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(So only one or two hours apart?)
(So only one or two hours apart?)
(5:36)
(5:36)
(AM or PM?)
(Okay, to newcomers: there are about 5 slots open. Don't make all of your characters girls or Caucasian or make them hate Hitler)
(Also: we need some Asians (Japanese, Korean)
(Thank you!)
(okay hi I'm back I really hope people join this rp because it's gonna be awesome)
(May I join?)
(….I don't think NERD is here but….. probably?)
(Yah, I'll just wait for them to get back :)
(May I join?)
Go ahead!
(I'm not interested in joining, but this is some Wulfenstien shit bro.)
(You mean Wolfenstein?)
(My bad. Cool idea tho!)
(Thx!)
(…..Wolfenstein….?)
( Soooooooo when can we start?)
(I'll start off maybe?)
"Marya! Sleep early today." Bakarne's voice ringed through Marya's ears and she nodded. Tomorrow was the start of the Axis Victory Festival. And it was the start of a revolution. She retired to her room and pulled the covers over herself, running over the plan in her head. Win. Go to the palace. As soon as the clock strikes twelve, I shoot and the Fuhrer will be dead.
( Hey can my character and yours be friends @Nerd?)
Benjamin nervously tossed and turned in his bed, stressing out about the events of tomorrow. I'm going to fail. I just know it. I'll let my whole family down… He sighed, laying on his side and staring at the swastika on the back of his bedroom door. They were everywhere around his house. There was a swastika on every door, mirror, salad bowl, dinner plate, and even the fancy napkins that they only used when important guests came.
( Hey can my character and yours be friends @Nerd?)
(I would say yes, but Marya doesn't have any friends, so maybe they can be friends during the Axis Victory Festival?)
(I forgot what my characters name is and is too lazy to look.) banged her head on the bunk above her, as Grant called them to get up. " Todays the Axis Victory Festival!" He shouted for encouragement. Oh yeppie! She thought sarcastically. Todays the day, for freedom. She thought as she got dressed.
Damian Rae hugged her knees as she sat on her bed. She fingered one of her obsidian throwing stars in her hand. She was surprisingly calm. And she hated it. She hated how calm she was with what she was about to do the next day.
Benjamin couldn't sleep. Instead, he sat up and took the new notebook and pencil from his bedside table. His mother had gotten him yet another notebook that morning because Benjamin had already filled up the one he got last week. He sat cross-legged on his bed, tapping his pencil on the edge of the brown binding as he tried to calm himself by writing.
Marya woke up at the crack of dawn and she gathered her belongings, walking down the swastika-infested streets with the Schutzstaffel crawling around. Hitler's guards. She snorted and applied her blue contacts, getting ready to play the part of a perfect Aryan girl. The buildings were covered in propaganda posters, encouraging young men to join Hitler's force and young women to give birth to as much babies as they could.
(Have to go for a while)
Benjamin yawned as he sat up in his bed. He'd fallen asleep at around one p.m. and his notebook was lying across his face. He shook his head and put it and the pencil back on the bedside table as he stood up, making his way over to his dresser. The maid (his family has a maid, butler, and gardener) had already put out a whole outfit for the day: a white tee shirt with dark blue button up over top, dark jeans, and brown boots.
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