forum If Hitler Had Won the War (OPEN!)

Started April 26, 2018 by @Lenered

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As she got ready, she packed another set of clothing for her to change into instead of the tight. irritating clothes she was already wearing. She imerged from the base and made her way back to town undetected. She immediately straighed out her collar and walked down the streets, pretending to be perfectly content with her life.

(Dude. The Second World War ended in 1941. Some of Roleplay this..is factually incorrect. Even if it is hypothetical.
I’m in no place to argue, though.

As soon as Benjamin was dressed, he headed downstairs for breakfast. The table had been set and the rest of his family was already enjoying their food. His father's uniform stuck out among the other's clothing. "Guten Morgen." He greeted, taking his usual seat at the table. The butterflies in his stomach had turned into giant wasps that kept stinging his insides.

(Dude. The Second World War ended in 1941. Some of Roleplay this..is factually incorrect. Even if it is hypothetical.
I’m in no place to argue, though.

(If Hitler Had Won the War. Check the titles)

Verli woke with the sun, as he always did. Stretching, he put on well fitting trousers and a shirt. On his way out the door, he made sure to fetch the paper for his father, and give his mother a kiss on the cheek. Starting off on his morning run slowly, he built up speed, until he was doing miles in less than seven minutes.

His family looked at him as if they were expecting some grand speech. Benjamin didn't deliver. Instead, he focused on trying to swallow his breakfast instead of throwing it up.

The train was delayed. Marya tapped her foot impatiently. Any second now. The officials would not like it if one of the contestants were late. She stared at her watch, waiting.

After finishing with his morning routine, Benjamin headed back down stairs. His father was waiting for him by the door, his gaze intense and judgmental as always. "You missed a button." Benjamin's father stated as he opened the door. Benjamin sighed, buttoning up his shirt as he followed his father outside. His father was going to drive him to the competition, which would hopefully be an advantage to Benjamin. If people see that my father is a high ranked military officer, they might go easy on me…hopefully. He sighed again as he slipped into the front seat next to his father. First, I have to survive a trip with my father…

Ashlynn walked through the crowded streets to the train station. There's no turning back now. If I die, I die for a good cause. She encouraged herself and stepped onto the train.

After a few minutes of his father complaining to him about everything he was doing wrong, Benjamin blocked him out. He leaned against the side of the window, looking out at the hoards of buildings they passed by.

The train had posters plastered all over the walls, promoting the Fuhrer and how amazing he was. The girl next to Marya was rambling about how relieved she was that the Fuhrer had decided not to outlaw makeup as Marya stared out of the window, watching the passing buildings.
Her blue contacts felt weird on her eyes and when she looked up at the glass window, her reflection stared back at her. Marya disgusted herself. Freckles, blue eyes, almost blonde hair. She looked Aryan. Turning away from the window, she adjusted the denim strap of her overalls that was starting to slide down.

"You better not let us down, Ben." His father's deep voice boomed. Benjamin opened his mouth to respond, but he shut it after realizing that he didn't have enough courage to stick up to his father. It's Benjamin… He thought to himself as his father continued. "The whole family is counting on you. Do not disappoint me."

Ashlynn saw another girl on the train she looked like she was glaring at the posters so she went to investigate. " Umm hey?" She said nervously. What if this is the wrong person? She thought to herself.
( Going on a trip won't be back until Tuesday so feel free to act out my character.)

Benjamin nodded, looking straight ahead at the road and trying not to seem like the comment effected him too much. His father continued. "I know how you are. You're weak. Don't let that effect your performance." Benjamin nodded again, biting his lip to keep himself from reacting.

Marya turned her head sharply, dirty-blonde hair swinging.
"Hello?" she wished that this girl would go away.

She whispered under her breath. " Are you part of the resistance?"