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[Jocelyn Delancey]

Jocelyn gave an irritated grunt as his wings, more or less, fluttered behind him. He held a cloth over his mouth and nose as he did so as dust fell from his wings to the ground around his feet. Though after a few moments he gave out a heavy breath, shaking off the cloth he'd held over his face to prevent inhaling his own dust, fucking hell. "what ah pain in the ahss. " his accented voice would echo out. He had made sure there wasn't anyone in view while he 'fluttered' those wings.

How absolutely gay that would look.

Jocelyn pulled tight on the black vest he wore, shaking the dust off of it and the white button up shirt as best he could, but it was hard to get every bit of it off. he could only hope that he wouldn't accidentally rub his nose or something stupid like that. He brushed it off his pants only to overhear someone walking by making a comment about his wings, "FOUCHK YOU HOMO. 'll punch tha gay ahss face 'n !" he exclaimed with that thick accent. His tongue rolling those familiar sounds with a foreign elegance despite the rage that held behind them.

[Fer Reyes]

"OMG like, I LOVE your wings!" Fer yelled with excitement and quickly walked towards the blonde.

He was in his way to the library to do some studying when the beautifully colored pair of pixie wings summoned all of Fer's attention. If there was any meta ability he wished he had instead of his own, it would be exactly that one this, quite pretty, blonde had: pixie wings. The why of this was a very long list that included at least seven repetitions of the item "they are so pretty!".

"They are so pretty!" Fer squealed before the blonde turned around to insult him. "Ah?" He took a couple of steps back in slight fear. "Rude... I can't believe there's still homophobic people around." He crossed his arms in defiance and pouted. "EFF you ok?!"

[Jocelyn Delancey]

'Omg like' combined with 'i love your wings' coming from the mouth of a man was one of the worst ways one could have struck up a conversation with Jocelyn Delancey. The man was positively fuming by the time the other male had reached him and it was an amazing feat to see that he did not tackle the man and start wailing on his face just for that alone.

"Pretty? No, Homo." his thick accent rolled the word off his tongue as if it were the most foreign thing he'd ever heard. The most disgusting. "I'm Fouchkin Sexy. I don' need ah fahg like you tellin' me thaht." he stated glaring daggeres at the kid.

"I cahnt believe there's still fags like you wahlkin' about in public. I know i'm sexy but g'd dahm." he stated balling his hand into a fist swinging it toward the kid's face. "Fouchk you fouchkin'homo!"

[Fer Reyes]

"You say 'homo' and 'fag' as if they were insults," Fer snapped his fingers strongly. "well, guess what," He left his hand he had just snapped fingers elevated and twisted his lips while raising his eyebrows into a rather known expression. "I'm a homo and I'm proud of it and I like it."

If there was any cause that Fer particularly supported with all his heart and soul was the LGBT movement. He found decadent that there were still people in the world who didn't accept them and respected them as what they were. People like this blonde, that looked even gayer than Fer, and seemed to think he was above gay people. To top things off, here he was now screaming to the four winds that he was sexy as if Fer had said anything about it, even if he had thought so.

"You know what," Fer crossed his arms in his chest again and gave his voice a more serious tone. "yes please, fuck me." He leaned slightly towards the other blonde. "I'd like that a lot, and I'd bet you would too." He let out a soft smile. "Heck, I'd turn your world around and crumble it into pieces. Though I don't think you could handle me, see, I like my men big, strong and manly." He exhaled while returning to a straight up position. "And you... well..."

[Jocelyn Delancey]

Jocelyn was angry already, it showed in the way his features went from being casually soft to hard and cold, his fingers held their curled positions as he spoke toward the flaming kid. "You shouldn't be proud of being ah fouhkin' coucksuck', dick breath." he spat out at the proud kid.

If there was to be any LGBT celebrations within the area it would be garunteed that Jocelyn would be the one throwing paint-filled water balloons and spreading hate. He would bring misery upon any who even hinted of such things in his presence. Hell, he was beginning to think that he was the -only- straight person left in that school. The thought alone made him highly on guard.

Joce's face distorted into an expression of absolute disgust. he could have vomited right there. Though as the other male spoke such disgusting words, his anger exploded, perhaps a little dramatically given that his wings 'puffed' out a cloud of dust behind him as he lunged forward with that fist he'd previously swung. Slamming his fist right into the kid's face as he leaned forward, seeing as how he had not seemed to notice it coming, "I'll fouchkin' beat that homo out of y'faggot ! " he declared toward the other man. Not only had the kid insulted his manliness and hit on him, but as well crossing the line in admitting he was exactly as he expected...a homosexual.

"Dohn' y'ever put my image in tha disease infested moind of yours!" he exclaimed at the other man.

