1936... [Nazi Germany Roleplay] Girl Needed PAFP

Track! I'll post asap

//I'm sorry for the wait! I was trying to find a fancypost and I did but it didn't really look all that great.

Sonja had been sitting in the living room with a book in her hands and her dress sprawled across her lap. She wore a thin blanket over her shoulders since it had been an especially chilly fall this year. Her blue eyes scanned the letters of the page with boredom before she heard a knock on the door. Who could that be? It wasn't like she and her father were expecting someone this late. She silently watched as he rushed to the door and answered whomever was behind it. Sonja knew it was disrespectful to eavesdrop but curiosity got the best of her. She stood up from the leather couch and slowly stepped closer to the door. It wasn't until she was right behind her dad when she got a good look at the boy.

Her father widened his eyes, as if from anxiety and surprise. "Come in quickly," he motioned with his arms for Ezra to get in the house while looking around. He shut the wooden door before turning towards the boy. "No one followed you here, right?"

Sonja watch as all of this unraveled in front of her before finally realizing exactly what Ezra was. Her face perched into a disgusted look and she turned towards her father. "What is this rat doing in our home?" Her tone of voice had dropped a few octaves as she crossed her arms and stepped further away from the boy. Maybe her father was doing this as a trick, right? To capture him?

Sonja curled her lip as Ezra dared to speak to her directly. So now he was complaining about his family, huh? "Your family deserves every bit of what they're going through. You Jews just come here, thinking you can take our jobs, our homes..." She stepped up to him and was about to shove him away before she felt a large hand on her shoulder. She looked back only to see her father with a stern face. "Now Sonja, he is a welcome guest. I don't want you to make any trouble." He pulled her away from the boy before discussing with him again. "I apologize for my daughter's rude behavior. I'll make sure that she doesn't do anything." A deep chuckle escaped his lips as he looked back at Sonja before saying in a gruff voice, "-besides, she's all bark and no bite."

Sonja's face was a deep red, filled with anger, and her knuckles were white as she clenched her fists. Nonetheless, she kept her mouth shut, knowing not to disobey her father's orders. Her shoulders trembled but she simply grabbed her arms and looked away from her father. Why would he do this? Go against everything they believed in? Her thoughts were interrupted when her father called her name, "Sonja, get this young man a glass of water, and stop having such a tantrum at this instance!"

Her, serving Ezra? What has this world come to. She stomped to the kitchen and came back with a cup of water before shoving it in his direction. Her father sighed and stretched, making a few bones pop, before he looked at a clock on the wall. "It's getting late. I'm sure you're tired, Ezra. Let my daughter take you to your bedroom. I must retreat now. We'll talk in the morning," and without saying anything else, he left into one of the several hallways of the house. Sonja was now alone with this mongrel.

"What, so now you're going to reject the water? The one in which I put effort in?" Sonja set it down in a nearby table and shrugged. "Fine, suit yourself." She walked away and turned off the lights, leaving Ezra in the dark. She stood at the edge of the stairs and put her hand on her hip. "Well then? Are you going to follow me or not?"

As she went up the stairs and through the hallways, she began speaking about her opinions on 'his kind'. Not that they were positive comments, nor was he her preferred audience, but she hated staying silent. "How did you even come about our house?"

She suddenly stopped walking and turned towards Ezra. His father help hers? That can't be. Sure, she has heard of her father speak of this man when he went off on the stories of him in war but she was never told of who exactly the man was. "...How do I know you're not lying?" The interest was apparent in the tone of her voice and the way she analyzed Ezra's face, it was like she was looking for any sign of him possibly lying. Her face contorted into one of questioning, as if she couldn't bring herself to believe what he had just said.

Sonja stood there in silence as she listened to what he said. Oh, oh, this had just ignited a flame within her but she didn't say anything. Let him think he won this argument. Besides, everything good comes to those who wait, right? She turned on her heel and continued walking, much slowly this time. After several minutes of twisting and turning through the passages, they finally arrive to his room. She opens it to show a rather big bedroom with a queen sized bed, one wardrobe, a desk, and a window. Unlike the rest of the house, the room had some moonlight shine through the glass window.

She watched as Ezra walked into the room before she closed the door behind her. She slowly walked up close to him, to the point where her chest was grazing his. She looked up, as he was much taller than her short stature, and a wicked grin appeared upon her lips. "I warn you, boy, that if you ever dare speak to me again like that, I will have your world ruined. I mean, you're a strong young man who could easily take advantage of such a delicate flower like me, right?" This was a card she knew how to play very well. While her father seemed to want to protect Ezra, only God knows what he'd do if any 'harm' came to his daughter. Sonja smirked and dragged her long fingernails across the button-up shirt he wore. "Do not toy with me, for you don't know what I can do."

"Oh really? And who's going to believe you? Besides, it's my word against yours." The truth was that she was a respectable young lady who was very active in the community and who was a Nazi. This meant that she was well known and respected among her peers and others. Him? He was simply a runaway Jew. No one would believe him because they'd all be too busy trying to capture him and send him away to a concentration camp. "Seems like you got yourself into a tight situation, hmm?" She laughed cruelly before she felt his calloused hand grab her thin wrist. She tried yanking it away but he held on tight. Her breath hitched, a few drops of sweat appeared on her forehead, but she was determined to not show any weakness. "Look, you're already revealing your true self. A simple call for help from me to my father is all it'll take. You sure you wanna take that chance?" She could see the bruise starting to form, a small grimace forming on her face.

Sonja yelped as she felt herself being shoved out of the room. As the door was slammed, she couldn't feel herself move for several minutes. She finally forced herself to walk away from the room, only to hear the soft sobs and whimpers of Ezra. The girl looked to the side and couldn't help but feel... guilt. She shook her head and walked faster to her room which was only 2 rooms away from Ezra's. She entered and dressed into her night gown before exiting and walking towards the living room. The fire place had been recently put out, leaving a few red flames and ashes. It was enough to give the area a dull glow, though. She sat on one of the chairs, pulled her legs up, and hugged them. She felt like this was going to be a sleepless night. She was right.

//Timeskip?

Sonja could practically feel the bags under her eyes as she got up and set up the fire place, hearing the logs crackle under the flames. She grabbed the cup of water which was still on the table since the previous night and drank it. What time was it even? She glanced at the clock, seeing that it was 8 o'clock. Her father was a heavy sleeper, plus it was a Saturday. He wasn't going to get up until much later.

She sighed and headed for the kitchen and towards the refrigerator. They were one of the few people to own one since it was such a foreign object. She had a quick glance inside before deciding on cooking up some eggs along with ham and rolls covered in marmalade. As usual, she made two dishes; one for her and her father. It wasn't until she sat down when she decided to make another place since she knew her father would scold her if he only saw two plates. While she finished eating quickly in silence, Sonja headed upstairs and made a beeline for Ezra's room. She was quick to unlock it and lean against the wooden frame. "Morning." She seemed to be extra chipper as she noticed the several bruises and marks on his skin. "Your food is down in the kitchen. Seems like you've been pretty banged up, huh?" She stuck the tip of her tongue out. While one might say that it would be indecent for a lady like herself to walk in while a man is under dressed, Sonja didn't seem to care.