Free Time [Gil]

[Elizabeta Héderváry]

Okay, so maybe this was not a normal way to spend free-time; but hey, a girl’s gotta stay in shape. Or else she’ll fall behind and won’t even be able to beat up a few silly little boys. For starters on this exercising, she stuffed her headphones into her ears and turned on her little pink Sansa. No exercising is complete without music to block out everything that may distract you! And good music for that matter! Energetic music to get your adrenaline pumping.

Next when it comes to exercising. Obviously, that would beeee… Warming up! It’d be a bitch to pull a muscle because you didn’t do any proper warming up. She stretched her body from arms to torso to legs, limbering up. Feeling content with herself at the amount of stretching she’d done, she stared at the large sports field. A little jogging would be good. So that was the decided exercise for the time being. She moved toward the other area of the field.

No sense in running around in the middle when you can run around the outside of the field to have optimal space. She positioned herself for starting before racing off. Not as fast as you would during say a track meet. She was rather taking her sweet time, but at least she wouldn’t wear herself out that way. All in all… This day so far was a great day. The sun was shining, no one had irritated her today and she had the field all to herself at the time being. Now if only it were this free and quiet everyday.

Life would be bliss. But alas, she couldn’t keep the sports Field to herself forever. Some one would eventually rain on her parade, but if she was lucky she could get done before anyone showed up. She’d be gone before any loud or obnoxious jocks could domineer the field and make it hell to be at. Not that there was anything wrong with jocks… But so many of them seemed like they had rocks for brains.

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

It had been a considerably long while since he had set foot upon the sports fields, despite the fact that Gilbert had technically enrolled in the Physical Education class, and for a moment he stood at the edge of the track, staring blankly into space as he took a second to fully process his surroundings. How he had made his way over to his current position he had no idea, although the faintest thought that he had decided to wander the school grounds in his usual absent-minded state of confusion flicked through his short term memory in an almost uncomprehensible blur that he, frankly, couldn't be bothered to put much thought into.

With a half hearted shrug, he dismissed his scattered thoughts, his crimson gaze moving to follow the clearly feminine figure before him as she jogged at an irritatingly slow pace around the perimeter of the field, although without truly seeing her, the thought that she appeared to be alone on the usually busy sports grounds crossing his mind as he ambled towards her at a comfortable pace, for lack of anything better to do with his time.

As soon as he was close enough to fully acknowledge the girl's identity, the albino stopped dead in his tracks, mere metres behind her, an unusually mischevious smirk plastered upon his features. Having no intention to join the other in her excercises, Gilbert merely quickened his pace to a hastened walk, somehow managing to remain silent despite himself, with the occassional abnormally loud sigh from the effort of having to follow behind her, gradually increasing his pace until he was virtually jogging at her pace, all the while managing to remain a few metres behind the other.

With a sudden burst of agility that surprised even him, Gilbert sped up to meet her, barely slowing in time to avoid a collision as he reached out with outstretched arms to grab her waist from behind, manouvering the other into a loose headlock as he tackled her to the ground with little hesitation, finding himself unable to repress a loud, raccous laugh, towering over her to stare into her emerald pools, his face contorted into what could only be described as an overly triumphant grin.

"Jeez, Liza! You're so slow it looks like you're running backwards."

[Elizabeta Héderváry]

She never saw it coming. Between the music blaring in her ears, and the barely quickened thump of her heart, his loud sighs were undetected. It wasn’t until being tackled jarred her headphones out of her ears that she could tell who it was. That stupid laugh gave it away. Which in turn, only caused her to be more violent with her response of aiming her fist at his oh-so-important man-hood.

She crawled to do her best at getting away from him, before grumbling and rolling onto her back on the field. She stared up at the cloudy sky with a little more than dangerously irritated expression on her face. In her head, she went through multiple ways to get rid of him. None seemed to work when she’d play out the scenario in her head though.

Stroke his ego by lying and saying your afraid to be seen near him because the other girls will be oooh sooo jealous? Hell no. Murder? Not until she found a place to hide the body. Screaming for help? As if, that was something girls who couldn’t defend themselves did. Running away from him? He’s usually slow enough she could probably pull it off, but she was there first, so there was no way she was leaving. Play dead? He wasn’t that stupid… Or maybe he was…

Liza grunted out in annoyance, “Look, you killed me.”

With which she shut her eyes and kept her arms at her sides, laying completely motionless and trying to keep her breathing from puffing her body out and in too much. She highly doubted this would work, but who knows. He was a dumbass. And even if it didn’t, that just meant she had to resort to plan B, kick his ass and send him running for his mama.

