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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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Pocketful of Punches [Sarah Crestwall]
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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 4, 2015 20:06:16 GMT -5
The Kid Is Alright The boy woke up groaning, lifting his head up and immediately letting it slam back because of the soreness... which ended up being an equally painful. Woozily, he lifted up his chest from his backwards sprawled decision to find that he was already laying on top of a low cement wall, his upper back bent upwards against a neighboring, higher wall. It was hard to breathe, so he pushed himself up into more of a sitting position. First thing was first, he squeezed and flexed his hands, arms and legs and felt his right hand didn't seem to want to move. "SmaaASHH..." After relocating back in his right shoulder, he squeezed his left hand underneath himself to check his kilt's bag (which really made lying down uncomfortable and did not make for a good resting position on his spine) to fenangle about with the inside. Yes, the two truffles and the acorn were still intact and still in their extra packaging, which in this case was two brown paper bags. He pushed himself up backwards against the wall, smiling, triumphantly. Another successful day of play. He looked over at some of the other unconscious bodies of some of the other students. They were at the back of school, near where the trash bins were at. A few people were missing, perhaps those who had won the overall brawl, while the losers were left to sit out here, baking in the sun. His gut still felt rather punched in and the blind side of his face felt a little scuffed up, but he smiled down at the view. He already felt a second wind coming up. Anyone who looked at him could easily have mistaken him for being the victor of this fight... "Smash. x_^"
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on May 4, 2015 20:18:32 GMT -5
"Smash. x_^"
Sarah stretched as she made her way out of the school to find somewhere to smoke. She had recently taken up the habit after being turned onto it by Varus, and found that it actually helped a lot with anxiety as well as with the pain of her ribs. It especially helped her to also feel really good at school from time to time when she wasn't too focused anyway, or when she felt a little hyperactive.
In this case she didn't even get to the joint because someone had littered up her smoking area with the bodies of some losers. Of course, one person stood among the rest, a guy who looked similar to Macht... but with a kilt on. That was, a bit strange. She hadn't seen many kilt's around.
"Hey... you look a lot like my boyfriend, you do all this?" She asked as she looked around, "That's really impressive. I'm still not convinced you're like... maybe a different personality of his... but the hair is all wrong. I mean the color yes but his has texture to it and it's a bit shorter." She held out a hand, "I'm Sarah, and I'd love to find out how you did all this first hand."
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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 5, 2015 19:15:46 GMT -5
Practice What You Know ...Thankfully, the boy's legs were close enough together that it wasn't like Sarah would find herself looking up his kilt from the low angle. As Sarah got close to the boy, she'd be able to see that he was wearing a... ah. A dog collar, it looked like. And it clearly had a nametag that read: Tuvlan But he turned immediately as he heard the girl's footsteps. He braced, his smile still looking deceivingly calm as though he were genuinely happy with himself (and he was). "Hey... you look a lot like my boyfriend, you do all this?" "Smash?" the boy replied, pointing at himself with a light tilt of his head. Apparently, he looked like something of hers. A 'bogfiend'? What was that? He tapped the side of his head, looking upward, trying to unstuck some of the dried blood stuck in his ear. He was having a little difficulty hearing this girl. "That's really impressive. I'm still not convinced you're like... maybe a different personality of his... but the hair is all wrong. I mean the color yes but his has texture to it and it's a bit shorter,"---to which, the boy raised a brow. Was... Was she making fun of his attire? Or was she giving him fashion advice? Either way, the boy didn't really see how it mattered and continued to look at the girl curiously. "I'm Sarah, and I'd love to find out how you did all this first hand," the red-haired lady said, reaching out her hand. And the boy froze. He looked down at first and then at her extended hand. 'Oh my God' 'Does' 'Does she think I was the master of this wall?' (Granted, his thoughts were nowhere near as coherent as even that... and also it was more like a cement low wall or a cement bench, but---) Immediately, the boy thought of her. The LARGE PINK RABBIT. Ruler of the garden wall. Giver of treats and player of acorns. Was this girl looking for praise like unexpectedly was? ... As Sarah reached out a hand for him, he would reach a hand over hers from his sitting position and show exactly how long his arm was as he... patted her on top of the head. Very solemnly, he gave her a nod of approval, before looking back. He reached for his snack---an untouched piece of jerky, still in its wrapping and handed it to the red-haired girl. "Smash." ['Good person. Take it.']
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on May 5, 2015 22:53:58 GMT -5
"Smash?" Was all the guy had said and tilted his head. She noticed a dog collar with a nametag on it and thought it had said Tuvlan which sounded a little strange. Still she watched him as he seemed to express a lot of confusion and seemed to be preoccupied with something on his head. He just sorta watched her throughout her talking and everything.
The boy reached a hand out to hers only, it kept going? And it patted her on the head. Something was... up with this guy. She wasn't quite sure what was going on but it was definitely a bit strange to experience. She grinned though, and lit up a little that he was so cute. She even felt her lips part in a more honest smile as he produced a stick of jerky and handed it her way.
