the singer in the locker room [open]

[ARTHUR KIRKLAND]

(ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH TO LET ME SEE YOUR P E A C O C K)

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In Arthur's state now, he could of cared less, if anyone was around him. After working out (or what he defines working out is) and running around that bloody track for an hour, being able to manage to drag himself into the lockers for rest without fainting, was only a miracle even for himself. Of course it was never the reason that he was physically challenged or anything, but good god, how these Americans treat their students on the track area was just simply preposterous, to even explain. The barmy man sitting in the benches, or as they would call him the coach nearly drove Arthur out of the edge, every time he'd bugger at him, when he stopped to catch a breathe. "I swear that man is either trying to annoy the hell out of me, or he's just plain crazy..."

Luckily, although Arthur's aggravations seem to never end, he was actually the first ones to sneak go out of the track. Though it was only ten minutes earlier, he was just chuffed he got out before the others did. Arthur sighed contently pacing himself over towards the locker persisting as he went to open and grab his items. Thank god for secret passageways. The thought of doing this daily, was not as relaxing, as it was clever. He'd usually do this ever so often when he would have bad days or just didn't feel like doing it, and seeing the others run before him, made him chuckle at the idea that they didn't even realize he left. Oh, how wondrous would the feeling feel when the tiresome bodies would come in, and he would be as relaxed as a pillow...

After picking up most of his stuff he finally went down to swoop down his iPod from his pocket, and smiled still content while he pout his headphones in. God, why in the bleeding hell did he have this contraption anyway? He barely knew how to use it, but at least the song quality was satisfying enough. And when he turned on the iPod, he looked left and right, because the song that popped on, was awful just awful, but...He just couldn't stop listening to it, as he started to put his track stuff up, he actually beginning to sing it, without thought.

"Come and baby let me see, what you hiding underneath..."

Sighing daydreaming into the song, Arthur found himself weirdly dancing into the rhythm slowly while he put his track items in the locker, panting still from the running. This...This American music, was so childish, so untamed, so uncoordinated! But dear lord, blast it all, because he couldn't stop listening to this bloody git, named Katy Perry.

"I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock..."

It was almost time for everyone to start to come in...

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[FRANCIS BONNEFOY]

Francis was a lazy person when it cames to PE. It was the subject he hated the most. But the coach was just as scary as hell, so in the end he ran his ass off. Francis was pretty bad at PE, but not when it came to running. He was pretty fast. This was because he had often got in trouble. He's really a coward, instead of fighting like a man, he'd rather run away.

Running the crap out yourself wasn't that bad when you ran behind someone with a nice firm butt. Francis was quite enjoying his sight.

Francis had managed to get in the locker room as first. Well not first as he noticed someone singing and swinging. He smirked slightly and walked over to his own locker. Leaning against it and watching the other boy enjoy himself. Francis had to admit, he looked good, though he was clearly not the best dancer and singer. He didn't great the Brit but just stood there, watching with a smirk, enjoying the show.

[ARTHUR KIRKLAND]

(ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH TO LET ME SEE YOUR P E A C O C K)

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While other tiresome teen was entering the locker rooms, Arthur could barely notice. Frankly, he was just to busy shaking his bosom off on the other side of the lockers, to the music he supposedly first found displeasing. Which of course, was indeed a blatant lie, according to the way was starting to mindlessly let go of the rest of his inventory of his track items, to carelessly back away and awkwardly begin to start frolicking around the lockers. Ah, how the sound of music could effect him. Unlike the effects of music such as British rock, or classical music, could do to him, for some strange reason, American music as such like this, had a quite queer aftermath when put into Arthur's ears. Because bloody hell, he just wasn't quite used to melodies of America.

"I want the jaw droppin', eye poppin', head turnin', body shockin'!"

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And before Arthur could realize, he found himself in the middle of the room, hastily just dancing his soul away. Clapping his hands from left to right to the rhythm, as if it was like he was creating some choreography. Though it was already clearly recognizable that Arthur was nor a singer, or dancer, it was bizarre enough to say, from the looks of it he had the free will of one.

"I want my heart throbbin', ground shakin', show stoppin, amazin'!"

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With Arthur's carelessness high, he roamed twirling around the room, and without a notice with his eyes closed began going towards the other male's direction. "Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?" As the song began to end he suddenly halted in a few steps from the other, raised his arms behind him and with a gasp said, "Come and baby let me see..." Twisting his arms back forward in a singy tune, shaking his hands wildly, he finally said the last words,

"Whatchu hidin' underneath!"

