impact. I open my eyes and relax a bit. I somewhat turn my head, as much as I can in the tight space, and look at the person staring at me.
It is a child, probably my age, and from the looks of the Star of David sewed onto its tattered sweater, this child is a Jew.
Okay. That wasn't too bad. Continue from there!
submitted by Olive
(December 5, 2010 - 8:02 pm)
(December 5, 2010 - 8:02 pm)
Can I join???? This will be fun- its my FIRST RP!!! I will try.
"Will you help me?"I ask, staring at the person huddled on the ground. I am twelve years old,and I do not understand why we are persecuted. We are not some pestilence destroying a contry. We are a people. I know that my family is gone. I saw them taken, one by one. My momma, my poppa, my brothers. But the Gestapo did not take me, instead they left me to starve. In the wilderness. And now I wonder if this was a kindness, or cruelty yet more brutal than what they did to my family. "Will you help me?" I repeat. Rwo can survive better than one.
(December 9, 2010 - 5:12 pm)
Sorry- two instead of rwo.
Inya says atdo. At do! Hey- English!!!
(December 9, 2010 - 8:14 pm)
Yay! You rock, Mattie! Thanks for joining! By the way, I stole the //name// thing from ZNZ's RP. If you're reading this, I hope you don't mind ZNZ. :-)
//Alia//
I quickly snap out of my shock and hear the question, "Will you help me?"
"I'll help you." I whisper meekly. I struggle to get out of my hiding crevice. My body is stiff from the week and a half of staying in the same shape. As I am trying to straighten my back, I look around, making sure the area is clear. Finally satisfied, I stand up completely. I hold out my hand.
"My name's Alia," I say quietly, "You?"
(December 9, 2010 - 7:45 pm)
Nah, people were doing that before I was even on this website, so I can't in good conscience take credit for it.
This looks interesting, but I'm not going to participate, as I fail at hi-fi. I might lurk and read, though.
(December 9, 2010 - 10:46 pm)
This sounds fun, though I'm not sure whether or not I'll be good at it.
I ran through the forest as the trees whisped by me. Suddenly, I was on my face. I had tripped on a root, and now my nose was bleeding and my glasses broken. "Great," I muttered. They were getting closer. I could hear their dogs, those bloodthirsty dogs. My name is Adison. I'm 14, and my parents are dead. They killed them. I'm from England, moved here when I was 5, but they thought that we were Jews, so they killed them, all of them. My little brother and I had managed to escape. We were fine, lived for days, weeks. Until those stupid dogs found us and they, they killed him. I watched as he was killed. I've seen death too many times, more times than I've seen life. Now I'm running, like I've been doing all of my life. "Hey, come here!" I heard. They were getting closer. I knew it. Soon the forest was behind me and I was heading towards the city. Wait, I couldn't go to the city. That would jeapordize even more lives. "My life for many," I muttered. I turned around and charged with all my might at them. "Haha!!" I yelled and kicked the nearest guard in the face. I heard gun shots behind me, but I didn't stop to watch. There was a pain in my arm, and the sticky liquid dripped down my shirt. I screamed, but I still didn't stop. I ran behind a tree and watched them run past. "Idiots," I muttered and laughed at my good fortune, what little I had. I looked at my arm. There was a small hole and it was caked with blood. I shivered, and not because of the cold.
(December 12, 2010 - 9:31 pm)
(That was good ZB!)
//Alia//
I hear a scream and more gunshots as I wait for the person to answer. The scream sounds angry and bloodthirsty, yet a bit sad.
(My, that was short.)
(December 13, 2010 - 8:02 pm)
//Angelika//
I look out my window and see another Jew being taken away. I close the lace curtain and sigh. We have been masquerading as Christians far too long. I long to jump up and proclaim to them, "I am like you." But that means certain death. So for now, I let the masquerade continue.
P.S. CAPTCHA says bigt. Which t isn't capitalized CAPTCHA?
(December 18, 2010 - 5:33 pm)
//Adison//
I laughed at the idiots that ran by me. They couldn't catch a snail let alone me. I winced and fell to the ground, crying and clutching my arm. I've been sweating and turning pale ever since they had shot me. I dragged myself with my good arm about a mile to the place where my brother and I had been staying before they found us. It was a small camp dipped inside a neat little cove with a small fresh water stream coming from the river about a league away. I pushed away some ferns and found the little avocado skin that I had found. Staggering towards the stream, I dipped the avocado into the cool fresh water and let it fill up. I drank the first serving. I used the next one to clean the sore. "Ugh. I broke it." I muttered as I stretched my broken arm the best that I could. I fished around for a good small but sturdy stick. I bent it in half and used it as a sort of tweezers to fish out and bullet. When the man had shot me, the bullet had hit my bone and had just stayed there, in my bone. When I got the bullet out, I got a bloody stick, bloody bullet, and now an even bloodier arm. Again. "Okay, now I need to get to civilization. I walked towards the tent that my little brother had made from sticks and leaves to get my stuff. The only things that I had left were 1) a dented canteen 2) four granola bars 3) a box half-filled with matches 4) hairbrush 5) a large, well-worn blanket. I wrapped everything inside of the blanket, and tied that around a really big stick, so now I had a traveling pack. I said good-bye to the camp, to the grave that I had given to my brother's bones, shed a few tears, but left reluctantly.
P.S. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What do you want for Christmas?
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