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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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NEKKID RASSLIN' [Raphael/Open to Spectators]
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Post by Sebastian Ruthkowski on Apr 20, 2015 21:04:33 GMT -5
Ne pas exécuter de mon amour Stop light, lock the door. Don't look back. Undress in the dark. And hide from you, all of you. You'll never know. The way your words have haunted me. I can't believe you'd ask these things of me. You don't know me now or never. You belong to me. My snow white queen. There's nowhere to run. So let's just get it over. Soon my love, you'll see. You're just like me. Don't scream anymore, my love. 'Cause all I want is you. Wake up in a dream. Frozen fear. All your hands on me. I can't scream, I can't scream. I can't escape. The twisted way you think of me. I feel you in my dreams. And I don't sleep, I don't sleep. See you belong to me
My snow white queen. There's nowhere to run
So let's just get it over. Soon my love, you'll see. You're just like me. Don't scream anymore, my love. 'Cause all I want is you. Can't save your life. Though nothing I bleed for. Is more tormenting. I'm losing my mind. And you just stand there. And stare as my world divides. You belong to me. My snow white queen. There's nowhere to run. So let's just get it over. Soon my love, you'll see. You're just like me. Don't scream anymore, my love. 'Cause all I want is you. All I want is you. All I want is you. All I want is you | . |
▼ @raphael ▼ #### ▼ notes let's get nekkid ▼ Sebastian had quite the workout today, having spent his free period (which followed PT) in the gym. He'd set new bars for himself, and it only helped that every single rep he imagined Katsumi on top of the weight. When he did his pull-ups, he imagined her on his back; when he did bench presses, he imagined her curled around the bar, etc. He'd gotten in a much better pump than usual, as well, so he could still feel the adrenaline running through his body, even when he was finished. For a guy like Sebastian, that was a dangerous thing.
Following his workout, the large stalker found himself in the showers. Currently, he was the only one present, and as such he hid nothing. In the midst of scrubbing his bare, chiseled chest, the bar of soap the man held slipped out of his grasp, falling against the floor and sliding across it, following the path of the water as it ventured toward the drain. With a grumble, Sebastian followed it, bending down and reaching for his bar of soap. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2015 1:15:53 GMT -5
[Had a few to drink I figure I'll be making quick posts at least for tonight. also please forgive mah typos....]
Raphael had spent the day ripping it, muscles I mean. He'd spent far too long a time at this school being fodder and wanted to become one of the elite. At the very least on of the few at the middle tier to be treated with some semblance of respect. Quirked brow and smirking features he'd rep his fair share in the gym today only to be one upped by another compatriot just before him. Damn that guy was going all out. With the sounding of the end bell he'd trace his way after the fellow a bit antsy to know his secret and with a little lacking of self control himself finding himself now down to nothing and the other boy as well.
"Nice job today..." a comment made entering the room before.... *Fwoooosh*
His feet giving out as he'd entered the showers ending up pelvis to bottom with the other boy.... assuming... please god he'd hopefully moved out of the way...
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Post by Sebastian Ruthkowski on Apr 21, 2015 22:00:40 GMT -5
Ne pas exécuter de mon amour Stop light, lock the door. Don't look back. Undress in the dark. And hide from you, all of you. You'll never know. The way your words have haunted me. I can't believe you'd ask these things of me. You don't know me now or never. You belong to me. My snow white queen. There's nowhere to run. So let's just get it over. Soon my love, you'll see. You're just like me. Don't scream anymore, my love. 'Cause all I want is you. Wake up in a dream. Frozen fear. All your hands on me. I can't scream, I can't scream. I can't escape. The twisted way you think of me. I feel you in my dreams. And I don't sleep, I don't sleep. See you belong to me
My snow white queen. There's nowhere to run
So let's just get it over. Soon my love, you'll see. You're just like me. Don't scream anymore, my love. 'Cause all I want is you. Can't save your life. Though nothing I bleed for. Is more tormenting. I'm losing my mind. And you just stand there. And stare as my world divides. You belong to me. My snow white queen. There's nowhere to run. So let's just get it over. Soon my love, you'll see. You're just like me. Don't scream anymore, my love. 'Cause all I want is you. All I want is you. All I want is you. All I want is you | . |
▼ @raphael ▼ #### ▼ notes keep it to one line please ▼ Feeling the pelvis against his buttcheeks, Sebastian gripped the soap tightly and stood straight up, though he remained in the same spot. For a moment, he was quiet, simply scrubbing the soap against his genitals before turning to face the man who'd made questionable physical contact with him. Sebastian eyed him up and down curiously, immediately making note of the single eye and figuring the two shared a class, or at least a session or two in the gym.
