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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.
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Habitual beat down [Lex/Open]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2015 23:59:45 GMT -5
Raphael didn't make a habit of going out on weeknights, to be honest he didn't really have anywhere to go in this city. No extended friends or family he was eerily along to the promise of obscurity. Setting that aside Raphael primed himself for an evening of festivities straightening himself upright to be a proper gentleman, well perhaps that wasn't entirely true. Sporting a blood red t-shirt concealed partially by a leather jacket and tattered jeans he probably came off as the sort of guy you didn't bring home to mother. Rebellious Fuck. Bailing out the second story window he peeled away down the rafters and into a neighboring tree. He made it a habit of keeping his mother in the dark call it an overplayed trope but he didn't want to disappoint his mother. Family be damned but she was the only staple in his life even if she didn't get a full perspective of whom he was.
Two blocks down and to the right he'd make his way into town following the nymph-like chant of music play against the walls of the city beckoning his wayward steps til he was at the door of a smokey bar. Unguarded for the most even breaching inside he only got a wayward stare quickly relenting. Raphael praised his luck coming out to look far beyond his years, he'd dodge a great many carding situations with that same prowess. Now time to put that very same notion to the test.
"Old-Fashioned." He'd declare rather bluntly taking his seat at the bar. It didn't look like anyone was sitting there as the rest of the pedestals taken up and only the empty glasses clustered about him to claim the seat however briskly ignored. Another beady eye from the bartender that Raphael matched with a quirky grin. All about confidence, he'd nod silently to himself reassured that he'd luck out. With a dashing clink the glass would be delved out before him and poured slowly. No stranger to the drink himself, Raphael enjoyed the cool waft it gave off before tipping it to his lips. Hmmmm, good but still bitter.
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Post by Lexington on Apr 17, 2015 0:33:56 GMT -5
Black jeans, Neon green Pharrell Williams shirt and a fresh pair of high tops. Lexington was already on his way to the club, there was nothing to do tonight and most of his friends were busy wth schoolwork or significant others, so he decided he would see where the night scene would take him. "Honestly, I know I shouldn't be trying to instigate fights, but tonight just feels like a fight night." Lex said to himself as he entered a nightclub.
The music blasted him from all sides as his senses took a brief moment to get back into gear. Following the distortion he walked over to the bar and sat down, he ordered two shots. One Whiskey and the other Tequila, an unusual mix, but it was what he felt for. Luckily the bartender didn't ask for an I.D.
Looking around the dancefloor and bar area, Lex tried to find someone to pick a fight with. He spotted a man in red shirt and leather jacket. Quickly downing the shots and feeling the warmth hit his stomach, Lex approach the mystery man "Yo bro, I think you're in my spot. I'm meeting someone here soon, Imma need you to move." Lex towered over the guy as he looked down at him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 14:00:58 GMT -5
"Yo bro, I think you're in my spot. I'm meeting someone here soon, Imma need you to move."
The noise briefly rustling him from his spot and gave the challenger the cold shoulder and a disdainful look out of the corner of his eye, the good one of course. Raphael was just getting settled and while he'd made note of the empty glasses he didn't very well expect them to be back anytime soon worse yet try to start something with him. He wasn't a small fellow by any means but neither was his competitor. The man was a behemoth, towering a good head taller than Raphael, he'd taken bigger threats but that didn't mean he would underestimate the threat.
"Find a new spot bruh." He'd say calmly enough taking that moment to down a portion of his old-fashioned to give off the heir of superiority. It was like school, half the battle was about appearances. Though that being said he couldn't very well defend himself or even anticipate an attack his back turned to an opponent.
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Post by Lexington on Apr 20, 2015 17:10:35 GMT -5
"You're kidding me, right? You're really gunna say that to me bud? Get outta here" Lexington stepped closer to the stranger and attempted to push him out of 'his' seat. If he was successful, Lex would occupy the spot and say one last remark to the stranger. "Go learn some fuckin' manners."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2015 18:20:38 GMT -5
Raphael would smirk having less than any contempt for someone who called dibs on a seat. Something so paltry really was quite silly to consider. That was until he'd received a push of sorts from his chair. A bit more forceful than he'd expect and certainly he'd been an unwilling victim the result wouldn't have changed as Raphael was lurched from his seat managing to spill what was left of his drink over the counter and into the remaining glasses. An almost certain uproar from neighboring patrons as well as the bartender as he careened over managing to stabilize his descent by grabbing the counter side and kneeling over. His attacker who had taken up his previous spot next quickly managed a taunt in his position.
