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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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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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You Need Two to Play [Kenji/ Open]
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Post by Matrix Loya on Apr 13, 2015 21:32:52 GMT -5
Matrix was in the gym practicing his kendo. He's been doing drills for quite a while today, so he's sweating up a storm. Stopping for a break he walks to the bleachers to get a sip of water. Drats he's out. Sighing he looks across the gym where there is the water fountain. He really didn't want to, but then he was thirsty...
He slowly walks across the gym, not in any particular rush. Hearing his phone buzz he looks at the text.
"We're eating dinner together, right?" -Basil
Matrix sighs as he responds with a yes. Finally he's made it to the fountain and gets a drink. He also fills his water bottle while he's at it. Then he starts the long trek back. When he gets back from the other side he makes sure his stuff is all there, then goes back to doing drills. He's probably been at this for four hours?
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Apr 13, 2015 22:54:25 GMT -5
Kenji had time to kill, as he did every day when school and training weren't in session. He woke up early every morning to practice his swordplay, both kendo and his ancestral style, to make sure he stayed in top shape, and either once daily or once every other day he would work out the rest of his body to further himself. So it'd be very reasonable to say that the easterner respected and appreciated dedication in improving oneself.
Wandering into the gym, Kenji noticed something that piqued his interest: a red-haired lad about half a head shorter than him with piercing green eyes, working his kendo in the far end of the gym. He seemed diligent in his drills, and while his agility seemed to be lacking, Kenji picked up an idea of his power from hearing his shinai rend the still air. Now this was interesting, somebody giving a reasonable inch of respect to a style that he himself was proficient with.
With little else to do as is, Kenji walked closer to the redhead's end of the gym and set up shop on a bleacher, sitting down and resting his hands on his knees. Offering no commentary, he simply observed with keen intrigue, taking mental notes of his form and the like.
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Post by Matrix Loya on Apr 13, 2015 23:08:59 GMT -5
Matrix continues his drills silently. He glances to the side, noticing someone watching him, but that doesn't mess up his form. He continues for another fifteen minutes and then stops. Upon finishing he wipes his brow and looks over at Kenji. He rolls his eyes and walks over. "Why are you staring?" He grabs his water bottle and starts to drink as he waits for an answer. He seems rather fatigued after practicing so long, but at the same time doesn't.
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Apr 14, 2015 0:04:59 GMT -5
Kenji made no comment or motion when he noted the boy glancing in his direction, simply continuing to observe for the next fifteen minutes. At that juncture, he procured a water bottle and began to walk over after wiping sweat from his brow. When asked as to his reason for staring, Kenji offered a small but friendly smile. "Forgive me if my watching came off as rude... I was merely watching a fellow practitioner of kendo in action. You seem dedicated to your style. Am I right, or am I missing something?" He chuckled, emphasizing that it was a rhetorical question, though the boy was more than welcome to respond seriously.
Regardless of if he did or not, Kenji would reach over with an arm and offer his hand to shake. "I'm Kenji, Miyamoto Kenji."
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Post by Matrix Loya on Apr 14, 2015 1:07:03 GMT -5
As Matrix drinks he listens to Kenji. It seemed the boy practiced kendo also, though he didn't get why hoe would watch him... it was sort of creepy. Putting down the water he looks Kenji over. Not the strongest or weakest, probably light on his feet. He clicks his tongue before answering. "Dedicated huh? Well I guess so, try to practice every day. And bes-" He frowns as his phone buzzes. Not caring to ask Kenji if he minds if he answers, he picks it up and looks at the text.
"The cards said you'd meet someone today." -Basil
He facepalms as he writes a quick text to his brother about shutting up. Then he looks back at Kenji introducing himself. "Oh, alright, my name is Matrix Loya." He smirks, as close to a smile as he may get, as he takes Kenji's hand. His grip is fairly strong, but not crushing. After the handshake he starts to put his stuff away since he's been at it so long, he's fairly tired.
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Apr 14, 2015 1:54:13 GMT -5
Nodding as the two shook hands, Kenji stood up as the boy started to put his things away. "Seems like you've been at it for a while today. I'm disappointed that I didn't wander in here earlier... It would've been nice to spar with you." Shrugging, he stood up, having lost his reason for being here if Matrix was leaving. He stepped down the bleachers and past him, pausing to turn and offer him another brief smile. "Matrix... Like the movie, perhaps?" That one wasn't a rhetorical question, as he clearly hung around waiting for an answer.
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Post by Matrix Loya on Apr 14, 2015 2:56:30 GMT -5
Matrix stretches after the handshake. "Spar huh? I haven't done that in a while..." He thinks for a second. "Alright, I'll spar with you, just give me like ten more minutes to recover." With this said he gets on the ground and starts to stretch to loosen up his muscles. Then his phone buzzes again.
"Matrix... I miss you..." -Basil
Matrix looks at the text and groans as he sends a quick message back saying he does too. He blinks when Kenji asks about his name. His eyes narrow as he's slightly pissed off. "No." He shoots the other a glare. "What made you think that?"
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Apr 14, 2015 3:10:47 GMT -5
Kenji wasn't expecting his response to come in the form of a glare and an agitated tone. It was an honest question, not some insult or joke. Turning fully to face Matrix, thumbs hooked in his pockets, he cocked his head. "It's just that you struck me as being born around the time that movie was released is all. I didn't mean anything ill by it, but I apologize if that's how you saw it."
