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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 20, 2016 9:05:54 GMT -4
Full Name: Matthias Vicar
Birth-date: 12/17/1914
Ethnicity: White European..?
Nationality: Austrian
Religion: Lutheran-Protestantism
Physical Appearance: 6'2, short cut dirty blond hair, bright green eyes. Somewhat poor posture. (i'll add more and more throughout the rp in description of him)
Date of arrival (day you arrived here): 11/2/1941
Skill set: Medic
Family History: Father lead a small congregation that offered help to the poor. Matthias's mother and two sisters contributed to this valiant effort.
You lay asleep in your cell when the bells ring. It's the first roll call. Your cell is quite comfy, the Germans aren't really the average Joe's when it comes to prisons. Anyway, your cell is unlocked as the prisoners file out.
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Post by llama on Oct 20, 2016 9:13:22 GMT -4
Hearing the bells I let out a low groan; mornings were always the worst. I have always been more of a night owl and jumps at any opportunity to stay up late, much to the disdain of my waking self. Will I ever learn from my past mistakes in this self-induced torture of sleep deprivation? Not likely.
Rising to a stand, I quickly change into my uniform (underwear suffices for sleeping attire), grabbing my circular wire frame glasses, and groggily shamble out of my cell. I head in the direction of the courtyard(?) where they will confirm I'm not, oh I don't know, making a raft out of driftwood and sailing to Australia.. which I'm not.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 20, 2016 9:17:05 GMT -4
(yes, it's the courtyard ye go for roll call)
You walk with the prisoners as you enter the courtyard. It's chilly and cold, as always.
You and the prisoners line up one by one, side by side.
The presumed head officer steps into a podium with two papers in his hands
He reads out the names of the prisoners.
"Matthias Vicar?"
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Post by llama on Oct 20, 2016 9:25:49 GMT -4
I raise my hand slowly, my face drab and arm only halfway up, "Here, sir."
Glancing side to side, I look over at my fellow prisoners beside me.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 20, 2016 9:27:26 GMT -4
They don't really care about you as the officer finishes the names. You're free to do whatever now.
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Post by llama on Oct 20, 2016 9:45:54 GMT -4
Might as well get to the daily grind of work to get enough notes for those cigarettes and rations of coffee. I head to the mail room, hoping to take up the job of censorship. My multilingual abilities have helped me attain the job before.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 20, 2016 11:46:08 GMT -4
You begin the tedious job of censoring letters. After an hour, you meet your quota, when an officer hands you a package.
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Post by llama on Oct 20, 2016 12:24:25 GMT -4
I take up the package and give him a nod. Deciding to take a break, I bring the package over to an empty table and open it.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 20, 2016 17:17:16 GMT -4
You open the package, and contains:
-A pack of cards
-A bar of soap
-A pipe and tobacco
-2 chocolate bars
-a letter labelled: Matthias
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Post by llama on Oct 20, 2016 18:58:04 GMT -4
Ripping over one of the chocolate bars and breaking it in half to snack on, I open up the letter as well.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 20, 2016 19:03:12 GMT -4
You munch on the bar.
"Dear Matthias,
This is your sister, Marie. The allies, have used our house for a staging point against the nazis. In return, they let us send this package to you.
P.S, open the soap, and pipe."
You realize there is a slit in the soap.
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Post by llama on Oct 20, 2016 21:36:04 GMT -4
I put everything back into the package for now. I will look into it once I know I won't be walked in on.. which is likely never, but I'll look into it when there's a less likely chance I'll get caught.
Putting the remaining half of the chocolate bar into the box, I bring it over to my desk and continue my job.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 20, 2016 21:37:13 GMT -4
(you met the quota, you can stop working)
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Post by llama on Oct 21, 2016 8:34:18 GMT -4
(my b)
I head back to my cell to look at the contents within the soap and pipe.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 21, 2016 8:55:33 GMT -4
You open the piece of soap up and find an FP-45 pocket pistol, and inside the pipe you find a small compass, and a compartment with a message inside it.
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Post by llama on Oct 21, 2016 9:47:55 GMT -4
My eyes widen a bit at this weapon which I quickly tuck into a pocket or pretty much any compartment on my uniform. I then focus in on the compartment to see what it says.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 21, 2016 18:08:46 GMT -4
You open the message and read it.
"This pipe is used for compact message concealment. It can also be used as a functional pipe."
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Post by llama on Oct 24, 2016 17:04:14 GMT -4
I nod a tad at this message, putting some tobacco into the pipe and lighting it with a match after I withdraw one from a matchbox I keep in my cell.
Do I have to do anything else today?
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 24, 2016 17:12:12 GMT -4
Nope. However, it's recommended to head down to the cafeteria, as you're quite hungry for breakfast.
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