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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Sept 29, 2010 2:33:49 GMT -6
[Soccer, not American Football. >> ]
The storm raged over Ludwig's head as he continued to run through the practically flooded field, mud splattered all over him, and his football uniform. One thing that he was actually allowed to enjoy was this wonderful sport. He didn't quite understand why he liked the sport so much, but it was fun to him, and he liked to be active. The rain made it more fun, he felt. It was like his responsibilities were being washed into the mud, and he felt free.
One more hard kick and he sent the ball mercilessly slamming into the net, and he pumped both fists in the air, looking up triumphantly. He wouldn't be acting like this if people were around, but they all left when the clouds became darker overhead. Now it was just him, his football, and the mud and rain. Lowering his arms, the rain pelted hard, but soothingly against his face, his eyes shutting and he himself relaxing at the soothing atmosphere.
With a sigh, he trudged through the mud, grimacing in disgust as it overflowed into his shoes, saturating his socks. Retrieving the muddy ball, he made his way through the sheets of rain, and stopped outside the locker room momentarily to wipe at his eyes, smearing more mud on his face. True, rain felt nice, but mud was disgusting.
The cool atmosphere inside the locker room was unwelcomed to the wet clothes stuck to him, outlining his entire, well built body. “ Ahh…. Ich bin Kalt…” He uttered to himself, and threw his shirt off, water and mud spraying the floor, and dripping down his heaving muscles. His shoes made a weird squishing noise as he made his way to his locker, kicking his cleats off and peeling the socks off of his legs. “Ugh…” He frowned, the socks the only thing that protected that part of his legs from the mud, which caked from the top of his shin up to his shorts leg. Thankfully, the locker room seemed deserted, and no one could see the normally clean German so muddy and disgusting.
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Sept 29, 2010 15:01:35 GMT -6
Unfortunately, there was another person in the locker-room, however he wasn't supposed to be in there and he really wasn't sure how he ended up in there either. Perhaps it was the fact that he didn't look where he was going, or maybe he was just an idiot in general. The combination of both flaws seemed the most realistic.
The Italian walked down one of the rows, looking around cautiously. It was kind of scary in here when there was no one around. He thought some monster could pop out at any time and eat him--or something along the lines of that. He stopped abruptly, however, when he heard a loud-ish noise that sounded like someone else entering the locker-room. Confused, startled and a little afraid, the Italian quickly hid against one of the lockers, crouching as low as he could possibly manage. He figured if he just stayed there and didn't breathe or something they would eventually go away.
He perked some when he heard a voice speaking in a different language--he assumed it was German, but wasn't sure because he didn't know. He listened intently to the squeaks of the shoes, hoping they wouldn't come any closer to him than they already sounded. His heart was already threatening to jump out of his chest and escape loose. Whoever it was in here, they sounded kind of big. He tried to imagine a fierce german guy in his mind and only terrified himself even more. He whimpered quietly and continued to lurk and listen.
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Sept 29, 2010 21:51:50 GMT -6
In peeling off the wet and muddle clothes, he accidentally bumped the football next to him, and it rolled with a nasty spat on the ground, and rolled away towards the back. “… Verdammt.” Ludwig grunted, and stood, striped to his black boxer briefs. No one was there, why would it matter? But then he heard something further down, past the ball. “Hm?” He questioned, and quietly padded to pick up the muddy ball, and peeked further into the locker rooms.
“Hallo? Is someone there?” He called, not bothering to hide his thick German accent this time. It sounded more like he was speaking actual German than English. A bit further in and he didn’t hear anything, so he turned and headed back to his locker, unlocking it and digging for his bottles of shampoo and whatnot so he could get all this disgusting mud off of himself.
Then, turning on his heel, he carried his stuff past where he thought he heard the noise, and headed for one of the empty stalls, so he could strip completely and shower.
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Sept 30, 2010 0:30:28 GMT -6
Feliciano flinched upon hearing the definite German voice. They were coming to get him now, weren't they? He a ball go rolling, but much to his relief, it didn't roll over to him. Feeling kind of frantic but very curious, the boy found himself extremely tempted to peer around the corner just to catch a glimpse of anybody--whoever that person was. However, he found himself intimidated when the voice's owner sounded like they were walking further from him, so he just sighed quietly to himself.
And then, startling him furthermore, he heard the footsteps walking straight toward him! He crawled somewhat away, but kept completely close to the lockers. When he looked up again, there was a tall, muscular blond walking past him in only his underwear. Both embarrassed and totally horrified, he started to sneak off in the other direction in hope of not catching the guy's attention at all--until he loudly bumped one of the lockers. He froze in place, instantly.
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Sept 30, 2010 15:32:05 GMT -6
Ludwig definitely heard something this time. His head snapped around sharply when he heard the loud locker noise, and he frowned. It could just be another student going about their business, and Ludwig was just being paranoid and weird. But it was a little weird that it was quiet, no rustling or anything, besides the loud bang.
He set his bath stuff in the stall he was going to shower in, carefully and quietly making his way to where he heard the noise. Maybe something just fell over, and he could pick it up, avoiding getting mud on it of course. He peeked over the side of the lockers, careful to avoid showing his own nudity, and jumped at seeing a small student.
"Uhm.... Guten tag..." He muttered, staring at the student. The other didn't look like he was in the locker room for anything. Was he spying? The tall German stared hard at him. Was he a pervert? He sure didn't look like the sort, especially with how he was practically cowering. "Are you.... okay?"
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Oct 1, 2010 0:42:57 GMT -6
Feliciano stayed as he was for a few seconds before slowly turning to face him. "I.. I'm sorry! Don't hurt me! I didn't mean t-to ... to see you or anything, I don't know how I got here! I'm really sorry, so don't be mad at me! I'll go away, I wasn't spying!" He exclaimed almost instantly. He looked rather desperate and afraid and the German's features made him even more intimidated.
He was curious as to why he was the only one in there, however, and why he was so muddy and... stuff. He wondered if he had been playing sports or something by himself, but didn't dare ask. Right now he was waiting for him to either smack him or to just stare at him like he was an idiot.
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Oct 4, 2010 5:41:34 GMT -6
And then Ludwig was confused. " You think I am going to hurt you?" He asked, rather unimpressed with how he was acting. In actuality, he received this a lot. Because of how he was built and his lineage, many of the other, smaller students thought he was a bully. It was actually more annoying than it was making him angry. The German slinked a bit back behind the lockers to hid himself, just able to peek at the other.
" Why would I be angry at you for being lost in a men's locker room?" He asked, careful to clear his speech of his heavy German accent he had, and spoke in careful English. This must be a student that gets picked on a lot... He thought, observing the way he shivered and pleaded. Just begging to be picked on.
His back foot rose to scratch the back of his other leg absentmindedly, and mud flecked off onto the floor, and he realized that he forgot how disgusting he was. Almost wishing the other would leave so he could wash in peace, Ludwig watched him closely for his reply.
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Oct 5, 2010 15:29:20 GMT -6
"So you're not going to hurt me?" Feliciano questioned, a lot of his previous fear disappearing into thin air. "Yay! I thought you were going to be mean and scary and stuff, but you're actually nicer than I thought!" He added on before the other would even have a chance to speak. Instead of looking afraid, the student now had a dopey looking smile upon his face.
The Italian shifted his position somewhat so that rather than cowering, he was just sitting on his knees. He stared up at the other, seeming to forget the situation at hand entirely. He hadn't registered that the other boy was trying to take a shower and clean up.
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