This story takes place in the Polish countryside, 1942. Where two boys are in hiding from the Nazis. Two boys, whose parents are long dead, constantly running, but still finding hope and light in the darkness they can't seem to escape from. This is their story.
Okay, so if you haven't already guessed, this is a Holocaust roleplay. This will obviously deal with mature themes such as death and violence, though there will be no smut. Basically, anything is allowed except for smut. Also, try to be as historically correct as possible, I haven't actually studied the Holocaust a lot, but I get the basic concept. That's all I really expect. Oh, yeah, and please ask to join! I say this even though I will more than likely say yes.
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(I'm not including personality because i wanted to keep it brief and make it tbrp'd)
(Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I would like this to be romantic)
(If you don't mind that we already have a roleplay together then I would love to join!)
(Yeah, that's fine! Im going to have to post my character in the morning but you can go ahead and post yours if you want)
(Great! Thank you! I'll get my boyo up soon hopefully!)
Name: Felix White
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gayyy
Appearance: Pale skin and brown eyes. He has blond straight hair, he has short fluffy side-swept bangs. Since he is hiding and in the run, his hair isn't as fluffy if he wasn't. He is 5'5" and has a fit body with some muscle, but not a lot.
Other: He is pretty stressed most of the time, he even was before the war. His parents had a lot of expectations for him and it took a lot of effort to keep them.
Name: Celestyn Nowak
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: About average height with a slim, not at all muscular body,and curly brown hair, and dark eyes.
Other: He is often very quiet but is very friendly, especially towards those younger or less fortunate than him.
(Nice!!! So are you going to start??)
(Yeah, if that's good with you)
(Yeah, that works for me.)
Celestyn ran through the forest, leaves and twigs crunching underfoot. Gunshots fired in the distance. Screams echoed from afar, making his stomach churn. He had to keep going, though he had no food or water, or he would end up like them. Like his parents, who were shot trying to protect him. Like the townspeople being arrested and killed. He had to keep going.
Felix was already shaking. He had heard the distant sound of gunshots a few minutes earlier. They came closer by the second and he ran into the living room. His mother and father were already in there, his father with a shotgun in hand. He opened his mouth, his mother immediately shushing him. She thought maybe if they heard nothing from in here they wouldn't worry about it? She was dead wrong, literally. They sent him to the backroom by the back door. Just a moment later, a few Nazis burst into their house. His heartbeat rapidly increased along with his breath. He heard two deafening gunshots, two thuds following. He yanked the back door open and ran, fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins. He sprinted into the nearby forest and hid there.
After what seemed like hours of running, he collapsed into the dirt, his lungs burning. It should be okay now, I'm far away from them, I'll be safe, he reassured himself as he panted on the forest floor, when all of a sudden he saw someone running a couple of meters away. He didn't have a Nazi uniform on. He just looked like another boy from their village. Cel let out a small sigh and leaned back onto a tree.
His breath was super shallow and it was getting harder for him to breath, but he kept running, going deeper into the forest. He wildly looked around, his now unruly hair flipping around slightly. Spotting a human figure, he rand even deeper, thinking it was a Nazi. He dropped down by a tree. He would have kept running, but his legs wouldn't let him.
Celestyn got up and quietly made his way towards the boy, who had hidden behind a tree. "Um..hello? I'm not going to hurt you," he reassured the stranger, treading lightly and not trying to startle him.
Felix jumped a little. He looked up, fear apparent in his eyes. His heart was somehow beating even faster from the startle. He did let out a small, shaky breath once he saw the boy. He realized he wasn't a Nazi and ha relaxed a little. "H-hello…"
He sat down beside him, still out of breath and exhausted. "I think I've seen you before. You're Felix, right?" He asked hesitantly, afraid that he would be wrong.
Felix smiled slightly, his breath finally catching up to him. "Yup, you're right." He scanned the other and realized he was also familiar. "You look familiar as well… but I don't remember your name, sorry."
"That's alright. My name is Celestyn, but you can call me Cel." More gunshots pounded from afar and he winced. Birds flew, scattering away from where the shots fired from.
Felix tensed at the sound, his eyes widening a little. He was curled up, still behind the tree. "Nice to meet you, Cel…" He said in a small voice.
"You too." He looked down at the ground, watching an ant crawl across a fallen leaf. He probably knew why Felix was here, his family was probably killed or taken away. Cel squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the screams and gunshots. He didn't want to say anything to upset him.
Another group of gunshots went off, sounding dangerously close to the two of them. Felix took in a sharp breath, holding it. He slowly scooted a little closer to Cel. He was very tense, his head on his knees and eyes shut tight.
He leaned in closer, even though he didn't know him, he needed the support. A shout sounded only a few meters away. Cel grabbed Felix's wrist. "We need to go," he whispered urgently, getting up and running, still holding on to Felix.
Felix gripped Cel's hand like his life depended on it. His heart was racing once again and he had super short breaths. Sticks and leaves cracked and crunched like popcorn under their feet. He looked back, he didn't see anything, but that doesn't mean there wasn't. He didn't have a very good vision and they were running.
More gunshots. Though it was distant, someone was following them. He had really good hearing and could hear the angry screams and footsteps of a soldier. He spotted a barn up ahead, with a small shed with an open door. As soon as they approaches, he flung themselves into the shed and shut the door, pulling down a board to lock it. Back against the door, he slumped down and sighed