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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Mar 20, 2011 15:06:38 GMT
Ludwig leaned against an stand waiting for a certain person. He glance at his watch again as annoyance pasted his face.
"15 minutes?! Bruder I'm not going to wait any longer if you keep this up."
He turned away from the stairs and look at each of the stalls that was set up in the area. He recognized quite a few from last year and many years before when the festival came around. Amazing the garden is in bloom making the stalls even more festive then usual. Ludwig just watched as more people came up to the different stalls and playing the games and trying out the variety of food.
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Post by beilschmidt on Mar 20, 2011 15:16:01 GMT
Gilbert grinned as he inhaled the scents and scenes of the festivals. He remembered his mother and father taking him here with Ludwig, and always getting the same things and playing the same games. He remembered Ludwig would always beat him at the knocking-down-bottles game. Even when they were little. Not this year, though. Gilbert had practiced in preparation.
He grinned when he saw his brother, tiptoeing towards his brother to try and sneak up on him. He reached his arms forward and wiggled his fingers for good measure. "Ludwig!" He shouted, swinging an arm around his neck and grinning like his usual self. "How are you, bro?"
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Mar 20, 2011 15:27:14 GMT
He finally heard the familiar steps of his brother as he tries his best to sneak up on him. He didn't jumped when felt Gilbert's arm around his neck. His brother ginning as a Chester cat pull himself into Ludwig's view.
"I'm fine, but you are late Gilbert. 15 minutes to be exact. What's your excuse this time?" Ludwig slightly glaring at his brother with his arms cross against his chest.
"You said you wouldn't be late. You would even make sure to leave early so you wouldn't be late."
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Post by beilschmidt on Mar 20, 2011 15:46:29 GMT
"Ahh, well, you see... " He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "I ran into some... traffic?" He knew his brother wouldn't buy that excuse for a second, but he thought he'd give it a try. "I mean you know how it is getting here. So many cars and bikes in the way." This was total bull, seeing as how Gilbert walked everywhere and didn't own a car.
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Mar 20, 2011 16:54:58 GMT
Ludwig stared his brother with the look of "you are totally bullsh*ting me.", but he replied in a monotone voice,
"Right traffic,"
He move out of Gilbert's arm. Ludwig took his hand and shove Gilbert forward.
"Let's go before they close the stands." He said as he walked towards them.
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Post by beilschmidt on Mar 22, 2011 19:08:31 GMT
"Right, right." The albino laughed, skipping forward a bit and grinning. "What's your favorite stand?" He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. While he preferred the bottle-shooting one, he loved the food stands, and loved trying all the snacks. But he also liked the game stands. But his favorite food stand had to be the one with tiny hot dogs on sticks, and with it, a shot of beer.
"Hey, bro, come on! I want to get my shot of beer and hot dog!" Gilbert called over his shoulder to his lagging brother. "Why are you so slow?"
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Mar 23, 2011 17:04:50 GMT
Ludwig smirked at his brother and answered back,
"I like the bottle shooting game and the ring toss game since I'm decent at them. I always like the food stands. There's always something new to try each year. What about you bruder?"
He'll never tell Gilbert his favorite was always the sweets stands. He just love how they could always create some great confections. He paused as a student of his called out to him. He patted the girl's head as she ran up to him. He looked down at what she won.
"That's great Chloe. You better get back to your parents." He watched her run back when Gilbert called him out.
"Huh? Oh sorry Gilbert." He jogged up to his brother as he remember what Gilbert said earlier.
"Fine, but only 2 at most. I don't want another event like last year happen again." He said as he look over to his brother.
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Post by beilschmidt on Mar 25, 2011 19:25:33 GMT
"What?" Gilbert's cheeks puffed out some, his brows furrowing. "I can hold my beer! You underestimate your older brother." He shook his head, folding his hands behind his head in a relaxed pose. "I'll have as many as I want. I'm older than you, so what I say goes."
He stopped in front of one of the stands, blinking some. "Oh! This is the ring toss!" He grinned at his brother. "Ready to get your butt kicked?"
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Mar 31, 2011 4:15:42 GMT
He chuckled at Gilbert's reaction as he walked next to him. He figured his brother would still drink easily 5 or 6 at the less of those drinks. Ludwig stopped a few paces ahead of his brother as he pointed out game booth.
"Ring toss hm? Alright, but you do know I won't let you win that easily right?" Grinning back at his brother. The two made their way to the booth and Ludwig paid for both of them for a chance to play. He notice that white dog is still the big winner prize. He remember as a kid he wanted to win that so badly.
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Post by beilschmidt on Apr 6, 2011 20:38:05 GMT
"Alright!" Gilbert pointed forward with a determined grin, his other hand on his hip. "Watch and see! I'm the greatest ring tosser in all of this land!" He bent his knees and eyed the goal, squinting his eyes and taking a few practice arm movements. Then he sucked in his breath and puffed out his chest, aimed, and threw the ring.
