Shut your mouth, please and thank you (closed)

[Marnie Sullivan]

The library wasn't quite silent, although in Marnie's experience that was fairly common this time of day. Classes were out and the place was starting to fill with students doing research or seeking new reading material. Most of them were successful at keeping their voices down, but as always when teenagers got together to work on projects or even simply ran into friends, some level of chatter was to be expected.

Not that she minded, really. Marnie wasn't here to study - well, she sort of was, since studying had been the pretense under which she had agreed to meet Lucas here. But realistically? She knew they weren't going to get anything done.

Marnie wound her way around tables and past shelves, peering around excitedly for a glimpse of the boy. Lucas had texted that he'd already arrived, so now it was only a matter of tracking him down. After a few minutes of searching, she finally spotted him at a table near one of the library's high windows and rushed over, a smile lighting up her face.

"There you are!" Marnie took the seat next to him and dropped her books on the table. She gave the boy a quick peck on the cheek - which still felt a little surreal, but mostly delightful - and began rifling through one of her folders.

"I just got out of art class," she told him, too focused on locating the correct paper to monitor the volume of her voice. From the folder she pulled a square of paper with a bird painted on it and a post-it note attached, bearing the teacher's notes. "Check this out - so I thought I just painted a regular cardinal, right? But I must've gotten some of the colors mixed up because, look here, the teacher gave me good marks for 'thinking outside the box' and 'creative use of contrasting colors,' which, I don't know, it looks normal to me." She paused in her chatter and squinted at the image in her hands. "Except the wings are kinda wonky, but that's just because I'm not that great at painting."

[Lucas Blacke]

''Well, still better than I'll ever be.'' Without watching a video, of course. But Luke knew better than to add that, even as a joke. Also he'd be tired from painting, that would be pretty pathetic.'

''But good going!'' He said with a smile. ''Also, you're talking a bit loud for someone in the library.'' He grinned and slammed a flat hand down on the table, raising the volume of his voice to match that of Marnie. In fact, he made sure people on the other side of the library heard him. ''But I don't mind!''

He turned some heads, and, with a grin and with the knowledge that he'd annoy people he continued yelling. ''You need to teach me how to paint!'' He coughed and turned his head sideways with a grin to see people looking at him in discontent. ''You know, on my own!'' He looked back at Marnie and saw that she didn't look all that amused either, in fact, she had a very specific look, one that said 'I get it, I get it. Now stop before I slap you.' Which kind of made Luke decide to drop the volume.

''Sorry.'' Luke coughed.

He shoved aside some of his own books to get to the ones below and looked at one in particular that had some sort of marble torso on the front of it, and all kinds of flashy things on the edges. ''I'm actually quite intrigued with art. Can't make it, not without watching a video on it, but I like looking at it.''

''So much emotion in simple slabs of marble. Single strokes of a brush giving rise to deep questions..''

He inhaled, quite surprised by the fact he was actually capable of saying something like that.
He shook his head and ruffled through the books in front of him some more, landing on one with something about history as title.

''Fun fact, the north-american cardinal, cardinalis cardinalis, actually looks like a cardinal. Or, the mitre of one.''

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

He was supposed to doing research. Of course that wasn't actually happening. Still that didn't stop the winged boy from gritting his teeth, turning his music up louder, and bending over to take more meticulously written notes. Demetrius pulled gently to turn the page on the aerodynamics book, slowly having come to the conclusion that bird wings and airplanes were too different to be relied on. With a heavy sigh he shut the book and turned back to the book on identifying birds. He'd been hoping that if he could figure out what type of wings he'd acquired then he could figure out what sort of flight pattern he would need to look for.

The library, which was supposed to be a sanctuary, had been invaded by two extremely loud nameless individuals. He only knew they were loud because he could hear them over his music. He flipped through a few more pages and clenched his teeth harder as a hand slammed against the table. Eventually, though, anger won out at having his sanctuary disturbed (see, this is why he studied in his dorm) and the small boy shoved his chair away from the table. Slowly pulling the earbuds from his ears, Demetrius unclenched his jaw for the first time since the two had invaded the library.

