Prank Gone Wrong [Daciana]

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

It was all set. Gilbert tied the last knot and reviewed the trap. There wasn't anyone in the hall. Francis was supposed to come through this way any second now. As soon as he tripped up the rope Gilbert set on the floor it would pour a bucket of wine right on top of his head. A classic with a French twist on it. "Kesesesese." Gilbert couldn't help but give a mischievous snicker. The thought was already cracking him up.

It had been a while since he'd pull off a prank like this on one of his friends. On the freshman, almost everyday. The same went for his teachers but he always liked to remind his friends that they weren't exempted from his prank clutches. In a small way, this was one of Gilbert's favorite past-times. If not painting. Suddenly he got the most awesome idea ever. He should make a painting depicting this most awesome prank. The thought made him snicker a bit more.

As soon as he was about to burst out laughing at the thought he heard footsteps approaching. Right on time. He hid himself behind the column and waited for Francis to fall victim to his awesome trap.

[Daciana Popescu]

Letting out a sigh, Daciana looked at the papers that were on top of the books she was carrying. Today had been a very quiet day and she liked it that way. If it could, she wished for everyday to be like that, but sadly something always went wrong. As she turned the corner, Daciana tripped over something, but steadied herself. The girl closed her eyes and was happy she didn't fall.

Though, as she opened her eyes something fell on her. She held back a scream and instead dropped her books as wine dripped down her face. Whoever did this would be dead, no worse than dead. Clenching her fists tightly, Daciana looked at her now soaking wet books. "Alright! Come out now, whoever you are!" she shouted, trying to control her anger.

Her eyes showed nothing but pure anger and hatred as she began to look around for wherever this perpetrator may be. "I said come out!" Daciana pressed her lips together and waited.

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Gilbert's eyes lit up in delight as he heard the ropes tighten and the mechanics activate. The moment passed and he heard the bucket fall and the splash he was waiting for. It took all of the young German's strength not to burst out laughing and reveal himself then and there. No, he was waiting for Francis to actually say something. Like, 'sacre bleu' or whatever the French man would say if he just got a bucket of fermented grape juice dropped on his head.

What he wasn't waiting for, however, was a girl saying, "Alright! Come out now, whoever you are!" Gilbert's eyes widened. Whoever this girl was, she was mad. Her voice made his skin crawl a bit. "die Shceisse." Gilbert muttered softly under his breath. He needed to escape. There was no explaining this. He felt the very second he showed himself he'd get a kick to the face.

He heard her footsteps get closer as she exclaimed, "I said come out!" the panicking German had no time to think. He made a break for it. He withdrew from his hiding place and made a mad dash for the stairs, unsure if he'd make it or not.

(( Feel free to tackle him, trip him, throw your book at him, anything at all to make him stop. c: ))

[Daciana Popescu]

Daciana turned in time to see a boy run towards the stairs. The Romanian girl narrowed her eyes and darted after him. "Hey!" she called before tackling him to the ground. Whoever this wise guy was, he was about to be in for a rude awakening. Turning him so she could get a better look at him, Daciana held him down. "So you're the one that did this...," she mumbled more to herself than as a statement.

"Who do you think you are? You think this is funny?" Daciana demanded. Gripping him by the collar, she lifted him up. He was lucky she had been in a good mood or else she would have punched him in the face. Suddenly, a slight smirk spread across her face. "What's your name kid?" she questioned. Al naibii de copil... she thought while waiting for him to answer.

Daciana took in the boy's appearance, so she wouldn't forget what he looked like. Though, now that she noticed, how could one not forget what he looked like? White hair, red eyes? Oh yeah, he would stick out in a crowd alright. Daciana brushed a piece of her wine soaked hair behind her ear and glared down at the boy.

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

The young German wasn't the fastest student around but he could book it when he had to. And Oh Gott did he need to. When Gilbert saw the railings of the stairs appear in his line of sight, for a second, he thought he was going to make it. Of course, all his hopes vanished as he felt a great force being put on his back. The third year hit the ground hard and was immediately turned over.

