Forgotten Victims

[Egyptiankitten2113]

A gypsy woman, sold by her own family into slavery where who knows what her fate will be, a Nazi scientist who just so happened to be at the right place in the wrong time. The two crossing paths will forever change their lives, but what happens when the Nazi party begins to seize control, and the scientist is hiding an 'abomination' in his home?


Name: Lala Engrigio


Age: 22


Small bio: Lala is a truky odd soul indeed, despite her gypsy nature she craves more. Travellng with her family she constantly begs for them to let her make more.of her life, and while she in no doubt loves her life, there is just something more that she craves.


She is as sweet as can be, and very curious which usually leads her to trouble in many situations.


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[bettsyboy]

It's a time of change in Germany. The dream of having a great German empire have been crushed thanks to the French and the English, the demands for Germany to pay reparations has crippled the economy, a man can walk down a road in Berlin with his pockets bursting at the seams with Marks (I think that's what German currency was named) and all that money couldn't buy him a beer, in fact the paper that money was printed on was worth more!. the English's demand that Germany have no standing army greater than a meager force unfit to defend a farm has been the final blow to German pride, but still life goes on.


Our story opens on a warm summer afternoon in the countryside to the south-east of Berlin, outside of a small village a Carnival is being organized. It's exactly what the locals are in need of, an escape from the daily monotony of their lives, something to bring news that isn't even more soul destroying than previous news. Along a long straight of dirt roads, a young man with striking blonde hair, a thin but strong physique and shining deep blue eyes drives his rusty old vehicle. While along the road, a small scraggy fox jumped out, getting caught under his front wheel the car began to spin out! despite his cries for it to stop and his best with the wheel and the pedals, the front wheels were locked as the wheel that hit the fox got stuck at an angle and locked the whole mechanism, before long BAM! his car plowed into the ditch at the side of the road only for it's momentum to carry it out and into the tree right at the edge of the ditch.


With his car smoking and totaled the man raised his bloodied head from his steering wheel "ugh... thank god almighty this thing's more worthless than the metal it's made from" he groaned, opening the door and falling into the mud, still concussed from the crash.


He climed his way out of the ditch, wiping the dry dirt off him and groaning once again, muttering curses under his breath at the mud that was still stuck in his tan button up shirt. He slipped on his long trenchcoat and waited by the side of the road, hoping another car would come by that could pick him up.


Before long luckily, a truck came rumbling down the road. In the back were a group of women, all dressed in strange exotic garb, as it stopped the man walked up to the window "Morning young man!" greeted the mustachioed old man driving the car "and to you, think you could give me a ride?" "where you heading?" "to the carnival.. my name's Darren Himler, I'm part of the rocket demonstration" "oh yeah? I've been meaning to see that" "that's great! I designed the propulsion system" "well not enough room here in the cabin, but you can sit in the back, that is if you don't mind sitting with... y'know... gypsies" "no issue there, thanks!"


Darren ran to the back of the truck and jumped on, he sat at the middle-back squashed in between all the gypsies, they were all women, they were indeed all pretty and most of them gave him a sly, cheeky smile. He swallowed and got comfortable, with a hand in his pocket, clutching his wallet, he'd heard how these gypsies operated, find a good "candidate" treat him to some sugary words, perhaps a spicy roll in the hay and before you know it, your wallet and most everything else of value is gone along with them... "so.. you ladies heading to the carnival?" he asked, somewhat uneasily.

 

[Egyptiankitten2113]

"Oh yes we are." Upon seeing the young man arrive in their vehicle, many of the gypsies took it upon themselves to practically preen for him, their smiles all alluring with the promise of a good time, and the one who had spoken to him traced a finger along his leg, the beads on her arms clinking together noisily, "We always go to the carnivals, it gives us plenty of work and of course we provide excellent...entertainment for young men like yourself." She purred invitingly, but the moment she did, a scoff echoed from deeper in the truck and a younger gypsy sat forward, her dark hair and eyes narrowed at the woman who tried so hard to do as he had expected.


"Really now Essie darling, you think this man will fall for your tricks?" Her lips pursed, she hid a slight chuckle and shake of her head, "Look at him! He is practically frightened, holding onto his items like that. Why nt leave him be, his jjst crashed his vehicle for goodness sake."


"You would do better to keep your mouth shut Lala." The woman snapped, removing her hand from their guest's leg in favor of pointing her finger at the younger girl, "Who says you wouldn't do the exact same?"


