Post by candyleptic on Oct 12, 2014 4:27:19 GMT
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Richter walked back to the band room, a plate of food court pizza in his hand. The humanities hallway was always quiet. He liked it better this way. There was no one around but him and another student standing close to the band room. Richter whistled his tune louder, not wanting the student to talk to him. He reached the band room, and switched to
balancing the plate of food on his elbow as he unlocked the door. Just as the door opened, the plate started to drop.
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Hans: “AH FREUNDE! Don’t waste food, bitte!!!~” He took Richter’s plate from him in a swift motion and laughed! “Sorry!!! I saw you messin’ with that, but I guess I came too late, huh? My bad!” He gave Richter a smile and tilted his head. “Uh, whatcha doin’ here anyway, freunde?”
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Richter: He was a bit confused at the accent. He was German? Austrian, maybe. And he has pink hair. Well, it wasn't bad looking. But he just saved his pizza. "Oh, I..." He started. "I live here." He said, opening the door. "Richter Finnr, composer, conductor, and the guy who fell asleep so often in here that they let him live in the band room." He
introduced, smiling shyly.
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Hans: He jumped up, almost tipping the pizza off the plate. “WOW you live here??? Like all alone? Whyyy??” He walked in first to check the place out!! What were all these things? SO WEIRD.
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The room was large, with two practice rooms in the back, led up to by small staircases, instruments spread around, many filing cabinets and old looking dressers, a few tables strewn about, music stands everywhere, and a door that had "Office" scrawled on it in red letters.
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Richter: "Oh, well, I like music... And I don't really have many friends. Or a boyfriend. Nothing but me and the instruments." He joked. He grabbed the plate of pizza from the excitable boy and placed it on a table by the 'office' door. "I live in here." He said, gesturing to the door. "Apparently the old band teacher never left the school. Used th
is as his house. Guess I'm the same way." He finished, sitting on the table and placing the plate in his lap, taking a bite of the now cold pizza.
CandyLeptic
Hans: He wandered around and poked at instruments here and there! He shrugged and laughed, “That’s okay, I don’t have a boyfriend either!” Or a girlfriend!! But that’s okay, he was happy, and that was all that really mattered to him! “Do you play all these?!? WOW! I bet that’s a lot of fun!!” He turned to look at him and his office, but a shiny DRUM SET crossed his eye. “Ooooo~”
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Richter: "Ah, please don't break anything..." He said, cringing at the prodding of the instruments. "Yeah, I don't feel that alone with all these instruments here. But you're one of those frat kids, right?" He asked, continuing to munch on the pizza, taking breaks to talk to the boy.
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Hans: He started to inch towards SHINEY DRUM SET. “Yeah! Mhm! Ja!” He was getting SO CLOSE. His eyes started to twinkle. Delicious.
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Richter: He knew there would be raucous noise if he allowed the German to get any closer, so he ran, and in a burst of strength, grabbed the German under his arms and carried him a few inches off the ground to a chair. "Sentarse, aleman hombre." He commanded, plopping him down in the chair. "Mi habitación, mis reglas." He added.
CandyLeptic
Hans: He sat there and dangled a bit from being carried, still eyeing the set. Now seated, his face contorted. Did this kid just pick him up?? HE WAS STRONG ENOUGH, TO PICK HIM UP? Hans was certainly troubled, but not enough to look away from the SHINEY SET. He blinked a few times until something DID occur to him. “Waaaiit, the fuck? What did you just say??” He laughed. “WHAT WAS THAT?”
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"Español." He clarified. "No touchey. My room, my rules. Sit, and maybe I'll grab you a candy or something from my apartment over there.
"Español." He clarified. "No touchey. My room, my rules. Sit, and maybe I'll grab you a candy or something from my apartment over there." He offered, crossing his arms.
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Hans: He huffed and crossed his arms. He just wanted to thrash man, why was that so hard?? “The box of chocolates do you speak, man?? Richter is German, you’re talking Spanish talk, and you have a Thanksgiving accent?? Where the Halloween are you from??” He raised an eyebrow. “Ich mag candy….”
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Richter: "I'm from Christmas town, actually." He started. "My name has nothing to do with anything, it was my grandfather's name, and he was Swedish. Also, I learned a bit of Spanish to be able to read an old music theory book." He finished, disappearing into his apartment and returning with a tootsie pop. "Good enough for you? You won't destroy my
drum set?" He asked, sitting on the table next to Hans, picking up his pizza again.
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Hans: He eyed the set and rubbed his hands. HE COULD TASTE IT. He could--- Oh! Tootsie pop! He popped it in his mouth and nodded furiously at Richter. “Ja ja I gosts diss!” He munched on the candy and bolted to the set’s circular seat and carefully picked up the two sticks. He ran a hand across the drum itself and burst out, “HEY do you play too!??” He almost chocked on his sucker!
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Richter: "Yes, I play about everything in this room. Please don't break it..." He answered, finishing in a mutter.