Something would work, There was no way this idiot would stay on a Sports Field, she was pretty sure he didn’t even know the meaning of exercise. Then again, when they’d met each other when little their idea of exercise had been finding bullies to beat up. Playing knights, rescuing damsels in distress… How’d he turn out to be such a prick? Not that he wasn’t an idiot before, but Gods. It was like he had gotten stupider and more egotistic over the years they hadn’t seen each other. And of course, it was just her luck that they ended up in the same school and some how ended up recognizing each other. Despite the fact they both thought she was a he when they met when little.

God hated her, that was all there was too it. He absolutely hated her. What had she ever done to him? She’d been good. She half-killed those that God had divined her to with her frying pan, she obeyed most of his rules. She treated girls nicely. What had she done wrong to deserve this? Had she incidently messed up some where? Or did he just think it was funny to put her through this?

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Wincing, Gilbert recoiled almost immediately, doubling over as though he had been punched in the gut, his face a mask of pain for a few moments, before he acknowledged what he was doing and despite himself forced the corrners of his lips into a tight, almost strained, smirk. He opened his mouth as though to mock the other as the initial excruciating pain subsided, although he had managed to utter barely a syllable before she responded with a brief, "Look, you killed me," and simply collapsed in a heap on the hard ground.

For a minute he merely sat there, frozen in place as he looked down upon her in an almost stunned silence, unable to do much more than that before his common sense took over.

So perhaps she had collapsed without warning, and perhaps she wasn't showing any obvious signs of life despite his relentless prodding at various parts of her body. But that didn't necessarily mean that she wasn't deceiving him, as so many had done before and had then spent the next few days ensuring that the overly narcissistic albino was ridiculed as much as possible about his supposedly being an 'idiot,' as some form of revenge for something or another that heh ad done. How could he be sure that she wasn't simply doing that?

With a barely genuine chuckle, Gilbert 0grinned mockingly down at the girl, sprawled across the ground as she was, not daring to move so much as an inch. It was almost comical to see her with her eyes clasped shut, a vacant expression plastered across his features. It wasn't often, after all, that she would dare show any sign of weakness towards him, so to see her in her current state was hilarious, he had to keep reminding himself.

"Und so, der groß ehrfürchtig Preußisch is victorious," he found himself adding, speaking in a manner that he knew she would probably, possibly, recognize from their days of playing knights as young children, rescuing damsels in distress and whatnot, as he leaned in to tug at her arm, pausing for a moment to wait for any sign that his actions had regstered, even in her supposedly dormant state, allowing the growing fear and anxiety that lurked in a small part of the back of his mins to spread, and eventually he found himself, all or rather most of, his pride forgotten as he held his breath in quiet anticipation without being fully aware of what he was doing, for any form of reaction from her that would prove his assumption to be incorrect.

[Elizabeta Héderváry]

He was irritating. Really, really irritating. There was no other way to describe him. He was fully and obnoxiously irritating. It was hard to keep up the dead act with his poking and prodding at various areas of her being. But she had some how managed to bear through it. Never once budging an inch without it being because he had moved her. And keeping her breathing very shallow to minimize the amount of movement she made, even despite being poked.

He really had gotten stupider since they were kids. Then again… When they were kids, the probably -would have- poked a corpse with sticks if they had ever run across one… It made Eliza ashamed to realize that she’d be right there along side him poking it. Was she really such an idiot back then? Gods, how embarrassing. Luckily they’d never found any bodies, although there were a few times they were close to creating bodies… Adults usually stepped in though.

But of course, the idiot just had to go and say words that made her want to correct his stupidity. She started sitting up, “You idiot! You’re not Prussian, you’re just a history-war-fana-- !!!!!!!!”

She never got the chance to finish that sentence, she had tried sitting up too fast and ended up butting heads with the male. She quickly grabbed her head and curled into a herself, thrashing her legs wildly in a moot attempt to ease the pain. When the pain finally subsided, she glared at the other through watery eyes -although she wasn’t watery enough to be crying. Of course, she blamed him, “You dumbass! Anyone ever tell you it’s kiss sleeping beauty, not kill her?! I pray to god that your idiotic genes don’t swim into the future gene-pool! It’ll be a plague on the rest of the world! And the poor woman who has to carry your demon spawns would be truly pitiful!”

Despite saying all this, she probably would have socked him if he’d kissed her instead. But really, Eliza just wanted any excuse to pick a fight with him and of course taking a shot at his pride as a man was a wonderful way to do it. She finally let loose her head, gaining a more dreamy expression, “Although if it was Roderich here, I would be the one initiating the kiss because he’d make a splendid sleeping beauty. ♥”