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Post by LUDWIG BEILSCHMIDT on Oct 28, 2010 22:13:24 GMT 8
[[Reserved for Ludwig and Gilbert. I know this goes against the faction rules but I can't see rules mattering much to Gilbert anyways]]
Like all of the other students at the academy, Ludwig Beilschmidt had a decent amount of free time to use for his own purposes each day. Perhaps unlike most of the other students, he chose to spend a good portion of this free time hard at work. He went for extended runs along the shores of the oasis, he kept his room in the best and cleanest condition, and he studied hard for all of his classes. Studying actually took up most of his free time, and although Ludwig certainly wasn't failing any subjects, he was constantly trying to get ahead, to learn new topics in advance so that he'd be more prepared for when they emerged in the actual lessons.
Currently, Ludwig was seated at his desk, poring over a math textbook. Before he'd settled down to his homework, he'd tidied his room a bit: the bed had been neatly made, all the books put in order, clothes folded and put away in the narrow dresser against the wall. A crisp breeze trickled in through the narrow space of an open window and fluttered the curtains; the only sign that the room was lived in at all, aside from the presence of Ludwig himself, was a small pile of library books on the nightstand near the bed, each bearing a different bookmark sticking out from their ivory pages.
"Hmm..." Ludwig examined the work he'd done in his notebook, then flipped to the back of the textbook to check his answer. A brief look of confidence flashed across his face, and he quickly moved the pages back, picking up his pencil to get started on the next problem. |
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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Nov 2, 2010 23:39:00 GMT 8
It was like a perfect Friday afternoon--school was let out earlier than usual, the weather was just right with the perfect balance of sun and clouds, and as if to add to the scene, the younger students were outside, playing and giggling. It was the perfect opportunity for outdoor activities such as taking a stroll to admire the flora and fauna or going on an extended jog. Though to Gilbert Beilschmidt, it was the perfect prelude to the awesome night at their favourite bar that sure was to follow...or so he thought. All of his drinking buddies had ditched him and their habitual, yet not-quite-legal drinking party for a weekend of studying for what they had described as a ‘killer’ math exam.
So Gilbert, not at all troubled by the possibility of failing said ‘killer’ exam, was now off to commence his next favourite activity: hanging out with (or more like bothering) his little brother. Red eyes glinted with mischief and mouth formed a grin as he looked at the Kun faction's dormitory building.He could care less about the fact that he was breaking faction rules by attempting to sneak into his brother’s room; he had already accomplished it a number of times before, and besides, it’s been a while since he last saw Ludwig. Careful not to encounter any of the dorm advisors prowling around the building, he quickly made his way towards his destination, and when he finally spotted the right room number...
"Yo, Lutz!" he greeted loudly after he threw the door open, completely defeating his earlier purpose of being sneaky and discrete.
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Post by LUDWIG BEILSCHMIDT on Nov 11, 2010 22:06:07 GMT 8
At that moment, Ludwig, having completed the set of problems, had been leaning back against his chair, arms flung out behind him in an attempt to stretch. Choking in surprise, he jumped, which proved to be a bad reflex to have when leaning back in a chair. Both furniture and Ludwig tipped back and hit the floor with a thud; the blond saved himself from a cracked skull at the last moment by curling up and grabbing the seat of the chair. For a moment, he caught his breath. Having allowed its charge in, the door swung back on its hinges with a slam, the handle clicking back into place.
"What's the matter with you?!" Ludwig protested, extricating himself from the fallen chair and righting it. "Haven't you heard of knocking?!" But the younger Beilschmidt's voice held no real anger; the exasperated and resigned voice - one that carried just the slightest hint of amusement - that Ludwig used on Gilbert whenever the other barged unannounced into his life some way or another was probably very familiar to the silver-haired man by now. Heaving a short, quick sigh, Ludwig dusted his clothes off and settled back into his chair, watching the other with a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
"I thought you'd be sneaking out to the bars by now," he asked with some wry disapproval, one eyebrow raised. On Fridays as pleasant as this one, he considered it lucky when his older brother made it through all of his classes without skipping out early. "Did your friends ditch you or something?" Gilbert always took that sorely and came to bother Ludwig instead. The blond had been wishing for a while that he would be able to find a legitimate, enjoyable reason to spend time together - one that didn't involve Gilbert's drinking or complaining, and on the other hand, Ludwig's studying or cleaning.
"Make yourself at home, I guess," he invited eventually, nodding to the bed. "Try not to mess things up, please." |
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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Nov 24, 2010 21:31:24 GMT 8
Having completely witnessed the other fall in front of him, Gilbert let out a loud, shrill laugh. It was undoubtedly amusing to see his admittedly more muscular younger brother topple over like that. He grinned happily at Ludwig, though a smidgen of relief was visible from the albino's expression.
"I didn't think that would happen?" Gilbert finally replied, which was actually true. He added a shrug to the statement, though the grin was still on his face, as if he were really saying 'the awesome me deserved an awesome entrance!'. He knew from Ludwig's tone that he wasn’t angry with him, despite the blonde having raised his voice. Annoyed, probably, but not angry. Even though Gilbert was reckless, acted before thinking, and usually riled people up, Ludwig never actually lashed out at him for it. He seemed always patient with him, and Gilbert couldn't help but admire his brother for that patience.
He pouted instinctively at Ludwig's correct assumption. He really was upset at having been ditched, though he would never verbally admit it, along with the fact that he really didn't have any other friends he could hang out with, thus why he went to Ludwig. Eagerly taking his brother's invitation, he plopped down on the sheets, but not before removing his shoes and carefully setting down his bag beside the bed.
"They'd rather study for some stupid, 'scary' test than be in my awesome company, the pansies," he explained, trying to sound nonchalant as he lied down. Not wanting to think about it further, he turned to face Ludwig. "What about you, Lutz?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the papers and small stack of books he spotted on the desk. "Don’t tell me you’re spending another Friday studying." He groaned; he usually didn't care about what the other did in his spare time, but after many times of finding Ludwig just at his desk with a text book, he couldn't avoid getting curious.
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