Richter walked back to the band room, a plate of food court pizza in his hand. The humanities hallway was always quiet. He liked it better this way. There was no one around but him and another student standing close to the band room. Richter whistled his tune louder, not wanting the student to talk to him. He reached the band room, and switched to
balancing the plate of food on his elbow as he unlocked the door. Just as the door opened, the plate started to drop.
CandyLeptic
Hans: “AH FREUNDE! Don’t waste food, bitte!!!~” He took Richter’s plate from him in a swift motion and laughed! “Sorry!!! I saw you messin’ with that, but I guess I came too late, huh? My bad!” He gave Richter a smile and tilted his head. “Uh, whatcha doin’ here anyway, freunde?”
CelestiaLeonidas
Richter: He was a bit confused at the accent. He was German? Austrian, maybe. And he has pink hair. Well, it wasn't bad looking. But he just saved his pizza. "Oh, I..." He started. "I live here." He said, opening the door. "Richter Finnr, composer, conductor, and the guy who fell asleep so often in here that they let him live in the band room." He
introduced, smiling shyly.
CandyLeptic
Hans: He jumped up, almost tipping the pizza off the plate. “WOW you live here??? Like all alone? Whyyy??” He walked in first to check the place out!! What were all these things? SO WEIRD.
CelestiaLeonidas
The room was large, with two practice rooms in the back, led up to by small staircases, instruments spread around, many filing cabinets and old looking dressers, a few tables strewn about, music stands everywhere, and a door that had "Office" scrawled on it in red letters.
CelestiaLeonidas
Richter: "Oh, well, I like music... And I don't really have many friends. Or a boyfriend. Nothing but me and the instruments." He joked. He grabbed the plate of pizza from the excitable boy and placed it on a table by the 'office' door. "I live in here." He said, gesturing to the door. "Apparently the old band teacher never left the school. Used th
is as his house. Guess I'm the same way." He finished, sitting on the table and placing the plate in his lap, taking a bite of the now cold pizza.
CandyLeptic
Hans: He wandered around and poked at instruments here and there! He shrugged and laughed, “That’s okay, I don’t have a boyfriend either!” Or a girlfriend!! But that’s okay, he was happy, and that was all that really mattered to him! “Do you play all these?!? WOW! I bet that’s a lot of fun!!” He turned to look at him and his office, but a shiny DRUM SET crossed his eye. “Ooooo~”
CelestiaLeonidas
Richter: "Ah, please don't break anything..." He said, cringing at the prodding of the instruments. "Yeah, I don't feel that alone with all these instruments here. But you're one of those frat kids, right?" He asked, continuing to munch on the pizza, taking breaks to talk to the boy.
CandyLeptic
Hans: He started to inch towards SHINEY DRUM SET. “Yeah! Mhm! Ja!” He was getting SO CLOSE. His eyes started to twinkle. Delicious.
CelestiaLeonidas
Richter: He knew there would be raucous noise if he allowed the German to get any closer, so he ran, and in a burst of strength, grabbed the German under his arms and carried him a few inches off the ground to a chair. "Sentarse, aleman hombre." He commanded, plopping him down in the chair. "Mi habitación, mis reglas." He added.
CandyLeptic
Hans: He sat there and dangled a bit from being carried, still eyeing the set. Now seated, his face contorted. Did this kid just pick him up?? HE WAS STRONG ENOUGH, TO PICK HIM UP? Hans was certainly troubled, but not enough to look away from the SHINEY SET. He blinked a few times until something DID occur to him. “Waaaiit, the fuck? What did you just say??” He laughed. “WHAT WAS THAT?”
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"Español." He clarified. "No touchey. My room, my rules. Sit, and maybe I'll grab you a candy or something from my apartment over there.
"Español." He clarified. "No touchey. My room, my rules. Sit, and maybe I'll grab you a candy or something from my apartment over there." He offered, crossing his arms.
CandyLeptic
Hans: He huffed and crossed his arms. He just wanted to thrash man, why was that so hard?? “The box of chocolates do you speak, man?? Richter is German, you’re talking Spanish talk, and you have a Thanksgiving accent?? Where the Halloween are you from??” He raised an eyebrow. “Ich mag candy….”
CelestiaLeonidas
Richter: "I'm from Christmas town, actually." He started. "My name has nothing to do with anything, it was my grandfather's name, and he was Swedish. Also, I learned a bit of Spanish to be able to read an old music theory book." He finished, disappearing into his apartment and returning with a tootsie pop. "Good enough for you? You won't destroy my
drum set?" He asked, sitting on the table next to Hans, picking up his pizza again.
CandyLeptic
Hans: He eyed the set and rubbed his hands. HE COULD TASTE IT. He could--- Oh! Tootsie pop! He popped it in his mouth and nodded furiously at Richter. “Ja ja I gosts diss!” He munched on the candy and bolted to the set’s circular seat and carefully picked up the two sticks. He ran a hand across the drum itself and burst out, “HEY do you play too!??” He almost chocked on his sucker!
CelestiaLeonidas
Richter: "Yes, I play about everything in this room. Please don't break it..." He answered, finishing in a mutter.
