Peeping Tom [Arthur]

Truth to be told, she hadn't been trying to sneak out. She was just walking around the camp, looking for someone to talk to, when she saw the prisoners coming back from the village. And the guard looked like he was ready to fall asleep on his feet.

Who would pass up such a golden opportunity to sneak out for a while? She was pretty sure she could come back without the guards making a fuss; men tended to be more forgiving towards good-looking, stupid women. All she needed was a few tears and a deceptively dumb look on her face.

After reassuring herself that she wasn't going to get in trouble, Marianne walked through the crowd with a sure stride and quickly hid herself behind a tree. She was quite astonished that it was so simple to sneak out. That guard must have had a very long night. She chuckled quietly at the implications of that sentence. No, his night was most definitely not long in that way.

She looked around one more time for any stray guards and, when it was obvious that she was alone, walked deeper into the forest. Marianne had never been one of those people who were amazed at the beauty of nature, but after spending four months in that camp a little change of scenery was most certainly welcome.

Oh, was that a stream there? She followed the calming sound of water, dodging roots and trunks as she went. And indeed, there was a small stream in a snowy clearing. And it wasn't frozen. Marianne was tempted to jump in that beautiful, fresh, clean stream and wash herself. Showers were sparse in the camp, which made her feel dirty and grimy all the time.

Possibly getting a cold was worth it, she decided. Without bothering to check her surroundings for an intruder, she took off her stained and sweaty clothes, putting them on a tree branch neatly. There wasn't much point in bathing if she had to wear the same dirty clothes after, but what was there to do? She would surely have pneumonia if her clothes got wet as well.

Arthur loved to sneak out. Whenever he got bored, he decided to find a new way of getting out, and he got a bit of fresh air doing it. The guards generally knew of his love to escape, and he went back without much fuss. So, he hadn't been shot yet, luckily.

On a particularily boring day, he decided he'd quite like a walk, perhaps down to the stream today. He went to the fence, taking out a cigarette and leaned against it, looking for the most loose boards. It wasn't the best way to escape, but it was definitely the quickest. He'd be caught quicker too.

He slipped through, and made a break for the forest, in to the trees. He was pleasantly puffed out by the time he reached the stream, chuckling pleasantly and leaning against a tree, gasping for breath.

He heard movements, splashing, and looked around for the scource, going upstream a bit. Where there was a naked woman. He blushed and covered his eyes. "Ma'am! Have you no decency?!" He asked in German, since he assumed she was a woman from the village, he didn't recognise her though. But he hadn't seen everyone from the villiage yet.

She jumped and whirled around at the words, her heart beating loudly in her chest. They found her already? What would they do to her? Oh Dieu, she was naked! She loved her body, she really did, but she didn't want some German scum to see it!

Marianne knelt down quickly, screaming at the icy water, but it was better than her privates being seen by some Nazi soldier. They had seen everything anyway, but she didn't want to give them another glimpse!

"Idiot! What do you think you're doing, spying on a woman like this?!" She yelled back in French, although she had no idea what the other had said.

Wait a minute...Now that she looked him over, he certainly didn't look like a guard. He looked like a prisoner. Did he sneak out like herself? Why was he speaking German then? "Are you...could you possibly be a prisoner?" She asked in heavily accented English.