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And right after the end of the song, he smiled to himself, raising his arms back down, going back in position, then opening his ey- what. Blinking in realization, (and hoping of delusion) he silently stared at the other's smirk in disbelief with jaw open. Just the thought of someone watching was bad enough, but when a some frenchman he had seen before, like this saw... A blush was the only thing he could show back, as well as a horrid expression.

"When T-The... WHEN THE B-BLOODING ECK' DID YOU GET HERE, YOU FROG?!"

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(one more ''lenghty'' post, but i'm sorry I just couldn't resist... xD.. It was too perfect. How did I not expect france to post here?)[/s]



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[FRANCIS BONNEFOY]

Francis smirk grew wider, he had expected for the other to notice him and get a heart attack, instead he just went on. He chuckled. Now this was interesting, hmn~? He followed the Britt with his eyes. Dieu- he had some guts to dance like that in a lockerroom. Or he was just that smart.

You know, this would be more entertaining when he was only dancing in his underwear, Francis thought. Maybe he should always be a little earlier in the lockerrooms. He wondered, mabe he would even stripdance. Francis was currently imagining uhm... not so appropriate things to put it.

He snapped out of his perverted daydreams when the Brit had finally noticed him. He grinned. "Awhile back, just long enough to see you're quite a dancer." he said as he opened his locker. Still smirking. "You know you shoud show these steps at the snow ball." He told him as he took off his shoes. "Arthur wasn't it?" He asked him. He had heard the coach scream his name


(sorry for my short post but France can't do much.)

[ARTHUR KIRKLAND]

(ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH TO LET ME SEE YOUR P E A C O C K)

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From the comparison of looks of the Frenchman and him, Arthur was not eased at all. First off, he was obviously not lucky for the first one to be bumped into was him, Arthur just found him repulsive and nothing more, and second off for him just to be seen just singing that song in front of him, made him wish to just hide in a corner for the rest of his school year. "I-I... What on your earth do you think your doing nosing in other's businesses?!" Gah, oh how terribly did he wish he could run and hide into that corner now. He was more embarrased then he was brassed off, and was just utterly clueless on how to protect the dignity he had left. The man just saw him dancing bleeding half-naked like a wench, as if he was putting a show for him! Blimey! What really else could he really say?

"How...How, outrageous! Is that all you can say to me, you stingy beast...?! I'm sure where you hail from, that's 'sane' for you, but i'd never... show such bastardizing actions at a formal event, as such as that!" He replied in a quick tempo, with a hint of nervousness in his voice. When Arthur can't say anything else, there was always his insults that could back him up. Even his self-conscience bloody didn't know how to respond. Rolling his eyes, and crossing his arms, with still a glare he huffed. The other's sanity felt perfectly normal even at what he saw, which drove Arthur insane.

"Yes it is." He replied dearly, trying to hold his embarrasment. "And I suppose your called the perverted Wally, who lurks and watches others as they..." With a small blush looking away. "C-Change in the locker rooms?"

He already knew perfectly that's not the reason why the man was watching. But Arthur just couldn't admit, on what he did.

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(Bleh weird post is weird. xD. But fff, it's alright. I only made it long 'cause I wanted to do that big finale~ *u*.)

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[FRANCIS BONNEFOY]

Francis chuckled lightly. Oh oh this boy was cute, definately. He studied him, liking the blush on his face. Oh so embarassed. Though everyone in Arthur's position would be highly embarassed and trying to hide it. This was verr amusing, the Frenchman had to admit that.

He raised a perfectly epilated eyebrow. "Que? I just happened to walk in, non? I thought I would just leave you and have your uhm fun, oui?" Not admitting that, that wasn't quite the reason. He had just not stopped the Brit because he was liking what he saw. But he would probably be smacked if he said that and make the Brit more embarassed.
Besides it wasn't his fault that the Brit had decided to dance and sing around half naked for everyone to see who came in. So he couldn't help "nosing in his business" as the Brit had put it.

"Just as sane as it is, for people in your country to sing and dance around half naked in public places." He said chuckling. Of course it wasn't normal for his country he was just joking around, he could see that the Brit had understood that but was merely embarassed.

Francis shook his head, ignoring the comment as it was slightly. "Mais non, I'm Francis." He said introducing himself, slightly wondering if he should shake hands now. "It's nice to meet you, Arthur" He said, making the R roll over his tongue. He smirked lightly. "You know, you are lucky it was only me who'd seen it and not the entire class..." He said as he took off his shirt and putting on a clean shirt. "Dieu- zat would have been disastrous, non?" Smirk growing wider, as Francis had a plan.

He glanced over at Arthur. "Anyone would've told the rest about this petit incident, non?" He first hadn't the intention to tell anyone about this, but it was too much fun to tease this boy. He smirked at Arthur and waited for his reaction.