Walking -stomping- towards the source of the noise, Demetrius sneered at the two people he saw. Though he was pretty sure they were both older -and the male was definitely bigger- it didn't daunt the winged boy. After all they were the ones causing problems, not him.

"Would y'both shut the fuckin' hell up? Some of us are tryin' to fuckin' use the library without your matin' calls interuptin' us! If y'want down her pants that much get a goddamn room."

[Marnie Sullivan]

Marnie had been ready to apologize for her volume until Lucas slammed his hand on the table, drawing the attention of others, and her embarrassment only grew as he got louder and louder. She glared at him as he went on, lips pursed - there was no point shushing him, that only ever seemed to encourage the boy. Fortunately, her expression seemed to get the message across. Apparently he could tell when he'd crossed the line, even if it didn't usually phase him. As cute as he was, this habit of Lucas' was getting harder to ignore.

"You call that a fun fact-" Marnie paused when she registered the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. Glancing up from their conversation revealed a younger boy with - were those wings? - radiating anger as he stormed towards them. Although he didn't have much in the way of height or build, Marnie was taken aback by the hostility in his stride and unconsciously began to shrink back into her seat. There was no need to guess what his problem was, especially once he began his tirade.

"Oh jesus..." Her face burned with mortification, and her cheeks were rapidly fading into a green that matched the walls behind them. Had they really been that loud? Well, Lucas had, obviously, but she'd been the one to set him off and now what was supposed to be a pleasant afternoon was quickly spiraling into disaster. Maybe jumping through the window and taking off across the school lawn would be faster than digging a hole in the floor and crawling in...

"I-I'm sorry," Marnie stammered, drawing her hands up defensively as she slid lower in her seat. "We'll be more careful, he didn't mean it, I promise." She was extremely tempted to grab a book to hide her face with, but it was probably too late for that.

[Lucas Blacke]

''Wa-hey.'' Luke uttered as he slid back an inch and looked at Marnie with wide eyes as she apologized for something he did. ''Why are you apologizing?'' He asked. ''Also, why are you apologizing for me? This guy is the one making a problem, least he could do is ask us to tone it down like a normal person.''

The boy making the statement about getting a room was not much in terms of size, and otherwise Luke wasn't really intimidated by anyone. Most of the time everything ended in a simple bout of 'did he have the right video in mind?' and having seen Ip Man dozens of times usually did the trick.

Luke broke out a smile and looked at the snarky boy before him. ''One: I already have a room, and so does she.'' He pointed to Marnie over his shoulder with his thumb. ''Secondly: I do want to get down her pants, but I doubt they'll fit me.''

His smile slowly faded as he inched his way over to the seemingly quite angry boy. ''And thirdly, feel free to talk to me any way you like,'' He looked behind him and saw Marnes blending with the background and pretty much becoming one with the chair.

The volume of his voice was suddenly lowered to the point where [he hoped] Marnie couldn't hear him. ''but you don't talk to her - he motioned at the girl - like that.'' He tilted his head and cracked a smile, trying to come across as not creepy, or at the very least stable [and creepy]

''We cool?'' He asked.
''We cool.'' He answered his own question

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Demetrius wasn't the type that apologized. Hell he was the type that even when cornered with something he knew was his fault he'd rather lash out and blame someone else than admit he'd fucked up out loud. This, though, wasn't at all the case when it came to the current situation. Demetrius knew he was in the right for telling these assholes to go bugger off. Granted his delivery of 'bugger off' was fairly more Americanized.

Green eyes bore holes into the small girl trying to disappear into the chair and he wished for a brief moment he was able to command fire just so he could light her on fire. Only a little bit though. He didn't want anyone dying. But the thought was banished as his wings flapped stiffly behind him before settling tight against his body.

While he recognized the girl to be the weaker prey (and therefore more likely to be bullied into listening) the taller male drew his full attention. A sneer pulled as his lips and he crossed his arms over his chest in a typical display of young defiance. "So then y'all just practice bein' exhibitionists? Pity. It must make shit for money if y'can't actually screw her. Or maybe y'tried and she laughed at you." Green eyes flicked up and down Lucas before he continued. "I know I woulda."

