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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.
Full Story Here.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 22:06:59 GMT -5
 hands of time DAY AFTER DAY, LIKE A LIFETIME AWAY, I KEEP HOLDIN' ON Having touched down in New York City, the Red Skies were getting situated, and Crina decided to explore the city and see what kind of environment they were in. It was the first time she had ever been to America, and she figured she could use a drink. Leaving her guns at home as she didn't want to draw any unwanted attention, she carried a few knives hidden on her person instead and set out.
She had no idea if American bars were any different than the ones she was used to in Romania. She preferred quiet, simple settings, drinking in peace with comrades and listening to their stories. Instead, she somehow found her way into what was known as a 'night club'. Being absolutely shocked at the sight of people dancing and the loud music.
She made her way to the bar, and nervously sat herself down. She asked the bartender for a Ţuică, her favorite drink from back home, but had to explain to them how to make it. Sighing, she sat and waited before a larger man made his way up to her, smiling in a way she didn't like. She merely tried to ignore him, but he started to get real grabby, and instantly, she was out of her seat, grabbing the man's arm and slamming his face down into the counter hard. It didn't seem to dull the loud music of this place, and anyone nearby was simply cheering her on.
"Grăsun. How dare you touch me?" She hissed, half-tempted to pull her knife out and dispose of this pig of a man.| 0000 WORDS | | TAGGED | | SHORT NOTE |
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I'm a killer, like Rambo.
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Post by Lexington on Apr 15, 2015 22:01:16 GMT -5
Lexington was down a few seats chowing down on some wings, when he looked over to the ruckus that was stirring he saw a female being hit on by a male. He let out a little chuckle before he sipped on his iced tea and continued eating. When he finished his plate of wings there was nothing, but bones and hot sauce. He paused before grabbing the tissues and he turned to the lady. The dark male cupped his hands over his mouth to amplify his voice. "Break his neck, do it you won't" He shouted, then he cleaned off his fingers with a napkin as he waited for a reaction.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2015 23:31:35 GMT -5
hands of time DAY AFTER DAY, LIKE A LIFETIME AWAY, I KEEP HOLDIN' ON The soldier's eyes narrowed as she heard someone speak, looking over to see a larger man just enjoying his meal. Lifting her current victim up, she would toss him over at the other man, planning on breaking the table he was sitting at. "If you want his neck broken, do it yourself." She hissed. The bartender brought Crina her drink nervously, and she would grab it without a word, taking a sip and ignoring the other man completely now. So far, she was unimpressed. | 0000 WORDS | | TAGGED | | SHORT NOTE |
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Post by Lexington on Apr 16, 2015 11:11:24 GMT -5
Without much effort, Lexington picked up the empty plate of wings with his left hand and iced tea with his right hand and he stood up and watched the soar through the air and destroy the table. “hot hot hot, ow” Searching left and right, Lex set down the food and drink on the bar. “Ooh girl, you got me feeling all types of ways right about now. Didn’t think you had it in ya to toss a man like that..” Slowly he wiped his fingers off in a napkin and watched the nervous bartender pour a drink for the newcomer. “Y’know, I met someone like you.. Her name was Blake.. I wonder…. Nah nevermind. Its not THAT small of a world.” Dismissing the thought of the lady being related to Blake, the black male picked up some wings from another plate and continued eating. “Y’know for future reference, if you wanna keep a guy around. It’d be wise not to hip toss him a couple yards away.”
After making the statement he turns to the lady and eyeballs her real hard. “Hold on, I’m almost done. I don’t even know why I cleaned my fingers” Within about eight minutes, Lexington finished his drink and new plate of wings. “Gotta love these wings yanno..”
Now that his hunger was satisfied, Lex got up and proceeded to walk towards the angry female, he plopped down on the barstool next to her. “I’mma be honest.. Judging by the way you toss that guy like a paper airplane I don’t think you come here often. A lot of ladies that come here, come here to get hit on, but your different.” The inability to immediately get a read on this person’s vibes kind of annoyed Lex. “So hun, whats your reason for hanging with the freaks tonight?”.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 18:15:21 GMT -5
hands of time DAY AFTER DAY, LIKE A LIFETIME AWAY, I KEEP HOLDIN' ON Crina wasn't paying any attention to the man until he mentioned the name Blake, to which her eyes shifted to look at him.
"Did you say Blake?"
The man started to eat again before she knew it, and she sighed, sitting there while he feasted, taking about eight minutes. When he finally sat next to her and started talking again, she wondered if she should even really give him the time of day. But he seemed confident enough to approach her despite the fact she had just thrown a man across the room.
"I am not here to pick up men." She started, "I am... new to America, and wanted to see what was big deal about this place." She took a drink from her Ţuică before continuing. "But so far, I am disappointed. This does not even taste proper."| 0000 WORDS | | TAGGED | | SHORT NOTE |
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Post by Lexington on Sept 19, 2015 18:42:29 GMT -5
Lexington arched his right eyebrow "So, I've taken your fancy.. Yeah I said Blake.. A few months back I met this lady uhh Blake Mer.. Mercy? Yeah Blake Mercy is what she called herself. I had a fight with her, we briefly threw hands, but I managed to take her down. Called it quits when I realized I wasn't getting anything out of fighting her. Personally I felt like I was on par with her."
Lexington listened in on her few words and his ears perked up at her dissatisfaction. "This is America baby, nothings proper or made right. If ya want something done right you've got to do it yourself!" Lexington stood up and stroked his beard. He tapped Crina on the shoulder and hoped she would turn round. "Well, it feels like we've been standing here talking for like months. I liked the way you threw that stupid drunk. Nice form, so I wanna fight you. It sounds weird that I said that, but you do look like the type that can whoop some ass. So how bout it?"
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