forum If Hitler Had Won the War (OPEN!)

Started April 26, 2018 by @Lenered

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Benjamin tugged at his right ear lobe nervously, as he always did. His new notebook was stuffed in his boot along with a pencil, just in case he got bored. It was digging into his leg. He shifted uncomfortably.
(I have to go now bye!)

"What." Marya stared at the girl, face unchanged.

Benjamin looked out the side window at a trolley on the street. The outside was red with a swastika on both sides and the front and back. I would give anything to be on that trolley right now. Then I wouldn't have to listen to my father. I guess that's the best part of this competition, is that I'm going to finally get rid of him for a little while.

Damian sat quietly on the train, not really sure what to do so she just stared out the window.

Benjamin wished he could take out his notebook and continue writing, but then he'd have to explain to his father what he was doing. He gulped. I'd rather avoid that conversation. He thought to himself as he stared out the window, realizing that his father had finally stopped talking.

(NERD their both in one.)

(I'm really sorry that I didn't catch that in her character description, but I didn't want another person from the resistance in the competition. Maybe later, Marya could recruit Ashlynn and they could work together?)

( Sooooo how is this going to go?)

(We're going to do it as we go along! ^-^)

Marya walked away from that person, reminding herself to keep calm as she sat down in a different empty seat.

(how long do you think it would take them to get wherever they're going? I'm kind of just stalling right now)
Benjamin enjoyed the peace and quiet, but with his father's presence there it was almost unsettling.

Zoe sat down and drew doodles on the window with her breath. How long until my death? She thought to herself.

(Let's start!)
Marya walked from the train station to the small array of cars waiting for the contestants of the Victory Axis Festival. She blinked to adjust to her blue contacts and walked over, her small pack of cigarettes hiding in her bag. It was so hard to get them nowadays, as Hitler had banned them because they were "poisoning" the Aryan race. Marya supposed that smoking was bad, but it was a habit. She would never be able to break out of it.

Benjamin climbed out of his car. His father followed him out, wanting everyone to know that Benjamin had a father of high power. His father walked next to him. "Stand up taller. You don't want sloppy posture." Benjamin sighed, doing what his father said.

Marya looked around the street, searching for the people she'd read up on. All of them had files, and she'd spent countless hours reading them. Though, files can't tell someone everything. She'd have to rely on her wit.

Benjamin ran his fingers through his hair nervously. He saw a girl with very long hair walking on the other side. She looks intense. I'm going to die here…

There were all types of contenders, short, old, young, tall, fat, muscled. All of them had some kind of talent. Heinrich Himmler had personally chosen all of them, based on their talent from years of training. Marya had taken the place of a girl named Asja Dragomirov, who had blue eyes and blonde hair. The only thing missing had been the blue eyes, but Marya had fixed that with some contacts. She wondered if Commander Weber's son had been enlisted this year, after all, he was a big one for honor.

Benjamin looked around, seeing that most of the people there had an obvious talent that would benefit them. He had nothing. His father had tried training him for years, but Benjamin had never been good at any of the fighting techniques. He assumed his father had lied, and that's why Benjamin ended up here. That, or he was automatically in the competition because of his father's rank. The only skills that could possibly help him we're hiding and first aid.

They directed them to the cars and Marya found herself sitting in a Mercedes with a seemingly young boy. 16, maybe?

Benjamin said goodbye to his father before turning back to face forward. He sighed, leaning back in his seat after his father left. There was a girl sitting next to him. Shoot. That's the intimidating girl…

Marya supposed she should initiate conversation. The person who's identity she was stealing had been read as an outgoing person.
"Hello. My name is Asja."

"Oh…uh I'm Benjamin Weber. Nice to meet you." He was so used to saying his last name as well.