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[Michael Wilde]

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The door slamming open obviously had disrupted the classroom. Obviously every pair of eyes in the place were on him, and he didn't care. It wasn't even his class, he didn't even know most of these people. “Where are you, you fucking dick bag,” he could have waited until tonight, could have attacked him after dinner, had every right to considering what he had done to Annie, but he had also taken a swing at Scott, he'd see hi cheek bone, he knew where that was from. His brothers were off limits. He should have known better. He didn't care who swung first. Scott was just defending Annie. Hitting his brother was unforgivable. His eyes scanned the crowd, running over them one by one until he saw the ass stand up, some poor girl falling to the floor in the process. His eyes narrowed as he grabbed hold of the railing on either side of the stairs leading to the section of seating that Evan had chosen, swinging his body forward and landing just in front of him, sizing the boy up. He was smaller by quite a bit, but that didn't mean he was helpless, His fist was pulled back and swinging forward in the span of a few seconds, his fist connecting satisfactorily before grabbing the fronts of his robes and hurling him toward and down the stairs. He needed room to properly kick his ass, and nobody else needed to get hurt in the process.

Fucking prat, laughing like that. He knew something wasn't right with him, knew something in his head was loose. He knew that, he shared a room with him, and had, for years now. Still, that didn't explain the behavior. Didn't explain the damned near excitement that came over his face whenever he had seen Mikey. Fine, good that he wanted to fight because that was exactly what he was going to get. His eyes followed the man down the stairs and onto the main part of the floor. No doubt, the professor was going to step in before anything good happened, and that was a fucking shame. He moved behind Evan quickly, bean pole that he was. The fists coming out a lot faster than he had been expecting. Mikey might be large, but he wasn't normally slow, that jab to the ribs hurt, but the second to his stomach, he was able to tense in time for, making his stomach into the wall he knew it would be against Evan's fist. Sucker punched in the ribs, of course he was. At least he didn't have to waste time explaining why he was here. His feet pushed off the ground and into Evan, knocking the two to the ground, his body straddling the smaller one around the waist, punching once to whatever surface area was available.

His hand cocked backward to line up a second punch but the slippery shit was just too fast, landing the punch meant for Ribs somewhere into the air behind the body that was rising, surging at his face, slamming into his forehead and breaking skin. He could feel it, could feel the hot life force oozing from the laceration and he didn't care, wouldn't even bother with it until it was coming toward his eyes, “FUCK!” he grunted just as the fist came to collide with his jaw, sending his head whipping in the direction it had been forced, he didn't have time to see if it was broken, didn't have time to stretch it and see if it was still in place even before his torso was dislodged, the body under him shifting his weight too quickly, Mikey's hip coming in contact with the floor sharply, his hands jutting out to the first object he saw – a text book. In a fluid motion he twirled his torso back around, catching Evan up under the side of his chin with the flat end of the book as hard as he could manage.

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S tatus: Done
T Mikey/Evan/Apollo
O utfit: some variation of a uniform
N otes: December, before christmas break 7th year
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Evan Rosier]

i d o n ' t w o r k b u t

I CAN WORK WITH IT TO SPLIT YOUR SMILE!

“What the fuck am I- your chair?” Bored voice showing no signs of impact as the body fell from the railing- legs arching to swing over one of his thighs, black curls almost hitting him in the face as she angled her body to the side, eyes drifting between he and Joel slowly. She was going to be in one of those moods today- the way her fingers drifted along the blank parchment in front of him on the desk as her shoulders rose and fell into a sharp shrug. He had half a mind to shove her off- push her off onto Joel and watch to see if she scrambled as quickly away as she had been to join him. Not that she wasn’t becoming more comfortable with the ass to his right. Which was disappointing in itself. He supposed that was his fault as well- he’d thought maybe forcing her to be alone with him would have the opposite effect. Had to be the grass he was supplying her with because no way was Joel an easy enough conversationalist to warrant her shifting control around him. The snort had his eyes rolling to the boy in question, eyes tracing the movements of his fingers for only a moment before lifting his hands, grabbing the body on his roughly around the waist and switching the leg she was perched on before letting his hand drop again. ”That.” Her annoying habit of talking out of the structure that polite society used, arm rising slightly to allow her finger to point to the powder Joel was arranging. ”What is that?”

