Trouble in the Music Room [Roderich]

[Fritzi Beilschmidt]

Fritz was sneaking through the hallways in the math wing of the school, all the while humming the Mission Impossible theme song under her breath. She did her best to stay unnoticed (aka: she only made sure the person she was stalking wouldn't see her, she got a few weird looks from of the teachers, and the other students who saw her turned around and went in the opposite direction she was headed in), so her target wouldn't know what hit him when she revealed herself, after he fell victim to her prank of course.

The albino girl cackled quietly under her breath before resuming her ominous humming of the tell-tale Mission Impossible theme as she continued to creep through the hallway. She turned down the hall and into the arts wing (usually called the "artsy-fartsy pansy wing" by the dumber brutes who could only smash someone's face in). This was going to be awesome. Then again, anything she did turned out to be awesome, except for that one time, but no one needs to know about that.

Fritzi grinned widely as she slipped past her prankee this time, sneaking into the dark music room. Good, she had timed it right, no one was in here yet. Perfect. She hated having to put of her pranking plans due to possible witnesses who would squeal on her. The girl took another quick look around the dimly lighted room though, just to make sure that no one else was lurking in there. Nope. Not another soul in sight. Everything was going to according to plan.

She tip-toed over to the only piano bench in the room, grinning wolfishly as she pulled the tiny tube of superglue. Oh this was going to be so much fun!

Fritzi quickly and efficiently squeezed the contents of the small tube onto the piano bench, making sure that it was evenly coated and covered completely, before checking her watch. Nearly time for class to start, perfect. She quickly sauntered over to the supply closet that she already knew no one in the class, including the teacher, ever used. Since she had filched the key to it ages ago, so no one else could get in to it. She shut the door, lining her eyes up with the eye-holes she had made in it, ready and waiting to watch the fun go down. Her camera was also filming the action from a hidden place, so she could post it on the school's inter web at some point (aka, have some nerd post it for her).

[Roderich Edelstein]

Roderich almost burst out of his technical class, ducking his head under the door opening as the shrill bell clanged throughout the campus. There was no staying behind to clarify something with the instructor, no dilly-dallying with any of his classmates, not that Roderich particularly wanted to socialize with most of the students at the International Academy of Espionage, Detection, and Intelligence. The Austrian teenager had his specified alone time and it was during lunch on Thursdays, where no one could bother him during his precious time alone with the piano. On most other days it was occupied by some students, who basically ate lunch on it, staining it with juice, and pressed random keys.

Not on Thursdays, however, Roderich always got there earlier, always had for as long as he attend the Academy. He clutched his technical skills binder to his chest, pushing past the crowded hallways of students either trying to get passed him or idly blocking the way. He managed to almost glide through them; any bumps were followed by curt pardons. During the chaos he also managed to get a glimpse of silver, long hair that belonged to an East German girl that usually infuriated him. Fritzi. The name often inspired feelings of exasperation and frustration within Roderich, who felt that loud, obnoxious Fritzi was a terrible choice for a spy. The little file Roderich had received on the classmates he was supposed to keep an eye on (Germany was included because of how close the two countries were) informed him that she had some sort of specialization in seduction. The Austrian can’t imagine anyone being seriously attracted to her, even though he would admit she looks different from almost everyone, not necessarily a good thing. The flash of silver hair in his sight’s periphery disappeared as suddenly as it emerged, and Fritzi was obscured by the large amount of people walking in front of Roderich.

Roderich’s legs led the way once he had made it into the Arts wing of the building. The path was so familiar that Roderich barely watched where was going; instead thinking about the next hour he had to himself. Thursday lunch were his time, his time alone with the one piano in the whole school. Sure he had some time with it during the weekend, but often times he would find someone in there goofing off, or even on one occasion displaying levels of fraternizing that Roderich was sure were banned in any school, let alone one for spies. The arts wing was also usually abandoned at this time, so Roderich usually had no one poking their head in or bumping into him as he marched instinctively to the music room. The lights were off as always, so nothing new there.

The junior immediately dropped his bag and plopped down on the piano bench. It felt colder than usual as he subconsciously noted, but wasn’t exactly suspicious of. Heaving a sigh, he flexed his fingers while staring down at the slightly beaten keys. His right hand quickly went up the C Major scale, testing it. His ears twitched as the pitch was normal, tuned and just as it had always been. He truly smiled for the first time in exactly a week as his shoulders rolled in and he was able to drink the perfect moment, the anticipation of sound that was as important as the sound was itself. Then Roderich brought down his fingers once more.

Mozart’s Rondo Alla Turca, that fast-paced and recognizable piece, filled the dark room up with liveliness. The smile never left Roderich’s face for a second as he went through it, too used to it to stumble with the quick notes. As the last note vibrated into silence, another sigh followed it.

Roderich gripped the sides of the piano bench as he tried to lift himself and the bench into a more comfortable position. But something odd happened when the piano player lifted his lower half up. It wouldn’t budge. A trickle of fear went down Roderich’s spine as he realized it couldn’t move, that he was stuck. "Is this a test?” and other thoughts flew through his mind, followed by a chorus of “Idiot, you should have known something was wrong. You should have detected something!”.