"I wouldn't." She smirked, "Because I have no wish to spend the rest of my days locked away."

 

[bettsyboy]

Darren coughed "okay easy now.. ladies" he grabbed his bag, pulling out some papers he began looking over them "sorry I have to review my notes, if I forget something and the feeding mechanism doesn't connect properly into the propulsion systems, the rocket could explode..." he raised his head "oh right... umm, nice to meet you, I'm Darren Himler, some associates and I will be demonstrating our new rocket design at the carnival, if our previous tests hold up right, it should be able to deliver a 30 kilogram payload almost 200 meters straight up, it'll be the most powerful rocket of it's size ever made" he did have a pang of excitement in him now, on his papers were notes that look like they were written at 4am by candlelight during a mad rush of inspiration... which many of them were.


The girls leered and tried to look at the papers "why?... what's the point in making those things?" "well... I know it's stupid but there is a theory that if we could make a rocket powerful enough, it could carry even people all the way from the earth and into the void, some of my colleagues have put down bets on whether we'll live to see the day a man walks on the moon using rockets to get him there" slowly, the girls turned to eachother, before laughing gently, more like gentle giggles "a dreamer!" one reached over and pinched his cheek, which he quickly swatted aside "dreamers change the world young man" they continued giggling, their beads and rings jingling as they did so. While some of them laughed, he sighed, putting his notes away as the Carnival came over the hill in the distance. One of the women snapped to Lala "Lala, take off all that gold, they'll beat us if they see us flashing that all over the place!" she spoke in their native language, Romanian. Even though gypsies were Romanian, they honestly looked closer to Egyptian with their dark tan skin. The girls pulled up their hoods in order to keep themselves covered.


The rtruck came to a chugging stop outside of the carnival, Darren was the first one out. He lowered the back for the Gypsies and took their hands as they got out, after all, he may not think highly of Gypsies, but he was a gentleman raised in Berlin and educated at Oxford in London. Once they were all out he gave them a nod "ladies" he said with a chipper voice as he turned and walked away.


Once he was gone, the other girls turned to Lala "come along now dear.... we have someone special for you to meet"


(I was thinking we could both control the Gypsies)

 

[Egyptiankitten2113]

Lala rolled her eyes and began strioping herself of her golden accessories and set them aside, stuffing them into the pocket of her dress as she watched her sisters leave and watched the man leave as well, and she huffed slightly. Not even a thank you from him ether! Essie would have had him in the palm of her hand, stripping him from every penny and even some of his clothes if she had the time, and he gave her no thank you for her stopping g that madness. Oh well, unratefuls be ungrateful.


But for now she listened and followed the other gypsies, jumping from the back of the truck and hurried after them, eager to learn where they were taking here and what they wanted to show her,

 

[bettsyboy]

The others lead Lala towards a large tent, covered in a deep crimson color. On the outside was a large man, nearly 7 feet tall in front of the entrance, on top of his height he had muscles to boot! the man looked down on them "... cards?" Essie reached into her loose robes, pulling out a small red and gold card and handed it to the man. He looked at them then back to the card "go on in" he grunted, lifting the slit in the tent to let them all in.


On the inside it was rather bizarre, there seemed to be a small hut on the inside, well more of an office, with walls and everything, but all the walls looked like they were made to be taken down and put up in a matter of minutes or seconds. Essie lead the group and opened the door to the office. Inside was a thin man in an elaborate circus outfit, his black hair slicked back, his face thin and angled with slanted piercing eyes "Ah! Essie! It's been too long!" he cried out, throwing out his arms to embrace which Essie accepted, giving him a peck as he hugged her "far too long Mordie!" the man looked back at Lala "so... she's the one?" "yep... AH!" she cried out, grabbing "Mordie's" arm. With a big of a chuckle he reached into his outfit, pulling out a thick wad of cash "I'm paying you in Franks, at this point blank paper is worth more than a Mark" "sounds good to me" and with that, the girls turned to leave, and as they exited Gelai, one of the oldest of the group turned to Lala "you're staying here Lala... someone has to stay behind so the rest of us can get out of this damned country, ta-ta!" Mord grabbed Lala by the arm "You're well known for your fortune telling girl, and now you work for me, got it?" his tone was aggressive, but not overly angry, like a man yelling at his dog... which would be better than how he sees her,