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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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Just How Dogs Do It. [Phobe]
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I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction. I'm right where I should be. Don't try and fix me..
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 30, 2014 19:14:00 GMT -5
"Yeaah, I got a bike. It's the only true love of my life.. Haha. I wouldn't say I'm an expert mechanic, I've grown up around a lot of it though.
After he had returned words to her questions, he had heard her mention that she would miss fighting. That was a little funny to Austin, considering he couldn't really picture her fighting at the moment. It did seem like she enjoyed it though. Austin enjoyed a good fight. But sometimes he enjoyed the pain that came with it and the damage he dealt to others, even more.
"Alright, well.. I got an idea. Sometime soon, you are gonna let me take you out for a ride.. And when you're all healthy again, we are gonna go a round or two.. I wanna see what you can do with those hands."
He would give her a little smirk after he spoke, shadow boxing as best he could with bags in one hand and a dog on a leash in the other. As he had initially guessed, Phoebe seemed like a tough cookie. And he wanted to see what she was made of himself. Those hazel hues dropping as he passed by the dog poop on the ground. Nope, no baggy. That little land mine was staying right where it was.
"Sound good? I'm gonna need a number.."
Yes, Austin had no issues asking for her number. It wasn't like he had never asked a girl before. He was just trying to make one friend at least. If it lead to something else down the road, he would take that path when he came to it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2015 11:27:31 GMT -5
"That's really good that you have something you're passionate about~ And as long as you are, you'll get better and better. Maybe even an expert one day!" Too many people didn't appreciate things nowadays, let alone be passionate about them. "You said you shoot guns sometimes, too..? That's pretty cool. I haven't, ever. I've never held a gun, either, so..~ But they make me a little nervous."
She grinned, somewhat sheepish at those admittances. And though it seemed like she would miss fighting, she really left it open because...any physical activity was a strain right now. And not being able to do anything would drive her up the wall.
She might even scuttle about on the ceiling if she got crazy enough!
But the brunette perked at the mention of riding. And, because the implication of more - uhm - naughty things didn't go over her head, she blushed. But being the good-natured sort she was, she just focused on what he said, rather than what was implied.
"Ah~! I'd really like that! It won't be my first time on a bike, but I really enjoyed it when I rode before~" Her gaze sharpened, tracking his mock shadow boxing with the bags in his hands...and decided he wasn't too shabby at all. It would be fun to fight him! Now if only her ribs weren't busted, she would have said they could have a go at one another right now!
But they were. And they'd take time to heal. She wasn't sure if having something to look forward to made it better or worse for having to wait. Still, her eyes brightened again as he finished and mentioned needing her number to contact her.
"Oh! My number~? Yeah, sure, it's...uhm. I'll give you a moment to get your phone out~? Haha, do you need to?"
If he did or said he was good with numbers, she would easily give her number to him. She had no issues with it. Riding with and fighting him were going to be fun! And she liked him just fine, and thought they'd make good friends. Austin certainly seemed friendly enough, and, he hadn't tried the things Mark had. Which was a bonus!
Yes. They'd get along well, she could feel it!
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 8, 2015 0:56:14 GMT -5
Knuckles would pull out his personal cell phone, not one of the burners he used. He was pretty good with numbers, but this would just make things easier. As she said her number, he would dial it into his contacts, saving it under 'Golden Gloves'. He would lift those eyes once more and give her a smile and nod.
"Sweet.. Good to go then. I'll give you a call sometime soon. Thanks for keeping Grimm company. He's a sucker for cute girls."
Giving a short chuckle, Austin would crouch down again and pet at the black, gray and white puppy. This little guy sure had come in handy this day. They always did say girls were attracted to puppies. He would stand once again, extending the arm which held some of her bags. The outlaw would help her adjust, before he would speak to her once again.
"Stay safe, Golden Gloves."
And with his final words, the teenage biker would turn and begin walking the way he had come with Phoebe. Before he was out of sight he would cast those hazel hues backwards for one last look to Phoebe, turning away with a slight smile.
This day had certainly turned out different than expected. Knuckles had not planned to meet anyone today, let alone that girl back there. But it was nice, he had forgotten all his worries, even if it had only been short-lived. Partly out of a strange excitement and partly because of the puppy he was with, Austin would begin to run up the pathway and away from his new friend.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2015 10:51:56 GMT -5
"Alright~! ...heehee, well, Grimm is pretty adorable. And friendly. I'd think he wouldn't be choosy about company so long as they treat him right."
There was a slight blush midway through her response. Yeahhh, she got the sly parallel. But it didn't bother her, for her overall disposition didn't dim.
She shifted to accept the bags back with a sound of discomfort, but she offered a wide smile to compensate. She didn't want him to worry.
"Thanks for help carrying these groceries. I really appreciate it~! See you, Austin~ Bye Grimm!"
She took a few steps forward and watched Austin's own backtracking with a smile. By the time Austin himself would turn back, he'd see Phoebe walking along, intent on getting home as quickly as her damaged ribs would allow. If they hadn't been busted, she might have skipped or swung her arms, as she was definitely in chipper spirits. But she would take a right turn and begin to head out of the park.
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