Now most would say, it ain't worth it. But Raph wasn't most people, in fact he was pretty pissed now wearing most of his previous drink as well as a cocktail of entrails from the previous patrons. Reeling his foot back he'd plant it not into his foe but at the bar stool he'd lost knocking a leg from it or two forcing the thing to clatter over. If his foe had seen fit to get cozy in it would result in a domino effect of tripping up shit, however there was always still the option of just standing up or staggering aside. All the same Raphael would plant a second kick, this one more nimble than the first to strike as he'd kick at the remains of descending objects, if it happened to be Lex he'd kick for the guy's ass, not exactly a prized position as that shit was fat but timely given Raph's prone position. If however Lex had managed a counter his kick would find shards of the clattering chair mid-descent and launch them haphazardly upwards into the face of his foe.
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Post by Naoki Reiaki on Apr 22, 2015 7:09:23 GMT -5
"What the fuck Sera? This isn't the place at all!" Naoki exclaimed as Sera lead him into a club, so that's what the fake ID's were for. after this, he was going g to have to choke her for forcing him here. However, he cant remember the way out of this place, so he was forced to just sit back and watch. Sera looked at him with a smile and tipped her fedora forwards. "Relax nerd boy, I heard you have been getting into a lot of fights recently and decided to show you what a real fight is." Sera examined as she crossed her arms. "Or you can just remain a pussy forever, just be a fucking man and watch how these people fight. In fact, it seemed like two people are about to go at it."
Naoki tilted his head to the side to see that one of them was Lex, and he seemed to be in a screaming match against some other guy. He remembered the last time he fought Lex, it took about a minute to cripple Naoki while the magician was fighting at his best. "This better be interesting Sera or its your ass." Naoki said as he watched with his armscrossed and his facial expression neutral.
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Post by Lexington on Apr 24, 2015 17:18:40 GMT -5
After making his remark to the neer'do well, Lexington turned his focus to the rest of people at the table. He was about to extend his hand out to greet another club member "Name's Le--" Suddenly Lex was cut off by the sound of a loud shatter. He immediately fell backwards, his immediate reaction was to extend his left and right arms back to brace himself in the event of the fall. Before landing he got kicked in the backside by his assumed assailant. As Lex lands on the ground, he rolls away from the stranger and curls up into a ball, trying to protect himself from danger. When it seems like the coast is clear, Lex stands up. "Alright."
Lexington takes two strides over to the seat back remains of the chair and picks it up swiftly in one swoop, he continues his run over towards the stranger and swings the remaining back of the chair at the mystery fighters chest.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2015 18:37:00 GMT -5
Raph would smirk, getting himself back up to his feet rather composed considering the statuesque fall over, most fighters with half a mind of self preservation would prepare for the next strike but feeling a slight tinge of the alcohol running through his system and as some would call it liquid courage Raphael would pat down his chest and get upright having figured himself to be in the clear. How wrong he was as the man quickly rebutted taking out the remains of the chair on him.
'Shit!'
Bold eyes would retort in shock as Raphael brought hands up to visor his face however that wasn't the intended target, Lex striking out at his chest. Partial guard granted by his forearms from the blow but it still ringing true dead center.
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Once again Raphael was on his back feeling the pounding heat on his chest being laid out. He really was hoping that this wasn't going to be all too repetitive a rendition as he was getting older,stiff back and all. Looking up he didn't expect much of a counter, most fighters waited up on opponents to rise before putting them back in the dirt. With a swipe Raphael would motion his left hand clasping up a hand full of partially shattered glasses that had fallen in the initial strike. The action would bring up a screen of glass shards and alcohol to burn in the presuming motion. Raphael wasn't unscathed by this, his left hand taking two shards one in the underside of his palm and the other in his lower forearm. Relatively small but stung like a bitch.