"Can I help you?" he asked plainly, staring into the man's eye without halting the genital scrubbing. Unless Raphael moved, he and Sebastian were likely to cross swords, or at least tap blades... and Sebastian didn't particularly mind. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 13:47:30 GMT -5
Can I help you?
The voice would usher, for the most part more nonchalant that what he'd initially expected because right about now Raphael was in frozen statue mode. Don't move, don't make eye contact its vision is based on movement. However foolishly Raphael would speak up mouthing out echoes of words.
"Uh....wanna fight?" He realized the oddity of the comment as he'd still hadn't managed to remove himself from the situation feeling awkward as hell holding onto Seb's hips for support on the slippery tile.
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Post by Sebastian Ruthkowski on Apr 24, 2015 2:54:07 GMT -5
Ne pas exécuter de mon amour Stop light, lock the door. Don't look back. Undress in the dark. And hide from you, all of you. You'll never know. The way your words have haunted me. I can't believe you'd ask these things of me. You don't know me now or never. You belong to me. My snow white queen. There's nowhere to run. So let's just get it over. Soon my love, you'll see. You're just like me. Don't scream anymore, my love. 'Cause all I want is you. Wake up in a dream. Frozen fear. All your hands on me. I can't scream, I can't scream. I can't escape. The twisted way you think of me. I feel you in my dreams. And I don't sleep, I don't sleep. See you belong to me
My snow white queen. There's nowhere to run
So let's just get it over. Soon my love, you'll see. You're just like me. Don't scream anymore, my love. 'Cause all I want is you. Can't save your life. Though nothing I bleed for. Is more tormenting. I'm losing my mind. And you just stand there. And stare as my world divides. You belong to me. My snow white queen. There's nowhere to run. So let's just get it over. Soon my love, you'll see. You're just like me. Don't scream anymore, my love. 'Cause all I want is you. All I want is you. All I want is you. All I want is you | . |
▼ @raphael ▼ #### ▼ notes gettin' uncomfortable, aw yee. ▼ The man didn't back away, which was certainly... odd, for most people. Sebastian had no qualms with the proximity or physical contact, but he was aware most others did, and found that contact like this would often trigger a rather brash reaction from many. His confusion was evident in his cocked brow, and as the other man spoke, he suddenly got the feeling that he was being hit on. Sebastian wasn't really sure whether to feel flattered or very, very, very uncomfortable.
"You do mean fight, I hope?" he asked plainly, heavily stressing the word. Nonchalantly, his hands rose up to grip the other man's shoulders, and his thumbs ran along the bare skin. He needed to decide how to approach this, maybe find a way to let this cyclops down easy. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2015 18:27:56 GMT -5
"You do mean fight, I hope?"
Raph wasn't sure what to make of that, the exemplary emphasis on the word fight. Was there some sort of miscommunication. Given the proximity he wasn't sure on whose behalf it was considering that by all accounts it was in fact Raphael who was in the wrong here but all the same he thought he made his attempts across quite clearly.... unless. He'd made a terrible mistake!
Raphael's eyes went bold as the boy Sebastian motioned hands along his shoulder's touching him a little more than he'd like, by all accounts had this motion been made aggressively he would have assumed it to be a fighting pose but given their frames well lets just say that Raph didn't swing that way... so he figured. Brashly Raphael would lurch backwards extending his arms out fully pushing the boy away, finding himself however once again mixed up in the sloppiness of the shower floor.
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