His eyes were wide as he looked around for a camera, unable to immediately detect one in the dark room. But orchid eyes eventually fell on the supply closet no one ever used. His voice quivered as he sent a question into the air.

“Hello? Is this a test? Is someone there?”

[Fritzi Beilschmidt]

Fritzi had had to stuff her hand almost fully into her mouth to keep from bursting out into laughter. She had no idea how a pansy like Roderich Edelstein had ever made it here. He was too unobservant of real-world things. Like superglue on a piano bench. Honestly, he was going to get killed in some back alleyway the second he was deployed. He would be rude and condescending to the wrong person, who would get pissy and have him offed, cause he was pretty damn useless in a fight from what she could tell. She snickered quietly to herself, the sound muffled by the fist still shoved in her mouth to keep herself quiet. Oh this was just getting better and better she thought as he looked around hopelessly, asking if this was a test.

No dipshit, this is a real life situation, she wanted to tell him, since it technically was. There was a good reason one of the first lessons of Spy 101 was to always check where you plan to sit first, for anything. Because honestly, there could be a goddamned bomb there for all a person could know. At least he was done playing that boring as fuck shit he calls music. The albino girl could care less that it was classic, all she knew is that it was boring and definitely not something you could seduce someone too, therefore, she didn't care about it.

Fritzi let a few quiet giggles escape her though, making sure that her camera was still recording the priceless sight of Roderich having a near mental-breakdown it seemed. It's not like she cared if he heard her now, he was stuck on that bench until someone took pity on him. Like that's gonna happen, he'd offend anyone who tried to help him, she thought, now smirking widely as she continued to watch the spectacle he was making of himself.

[Roderich Edelstein]

Honestly, Roderich wasn’t as helpless as he looked to everyone. His mother’s penchant for travelling into war-torn countries completely hostile to them just so she could talk to someone or eat a local delicacy taught him much about life. It was just that Roderich despised conflicts like that. And the truth was that very often real spies weren't in situations where they had to physically fight their way out, media portrayals be damned. It was quick wit and a survival instinct that got Roderich out of harm’s way and that got him into the school. But it was stupid, absolutely so, to have not checked his seat. He supposed he could blame on the fact that evidence didn't support the fact that it would be trapped. But in reality, this could have been a car and instead of being glued to a piano bench, he could be in flames because of a car bomb.


Roderich kept his face blank as he analyzed the situation. This was probably not a test. He didn't know who had done it, but it may have been one of the prank-inclined students. The Austrian didn’t really care who it was, what mattered was their motivation. Tucking few strands of hair behind his ears, he peered around the room and into the supply closet, where he suspected the perpetrator was.

“What do they want? They can't anything from this but my humiliation, unless they wanted to seriously hurt me.” he thinks to himself, making sure that nothing on his face showed that he was actually worried. But then the giggles sounded throughout the room and Roderich realized that the person in the closet was Fritzi. He quietly muttered a few choice curses in his own dialect

“What to do? What can I do? The glue is attaching my pants to the seat. Not my boxers. I have my gym stuff in my bag right nearby, so I can change if needed be, but that means changing and possibly giving satisfaction to that stupid girl. What if I pretend that it isn't bothering me?” After than internal reasoning, Roderich narrowed his eyes slightly at the supply closet. His hands grab the piano bench, lifting it and himself up closer to the piano. He begins playing again, something calming and yet complicated, to take his mind off the prank. The idiot in the closet would get bored soon enough and leave, even if would take an hour or two for her to go. The only way the brunette showed what was he was doing was by glaring straight into the supply closet where the albino was and lifting one of the corners of his lips up slightly.

[Fritzi Beilschmidt]

Fritzi scowled when the prick started playing the stupid piano again. Was he really not smart enough to realize that all he had to do was take his pants off to get unstuck? Or maybe he was just waiting...- That had to be it, he was trying to wait her out. Oh what a fool he was. The albino girl adjusted the camera on it's stand slightly, making sure that it was getting a view of the whole room.

"You can go suck a pig if you think that I'm gonna bail on this prank without seeing the results.." she muttered under her breath in German, crossing her arms as she glared out of the eye holes in the closet door. Either he was going to be stuck there until the next class came in, or he was going to take off his pants and she was going to get even more infamous off of the video. Either way, he was going to be humiliated, just like she had planned. Even if she had to wait all damn day here in the closet, she was going to get that footage! She was Fritzi Beilschmidt, and she never backed down from one of her pranks. Never!

The piano playing was really starting to get to her though. Honestly, getting to watch him freak out was going to be one of the funnest parts of this prank, and she had really been looking forwards to it, but noooo, he had to go back to playing his stupid piano. The dumbass had nerve, nerve that she really wanted to stab right about now, but she knew that if another student went missing who it was known that she fought with the staff wouldn't give up this time.

Fritzi scowled at Roderich, idly checking the time on her phone. Lunch would be over in about twenty minutes, so she had twenty minutes to sit here and try to outlast the Austrian. Which she obviously would, cause she was just awesome like that.