A Hero Will Save Me Just in Time (closed)

[Jocelyn Delancey]

" 'od dahmit !" his voice would echo loudly. Out of anger he lashed out, slamming his fist right into her chest as she kicked him, though as she turned over into fetal position he narrowed his eyes. He stood up, swinging a foot at her back, "Fouchkin cunt! Im essayant pour arrêter le saignement, fille stupide!" [I'm trying to stop the bleeding, stupid girl!] His voice would echo out at her in frustration.

"Si vous voulez saigner à blanc alors allez-y et mourir!" [If you want to bleed then go ahead and die ! ] he exclaimed at her. His wings tensed in his aggravation. His fists were clenched and his body towered over here where she laid upon the ground.

He might have noticed and questioned her hair in any other state of mind, but he was pissed off and thus did not give a damn.

[Romeo Buckland]

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Romeo had been out hunting in the lake again, like he did back when he was new in Hammel still. It was his way of ‘reflecting’ as it were. Hunting and camping out cleared his mind and gave him some sense of solitude to sort out the homesickness and angst he was feeling back then. It helped him get through the tough first days when he hasn’t really made much friends. His trips became less and less as he’s gotten more and more immersed to the politics of high school however, with his last one happening way back in October.

With school done for the year, Romeo decided to check if he’s gotten rusty over the past few months and had been going out early every day. Getting something caught in his traps were a little bit challenging if he set them up in the middle of the day after all.

He had just finished checking the traps he put over the side of the lake and was just about the others he placed on the other side when he heard some movement over the lakeside. Rough movement, to be exact. Then came what he thought were struggling and screams, albeit in a different language.

“Why am I not surprised?” he said, the flatness in his tone masking the shock he felt when he first saw the scene in front of him. “Hey Blonde Fairy! Yoohoo! Lady Faggot!” he shouted. He initially was thinking of going over and plucking the boy off immediately, but he noticed the dust cloud forming behind Jocelyn and decided that doing such might prove to be his undoing. So instead, he picked up a small pebble (a thin one, barely as large as his thumb really) and threw it towards the blonde to catch his attention. “Are you for real? You do know that raping her won’t prove to the world that your balls had descended right?”

[Appoline Meian]

Not knowing French (and rightfully out of her head), the weeping girl had no idea what the pixie had been trying to say. Nor were his actions clear to her in any way, and curling around the pain in her chest seemed to be the right action - he kicked her in the back shortly afterwards, and Appoline shielded her head with her arms as she curled tighter in on herself. Finally, it was going to happen - after she had finally begun to slip into habits at a new school, she was going to be beaten for being a fragile, weak little girl.


Her eyes shut tight, the poor girl desperately prayed for someone, anyone to come help.


A voice called out, strong and mocking - it wasn't her assailant's, that was for sure. For some reason, it didn't seem to connect the same. Lifting an arm from her face slightly, through teary eyes she could see another person standing there, yelling in their direction. Was he here to help her? He sounded angry, but things were so muddled and cloudy and the world was roiling beneath her... it was hard to tell much of anything.

[Jocelyn Delancey]

Jocelyn had been in such a state clouded with anger that he hadn't even heard the other man approach the scene. He would have gone on venting his anger at the girl if not for the rock that hit him between the wings, the sensation making his back arch visibly, a look of discomfort crossing his features. his eyes narrowed hearing that familiar voice.

He turned suddenly, his wings stiffening a bit at the sight of the figure there, his fingers curling a bit out of memory of the crushing that had been received by this kid's grasp. "The fouchk did you just call me, Annie?" he exclaimed at the other man. so pissed off about being called a lady faggot that he didn't even realize how the scene behind him appeared.

"Raping her? The fouck you think I am? As if I would need to rape to get laid you sick fouchk." he stated toward the other man. Despite the fact he was beating on the poor girl Jocelyn seemed to be more concerned with the fact the other man assumed him to be trying to rape her. "I wa'tryin to help the little bitch, but she fouchkin kicked me !" he declared pointing toward his bloody scarf that laid upon the ground nearby. Though not really pointing out the fact he had fully intended to beat her down as if she were a guy due to her hitting him.

[Romeo Buckland]

“Oh my bad. I always forget that the queen must be addressed by her full name and title all the time.” Romeo flashed him a cocky grin as he tilted his head to the side, rolling his eyes and clearing his throat for a bit before adding, “Lady Fairy Faggot Cockslut von Penislover. Happy now?” He knew it was very immature of him to call the blonde boy names (it didn’t help that he wasn’t really inventive with his insults too), but hey, it’s not like the blonde deserved something more. The Irish teen insisted that the blonde was a bottom-feeder of the lowest kind and to give him a better insult would actually do the poor attention-seeker some service.

Not going to happen. Not in a million years.

“She just did that? God. She’s being nice then.” He looked over the fairy’s shoulder, and while the girl was visibly distraught, she didn’t seem like someone who’s far beyond the point of no return. At least he didn’t arrive too late. “Help with what? Know what, I’m not going to ask. I’m pretty sure my imagination won’t be able to do your disgusting mind any justice anyway.” He sat on a tree stump just a few paces from where the two currently were, crossed his legs and casually picked up another rock, a little bit bigger this time. “I’m going to count to ten again. Release her and I’d let you go with only a broken nose,” said the teen, playfully juggling the rock on his hand a few times and, upon turning his power on, crushing it to fine powder in his hand, “How’s that hand going again?”

“One.”

[Jocelyn Delancey]

Jocelyn twitched slightly over the other man's words. His fist clenching firmly at the, "Oh i'm sorry. I couldn't hear you, perhaps you should take some of those cocks out of your mouth before you speak, faggot. " he snapped at the other man. Not really caring that he recycled an insult himself, but it was just as effective for this situation as it had been for the other and he was to lazy to care to be honest. Jocelyn grinned a little, "Is that all you've got, lightning rod? " he questioned with a look of amusement.

Jocelyn smirked a bit then as he stood his ground. He didn't move an inch from where he was, he only observed the man as he sat upon the stump, laughing aloud to his words. "You get lucky once catching me off guard and now you think you honestly stand a chance now that I am aware of your ability? " his smirk turned to an impish expression. "And your limits. " he stated with a thick accent that rolled the worlds from his tongue like liquid fire. Oh yes. Even hallucinating didn't take his memories away. He remembered that day very well. While it was only an assumption, it was all he had to gon on, he had to trust in that.

"Ten." He stated aloud with a grin. Shifting his footing as he somewhat bent his legs, stabalizing himself so that he could make proper movment when the time came, he was not going to let this little shit get away with thinking he could scare him. Joce's pride was too much. Even if he ended up beat to a pulp it was that stubborn pig-headedness that would be his own ruin. "Come at me bro." he stated with a grin. Though he was inwardly fuming over the mention of his hand still.

Amongst other things.