Demetrius just raised an eyebrow at Lucas and his sneer increased at the male's obvious threats. Though the way the boy had lowered his voice made Demetrius pretty sure the other didn't want his concubine hearing. "Hmmm... I've heard your proposition.." He began, pretending to put real thought into his response. "But y'see... I have this 'I don't give a flyin' fuck' policy. Kinda gets in the way of ass fucks like yourself. So if I wanna call your bitch over there a damn bitch, I'm gunna. Well she's not exactly your bitch, sorry. You're hers."

[Marnie Sullivan]

"Oh my god..." Marnie groaned under her breath. This can't be happening, this is a nightmare. As she glanced around the room, mainly to avoid eye contact with either Lucas or the stranger, it appeared as though every eye in the library was on them. No surprise there, with the spectacle the two boys were creating. God, what she wouldn't give for proper invisibility, rather than the meager camouflage that did nothing to obscure her clothed form.

"Luke, please," she hissed frantically, grabbing at his sleeve to pull his attention away from the boy in front of them. Marnie didn't quite catch the quiet threat Lucas had levied against him; she was too distracted by her growing humiliation. "Everyone is staring, please just cut it out!"

The word "bitch" hit Marnie like a slap, and immediately she felt her eyes prick with tears. It was a label she tried to avoid, and here it was, being spat at her for everyone to hear. Goddammit, why had they picked the library of all places? Why hadn't she just kept her voice down? This was even worse than when she'd first blended in front of non-metas; at least she'd been able to escape then.

"Maybe we should just go..." she told Lucas, realizing with a flash of panic that the boys didn't seem anywhere near ready to shake hands and walk away. Marnie doubted the two would come to blows, not in the library, but even so she just wanted the whole mess to be over.

[Lucas Blacke]

Marnie just wanted the boys to cease and desist, and made that clear by tugging on Luke's arm to draw his attention away from the boy in front of him. Something about everything staring was thrown into the argument, and caused Lucas to look around his vicinity and realize that they were in fact, the center of attention.

Now. He could do three things. He could be the bigger man and apologize to the boy in front of him, the mere idea of that would have made him chuckle were he not pissed off, he could annoy the entire library at once, make a few new friends at the risk of losing Marnie, or he could assault the small frame of the wing bearing boy.

The third option smelled great and the thought of doing so was kind of.. liberating. Luke wasn't sure if that was a good thing. Surely hitting a co-student would have consequences. But, his mind being barely coherent at this point made him ignore that thought.

''Leaving now is not going to help things, Marn.'' He said as he took back his hand. Of course, staying wouldn't fix things either, but for the sake of the girl Luke felt it was best to try and contain the situation to a single room. A single glance of the smaller boy made Luke think that once provoked, this boy was not going to let it go like that.

And then he called her a bitch. Again. Twice. Thrice. Luke turned his head to look at Marnie and saw her eyes tear up. If there was ever a button that shouldn't be pressed, this winged ass just pressed it.

Marnie said that maybe they should just go, but Luke shook his head. ''No.'' He simply replied with a tone of seriousness, one that he had rarely caught himself using.

He balled his left fist and looked at the boy in front of him. ''You better say you're sorry to her. And when you're done doing that, you need to fuck off.''

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Demetrius could feel the eyes on him, and as always he felt his body squirm uncomfortably. The urge to run and hide ran through his veins when he dared flick his eyes away from the male in front of him to the gathering crowd of people watching. Still, he clenched his jaw tight to avoid showing any of the nerves he was feeling. The only display was the fact his wings were restlessly folding and unfolding, not able to fully stretch in the limited space.

Letting anger take over as his primary emotion, and best defense, Demetrius sneered at the two of them. While he held a grudge to the male the winged boy actually had nothing against the girl that was currently clinging to Lucas. She just happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong person. This whole scenario could have been avoided if she'd just kept a tighter leash on her damned dog. Or if she'd had the sense to muzzle him.

Now in all fairness, to Demetrius he wasn't actually calling Marnie a bitch. Well, he was. But he wasn't saying it TO her, therefore it wasn't an insult intended for her. Rather the winged boy had said it in hopes of pissing off the male so they'd both leave. So he was a little perplexed when he saw her tear up, but when it got the wanted response from Lucas he quickly shoved away thoughts of her.