"Smash."
She took the jerky and opened it, not wanting to be rude. She took a bite and smiled up toward him. After swallowing it she said, "Thank you! Hey, uh, Tuvlan? That's your name right? Is there... is there any reason you keep saying smash, like is that the only word you can say?"
She was sure that if the answer was 'smash' she would be onto something. She would continue to nibble away at the Jerky and look up toward the red haired new friend she had just gotten. Or possibly new pet, she wasn't quite sure yet.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 8, 2015 19:13:48 GMT -5
...But Dangerous Red Kind's hair felt pleasant in the brief patting. It wasn't sticky or stuck together like his usually was at the end of the day. It had a soft bounce to it, springing back up under his fingers. Inwardly, he approved. "Thank you! Hey, uh, Tuvlan? That's your name right?" The boy's eye lit up and he nodded vigorously in response. He found himself enthralled and the words were soft and questioning, rather than filled with a harsher, staccatoed rhythm that he associated with impending "playtime." He would not think of the word for it, but the boy found himself in a state of being pleased. "=)" "Is there... is there any reason you keep saying smash, like is that the only word you can say?" ...Promptly followed by a small bout of confusion. The boy raised up a brow, tilting his head ever so slightly. His sharp chin wiggled slightly to the right, as though physically chewing a word like a nut. He would shrug to Red Kind and himself, not really certain what she meant. Long fingers scratched against the stitches on the left shaved part of his scalp, pensively as he looked into Red Kind's eyes. From her posturing, it would not look like a safe thing to do, the skin barely looking even just healed. She would then find him pointing at her, just above between her eyes, at her forehead. "Smash?" he seemed to inquire. ['And who are you?'] ---There would be a lull followed by some groaning. If Red Kind (Sarah) found herself looking back quickly at the boy (Tuvlan), she would see a dramatic change fall over his face. His pupil dilated and his teeth were bared, smiling broadly---frighteningly, and the boy would be on his feet immediately, rising to a full 6'2, just an inch over her. And he looked immensely excited. "Oh... FUCKin'... my head!" a voice would curdle on over, "I swear, if I see that shit a---YOU." There was anger in the rising kid's face. And the boy reflexively responded by smiling even broader, as impossible as it seemed. Perhaps the boy could be a friend. Even a pet. But he also might need some... disciplining.
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on May 15, 2015 20:21:16 GMT -5
"Smash?" He had said again as he pointed to her forehead, dead center. She looked cross-eyed at the finger before guessing at what it must have meant. She noted the stitches that he had been scratching at and couldn't help but wonder what kind of accident he might have suffered. Was that the reason for the patch? Was that the reason for saying Smash as opposed to anything else? Was that the reason he wore a kilt?
Not that Sarah was trying to judge or anything.
"I'm Sarah, if that's what you're asking! Sarah Louise Crestwell. But, you can call me Smash-Smash if that helps." She gave a soft smile and hoped that it wasn't being rude to suggest that. She figured he had something going on, some sort of mental or social disability, possibly physical beyond the eye all things considered.
"Oh... FUCKin'... my head! I swear, if I see that shit a---YOU." A person seemed to have woken up among the defeated people. Sarah was quick to step in though, she saw Tuvlan smile but didn't see him act besides that.
Placing herself between the guy and Tuvlan she addressed the guy, "If you know what's good for you, you'll walk away." She pointed at the guy and grit her teeth in a bit of a frown, one hand would reach back and gently reach to hold Tuvlan's hand. She wasn't about to let someone pick on this disabled kid, even if the disabled kid had managed to kick these guys' asses. It was just... wrong!
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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 17, 2015 20:20:43 GMT -5
He Should've Listened Theme Song: Enemy In Sight from Armored Core Verdict Day "I'm Sarah, if that's what you're asking! Sarah Louise Crestwell. But, you can call me Smash-Smash if that helps." "Smash... Smash... Smash-Smash?" The boy nodded to himself, thinking. It was one of the few times that he had actually exchanged names with someone outside of a classroom. It wasn't unpleasant. But "Sarah Louise Crestwell" was sort of long.
...Sarah. The boy nodded to affirmative, trying to cement this name in his head, when the other student awoke. He stood up, smiling broadly, but Sarah was quick to interject herself between the two, even as the boy began stomping forward towards the guy. He halted, looking at the back of her head, which obstructed him from the "playmate." "If you know what's good for you, you'll walk away," she said and the boy watched her, reaching out for his hand, without even looking at him. His gaze would... surprisingly soften. "BITCH, I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND THE SITUA---" ---A flurry of red streaked forward AS THE BOY CHARGED PAST SARAH. She would see him land practically on top of the fellow accompanied with an incredibly uncomfortable sounding *CRUNCH* and begin wailing his fists at him, clearly taking the initiative. "SMAAASH!!!" Screaming followed promptly by silence. And for once, the boy wasn't quite smiling. Perhaps he recognized the word? Perhaps he recognized it and how it wasn't aimed at him? Or perhaps Sarah had gotten in his way of having "playtime?" ---And if she did actively grab his hand, he would have dragged her with him to witness the punching. The look of horror going over the guy's face. But otherwise, the boy would have actually ran past her and she would have felt nothing but air. However, If Sarah didn't do anything...
