| Memoirs of a murderer | @zoolingbliz
A lazy sunday, men practiced combat and basic training the major ate, and Hans silent as always. It seemed to be a normal sunday afternoon for everyone in the Millenium order, but the Draculina had nothing of the sort to do herself. There were no missions, not a piece of paperwork in sight for her to focus herself on and this entailed to deadly streak boredom.
Long navy hair sprawled out on the floor as the lieutenant hung upside down from the edge of her bed in the shared quarters of her female counterpart, to her dismay said beast had been away on her usual workout regimen: leaving the lanky woman to fester in her own monotony.
Rip's eyes scanned around the room for the 100th time looking for something to do, there was nothing to read, throat sore from endless song excerpts, and weary of playing with the little hearts of the men on deck.
"We should invest in some sort of entertainment room.." She sighed.
And as her eyes wandered over to the other womans closet, a devious thought hit her. Rip had never been through the others things before, maybe she had something interesting hiding in there. As the masculine vampire had been out the sharpshooter saw this as a perfect opportunity to take a real look into her mind instead of the other way around, rolling over on the hard mattress Rip picked herself up and went over to the doors, her tongue gliding across her fangs in excitement. To the untrained eye it would seem like any normal persons closet, and it was for a moment.
She pushed aside the clothes as if maybe there had been a dead body lying in between them, just somehow to catch her attention with and eventually working her way to its floor. Leather boots tossed out carelessly and anything else that obstructed her view was disposed of on the floor space behind her. As a few minutes went by the huntress crawled out of the others things, feeling utterly defeated.
"What a boring woman.." Rip sobbed and sprawled out across the mess on her stomach to wallow in her destruction, what sort of a woman didn't have a skeleton in her closet? Laying out across the pile she suddenly felt a foreign object, catching her attention and turning her head to inspect it as her eyes rested in its direction it was only the bottom of the door to her own clothing compartment. "Oh." A lack luster moment, without a thought she opened up her own closet, fiddling around with whatever she could touch.
Knocking over some shoes and a box of ball bearings for her musket that laid in the back corner of the room the vampire sighed once more letting her blue orbs rest on the scene, was this really what she was reduced to? Scowling in her own lack of secrets, in frustration Rip decided to just completed topple over the box of steel bullets. Numerous thuds sounded off as the heavy objects hit the floor and rolled about, the faded yellow box now discarded as well.
But wait, what was that?
A sound unlike the steel balls had hit the floor, with her vampire hearing picking up on the sound her head whipped in curiosity to where it came from and not long after a hand patted the floor to scope the area. The worn down scruff of leather had hit her palm and Rip scooped up the item, sitting up she had discovered a small leather book.
Why in gods name was it in her ammunition she wondered opening the tiny book up and flipping its yellow pages everything had been written in her native tongue of german and it all slowly came back to her. It was the journal she had kept before she joined Millennium's forces! Cobalt eyes danced in excitement reading the pages in disbelief, she hadn't seen in object in what she would guess 10 years+! The nazi had a very attractive past, but being to relive it all over again through her words was something she had not experienced prior.
