Catherine Landa

Hello dear, my name is Catherine Elliot Landa pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please make yourself welcome. //Independent OC Roleplay blog// Other rp blog: http://obersthanslanda.tumblr.com FC: Marion Cotillard *Small reminder this is a side blog I can not follow you back on this blog. if I do it is through my main blog obersthanslanda*

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i still hate y’all bitches who say oc x canon shit is cringe like bitch you have ANY idea how flattered i would be if someone made an oc for my fantasy world? how utterly PSYCHED my ass would be they loved a character so much they fleshed out one themselves just 2 be with one of mine? fuck y’all haters

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Having a villain for a boyfriend would be like having a cat: he would live for snuggles, never come when you call him, have glow in the dark eyes, and leave dead bodies on your doorstep.

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[catherinelanda]

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deadsingnolovesong:

Sophie didn’t even flinched. She mumbled under her breathe. “Go ta hell ye cunt then..” Playing savior. No…She was far worse than that. She was not a messiah. The doctor wondered if she would be able to call Hans to have a little more fun and for her to talk to him. No.. He wasn’t her husband nor a friend. She pulled out a locket holding a picture of her and her husband. She had lost a lot in this war, including her humanity and sense of self.

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[catherinelanda]

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deadsingnolovesong:

“You’re right I don’t, and I don’t really care.You want to leave then drop it. It’s another empty bed to save another person in this God Forsaken War.” Sophie sighed. She chewed the inside of her cheek. “I have more import things to worry about than a reporter too itchy to stay still. The morphine you have should be enough to get you home. There’s more in the bag with some other meds.”

Oh lord, this idiot doctor thought she was a reporter, oh and she had a savior complex to boot. Catherine found herself with a bad taste in her mouth the more time she spent with Sophie. 

“You really are something aren’t you?” She asks as she takes the bag from Sophie, beginning to change into the dress. 

After a huff and a push Catherine managed to get on her feet. “You don’t know the first thing about this ‘God forsaken war’...you’re too busy playing Messiah.”

With that Catherine hobbled out of the room, shooting a sideways glance at Sophie. “Let’s hope you don’t experience first hand like your patients do.” 

[catherinelanda]

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deadsingnolovesong:

“I understand.” She sighed and looked at her. She looked pathetic. And after her run in with Hans she didn’t want to deal with a restless British reporter. She have the woman a nurse’s uniform and a bag of antibiotics and pain medicine. “Your dress was ruined with blood. You can use this to wear. This is all you need to help with your wounds. If you want to leave, leave.” Sophie left to go to her office to deal with another problem. One of her nurses finally told her the truth. She was going to help her to escape. If Hans really was the Hans she would have to get her Jewish nurses to safety.

Suddenly Catherine found herself laughing, amused that this doctor thought she had her figured out. Normally, such a smug thought wouldn’t cross her mind. Maybe it was the morphine, or maybe it was the pain. Either way she was all too amused that Sophie was so sure of herself.

“You don’t,” she said simply, shaking her head. “You wouldn’t understand either.”

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deadsingnolovesong:

She huffed as she fixed her hair and clothes. She left the closet and glared at the nurses that gave her glares. She walked out of the closet to her office. She wouldn’t let their talks hurt her. She started collect files before going to the rooms to check on patients. Catherine’s room was the last stop on the list. She walked to the bed to check her vitals and such. She smiled down at the patient. “How are you feeling?”

With a huff Catherine looked over her shoulder at Sophie, her cobalt eyes hazy with the latent diesire for rest. “I want to get out of here.” She turned back around, diverting her eyes from Sophie. She knew there was no way she’d be leaving this hospital any time soon, damn did that make her nauseous all over again. 

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deadsingnolovesong:

She wanted it so bad. She wanted to have him again. She knew this was just the two of them wanting to have relief. She didn’t really care. But a part of her did. Who was she to him, friends with benefits. Hardly friends. This was just a game. A game she was starting to loose. She kissed him again. She started to grind herself on him. She tossed off her lab coat and started to open his tunic and shirt. “You make me feel like a giddy school you know that?” She reached up to squeeze his throat softly as she kissed him.

Hans was panting, gasping for air as he brushed his sweaty hair away from his brow. He pushed Sophie away and began to fix his uniform. Clearing his throat, he brushed a hand over his uniform and then into his hair to insure he was fixed up once more.

“Till next time Schatz.” 

He left the closet and Sophie without another word, waltzing right out of the hospital with a ever present grin on his face. 