Obviously she’d followed the line of his sight, her eyes focused narrowly on the powder. It was Evan’s turn to snort- sarcastic noise lifting her slightly as he leant further back into his chair. “Buy some and find out.” – ignoring the wrinkle to her nose as she leant forward slightly, looking at it as if it were going to come off of the desk surface. He almost snorted again- content to let Joel explain right up until the doors burst open, curly head of hair pushing through them angrily. His muscles coiled instantly, smirk filling out over his lips in response. He didn’t even have to ask what he was doing here, or if it were for him- the scraping along the tops of his right knuckles were all he needed to look at to know. He’d known when he’d done it- if he were being honest. But then the boy was touching what was his, sullying his property. He couldn’t be blamed for taking action against it. Where are you, you fucking dick bag,” That was his cue wasn’t it. His form uncurled from the seated position slowly, still too quickly for the girl sitting on him to move before she was falling forward- the corner of his eyes just barely noting that she landed on her hands and knees before his attention focused solely on the large boy barreling towards him, his lips lifting even further. Excellent- the break of knuckles after he swung down against his skin causing a short bark of laughter, throwing his body weight into the throw that Mikey had executed. He was big. Bigger than Evan by several inches and a good deal more bulk. But he didn’t fight nearly as often. Something that Evan knew could count for very little when it came down to it- but he wasn’t about to discount his opponent before it had even begun. He rolled from the crouch he’d fallen into easily, standing and barely waiting for him to come within proper reach before letting his arm coil and jet out- his other arm cocking instantly and repeating the same motion as he stepped into it.

He liked the play of emotion that crossed the other boy’s features, liked the volatile undertone to each of them. He’d been overly cautious this semester, had so few instances that allowed him to blow off the steam that built inside of him steadily each day. No one wanted to fight with him anymore, wanted to risk that trip to the hospital wing afterwards or the detentions that followed. It was becoming more and more difficult to illicit reaction- to push them far enough to act. The girl wouldn’t have been enough- he’d known that when his knuckles had connected with her cheekbone. The girl was his property anyways, his to do with what he wished. On some level this boy had to understand that, he’d left quickly enough once Evan had chosen to comment on it. The boy though, the Hufflepuff twin that had tried to square off to him though… that was something that insured reaction. He’d seen the twisted bonds that family had, the protective way they circled around one another these past six years that they’d all been her. That cuff to the head- knuckles bruising the sides of his temples had been too good- too easy. Insured reaction even. Even now, body pushing him back into the ground Evan could appreciate the barely leashed control in the body that came to try and trap his own. Could appreciate the punch that hit somewhere between his ribs and chest from the side- knuckles rolling the flesh and almost force the breath from his lungs entirely. Shit if the fuck wasn’t big. There was no way he could just throw him off, he wasn’t stupid- had faced bigger men than him before. His torso rolled up, crunching his abs as he threw his forehead sharply into the one above him- splintering of skin and crunch of impact sounding the instant before Evan pushed up- dislodging just enough for his arm to coil again, knuckles connecting with the hard lining of jaw with a satisfactory crack.

He was yelling- fueling the excitement, pumping Evan’s adrenaline faster through his system as he rolled upwards, dislodging him somewhat as the boy rolled to the side, his lips tiling up- right up until the textbook caught him in the face- forcing black behind his lids as he rolled with the hit, his arm coming up underneath- wrist jarring the other one until the book was released to land somewhere behind them. No. Couldn’t have him with weaponry on top of the advantages he already had. His leg bent, knee jutting up into the boy’s stomach as he rolled- shifted until he could grab at the sides of Mikey’s head- pushing his body up and over his and pulling up with his hands- slamming him back into the stone beneath with a grunt from the effort extended in order to do so.

BY MAX OF CAUTION 2.0, IMPERFECTIONS AND 

CREATING CHAOS.

[Michael Wilde]

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He was so fucking quiet. Freak. The hands moving to his wrists, even with unfocused eyes he was still moving. He knew he had hit him hard enough to jar something inside of that creepy, silent brain. His wrist twisted, and kept twisting until the book was dropped from his hands, forcing his shoulders to follow through so he didn't break his arm. The knee to the stomach knocked the air out of him, leaving his body with an 'ooof' as he was forced backward, forced by the body moving on top of him. Scrappy little shit, hands In his hair, lifting his head and crashing it back to the floor, stars dotting his eyes at the impact, that was going to give him a hell of a headache. Fine. He wanted to play like that? His head twisted, teeth closing over the skin of the wrist closest to him, core muscles flexing until his legs came up and around Evan's head, pulling until he was seated, and Evan was laying, teeth releasing and fists coming to jab into the stomach exposed to him.

