Spamano Trash RP
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Thread Topic: Spamano Trash RP
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Sillinae NewbieAntonio shrugged, going to drop his things by the field to go practice. He'd only been on for a few minutes when Francis and Gilbert sidled up to him. "Hey, Tonio." Francis purred. "How did tutoring go?" Gilbert said smoothly. Antonio frowned. "Uh, it went fine. Now can we just practice?" But Francis only stepped in front of him, crossing his arms. "Oh no. I want to hear every detail." He raised an eyebrow. "Have fun?" Antonio gaped at him for a moment before he realized what he was implying. He resisted the urge to hit him. "We did math, Francis. Get out of my way, please." Francis ignored him and Gilbert stepped up. A hand went around Antonio's wrist tightly, and he yanked away. "No, I think we should discuss it." Gilbert's grip tightened. "Privately." s---.
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Lovino instantly regretted joining Antonio. He wasn't sure if Francis and Gilbert had seen him yet, but as soon as Antonio set foot on the field, they were on top of him, pulling at him and muttering things Lovino couldn't hear. He shifted uncomfortably, wondering if he should go before things got worse, or find the coach or something, but he seemed stuck, eyes fixed on the three boys.
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Sillinae NewbieAntonio tried to pull away, but Gilbert and Francis were already tugging him away, and he realized with a wave of dread that they were headed behind the bleachers. They don't fight fair. No, no, no. They weren't actually going to try and jump him, were they? His eyes shot up to the bleachers and he saw Lovino staring at them, before glancing away, afraid he'd draw their attention to the smaller boy. He silently prayed that Lovino would stay were he was. Everything was quiet for a moment when they ducked under the bleachers, until Gilbert broke the silence. "Don't think we didn't notice you brought him." He said, his voice cold. And suddenly a fist came flying at Antonio's face and he reeled back. He threw an arm in front of his face before the next blow, backing up. "What'd you do in the locker room, huh?" Francis jeered. "Left all alone? I guess we don't know you, do we?"[i] s---.
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Sillinae NewbieAntonio tried to pull away, but Gilbert and Francis were already tugging him away, and he realized with a wave of dread that they were headed behind the bleachers. They don't fight fair. No, no, no. They weren't actually going to try and jump him, were they? His eyes shot up to the bleachers and he saw Lovino staring at them, before glancing away, afraid he'd draw their attention to the smaller boy. He silently prayed that Lovino would stay were he was. Everything was quiet for a moment when they ducked under the bleachers, until Gilbert broke the silence. "Don't think we didn't notice you brought him." He said, his voice cold. And suddenly a fist came flying at Antonio's face and he reeled back. He threw an arm in front of his face before the next blow, backing up. "What'd you do in the locker room, huh?" Francis jeered. "Left all alone? I guess we don't know you, do we?"[i] s---.
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Sillinae NewbieWoah what why did it double post
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Lovino's heart leapt into his throat and it took him a moment to remember how to breath as he watched Gilbert and Francis drag Antonio behind the bleachers on the other side of the field. Leaving his bag behind, he jumped off the benches and darted towards where they'd disappeared to. He peered around the bleachers just in time to see Gilbert's fist aim straight for Antonio's face. It took him a moment to gather his courage, before storming over and shoving Gilbert away. "f--- off! I know you're both f---ing pathetic, but are you seriously going to beat a teammate up for not sinking to your s---ty level? Besides that, he's the only reason you score any damn points, so back off. We're not f---ing, get it through your thick, ugly heads."
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Sillinae NewbieAntonio's rush of relief when Gilbert was shoved away from his wad quickly replaced by a wave of anxiety when both Gilbert and Francis turned towards Lovino. Gilbert didn't even say anything. He just stepped forward and shoved Lovino, hard. "We were going to take care of you next, but if you want to make it easier that's fine." It took Antonio a moment to regain his bearings, and in that time Francis had already thrown another punch at Lovino. "You wish you were, huh?" Francis sneered. They were cornering Lovino, god. He darted forward to grab Gilbert's arm mid-hit, trying to pull him off. If they could even just get out from the bleachers it would be over.
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ahh sorry this is late! My neighbor's nephew got into a car accident, so had to go really quick and we had to go take care of their pets.)
