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Post by Race on Jul 10, 2008 10:28:13 GMT -5
okay,I started it,I'll post the first post later,mom's outta the bath.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 10, 2008 16:05:27 GMT -5
It was late, half past midnight Peter figured. The night was moonless, pitch black. Peter was sneaking through the camp, escape on his mind. He'd pickpocketed the guard's keys earlier while getting in trouble. It had earned him a black eye, but it was worth the sound of freedom. He was very close now, all he had to do was crawl under or over the barbed wire fence, when he heard the whistles going off, sounding the alarm. One of the workers had escaped! He was thrown off for no more than five secinds, but then he snapped out of it and started climbing for his life, if they caught him, they'd surely shoot him. The dogs barked in the distance, getting closer and closer as he climbed, but he cleared the fence in no time, jumping when he got to the top. There were a few stinging spots on his arms where he'd gotten caught on the barbed wire and he could feel the blood slowly oozing out of them, but he ignored them. Running like he never had before, he got safely away from the camp, crawling up on a fire escape to rest. He grinned, unable to believe he'd actually done it. He was free! Now all he had to do was find Thomas and make things right...
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Post by Race on Jul 10, 2008 16:27:45 GMT -5
Thomas had been put on night patrol, from 4-5 in the morning,he hated it,but someone had to do it,so they made boys in the HG, do it.People had learned by now not to be in the streets at night,because of the bomb raids. He stopped in front of a dance club, he could hear the swing music inside, the little voice of the swing kid in his mind was screaming for him to start dancing,nein,your not that anymore,your better than those stupid swing heil's and their dancing. He shook it off and went on down the street.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 10, 2008 16:48:01 GMT -5
Peter heard footsteps go by the alleyway he was in. He looked down from the fire escape only to see Thomas. Still in uniform, I see... He shook his head and waited for Thomas to go on by. Before he did anything, he had to round up the old crew. When Thomas was out of sight, he jumped down from the fire escape, heading to the usual swing hall where he would more likely than not find Arvid and Otto.
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Post by Race on Jul 10, 2008 17:09:39 GMT -5
Thomas turned down another road,behind the swing hall,he was debating on telling his people about it playing illigal music as he headed up the road again.
Otto was taking a break from playing,he sat there watching the others swirl around him in their dancing, sipping away at his drink. He was still angry about what had happened to Peter. He missed his friend and now everytime he saw Thomas he gave him hell for it,or what Otto considered giving him hell,he was soft spoken and didn't like drawing attention to himself,even though being a Swing Kid was enough attention.
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Post by Tellie on Jul 10, 2008 17:58:16 GMT -5
Arvid sat down beside Otto and took a swig of water from the glass. Glancing over at his friend, he sighed and took off his glasses, cleaning the lenses with the edge of his shirt. Slipping them back on, he scanned the crowd. It feels so strange without Peter, he thought sadly, a twinge of bitterness on the fringes of his mind. He was still upset with Thomas for what happened to Peter. "I miss him too," he said quietly to Otto, not making eye contact.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 10, 2008 18:39:53 GMT -5
When Peter entered the Swing Hall, he looked around for Arvid and Otto. Hr tried not to attract attention, though he looked horrible, scratched, bruised, dirty from the nazi camp. He spotted them at a nearby table and smiled, heading that way.
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Post by Race on Jul 10, 2008 18:47:27 GMT -5
Otto nodded,then saw someone who looked like a refugee heading towards there table, he raised his eyebrows, "Hey Arvid.....is that....wait...is that Peter? "he said.
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Post by Tellie on Jul 10, 2008 19:12:35 GMT -5
Arvid sighed. "No Otto, you're imagining it again." Otto had had problems with mistaking other guys around the city as Peter after Peter was taken to the camp. They thought he'd gotten over it, but apparently not. "Peter's at the camp, remem-," Arvid looked up, his jaw dropping. He, too, saw Peter headed their direction. Either Otto's hallucinations have rubbed off on me, or... "Peter?" he asked softly, incredulously.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 10, 2008 19:15:07 GMT -5
By now, Peter had gotten to the table. He stood before them, his bloody arms crossed, his battered, tired face, smiling. "Miss me?"
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Post by Tellie on Jul 10, 2008 19:21:22 GMT -5
Arvid still sat there, gaping at Peter. "Is... is it really you, Peter?" he asked, taking his glasses off and cleaning them again.
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Post by Race on Jul 11, 2008 10:59:30 GMT -5
"How?" Otto said,looking Peter over, "You look like shit..." he said,looking his friend over, a look of surprise on his face.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 11, 2008 14:38:30 GMT -5
"Yes, it's really me." Peter answered to Arvid. "Thanks Otto." He made a face, then held up the keys, dangling them. "That's how. Aren't you glad to see me?" he asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.
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Post by Tellie on Jul 12, 2008 2:59:18 GMT -5
Arvid looked over at the keys, then back up at Peter. "Of course we're glad to see you. But it's just so... sudden. Not many people come back from a Nazi camp alive. The chances are slim to none."
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Post by Race on Jul 12, 2008 10:23:32 GMT -5
"true," Otto said,still staring at Peter in disbelief.
Thomas was still behind the club,listening to the music,the little voice in the back of his head wouldn't let him leave there.
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