This wasn't supposed to be a fair fight, this wasn't supposed to end well. It wasn't wrestling around over some stupid comment tossed about carelessly. It was real. Evan had attacked his family. Had attempted to lay claim to something that was his own. People that weren't Evan's to claim. Shouldn't be claimed at all. People were not to be owned, they were to be freely given by their own selves. He wasn't going to stand for Evan's pompous talk any longer. The laughing needed to stop, and it needed to stop now. No stupid little warnings or comments about how he needed to keep it in his pants, that he shouldn't be aiming 'above his station', even if it hadn't been in reference to his woman in particular. Those he could excuse, had said nothing, had went about his business...but his brother? He couldn't stand for that. No matter the house. He was too busy punching, blinded by his rage to feel the hand moving to his hair, pulling hard enough to let his ankles unlock the hold that they previously had around his chest, feet falling with a thud to the floor, that was going to bleed, he saw the tufts between Evan's fingers and didn't care, the shouting coming from his lips in reaction to the pain didn't even register, didn't notice the crowd of people around them or the displacement of desk from where they ought to of been. His head forced to the side, feeling something crack inside of his nose, smelled iron for half a second before the blood spewed from his nose and down his face, forcing him to breath out of his mouth, and he was doing so a little too heavily, He felt crazed, the way his body forced himself forward, knees bending to support his bulk, hand flying without any specific direction and catching Evan somewhere on his head, his other hand following through to the other side.

It felt so damned satisfying punching the idiot in the face. Not holding anything back, throwing his body weight into each punch, nearly feral cry resounding in anger at the boxing he felt to his ear. He wouldn't be able to say that after this, Evan couldn't throw a punch. Obviously he could. He knew his nose was broken, minimum. His fist coiled, only to be grabbed in the space his bent elbow left on his arm, wrenched slightly backward. Just enough room between he and Evan to be shoved apart. Just enough space to be ripped off of they body he had been punching, too long legs lashing outward as Apollo pulled him offward. He knew that wasn't an easy task either, with the way that he was thrashing, a triumphant laugh leaving his own lips as his boot connected with Evan's face. He didn't even hear the students moving away, couldn't think of anything but ripping Evan's face from his body even as Apollo started muttering things in his ears, bodily keeping him away, attempting to calm him down. He couldn't stop, the rage was too much. He could feel Apollo pressing into him, and his body wouldn't even acknowledge that, ”Ten points from Slytherin,” the professor huffed, looking at he and Apollo, then back to Evan. He pushed Apollo from his body, pushing himself to his feet a little strangely ”Fifteen, Mr's Erikson and Wilde, you do not belong here. I suggest you report to the infirmary,” he snorted indignantly, grabbing the lapels of his jacket violently to straighten his coat “Whatever. Fuck.” shrugging Apollo's hands from his torso “I'm fine, I'm good,” he short another Glare over to Evan and the thing sitting on his chest. “This isn't over you prat”

He was too high, he was riding his adrenaline buzz too much to feel the injuries that he knew were already starting to yellow. He would be swollen and bruised within the house he was certain. He just, couldn't feel it yet. He should have been more grateful for that fact, and he knew it. He didn't want to leave. Didn't want to stop punching the idiot on the ground because he wasn't done. He wasn't better. Hadn't made him pay enough yet. His family was off limits, and he hadn't made that point clear enough but he could feel Apollo pulling on him, could feel the words in his ear registering...somewhere, but his gaze was still on one person. Continued to be on him until Apollo had dragged him out of the room all together. “WHY DID YOU PULL ME OFF?” his rage rounding on Apollo now that they were alone in the halls, his palms coming up to shove at him. “DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID?”

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S tatus: Done
T Mikey/Evan/Apollo
O utfit: some variation of a uniform
N otes: December, before christmas break 7th year
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Evan Rosier]

i d o n ' t w o r k b u t

I CAN WORK WITH IT TO SPLIT YOUR SMILE!

Biting? It shouldn’t have been as big of a surprise as it was, his lips grimacing as the teeth tore through the flesh of his wrist, distracting him long enough for the legs to find purchase around his head. A bark of laughter fled his lips at that, eyes narrowing further. Not only had this boy put hands on his property, ignored his warnings over it- multiple as they had been it was inexcusable… a courtesy offered to so few. Anger that hadn’t been present before twisted at his facial features, thinning the lines of his lips as fists pounded into him- rough expelling of breath following each punch landed. His torso rose as much as could be afforded, arm coming up- instead of to ward off- further until his hand could once more wrap in the hair at the side of the boy’s head, jerking back until he felt some of the hair give way into his fingers, other arm coming up to curl- fist flying directly into his nose, the blood that coated his fingers an instant sort of gratification.