" I would... But there's that damned policy. If your bitch is upset, that's your problem. Next time just leave her in her cage so her delicate heart won't get wounded." He shrugged some before looking up at Lucas, a smirk on his face and green eyes lighting up with excitement. "And... Y'see... I'm not gunna fuck off. As I recall I was here first, being rather pleasant, until y'dumbfucks came around and started with those AWFUL mating rituals."

[Marnie Sullivan]

"What the hell do you mean, leaving now won't help?" Marnie asked incredulously, as Lucas pulled his arm from her grip. As far as she could tell, leaving was the only option. The conversation was getting more heated every time someone spoke, and she was more than willing to be turfed from the library by another student if it meant the situation wouldn't escalate any further.

When she noticed Lucas' hand curling into a fist, Marnie scrambled to her feet. They couldn't fight here! They shouldn't even be fighting at all, but there were too many people around, they were sure to get into trouble, even if they didn't manage to hurt each other. She couldn't even imagine the best case scenario, if it came to that. Marnie didn't know what this other boy was capable of, beyond just having wings (what if he attacked with them? would that hurt as much as a punch?), but he was fairly smaller than Lucas. Which would be worse - if Lucas beat up a kid just for wanting peace and quiet, or if he got creamed by someone with such a significant difference in size?

"Stop, calm down," Marnie begged. The more the boy spoke, the more she wanted to cry, but there were too many people watching and there was enough going wrong already. She took a step to move in between the two and pressed a hand to Lucas' chest. "We need to go. Please, please, let's just go."

[Lucas Blacke]

''And we will.'' Luke said as he took a hold of Marnies' hand and looked her in the eyes with the same stern look he was busy giving the wingman. ''Just not now.'' He added as he let go off the hand of the girl and shook his head.

''Too long have people like this fuck talked to me like this, and to the people I care about. And I know, I don't look like I care on the outside, but I think it's time you get to know what's inside.'' He said to Marnie as the two stared into each others eyes, the girl obviously being torn between deciding what was worse, Luke getting beat up or him beating up the toddler.

''I'm done being the sappy cheery guy who lets people say what they want, I'm done with that fuck.'' He frowned as he saw the intent Marnie had, it was fear, if anything. And not the 'I'm scared' fear, but something bigger. Luke took notice but failed to react to it as he only slightly made an effort to step around the girl instead of shoving her out of the way.

''You heard that? The only thing right now standing between you, my fist and the desk is the one you call bitch.'' The eyes of Luke projected anger and joy simultaniously. He looked at the boy in front of him and noticed something moving behind him. How had he failed to notice that this douche had wings?

Lucas shrugged and tore himself a grin, which was more wicked than anything else. ''I'm going to enjoy ripping those.. things from your back.''

He raised his fist he had previously curled in a ball and threw it forward in an attempt to land it in the gut of the winged assmunch.

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

The boy's speech prompted Demetrius to smirk and slowly remove his hands to clap sarcastically -because that was possibly- at Lucas. His body was cocked to the side as his smirk turned into a sneer. "Oh bravo! Congratulations! What a wonderfully, absolutely abominable little speech that was. I wonder though... Did you have to go through ALL the movie cliches or were you just born that fucking unimaginative?"

Demetrius only shrugged at the threat, his wings flapping slowly behind him. It was wearing him out to have them constantly moving but it was worth it since it felt far more natural (he didn't understand how it felt natural) to have them out. Once more he mentally sneered, wanting to point out that he wasn't purposely calling her the bitch. It was only to try and piss off the male. But that might make everything less effective so he'd keep his mouth shut.

He felt nothing but anger to the taller male. At least. He did up until the point his wings were threatened. A cold chill ran over his body at the words and he couldn't clamp down the wave of terror that came over him. There were a lot of things you could threaten that wouldn't get a response- his freedom was not one of them. You especially didn't threaten it before the boy had even gotten the chance to fly. Demetrius clenched his jaw, using the fear to fuel his anger.

The breath left his lungs in a rush when the fist impacted with his gut, causing the smaller boy to double over simply out of reflex. Distracted as he was Demetrius wasn't really thinking past "hit him back" and so he barely noticed when he flapped his wings, hard, and stretched them to be able to hit Lucas.

