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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO.
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Risk for Wealth (Sage/Open)
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Post by Steven Rosett on Apr 10, 2015 22:17:30 GMT -5
Steven would actually be shocked when Sage threw him the money rather then taking it. Apparently the boy had been in this for the game no the cash. Steven would find himself watching intently as Sage made his way around the table, as Sage started to explain that he already knew riot, and then came the bomb shell. He was dating someone in riot. He hadn't said it but the inference was easy to see. It had to be one of the ones in school, but which. Steven only knew Mikey, Kaiser and Tim. Seth was no longer riot so it was doubtful it was him. However Steven interaction with the riot members had been so small and only violent so he had no idea which. As Sage came behind him,Steven would go to stand and then find the knife at his neck. Steven froze.
"Fine whatever you say." Steven said, gulping as the blade pressed into his neck drawing blood. Once Steven would have panicked and gone mad at the knife. However Steven had been facing them more and more in recent days, and his calculating mind for once was holding fast against that fear. Sage had said there next meeting, meaning the boy didn't intend to just slice his throat open, and Steven wouldn't give him reason too. "I'm more partial to black and blue, it a shame you decided to pull a knife on me though. Up until that I actually though you were nice. There is always something ain't there." Steven said, each word and movement of his neck made the blades presence noticeable. Their was a slight joke in his words, something done just to keep himself calm. Black and blue, the colour Steven always wore, and the colour of bruises. Steven would rather take a beating over a stabbing any day. "Good evening Sage, it was a pleasure to meet you." Steven said his tone held some anger, but still politeness filled it. It served little to piss off a guy with a knife to your throat.
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Post by Sage Honeysett on Apr 11, 2015 12:06:10 GMT -5
Sage laughs lightly, then pushes in the blade a bit more to shut Steven up. "Nice? Of course I am, I could just kill you right now, but I haven't" Sage glares as his voice becomes hollow. "What is nice anyways, who defines it? Being nice serves no purpose unless you want to gain something." Sage seems rather calm like when they were playing poker, however there's a bit of an edge to his voice.
"The world is just a playground meant to be destroyed." He smirks, remembering Steven's last statement. "Why are you greeting me again? It's not like you're just meeting me, unless you think I'm a different side.." He leans in close and whispers in his ear. "I'm the original~" Standing back up with the knife still in place he smiles slightly. "You can ask three questions."
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Post by Steven Rosett on Apr 11, 2015 19:03:51 GMT -5
Steven was really struggling to stay composed, fear trying its hardest to bubble over the top of calculating mind. Though Sage kept talking, as weird as it was put him at slight ease. The boy sounded as if he seriously hated the world, wanting to destroy it. Though he hadn't just killed him out of hand, which meant something, even if it was not wanting to kill someone with witnesses around was stopping him. Then came the thing about three questions, and Steven would look up at the ceiling in though, while also trying to take his mind from the blade at his throat.
"One, why give me the money? Two, why do you want to pretend we have never met? and three, why let me live? For my word you must know I'm going to fight Riot, and whoever your boyfriend is, if he harms my friends I will do everything in my power to bring him to justice."
Steven knew that the words were bad, that Sage may decided to harm him for them. However in the panicked state he was in, his words would come fast and without to deep a thought, sweat dripping down his forehead.
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Post by Sage Honeysett on Apr 11, 2015 21:36:37 GMT -5
Sage is cheerfully humming some sort of tune while he waits. Finally when Steven asks his questions he tilts his head and pouts. "And here I thought you'd ask something good." He doesn't say something for a while, not really thinking, but not wanting to talk.
"Your first question. I gave you the money because it looked like you needed it." It was an odd statement because why would Sage care about someone then threaten to kill them. Also, it seemed like he didn't like anyone in general, so was he favoring Steven for some reason?
"The second one is because I don't want this conversation brought up." That was self explanatory Sage thought. Why the hell would that guy even ask such a simple question. He just wasted an entire question from a once and a lifetime chance.
Sage starts to laugh at the last question, though it still sounds void of emotion. "Why let you live? Well that's simple, so I can use you later." Sage removes the knife and starts to walk around to his side of the table, he seems very relaxed, but is clearly on guard, ready to attack at a moments notice. When he reaches his side he stares at Steven. "And your last part. I don't think he will loose, especially to a guy like you."