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on May 18, 2015 5:31:30 GMT -5
A horrific sight to say the least, but also one that had Sarah smiling a bit and definitely looking at this guy through a different light. He wasn't just a victim of something, he was very good at fighting. Maybe that's where the word Smash came from after all. She felt the boy rush and while she had been tempted to stop him she instead allowed it to happen and watched fists fly and terrible sounds come from the boy.
"I told you, if you knew what was good you'd walk away. You just can't warn some people, Tuvlan." She walked over and put a hand gently on the boy's shoulder and gently guide him to turn toward her before planting a small kiss on the boy's forehead. "Thanks for 'defending my honor' or whatever it is that compelled you to bust his face in for using the B word."
She would ruffle TuVlan's hair. "You like to fight huh? Or is it more like you just happen to fight a lot?"
She had a feeling the answer was Smash. She looked at the horror on the face of the guy who had been punched. She was tempted to punch him herself. Her fist tightened as she looked at the asshole. What situation didn't she get? As far as she knew this kid had gotten into a fight and had done very well for himself. That was nothing new in a place like this, and certainly nothing to call her a bitch over.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 19, 2015 17:46:04 GMT -5
Whatever face the boy was making would have to be seen another time, as shortly after he charged ahead, he lost himself in the sudden bloodlust. "I told you, if you knew what was good you'd walk away. You just can't warn some people, Tuvlan." He felt a hand go over shoulder, making the boy flinch roughly, and perhaps Sarah would get the vibe that he was about to whirl about and onto her, but he would stop when he saw her face, his fists still poised over the re-defeated student. His face had taken on a gleeful expression, like a child in an amusement park, but a few new red splotches on his face. But the hand used was, again, the gentle and firm type. Sarah would find the boy pliable in his crouching position as he was turned towards her, rather clumsily turning himself about with his long, squatting legs. And then she started to do the slowest headbutt to his forehead... ...With her lips. It wouldn't have been the first time. He had vague recollections of someone an older looking woman when he was a smaller boy doing it on occasion, when she wasn't yelling. He remembered his first playmate, one with red hair and green hair like his doing so---but that was with blocks and toys and far less crying. And it happened once while Warmth was taking care of him. These slow headbutts didn't make much sense to him (they were hardly effective), but they were on par with a real one in terms of pleasantness. One was exhilarating... the other, tender. "Thanks for 'defending my honor' or whatever it is that compelled you to bust his face in for using the B word." "=D!?" He had no real idea what put that on, but clearly, Sarah wanted to "play"---except her hands were mostly at her sides, she was speaking calmly, and her expression was equally so. The boy seemed to register this as something akin to Rabbit's extension of her hand for rewarding---the same sensation seemed to follow after it. The boy had already long forgotten the original intent, as though a switch had been turned on and off within a matter of seconds. He looked up pleased at the "slow headbutt," but ponderously so. "You like to fight huh? Or is it more like you just happen to fight a lot?" "Smash! =D" He smiled broadly at Sarah, in affirmative. Perhaps at one, perhaps at both... Speaking of... The boy slowly stood up, rather refreshed. He pointed finger at her and then himself, and then punched into his fist into his left palm a few times for emphasis. Sarah would perhaps not realize this, but this was a rare invitation to "play." As well as an offer to refuse. Habit(s) Observed:
-Tuvlan can enter into "Playtime" whenever cursing is used angrily. His focus will be the original curse-speaker(s).
-Tuvlan can enter into "Playtime" whenever there is loud shouting. His focus will be on the original shouter(s).
Lesson Learned: -"Slow Headbutts" do not require "Playtime." Probably.
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on May 23, 2015 17:42:02 GMT -5
The guy seemed to be taken care of easily as Sarah observed some more of his strange behavior. He was set off by things in a way that seemed to come naturally for him. He didn't seem to completely check out or anything but if truth be told he might already be checked out. She was probably more curious about this boy than she had been about a great deal of many other things.
"Smash! =D"
That answered her question, though he pointed at her and then back at him and then started making punching motions. So he was able to communicate quite well with this. She wanted to teach him how to use sign language, deciding that this might be some style of mutism where he could only say one thing. She thought about the idea and though she'd feel bad she knew that she wouldn't exactly beat the shit out of the guy or anything, but a spar would be nice.
She nodded her head before backing up and putting her fists up, giving him a wink as she would take a kickboxing stance, her fists would open gently so that she could catch anything but would otherwise be leading with her left side, her eyes on the boys eye trying to gauge if he was a good fighter or if he was just really really strong and all that.
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