That having been said, he nodded and took a seat back on the bleachers, continuing, "By all means, take a breather, rest yourself up. I wasn't gonna push for a spar, but if you're willing, I can wait for you."
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Post by Matrix Loya on Apr 14, 2015 3:21:27 GMT -5
Matrix is still irritated, but manages to calm himself down. He mumbles a quick, it's fine, before going back to stretching. He doesn't speak for a while, thinking about what Kenji said. He's named after a movie..? Yeah right. And someone here does kendo, he didn't realize people still practiced it in school.
Around fifteen minutes later he stands up and looks at Kenji. "I'm ready to go, you?" He picks up his shinai to make sure it's in good shape.
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Apr 14, 2015 3:38:57 GMT -5
About ten minutes into Matrix's rest, Kenji hopped up onto the gym floor, pulling off his backpack and setting it where he had previously sat before starting to stretch his body out. During the remaining five minutes, he made sure that he was loosened out and ready to roll. He finished up at the same time as his would-be adversary, and when asked about his readiness, he opened his mouth, but paused, taking a look around the gym area for another shinai.
Closing his mouth, Kenji settled his eyes back on Matrix with a sheepish grin. "I hadn't come here expecting to spar... Do you have a spare shinai, or know if there're any in the back or something?"
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Post by Matrix Loya on Apr 14, 2015 11:09:39 GMT -5
Matrix facepalms when Kenji says he doesn't have a shinai. Sadly since he just got transferred here, he doesn't know where they keep the spare equipment. "Umm... I have a spare one in my apartment if you want to come get it with me." He wonders to himself if Basil will be there so he sends a quick text. The phone buzzes almost instantly with the response.
"Yeah, I'm home, watching horror movies." -Basil
He looks over at Kenji again. It's fine if you want to come over, but I'll have to introduce my brother then." He starts to pack up his stuff since he can't spar the other at the moment.
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Apr 14, 2015 13:27:10 GMT -5
"Thanks. I apologize if I'm inconveniencing you." Kenji nodded his head before stepping back over to his bag and picking it up. At least he was all stretched out and ready to rock whenever he had to now. "By your lead, then."
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Post by Matrix Loya on Apr 14, 2015 14:51:19 GMT -5
Matrix finishes packing up his stuff and swings the bag over his shoulder, his shinai in his hand. "Let's go then." He walks with Kenji to his apartment he shares with Basil. It's a fair walk away, around a mile from the campus, and in a more rundown part of the city. Going up some flights of stairs they stop at the top floor. Then he puts the key in the lock of the door, jiggles the handle, and does this odd shove. The door then opens rather slowly like it doesn't fit the frame.
The first thing one would notice when they stepped inside the apartment is that it is pretty dirty. Not dirty with dust or anything, but there's just so much stuff laying around. Clothing, empty food containers, video games and textbooks. But apart from the mess, the inside of the apartment isn't that bad. It's a lot nicer then the hallways and appearance on the outside. It also looks very homie, like they spend a lot of time in here.
Matrix throws his bag on the floor randomly on the floor and looks around. "Tch... Basil! You said you were going to clean the place!" He glares as he walks further into the apartment. He has no clue where Basil is, but he's going to give the other a stern talking to. He looks over at Kenji. "The extra shinai is in my room."
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Apr 14, 2015 21:07:33 GMT -5
Kenji couldn't really judge the inside of the apartment, what with the essentials and entertainment all strewn about. It was like an organized chaos of sorts, or perhaps the classic symptom of a high school teenager without a parent to supervise them. At the same time, it looked well-lived in, which told him that the two of them likely spent a fair amount of time doing nothing but being at their home. Nothing wrong with that.
He stifled a chuckle as the boy called after someone named 'Basil,' assuming - correctly - that that person was his aformentioned brother. So one of them shared their name with a movie trilogy, and another was linked to a herb. It sounded as if either they'd chosen their own names, or their parents had been eccentric folk. Regardless, he made no comment for the moment, thinking that Matrix might have a similar reaction to Kenji's previous guess on a name's origin, and simply nodded when the spare shinai was brought up. "Ah. If you need to do anything else first, I'm not in any rush."
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Post by Basil Loya on Apr 15, 2015 2:38:06 GMT -5
Basil was watching TV on the couch when he got his brother's text. After he responds he looks around the apartment and curses. "Shit..." He turns of the TV and runs to his room to hide. After locking the door, he finds his room messy as well and groans. Why did they never put things back where they should be...
He starts straightening his room, and the only good thing he does is actually straighten it, and not just shove things under his bed. He's about halfway done when he hears the door open. He freezes as it's either burglars or Matrix, either way it's scary. It really could be anyone since the front door was broken, but then he hears Matrix yelling for him, which causes him slight relief, but only slight. He thinks of what his brother would do. Would he not pet him anymore? Basil's thoughts were all along those lines and he started to get upset.
He cautiously opens his door and waddles himself out. As he's looking at the ground he doesn't notice the two and ends up bumping into Kenji, unless Kenji sees him first. He then looks up and pouts. "I was busy today... I got the groceries..." If one lived with them constantly, they would be able to tell he's telling the truth. Basil only gets dressed if he has to, because he prefers pajamas, he thinks they are more relaxing. But here he stands in front of the two in a tee-shirt and jeans with his choker on.
"You said we'd eat dinner together... so I decided to make something..." Annoyingly so, he seems to completely ignore Kenji even if he bumped into him!
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