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Post by Lexington on Apr 30, 2015 9:40:10 GMT -5
The loud snapping and crashing sounds being made by the scuffle surely would have caught the attention of some club members. Lexington wanted to finish off the stranger, but didn't want to just walk over and start pounding on him. Too often has that happened. "Sarah, Vivian, Regulators, That thug that robbed me.. These are just a few people on a long list that I've fucked up." Lexington said as he stood he within ear shot of his opponent. Watching his opponent slowly get up, the dark male took a step towards his enemy only for him to throw a handful of shattered glass and liquid at him. Immediate reaction was to close his eyes and guard his face, which he did. However Lexington did sustain minor cuts from the thrown glass, his left forearm had several small horizontal cuts.
"Didn't see that coming. So tell me before I continue to beat your ass. What's your name boy?" Lexington still kept his eyes guarded, but decided against the thought of opening them. At least until the fighter tried to attack him first
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2015 12:22:15 GMT -5
Raphael would stagger upright again to his full height once more a bit slow on the recovery but he'd figured that his body was designed to take a beating not necessarily to be constantly on his toes to respond. As ever a balanced out fighter would be expected to he didn't stand out in very much fields other than his knack for taking abuse.
"It's Raphael, but just go with Raph." He'd form a cocky sort of grin entirely unwarranted, this guy was leagues ahead of Raphael and his boy comment was warranted. Out of his league and further so outclassed Raphael had loads to learn and at this point he'd already forgotten why the pair started fighting, all he knew was that he wanted to enjoy this bit. A fight was a fight but dueling against someone who stood above you, well there was no greater privileged to him.
"You'll be too out of breath to manage the full bit."
Finishing his 'daring' trash talk the boy would lunge forward on his left foot throwing a small uppercut jab with his left fist to Lex's chin hoping that the cautious approach of closed eyes would buy him enough tome to deliver the blow. Raphael's right hand would linger back still to protect his face. While throwing the punch though Raphael could feel the weak nature of it as the shards of glass digging into his palm seemed to sap him somewhat.
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Post by Lexington on May 2, 2015 13:54:25 GMT -5
Lexington still stood there with his eyes closed as he listened to the challenger reveal his name. Raphael. That name stuck in the teen's head as he awaited some type of movement. A few moments passed by until Lexington felt his opponent's uppercut hit him square in the chin. He opened his eyes and took a half step back, he brought his left leg back to capture his balance. He then brought the same left leg forward with some speed and attempted to knee Raphael in the stomach with enough force to cause him to bend over. If he bent over, then Lexington would slap both of Raphael's ears in an attempt to disorient him even more. From there he would try to quickly position a bent over Raphael's head in between his legs and clench on his head with his thighs. Lexington would then try to grip Raphael's waist and pick him up swiftly. As his opponents body went up, Lexington would release Raphael's head from his thighs, keeping Raphael in the air only long enough for Lexington to slam him down on his back in a Powerbomb drop. Lastly, instead of finishing the combination of moves with a final strike. Lexington would re position his hands, moving them from Raphael's lower waist to his legs, he would hook his arms around Raphael's legs and flip Raphael's body over. The force of the powerbomb was hopefully enough to put him out of the fight, but to make sure. Lexington, now in an almost full sitting position, pulled back on Raphael's legs trying to bend them in the direction of his head. "Trust me, it's not easy getting slammed onto your back like that."
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 20:31:28 GMT -5
Raphael was prepared for a strike, yeah he was. As he'd continue to tell himself this attacking his opponent outright and taking the first blow like a man the world would clatter in a loud eruption, his senses taking a major beating with a slap to the ears. Sense of direction and focus collateral as he was bent over. Now at this point he wasn't sure quite where he was in this whole mess was upside down or he was. As it just so happened it'd be him boy.
Crunch.. Smack. Kerpow. Lights out? Not so much but he was good and out of fight. The boy lingering there on the floor no longer making an effort to get up, Raphael's body seemingly rolling about without any real sense of direction or control. His ass hurt, shock up his spine sent his limbs into noodle spasms. He probably wouldn't shit for a week.
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Post by Lexington on May 4, 2015 20:38:39 GMT -5
Hearing his opponent nearly gasp for air, Lexington simply let go off his opponents legs and stood up. "There's no point in me moving you, I'd probably make it worse, so I'm just going to let the bartender get this one.." Lexington walked over to the bar "Yo man, you got a uh clean up overhere." Lexington then walked out the front door.
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