Black lit his vision- despite his opened lids as something hard connected with the side of his head, something else flying into his cheek almost directly afterwards. Had he not been used to taking such hits-and on such a regular basis- he might have passed out from the force alone. As it was he grunted loudly, breath leaving his lungs with increased pace, absorbing the blow as best he could and throwing his right arm out, uppercut to the left side of the boy’s ribs with a satisfied noise only marginally depleted by his breathing. He could feel the bones beneath his knuckles shift, feel skin push up under it and give. Again his left arm followed his right, knuckles connecting with what felt like an ear- something he wouldn’t even get a chance to find out as something shifted between them- the boy’s body pausing even as another body barreled between them- pushing Evan’s body back and grabbing at the shoulders. Pain hit him again- the sole of a- what the fuck kind of shoe was that bitch wearing? To catch him square in his face, nose giving under the pressure as copper fell out of it. It took him a second to clear his eyes, lips quirking into a sinister smoke as he realized which body it was that was trying to hold the boy back, grappling with Wilde’s shoulders as he pushed. Erikson… something shifted within his stomach, sneer curling over and above the smirk as his nostrils flared. The already bloody boy had been easier to bait- provided more buttons for him to press upon. Erikson was another matter. But he’d interfered now, stepped between them. And if he could get them both… then he would. Vaguely he registered in the back of his mind that the other students were dispersing, heard yelling somewhere behind him as he rolled back onto his feet- went to stand and--- “Oomph,” the exhalation of air was just on the edge of a grunt, his whole body buckling backwards as the air pressed down upon him- held him captive to the ground. His fingers twitched, but that was the extent of his mobility, growl ripping through his throat and shaking his chest. Slippered feet passed by his head, turned and moved… until the figure was suddenly on his stomach, pushing what little air was left out of his lungs as amber eyes peered down at him. He didn’t have time to mess with the crazy bitch right now, glared at her and opened his mouth to say as much when suddenly her fingers were on his lips- pressing something down into them and—Joel. He knew the taste, knew the effects as his body almost instantly relaxed under her little legs, fingers withdrawing quickly and looking down quizzically at the blood smear left on them. Almost as if she wasn’t aware she was doing it she lifted the three fingers to her lips, brushing them along the bottom one and inhaling with a scrunched nose, her tongue quickly erasing the evidence before she looked over her shoulder, providing him just enough space to see Erikson completely on top of Wilde- pressing him into the ground and saying merlin knew what in his ears. Fags. But even that thought was improperly irritated, a mild form of what it normally would have been due to the haze already moving over his brain.

The body on top of his shifted, head tilting as she forced his eyes back to her with the movement, her weird fucking eyes looking over his face like he was some fucking puzzle she could figure out- that same draw between her too fucking black eyebrows that she had when she was doing those Sudoku things that she carried around in her purse. “Get the fuck off of me Drie.” His eyes were still trying to stay trained on the man being held down that short distance away- still trying to figure out how the fuck his little butt buddy had managed that spell without a wand or looking in his direction at all. His entire body was still vibrating, mounting tension overriding even the pain that those last few hits had managed to get in, his back attempting to arch up off of the floor and being held down- not by the slight girl on his chest- but whatever the fuck field seemed to be surrounding him- pushing into his skin and forcing him back. ”Ten points from Slytherin,” The girl on his chest shifted, silently watching his face as his eyes tore back to the boys behind her- to the professor only momentarily before shifting back with a smirk lighting his face, eyes relighting with the same fire they’d burned with the minute that Wilde had stepped through that door. ”Fifteen, Mr's Erikson and Wilde, you do not belong here. I suggest you report to the infirmary,” Yes, go bandage his wounds, they’d only be added to later- only be further broken open. His body seemed to shift somewhat, animalistic grin stretching over his lips. “Whatever. Fuck. I'm fine, I'm good.” The for now that he wanted to utter didn’t make it quite up, although he could feel his body becoming more his own once more, feel the loosening of whatever hold Erikson had fucking put on him, maybe it was because he wrongly assumed that they were safe now- with the professor there. He wasn’t about to call attention to it before he made his move though. “This isn't over you prat” The laugh that tore from his lips was clear, pushing up from his chest as he watched the pair turn away, watched them start to exit the doorway and he arched- torso coming off the stone floor as he prepared to throw the girl off and go after the two… right up until the hand slammed down into his pectoral- fingers curving around the muscle as his body was pressed even further into the floor than before, almost painful with the intensity of it. His eyes widened just slightly, head almost unable to roll to look up at the face staring down at him, brows furrowed as if she was looking for something. He couldn’t even speak- his eyes narrowing into slits as she flexed her fingers again, his body nearly convulsing under her. Fuck- that had hurt. Like her fingers were trying to push through his chest… He could hear the voice behind her shoulder- he wasn’t sure if she could- looking at him like that, her eyes flashing faster than normal, lashes flickering slightly until her hand removed itself entirely from his person. Jerked up off of his chest and to her own as if she had been burned. It was all he needed, the absolute absence of whatever had pushed him down receding and he was curling his torso up off of the floor, rolling into a crouch that sent her sprawling back onto the tile as he stood- forcing her body away from him harshly. “Don’t ever,” venom flowing freely from his words as she sat up, “do that again.”

