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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 17, 2009 19:50:25 GMT -5
Connor let out a huff as he was knocked to the ground, then pushed away a grin as he let himself go limp. He let out a low groan as though he had hurt something and kept his head down with his hair over his eyes to hide the mischievous glint he knew he couldn't mask. He hoped that Vane wouldn't call his bluff. He had half-expected to end up tackled, and that was fine with him, he had always enjoyed wrestling around with the others.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 17, 2009 20:05:33 GMT -5
Vane had fully intended to crawl over Connor, leaving him in the dust as he got to the shed, but in the moment of impact, a hundred thoughts flashed through his mind; There was Connor injured as he ran ahead to claim an empty victory, there was Connor smirking over his win because he'd just had to check. Vane decided not to let either occur. He let his weight remain against his friend's back. "Something wrong?" he asked, not at all convinced as of yet.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 17, 2009 20:14:28 GMT -5
Connor mentally rolled his eyes at Vane knowing him too well and answered only with another groan that sounded something like arm. No, he wasn't hurt in the least, breathing was a little hard, but nothing was hurt. Sure, he wanted to get up and fly some, but they had all day and he was fine with a break before hand. It wasn't like they were going to be run off the field or anything.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 17, 2009 20:44:22 GMT -5
Vane narrowed his eyes slightly, though he did worry. Would Connor really take it that far? "Let's go up to the hospital wing, then," Vane said, easing his weight just a bit before stopping. "Truce?" he asked. He'd have suggested petrifying Connor for the journey, but he he was hurt, that wouldn't be at all amusing and he'd be eating crow for supper.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 17, 2009 20:50:01 GMT -5
Connor twisted underneath Vane in a quick motion enough to grab one of his arms and pull him over. "You should know better," he said, the grin finally coming out as he fought to get out from under Vane and grabbed his arms as best he could. Yes, he could have waited until Vane was completely off him, but that would be chancing Vane getting mad because of the trick.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 17, 2009 22:46:21 GMT -5
Vane felt a streak of aggravation as he toppled, twisting his arms in an attempt to catch Connor's. "Cheater!" he bit out, as though he hadn't been planning to jinx Connor less than a minute ago. He moved to hook an ankle over whichever of Connor's legs he could, hoping to slow him down enough to grab his wand. Once he got his arms free, that was. All bets were off once he got hold of his wand.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 17, 2009 22:54:11 GMT -5
Connor grinned broadly and grabbed for Vane's wand arm. He wasn't about to let the guy grab the wand, he would much rather be in a physical fight than a wand duel. His legs were wrapped up in Vane's but the point for the moment was no longer to get to the door first, but to win the little wrestling match, at least from Connor's view. "Like you wouldn't have done the same!"
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 17, 2009 22:57:56 GMT -5
Vane gritted his teeth as he pushed at Connor, hoping either to topple him or free his arm, either would work at this point. "I didn't," he said. If he'd thought about it for ten seconds he'd have remembered that he'd been the one to tackle Connor in the hopes of getting ahead, but that was at least fair. On his end, at least. "You had a head start! I'll take my handicap now!" The lead that would give him would put him inside the shed, though he knew it wouldn't happen.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 17, 2009 23:02:50 GMT -5
Connor pushed back but only ended up switching positions with Vane to where he was the one on top, but at least they were facing each other now instead of having Vane at his back like before. "You tackled me!" he shot back, then pushed off to try to scramble away, bracing himself for the inevitable moment when Vane would come after him again and gain the advantage.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 18, 2009 14:11:58 GMT -5
Vane grabbed at Connor's ankle with both hands, hoping he could pull his friend's feet out from under him. "I tackled you after you gave yourself a head start!" he argued. He knew that technically he had cheated, but he didn't see how that made a difference, since he'd nearly caught up with Connor when he'd done so. As far as he was concerned, all was fair right now. As long as he won.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 18, 2009 14:24:45 GMT -5
Connor had just about made it completely to his feet when one was jerked out from underneath him and he fell to the ground again. "You know you'd have got there first anyway!" he argued right back. Connor was quicker, but Vane was taller, and it would have been close, but Vane probably would have won out anyway. "It was like a two second head start anyway," he added, reaching down to fight off Vane's hands.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 18, 2009 14:46:31 GMT -5
Vane's lips spread into a slightly wicked grin. "But then I wouldn't have gotten to do this," he said, renewing his grip as he launched himself up and forward to wrestle Connor again. This was why he'd done it, of course. He loved these moments, when the battle was so physical and it was only the two of them. He'd never push it over the invisible line he could always see, but that didn't mean he wouldn't push it as close as he could.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 18, 2009 17:07:26 GMT -5
Connor's eyes had widened, though he should have expected it, when Vane came after him again, but that didn't mean he didn't fight back just as hard as he had been. He never saw anything inappropriate about their fights, though if he had had any insight as to Vane's thoughts or feelings, he might have had a different idea about the whole thing. He didn't, though, and so to him it was just him and one of his closest friends wrestling on the ground and slowly working their way toward brooms.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 18, 2009 18:47:03 GMT -5
Eventually Vane got the upper hand and he was off, stumbling to his feet and racing that last distance to the shed. He crowed his victory even as he worked open the door, just on the chance that Connor wouldn't accept the game as over. He lit his wand as he walked in and started scanning the mostly-crooked and splintered brooms for a likely winner.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 18, 2009 18:54:54 GMT -5
Connor grumbled something about Vane not being fair but took the loss well otherwise and lit his wand. His eye caught a broom hiding back in a corner behind a group of others when his light ran over it. He turned his attention away immediately in hopes that Vane wouldn't notice it. "These things are horrible," he commented, wrinkling his nose as he inspected another little group.
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