[Fer Reyes]

Indeed he wasn't expecting it. As much as Fer was used to homophobic people, he was not used to fights. He took the punch in his face and fell backwards in his back. The other boy came closer and screamed some things at him which he couldn't actually make sense of. He covered his face, both in shame and trying to hide the tears flowing out of his eyes.

Before the blonde had any chance to start kicking him in the floor, which Fer imagined would happen now, Fer picked himself from the floor and ran away without saying anything. But then again, the soft crying moans of pain, both physical and emotional, said enough.

[Jocelyn Delancey]

Fer had guessed right, those instincts the other man had were probably for the best, after all. If he had not run at that point Jocely would have indeed began to beat him while he was down. He did swing a foot, in fact, but he missed entirely as the kid scrambled to his feet and ran before he could even manage to do soy.

"Tha's right! You'd better run fouchking faggot!" he exclaimed after the other man. He wouldn't run after him, but he would remember that face and that voice. He would deffinitely be sure to make sure Fer regretted ever crossing his path. For now Joce shook his hand, rubbing at it a bit, completely satisfied with himself. Smirking proudly as the other man cried as he ran away, "Fouchkin' pussy"

[Romeo Buckland]

Romeo was part of the crowd that saw what had happened. He was just on his way to the gym to get some workout done and was completely surprised when the blonde fairy just punched someone in the face. He had just gone out of the dormitories when it happened, so he didn’t really see who it was until the punched boy ran past him.

“Fer?” he asked in surprise. The Brazilian boy? In a fight? What? That just didn’t add up. “You! Blonde fag with the gayest wings I’ve ever seen in my whole life!” he shouted as he walked towards the boy, “What just happened there? Did you really just punch Fer on the face?” Romeo was a jerk yes, but Fer was a friend of his and no one’s really allowed to pick on them except for him. Didn’t the school know about that rule yet?

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[Jocelyn Delancey]

Joce had nearly turned to make haste out of the courtyard, to avoid being pulled by the ear to counsellor's office, as he had grown used to having happen to him after such incidents. However, the sudden voice calling toward him, identifying him as that word he used so often. "Th'fouchk did you just say you little orphan annie lookin ' moth'fouchka? " he shouted toward the other man. Immediately, more or less, stomping over toward Romeo.

His fingers curled into his palms as if he were ready to strike another blow at any moment. His wings were raised, tensed, in an aggressive manner which didn't help that oh so fabulous look of his any. He was more aware of that than most would imagine, but he could not stop it. Nor that dust that seemed to fall off of them with his emotional fits.

"I knouh it's hard to talk clearly wit'so much dick in your mouth, but i'll rip out that fouchkin' tongue of yours so y'cahn flop it around all y'want if y'don' grovel and apologize you fouchkin fag-cake." he spat out at the other man. "Wot, you didn't see, I fouchkin gave the little homo wuh he deserved" he stated proudly.

[Romeo Buckland]

And he thought his accent was insufferable.

“And you would know how that sounds like from experience, wouldn’t you?” the Irish teen asked the blonde with an unimpressed smirk on his face, shaking his head in disgust. It was rather amusing that the fairy’s vocabulary was as colourful as his wings. Maybe he should say that? Would that infuriate the boy even more? Hmm.

He saw the boy’s clenched fists and chuckled. “You do know that no matter how hard you show your fists, no matter how hard you shout, you’d still look like a butterfly glittery faggot you oh so hate right?” he said with a ‘tsch’ in the end, “You’re not scaring anyone bro.”

Romeo happily dropped his bag and stretched his shoulders as he cracked his knuckles. “See, the only one that needs to apologize here is you. To Fer. You know, my friend who you just punched square in the face?” He sent the blonde a wink that says he meant business before adding, “I’ll give you till the count of ten to run up the dormitories and apologize. Wouldn’t want to have to break your fragile gossamer wings after all.”

Unlike Jocelyn, Romeo wasn’t that scared of punishment anymore. He’s had enough for a lifetime already anyway. Another one wouldn’t hurt.

[Jocelyn Delancey]

Jocelyn's eyes narrowed toward the other male's words. The blue orbs held such rage within him that did not fit their appearance. It was like looking into the sky only to have daggers rain down upon you. Jocelyn did not know much of anything about this kid, but he did know one thing.

He was on his shit list now.

"I cahn't say that I do, but I KNOW that you could educate many. I'm sure if you had as many dicks pohkin' ou'f your skin as you did into y'ahss y'd look like a dahm porcupine." He statd with a smirk of his own.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back right there.

