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[littlexbxrd-blog]

Pizza and A Movie || Closed with a-jewish-fist-fighter||

Deena heard her phone buzz she picked it up off the bed and read the text

[ Max ] how do u feel about seeing a film tonight?  i’ll buy u a pizza after.

Deena frowned, it was a Thursday so there was no synagogue tonight and because of the time of year there was no school either. She bit her lip, he mother had told her to get out of the house more often - not that she had the time as she was often babysitting - and tonight the younger kids were at her Aunt's house.

And this was Max the only boy she actually talked to, and she personally thought him to be very cute with his curly brown hair and lopsided smile - not that she would ever give him the satisfaction of knowing she thought this - and he was asking her. Deena who wore her tights and a dress that went to her ankles and wrists and collar bone because her beliefs said she should, Deena who spent more time babysitting then studying, Deena who some how always ended up eating alone with her twin brother Ishmael at school lunch.

{Text;max} sure, meet you in 20 minutes?

[littlexbxrd-blog]

a-jewish-fist-fighter replied to your post:Head Canon 2 - Deena

;;cries in a corner bc your headcanons are rlly sad and i have a lot of feels from them ok

I know, I'm sorry *hugs* I just can't have happy muses... *gives cookie* I give my self feels a lot too...

[thechildoftheunderworld-blog]

A-Jewish-fist-fighter

It was dark outside, cold and bitter against her skin. This place was so different to back in Italy, where Bianca had spent most of the war. Coming back here, where the snow coated the ground.. she didn't know if she liked it.

"Hello?" she called softly, seeing a figure in the darkness. "Who's there?"

[kxmpfer]

a-jewish-fist-fighter

With the invasion of Poland, Walter Kugler and his company was at last being deployed into battle. The soldiers were tightly packed into the vehicles and all around them roared the flood of hardware machinery that was being transported to the front with them. Merkel, a fellow soldier, sat on the opposite side of the bumping automobile and after a brief conversation with the man sitting next to him he flashed Walter a wide smile. "We're stopping soon, getting warm food and picking up some more guys." he informed and together they spread the word throughout the rest of the company. "Where are we stopping?" Walter asked after the mumbling settled down, Merkel shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest "Don't know, some town outside München. Mollig or something like that." 

When the cars stopped and the soldiers got out he couldn't help but to grin at fate. Just a few months ago he had gone to this very town(It's called Molching, dummkompf, he told Merkel upon arrival), to seek up the man who could carry the key of survival for his friend. He wondered if Max had gotten here safely, if his jewish friend was in one of these houses right now, safe. 

Curiosity took over and with a final glance at the line of hungry soldiers to the improvised mess hall he sneaked off. One soldier wouldn't be missed for a few hours, thanks to the ocean of excited twenty-something year old boys all filled to the brim with anxious longing for the honor that waited them on the front. Walter couldn't stand it, he just needed a peek, something to reassure him that his friend had arrived safely. 

He arrived at Himmelsstraße and glanced over his shoulder to make sure he hadn't been followed by any curious privates or a suspicious officer before knocking as calmly as he could on the door to house 33.

[littlexbxrd-blog]

Deena sat curled next to the fence, her clothes - well what remaind of them - were dirty and bloody, her head had been shaved bald to prevent lice and she was bone thin. She heard someone sit down on the otherside of the fence - a man probably givein that the side she had her back to was the men's portion of Dachau. She sniffled and turned.

She hadn't expected to see him he'd been gone for almost five years now and she'd assumed he was dead. She curled her boney fingers through the chain fencing, her green eyes widened, her body pressing through the fence as though she was trying to melt through it.

He was in much better condition then she was and his condition still wasn't great, he now lacked hair and was skinnier then her last memories of him but at least he was recognizable. She was beyond recognition now she was sure of it.

"Max?" She whispered her voice hoarse. "M-max Vandenburg?"

[theconceptofmurder]

/drops this here/ ☁

Send me a “☁” if you’re too intimidated to RP with me.

//Being honest? I have no idea about your fandom, though I did hear of the book before, but I really consider getting it just because of you. I stalk you sometimes. So, me, being intimidating to you? Sounds a bit like it’s the opposite of what’s happening?

[baisunas]

☁

☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react?

There is a methodology to the movements of his days, planned as a four piece concerto and fickle as the lilt of a piccolo played out of tune. The ground is wet before he notices it, tilting his face to the sky and holding up a hand like he can simply smear the gray from the curve of blue. He watches the drops highlighted against the fading brick of the buildings, falling like a kindergartener's perspective and smiles; it's genuine and real. He cocks his head, drops catching on the fine strands of his hair before shaking out the umbrella and snapping it open with a smart click.

He nods at the woman scurrying past, hair crackling up in the sudden humidity and gives a dark eyed smirk to the world.

"Lovely day," he mentions. He is prepared.

[littlexbxrd-blog]

Truthfully, Max hadn't even planned on coming to the dance at all. It had been a last-minute idea, courtesy of Walter, who had, in typical fashion, vanished the moment they got there. After a while, he found himself standing next to Deena. "Guten abend," he nodded politely. "You're not here with someone?"

"I was, but he left when I wouldn’t let him screw me in his car." She sighed. "He seemed nice too…" She looked up at Max who had several inches on her. "What about you? Aren’t you here with some girl?" He always had a new girl it seemed at it was quite strange for him to speak to her at one of these dances.