Gilbert made a choking noise when it hit the target and bounced off onto the ground. He turned a bright shade of red and faced his brother. "Th-that one didn't count at all! It was a practice shot, practice!"
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Apr 14, 2011 3:15:15 GMT
Ludwig watched as Gilbert went at it when he picked up the rings. Ludwig nodded to the person running the booth that he knows that he'll pay as Gilbert toss his first ring. He kept a straight face, but inside he was smirking as he heard Gilbert made his usual noise and quickly turning to him.
"Th-that one didn't count at all! It was a practice shot, practice!"
He nodded and answered back,
"Agree you have to have one warm up shot before acing with the rest of the rings."
He walked to the person running the booth and held out his hand for his set of rings as Gilbert goes for his next few shots.
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Post by beilschmidt on Apr 14, 2011 21:52:49 GMT
"Y-yeah!" He nodded, picking up a ring. "This will be a two out of three competition!" He aimed again and stuck out his tounge, closing one eye and even bending up and down a little. He finally pulled his arm back and swung.
Again, he choked when it missed. He quickly picked up another ring and tossed it again. It hit the wall behind the target and bounced onto the ground. The third time, Gilbert practically hurled the ring at the target. Again, it bounced off the wall but with such force it managed to hit Gilbert in the face. He choked, burning a deep shade of red and feeling defeated.
"... This will be a four out of five match."
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Apr 21, 2011 2:10:43 GMT
He watched as Gilbert rings continually miss. He got himself in his spot as his brother choked and rubbed at the spot that the ring hit his face.
Ludwig sighed before replying
"Remember Gilbert we do want to go to the other booths and .."
He lightly toss the ring as it went around the peg on the right corner.
"Didn't you want those drinks too?" He toss another just a little harder trying his best to miss, but it bounce back and got the peg in the middle. His third and last ring he toss to the left corner it spun out of it's peg and landed on the ground.
"Hm... guess I won a small prize."
The man who was running the booth gave Ludwig a strange look. He knew that Ludwig tried to fail on the last ring.
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Post by beilschmidt on Apr 21, 2011 3:59:52 GMT
Gilbert could feel his face burn red, and his cheeks puffed out. That was no fair. "You stink." He sighed, his nose scrunching up. "But since I'm such a good sport, I'll buy you drinks! And me, too." He smiled, thinking of the other booths to visit. So many choices, so little time.
"Which one next?" He asked. "I picked this one. But make it a good stand - something either entertaining or food related. I'm bored and starved. Not a good combo for me." He grinned at his brother, cheeks bright red.
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Apr 26, 2011 2:13:13 GMT
He sighed, but smiled as Gilbert said he'll be a good sport.
"Which one next?"
"I picked this one. But make it a good stand - something either entertaining or food related. I'm bored and starved. Not a good combo for me."
Ah he should of known. He looked around and notice the food stands. He started towards them as he asked,
"Hm... how about funnel cakes bruder? He stood right next to it waiting for an answer.
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Post by beilschmidt on Apr 29, 2011 20:00:15 GMT
Gilbert's eyes widened and a small grin spread on his face. Funnel Cakes were amazingly delicious and perfect. And covered in powedered sugar. And light and fluffy. Funnel Cakes would be great.
"I demand you buy me five." He said, pointing a finger forward in triumph. "And then I guess you can have one, too."
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on May 9, 2011 4:21:37 GMT
He smirked as the idea of Funnel cakes lifted his brother's spirit. He raised up only 3 fingers to Gilbert.
"Only 3 for you bruder and I'll buy one for myself." He knew one wouldn't satisfied his brother, but 5 is too much for one person.
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Post by beilschmidt on May 17, 2011 1:34:51 GMT
"What?" Gilbert gaped at his brother for a moment before his cheeks popped out, and his brows lowered. Three funnel cakes would be too wimpy to feed him. He needed five. Five moist, delicious fried dough that smelled sweet and amazing and was covered in powdered sugar. His mouth watered and his thoughts went wild. It was all too much.
"Ludwig, you have to buy me five. It would just be so... unfulfilling if I didn't have any. So you -need- to buy me five. Because, you know, they're funnel cakes." He hopped from foot-to-foot, anticipating his brother's response.
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on May 24, 2011 4:37:15 GMT
"What?"
Gaped his brother at him from his word. He loves sweets, but he knows what it does to a person if they have too much. He was going to stand his ground on this.
"Ludwig, you have to buy me five. It would just be so... unfulfilling if I didn't have any. So you -need- to buy me five. Because, you know, they're funnel cakes."
'ugh, he did that too when he was younger.'
As Gilbert hopped from foot-to-foot, anticipating his brother's response. He closed his eyes and rub the start of a headache away as he answered back,
"Fine Gilbert, but only 4 you don't want to fill up on funnel cakes." He honestly hope that will make his brother happy.
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