[catherinelanda]

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deadsingnolovesong:

Sophie felt desired burning in her stomach she smiled and kissed him before pulling away. No she was working. She pushed away and looked at him. Should she. She kissed him and again and straddled him. “Are you sure you want it rough?” A nurse came to check on her and take her found away. They gave her some anti nausea medication. The nurses outside the room were gossiping about the colonel and his conquests.

When Sophie pressed close to him he could feel his erection ache, oh he could go another round and this time with Sophie, well that was just the icing on the cake. “Hm depends...how rough can you get schatz? And can you keep up this time?”

The medication helped, somewhat. Catherine laid back down, her knees tucking to her chest. She felt so alone...so empty. There was no one who would get her out of this but herself, and well so be it. The hardest part had yet to come. 

[catherinelanda]

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deadsingnolovesong:

She glared at him and decided maybe playing his game would be fun. She liked it last time. “Oh, ye hae no idea hoo rough Ah can be…” She turned around and lifted his chin and licked his lip before nipping it. “Ah do nae think ye can handle it Colonel.”

Hans wrapped his arm around Sophie’s waist, pulling her into the supply room. “Oh but I’d love to find out. Care to demonstrate for me schatz? It wouldn’t take long.”

Catherine pushed her bowl away, she couldn’t eat, stress was tearing at her stomach, she wanted to throw up. She cupped her hand over her mouth, her other hand pressing on her stomach. 

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deadsingnolovesong:

She growled and grabbed his tie and pulled it tight. “Listen here ye… Thes is a hospital nae ye own little fuck palace. Ye need ta respect it as such. And dinnae think ye charm and good looks can keep ye from getting inta trouble!” She pulled at little tighter. “Is thit understood Colonel?” She released his tie and went to leave the supply run, lab coat fluttering behind her.

Hans chuckled, licking his bottom lip slowly. “Oh I love it when you play rough Schatz. Fancy a quick ride yourself?” He teased, loving how he was getting under Sophies skin. 

Catherine finally began to eat her food, although she couldn’t get her worry out of her mind. She had to get the hell out of here. 

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deadsingnolovesong:

She opened the door with an unamused glare. “Both of ye! Git Out!” The two nurses flinched and quickly fixed themselves, running out of the supply closet. She looked at Hans with a sideways glance. “Ye need ta compose yerself, and git oot of my sterile supply closet… Ah’m sorry Herr Colonel, but thes is one thing Ah will not tolerate in the hospital.”

Hans pushed himself back in his pants and fixed his uniform with a laugh, unfazed that he was caught. In fact, it was the rush of being caught that made the entire ordeal all the better. 

“Well...I wouldn’t call it sterile anymore.”

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deadsingnolovesong:

“Ah’m too tired ta deal, but Ah’m calling bullshite.” She sighed and went to the cabnet in the bathroom for an extra blanket. She placed in on the patient’s lap. “Ye better becareful. Like Ah said ye almost lost thit leg. Whatever story ye are writing reporter, is not as important as ye health.” “Dr. Hatchet?” A nurse came in. “Aye?” “Colonel Landa is here again….” “Okay?” “And you are not going to like what he’s doing.” “Are ye fooking kidding me?! Please tell me it’s not a nurse!” “Not a nurse… Two.” “Pardon me… Ah hae ta deal with a very, very annoying SS officer…”

Catherine lifted her brow, curious as to what the hell was going on all of a sudden. What ever it was, the mention of SS officers being in and around the hospital caused shivers to roll down her spine.

Hans was busy toying with two busty nurses. Busy having one between his legs while he fingered the other. He was having the time of his life, panting as he gripped into the hair of the blonde sucking him off. 

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deadsingnolovesong:

The nurses came rushing it with medicine. “Madame! You shouldn’t be rolling around on the bed! If you needed help adjusting your pillow we could have come in.” Sophie came in as the nurses with helping her patient lay back down. She smiled at her restless nature. She was about to say something when she noticed the wardrobe was ajar and that some of the clothes stuck out slightly. When the nurses left and looked at the British woman and was blunt. “Ah dinnae appreciate ye trying ta leave teh hospital in yer condition. If ye can manage yer pain by tomorrow afternoon, Ah’ll let ye be discharged. Until then refrain from leaving.”

Thank God, this doctor didn’t suspect anything. Catherine stared Sophie down, not saying anything until the pain subsided. “I wasn’t trying to leave, I...I was cold.” 

What kind of excuse was that? If things didn’t get straight in her head she would be thrown to the SS, she knew it. At least Remi, Pierre and the Basterds wouldn’t be incriminated. She’d keep her mouth shut. 

“Sorry about that.”