Lovino stumbled back, throwing his arms up just in time to protect his face from Francis' swing. "f--- off, Francis, you're the one who tried to get into my pants earlier," he spat. Francis' smirk was quickly replaced with a much darker expression. "Shut up. Nobody will hear about that." he growled, grabbing fistfuls of Lovino's shirt and shoving him with a snarl. Gilbert conveniently stuck a foot out, sending the Italian to the ground with a yelp as he landed on his wrist, hard. -
oh phew she just texted my mom he's gonna be okay )
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Sillinae NewbieOh god, don't worry about it! I'm glad he's gonna be okay!
A ball of dread was burying itself hard in Antonio's stomach, and he winced as Gilbert and Francis started throwing kicks at Lovino, who had been sent to the ground. He shoved himself between Gilbert and Lovino, flinching when he caught a kick probably meant for Lovino in the side. He shoved Gilbert away, and was dragged down to the ground with him. Then they were scuffling on the ground. One on one he could handle. If Lovino could get out or fight off Francis first then they'd be home free. -
ahh thanks me too ^^ and wow *goals not points a couple posts up that proves how unathletic I am lol)
Lovino cried out as the spikes on the bottom of Francis' sports shoes dug into his side. He shuffled back, hurrying to his feet. Francis was glaring daggers at him as he grabbed the smaller boy's wrist like he had in the locker room and twisted. Lovino mewled in protest, his wrist already throbbing from the fall. He was growing frantic, and with both his arms restrained, he did the only thing he could think of- jolting forward and headbutting him as hard as he could. The blonde released him with a sharp curse, clutching his now bleeding (and hopefully broken) nose. -
Sillinae NewbiePfff I look athletic but it must only to make up for how completely the opposite I am
Antonio heard Francis curse, and tore himself off of Gilbert to shoot a quick look at what had happened. Seeing that they were all separated for a moment, he scrambled to his feet, moving away from Gilbert as quickly as possible. He stumbled over to Lovino, taking him by the shoulders and half leading him, half pushing him out from the bleachers. He could still hear Francis cursing, and Gilbert was joining him. "Go get your stuff." He hissed to Lovino. "We're leaving." He could cut on one practice no problem. He did not want to deal with the coach right now. -
aw no at least you play volleyball that's athletic ^^
and brb dinner but I promise I'll come back this time haha)
Lovino held his injured wrist close to his chest, stumbling and nearly falling as Antonio led him away. He took a shaky breath, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and concern. "Are you okay? I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come," he said in a small voice, Antonio's arm on his shoulders simultaneously comforting and unnerving. He cast a glance behind them, watching Gilbert angrily kicking the bleachers as Francis wiped blood from his face. -
Sillinae NewbieAaaa pfft :^P np bun apetite
And I don't get to play volleyball anymore :^( I wish I did tho
Antonio shook his head. "I'll be fine." He could feel his lip swelling, and he was also sure that he didn't look too hot either, but a fistfight with Gilbert would do that to someone. He noticed Lovino cradling his hand, and leaned in to pull it out, studying it for a moment. "I can't tell if your wrist is broken or sprained." He said apologetically. He took his other wrist and led him away, hopping up the bleachers to grab Lovino's bag, and grabbing his own as he pulled them both away from the field. "There's first aid stuff at my place." He said as he led them away. "I live within walking distance, I can drive you home afterwords. Unless you want to show up with blood on you and dirt all over." -
oh no, why not? D: )
Lovino drew in a breath as Antonio pulled his wrist out, but he was relieved when he didn't do more than study it. He pulled it close again once the taller boy let go. When Antonio grabbed his other wrist he blushed, but couldn't gelp latching onto his hand, still nervous that Gilbert and Francis might come after them again. He murmured a small thank you when Antonio picked up his bag, blushing darker when he said he was taking them to his house. "O-Okay," He took a deep breath, reminding himself that it didn't mean anything, and that there were more important things that about. However, focusing on the pain only made Lovino nauseous, so he focused on the other's damade. It looked like Gilbert had gotten a hit in on Antonio's lips, and the skin to one side of his mouth was already bruising ever so slightly.
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