"You should be scared y'lil flamer. I'll fouchkin' destroy you and everyone close to you until you weep and beg f'mercy fro'me " his thickly accented voice rolled off his tongue. "Ten." he spat out at the other man, swinging a fist at his face, regardless of Romeo's words, or even if he was intending to actually count.

There was no way in hell he would apologize to Fer.

[Romeo Buckland]

Romeo found Jocelyn’s words to be rather amusing. Seemed like he really struck a chord back there. And in one try too. God this was just too good to be true.

“Can’t you winged folk hide your wings or something? You know it might actually convince me to weep and ask for mercy if I didn’t see your butterfly fairy-ness spreading all over.” His smirk never left his face and in fact, it just became even more condescending by the minute.

Unlike Fer, Romeo saw the punch coming. Well, he didn’t actually ‘see it’ see it, but he knew the blonde would aim a hit on him. That’s what these mindless brutes do after all. But instead of ducking or evading, Romeo simply stood there. He instead took one quick breath and within seconds, his whole body was covered with silvery armoured scales. Normally this would rip his clothes, but since he was wearing winter wear that were a little too large, only his inner shirt and shorts were destroyed.

“Did that hurt bro?” he said, feeling nothing from the punch. His silver eyes never broke eye contact as he walked towards the blonde, grabbing the fist he used to punch Romeo with a tight grip. “Let me see that hand,” he added as a mischievous grin appeared on his face.

The Irish boy wanted to teach the blonde a lesson and what better way to do it than to break the dainty little arm he used to punch Fer. Irony or whatever it was Miss Singleton was telling them a few months back.

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[Jocelyn Delancey]

"Can't you fa'go's hide y'homo? It might convince me nah to rip tha throat out." he snapped at the other man. If Joce could have hidden his wings so easily he would have, however, it was painful to so and even more painful when they forced themselves back out. He couldn't always do it willingly either, they seemed to have a mind of their own more often than not, he hated it with a passion. Of course, he would never admit to that.

Joce let out a rather unmanly yelp of pain as his hand contacted with the kid's armored skin. A look of surprise written upon his features though a grin spread upon his lips shortly after. Had he lost his damn mind? Perhaps. He laughed aloud to suppress the pain that his bruising hand felt as he shook it. Shaking it as if it would honestly stop that pain. Though the grip on that hand changed that expression entirely again, he made no sound as the pain shot through him, this time. He'd seen it coming for the time being.

"Oh brah, i know you have the hots f'me, i dohn blame 'ya, but you're a faggot and I dohn swing that way. I'm not about holding y'hand. " he stated with a mocking tone to his accented voice. Jerking his hand back, with enough force that he might have pulled a smaller man down doing so, in the proccess though he did not step away.

It was a funny thing, pain, but he was not going to allow that -thing- to touch him. "Fouchkin' silv'surfah orphahn annie pussy" he stated with a grin.

[Romeo Buckland]

"Oh come on. You can try better than that cunt," chuckled Romeo as the blonde tried to pry his hand away from his grip, "I'm a fucking monolith. No homo can topple me." In his armoured form, not only was his endurance, invulnerability and strength increased, but his weight as well. Dozens of beds had been crumbled under his form already. And besides, Romeo argues that even if he's not under his metal hide, Jocelyn's force wouldn't be enough to topple him.

He had to admire the boy's tenacity though. The force on his wrist was already strong but he's not budging. Guess hate really is one heck of a motivator. "Nine," he continued the countdown with a smirk on his face, his hand deftly moving from the blonde's wrist to his hand and slowly, agonizingly, crushing it. He could hear some cracking already and boy did it sound good.

"What do you say slut? Shall I count down to eight now?" Romeo taunted, increasing the force on the fairy's grasp as time pass by.

[Jocelyn Delancey]

"Seems to me you've already been 'top'pled" he stated firmly emphasising the word even despite his accent drowning it. "I may not be able to break y'thick skin physically, but the more you hahm me the more i'll take it out on him ahn i will skin him alive if you push me you fouchking twat." he spat out at the man.

The sensation of that grip made him nearly cry out, but he refused to. His eyes were as a cold winter sky as he glared at him as if he were going to ice his soul. He gave another rough jerk upon his arm, trying to free himself from the grip , rage written clearly upon his features as he started to hallucinate because of the dust his wings had been stirring up. he began to laugh, staring at the man, laughing loudly. "Y'look fouchking ridiculous with those bunny ears man! I thought you were a fag before but now you are officially king of the foucking fags ! " he exclaimed at the man.

He seemed distracted looking at his own hand, that was caught within Romeo's grasp, his eyes widening a bit, "Go'damn my hand is hugeeee " he stated blinking more rapidly. It didn't seem that he was noticing the pain at this point.