Gilbert was faced to face with the person he'd accidentally prank'd. He rarely played pranks on upperclassmen. The younger student didn't recognize her from any of the lower levels. She must be a Senior. She was on top of him, pinning him down with surprising strength.

Needless to say, she looked furious. Wine dripped from her hair, some of the crimson liquid dripped onto his face. 'die Scheisse.' Gilbert thought to himself. This woman was too scary. Her anger prominent on her features, accompanied by the dripping wine almost made it seem like blood dripping down a murderer's face.

The girl muttered something the younger student couldn't catch and then lifted him up by the collar. She asked him, "What's your name kid?" The white-haired third-year immediately gave a strong look of disdain. He hated it when people looked down on him. He quickly put his arms on her hands, still clutching his collar, and, after wrestling with her vice-like grip, forced her to let go.

Gilbert stood up and fixed his collar, shooting her a nasty look. "Tch. I'm only a year below you. Don't go around calling me kid." he retorted, his confidence in standing up to her rising. "Gilbert Beilschmidt." he spit. Senior, teacher or President, damnit, Gilbert's pride was too big for anyone to swallow.

[Daciana Popescu]

The only thing the Romanian did was raise a curious eyebrow at his sudden pride. Standing and crossing her arms, her eyes cut into him like daggers. "Daciana Popescu," she stated. Daciana wasn't wavered or scared of this...boy. In fact, if just calling him a kid irked him, she imagined all the other names that could peeve him even more. Ringing her hair out, she glanced back to her books.

"You owe me for those books you ruined, Gilbert." Daciana said coldly, turning back to him. Those had been very dear and important books to her and she would be damned if she didn't have this guy pay for it. As for the papers, it looked like she had another essay to write. That wouldn't be so hard.

For some reason, Daciana began to reflect on her old life. She used to prank people and start rallies, so she really couldn't stay mad at this guy for long. Though, this made her think too hard and she was beginning to not like that. Whoever the prank was meant for, well, lets just say they may get a visit from her soon. Suddenly, she began to laugh.

It was the first time she had truly laughed in over a year since having to become a proper lady as her mother put it. Daciana laughed so hard, tears started to form at the corners of her eye. If this boy didn't think she was crazy already, he might as well now. After a moment, she quieted down and a smirk was plastered on her face. "You know...that wasn't a bad trick," she said shaking her head lightly. The Romanian was slightly impressed by it in all honesty. "How'd you do it?"

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

The young German stood firm, somewhat ignoring the icy glare the woman was giving him. "Fine, Daciana." he said with equal harshness.

I'm one of those rich royal boys so money won't be a problem." he jested, a wry smile on his face. Whenever he mentioned he was of royalty the first thing people usually imagined was the stereotype snooty spoiled brat. Rather than wasting saliva explaining his life story he just accepted it. It was really only his friends and close relatives who knew otherwise.

The third-year sighed inwardly. Just a few minutes ago he thought he'd be laughing his ass of at Francis but now he found himself with debt and a possible enemy. It was a shame, really. All that prep work and getting the mechanism just right took a good hour of serious work. Maybe he'd just put a spider in Francis' wineglass next time.

He looked at Daciana. At least, even though it wasn't the right person, it worked. She was a mess. A snickered a little. Still pretty awesome. Definitely not the worth of the books he'd have to pay for but still awesome. And, apparently, Gilbert wasn't the only one to think so. The second he appreciated his handy-work the girl in front of him burst out laughing. Hard.

The Junior looked surprised. Daciana suddenly gave him a grin. "You know...that wasn't a bad trick, How'd you do it?" she asked him. Gilbert was taken aback. Maybe there was more to this girl than he first thought. "W-Well, The rope you tripped on is attached to a wheel where the bucket is tied to above. When you pull the rope the bucket tilts, pouring the wine." He said, his face still a bit stunned by the sudden change in personality.

"H-Hey. I-I'm sorry, by the way. That wasn't meant for you, you know?" he stuttered, a bit embarrassed.