Sage smiles adorably then twirls the knife in his hand. "Okay? Are you satisfied? Did you think I'd say something else?" Sage throws the knife up, then catches it back in his hand and throws it at Steven. It passes just on the left side of his head, hitting a bystander in the side, which then starts the screams.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Apr 12, 2015 16:53:36 GMT -5
Question one's answer was understandable, though it didn't make sense why still not when he had threatened to kill him. Some people could be strange it seemed, however whatever the reason was right now Steven couldn't see it. Question two's answer made Steven groan, Steven intent in his question was about why Sage didn't want the meeting talked about, but Sage's answer deflected it well, due to how Steven had worded his answer. While the answer to question three left Steven with a sense of foreboding. Steven wouldn't reply to Sage question in return but as the boy flipped the knife up instinct went to work.
Steven eyes would glow, white roses behind his eyes and his sense would pick up. Eye taking in the way Sage muscle in his hand and wrist moved, predicting the knife would be thrown and the path it would take. A fraction of tilted movement of the head would cause Steven to see out of the corner of his eye where the knife would end up. Then the knife flew. Steven rushed to stand.
As the knife would have passed by his head while he was sitting, standing cause Steven shoulder to be in the way. The knife penetrated the leather of his jacket and into his shoulder joint and Steven would curse in pain. Steven however wouldn't stagger as blood started to pour out from the wound. The white rose glow of his eyes would change, burning red replacing the white. His stare at Sage would be full of anger, dark. This was you stereotypical, if looks could kill moment. The beast inside roared. Steven stepped forward to the edge of the table, gripping the knife Steven ripped it from his shoulder and stabbed it into the table. Not slightly, but all the way down to the handle.
Steven screamed inside and pulled the beast and the anger back down in to the dark. "Save it for Riot." He whispered to himself, it had been something that he had been telling other a lot recently. The red glow of his eyes would go back to white and then fade. Blood poured from his body, but even so Steven stood, his left arm hanging limp but his right coming up to point to the door. And he laughed. "I'm getting used to the stabbing, leave before you do in turn." Steven threatened pulling the lighter and deodorant can from his pocket.. He knew he had a few minutes, before shock and blood loss would start to really effect him, however Steven knew he could do a lot of damage before he was slowed. Especially with the make shift flame thrower.
Meanwhile the person he had saved, pulled out a phone and called the cops and medical services.
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Blooming Rose: +15 WIS for one post.
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Post by Sage Honeysett on Apr 12, 2015 18:03:57 GMT -5
Sage watches the blade once he throws it. He's surprised that Steven stands up almost right after he threw it. "That idiot, he just stabbed himself." He watches Steven look at him with a death stare. Sage however, doesn't really react, actually he looks even more bored then before. When Steven takes the knife out and angrily slams it on the table, Sage almost face-palms. "He should have left it in, he'll bleed to death now..." He sighs at the riot statement, is that all people thought about now? Watching at Steven leaves, Sage looks at the man calling the cops. "Why is everything so fucking boring now..."
He turns around, still on guard and decides to leave the back entrance. As Sage thinks he starts to think. "Is this really the right thing to do? Should I be going after him? No, with the look in his eyes he'll try to kill me... He's probably also stronger... not that I care about dying, but... how fun is that... Everyone should taste despair and drown in it... Can people just get out of my life...? I'm far too lonely to let anyone in..."
He stops his train of thought when he bumps into a woman. Smiling sweetly he just apologizes and passes her, it seems she's too drunk to even know what's going on. Sage reaches the back of the building and walks out the door without even caring if someone's outside.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Apr 12, 2015 18:19:45 GMT -5
As Sage left his last words annoyed Steven. The fact that he found such thing boring, like it was all for his amusement made Steven feel sick. Or was that the oncoming start of blood loss. Shit there was no time Steven would be able to keep himself awake before a ambulance arrive. Luckily for Steven he knew a few tricks. Staggering to the clubs bathroom, rather then leaving himself. Steven would that the lighter and can of deodorant.
Flame would come forth as Steven would use as little as he, to on the spot close the wound by using the flames to cauterize the wound. He screamed in agony as he did so. At least the wound wouldn't be another knife scar, the burn would be all that remained once it had healed. Then Steven would collapse into a stall and pass out, knowing he wasn't going to bleed out.
Later Steven would awake in a hospital, in pain and needle in his arm. Steven would pull the thing out of his hand and get out of the bed. It felt like he had slept at least half a day, but Steven knew that the burn would heal in time if he treated it properly. So without a care, Steven would leave, left arm hanging limp from the damage. It was going to be awhile before he could use it again.
However thoughts of Sage lingered in his mind, wondering why the cute little guy had been such a violent person. Why he had acted in what Steven could only see was a mixed fashion. It confused him, and Steven hated not knowing why.
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