[Marnie Sullivan]

Marnie stared, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide, as Lucas ranted. He was right about one thing - whatever side of himself he was broadcasting now, it was a complete turnaround from anything she'd become familiar with. And it was definitely not an improvement.

"Luke, what are you talking about?" she asked desperately. Threatening to rip the boy's wings off? She wanted to believe he wasn't serious, but this strange new Lucas seemed completely sincere. Before Marnie could make another appeal for peace, he was throwing the first punch - with barely enough time to step back, it was all she could do to watch in disbelief.

What happened next was too fast for her to see, but all of a sudden something was grazing across Marnie's face and she was stumbling, falling, landing hard on the floor. The impact on her tailbone and the wrist she'd flung out to break her fall hurt more than the one to her cheek, but it was the shock that immobilized her for a moment.

Where the hell had this come from? The boy she'd been spending so much time with didn't do this. He was irreverent and inappropriate and sometimes gross, but it was like a switch had been flipped.

Out of the corner of her eye, Marnie spotted a pair of students running for the exit. Running for help? Security? The sight snapped her out of her daze and she clambered to her feet.

"Stop!" There was no point in keeping her voice down any longer, even if had occurred to her to try. "You're being crazy, what the fuck are you doing!" Without thinking, Marnie moved to grab two fistfuls of the back of Lucas' shirt and yanked.

[Lucas Blacke]

The winged boy was hunched over as fist collided with gut. The punch connected and it felt really liberating to do so as it only spurred Luke on. He only briefly looked at Marnie who was hit by something and fell down, probably the work of the wingman, he didn't know due to not really paying attention.

His eyes jumped to the side as people ran for the exit of the area which only caused a smile to appear as Luke found it to be more exhilarating than anything else.

Lucas turned his head once more as his shirt was grabbed from behind, which caused him to raise a fist in reflex at the one who had been the most important to him. He noticed his fist hanging in the air and Marnie looking at him in something combining anger and despair.

'First time I heard that.' Luke figured as the girl was heard uttering the word 'fuck' for what seemed the first time. It somewhat suited her.

Then his mind was jolted back to the winged boy as he felt something slap against his shoulder quite hard. He lost his footing and slammed his entire body into a nearby bookcase, making Marnie lose whatever grip she had on the shirt.

Luke shot his hand up and held his pained shoulder, luckily it wasn't a hard hit because he could still use his arm, and he would certainly do so, but not right that moment as the pain was not done coursing through his body. He squinted as the bookshelf hit him square in the face and made him nearly fall backwards.

He turned around and tried to break out a smile. He let his shoulder go and moved his injured arm around due to having been beat up enough in the past to shrug it off like nothing major and shot the one with the wings a glare.

''You thi-''
He began as a second swing of whatever it was that hit him in the first place hit him again, but this time in his face and in the opposite direction. And since Luke had his face turned to the boy it was on the side of his face and caused him to fall sideways, almost dropping on top of Marnie but able to readjusted his fall just in time. Not that that was better in any way.

He hit his face hard on a nearby desk and nearly phased out if not for his anger towards the wingman.

He jumped up and held a hand against his jaw.
Nothing but a glare piercing through, nothing but intent to end the duck.

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Demetrius didn't care for whatever domestic squabble was going on. Not his problem, not his concern. However as much as he talked shit about the girl, he didn't actually want to do her harm. So when his wing accidentally collided with her, a surge of guilt flashed through him and he snapped his wings back so fast his feet lifted lightly from the ground. He shoved aside the guilt that threatened to bubble up and casually shoved his wing -brutally- into the taller boy.

He was satisfied to see that he'd been able to hit the bigger boy twice- despite the guilt of hitting the female. But it did nothing to alleviate the anger in his body. So he walked forward -or stomped- when the other stood up and raised his fist back to try and hit the other male on the face once more. Maybe he'd get to see some more delicious flailing going on from the male. Green eyes didn't notice the fact people were coming back into the library, not did he really care to. Instead he'd rather focus on the fact the male was still standing and not crying in pain.