BY MAX OF CAUTION 2.0, IMPERFECTIONS AND 

CREATING CHAOS.

[Apollo Erikson]

A LONG NIGHT SPENT WITH YOUR MOST OBVIOUS WEAKNESS
Y O U A R E E V E R Y T H I N G I W A N T
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Fuck. He’d known. The instant that he’d registered the fact that neither the elf or Mikey weren't in class- he’d just known. It wasn’t like other times they’d been missing. He didn’t know how he knew that something was wrong, that they weren’t just off shagging in some closet but actually in trouble. He just had. His stomach had been knotted the entire time he’d made his excuse and ducked out the door, hurrying along the corridor to find Annette heading off one way with the wondertwins in tow behind her, her pace slowing only once he’d called out to the lot of them. It wasn’t until she turned, the purpling black mark covering all of one cheek catching his eye instantly that he understood just how serious it was. Even more serious- more urgent when he’d seen the cut across Danny’s face as well- all three worried eyes turning towards him as Scotty began tugging on Annette’s hand again, trying to get her to get moving back in the direction they’d headed. It had taken him only a moment to catch up, fingers catching her chin and moving her face up so he could get a better look at her face as he forced the story from the three of them- heard the urging of Danny about Evan’s class. Of course he wasn’t going to let the three of them go- not when Annette would more than likely find some other way to injure herself- incite Evan’s rage all the more with her there. Not when the fucking two testicles were likely to try and throw themselves directly in the middle of it. No one could afford an expulsion. It had been difficult enough for him, seeing the two boys already scuffling when he’d arrived to just pull Mikey back- to throw himself on top of him and allow some of the tension to dissipate. Not much- just enough to get him out of there... “WHY DID YOU PULL ME OFF?” He’d been waiting for that since they got out here, had expected the turn, which was why he allowed the hand to connect with him, rolling his body back with the shove so as to not lose balance. “DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID?” Oh a myriad of things, but Apollo wasn’t even sure if Mikey actually grasped all of that- if he was aware or in the dark like Annette. Or just how aware he was if he wasn’t. He kept his mouth shut for a moment, nodding slightly as he glanced at the vibrating man out of the corner of his eyes. “I saw his handiwork.” Best to stick to the one transgression.

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WORDS :: gasdfa
TAGS :: mikey
OUTFIT :: ~~~~
NOTES :: all the fuckery
CREDZ :: Song is "Perfect Day" by Collective Soul (ftw?). This template was made by the uh-may-zing (just kidding) xreebear of caution two-point-oh. Please don't steal and or use without credit (so.. steal).

[Michael Wilde]

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He knew that he shouldn't be upset with Apollo. Technically it wasn't even anything to do with Apollo other than the fact that he had pulled them apart instead of letting them handle their business. It wasn't over, nowhere near over and Apollo had to recognize that fact. He just had to. Mikey glared at him, struggling to keep his anxious hands down by his side, they were itching to hit something else, to yank away from Apollo and go barreling back into that classroom and finish it all. “I saw his handiwork.” His head tilted to the side, the back of his hand coming up to his tongue, testing to see just how badly he was bleeding. Not too bad, minimal blood. He didn't even care that he was going to be bruised to shit. His eyes cut back to Apollo, shaking his head. “Unacceptable.” He wasn't even talking about Annie, or Danny's face anymore...though that was the motivation, his index finger coming to jab at Apollo's chest once. “You fix this Apollo, and you fix it now. I don't give a flying FUCK what you have to do....get it done.”

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S tatus: Done
T Mikey/Evan/Apollo
O utfit: some variation of a uniform
N otes: December, before christmas break 7th year
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down