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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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Spring Fling - Dance floor~ [[EVENT]]
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Post by Sage Honeysett on May 26, 2015 19:30:00 GMT -5
Sage entered the dance floor wearing a pretty pink dress that made his small girly figure rather adorable. For once he didn't bring any weapons as they were forbidden, but he did have his Mikey plushie which he held close to his chest. As he walked around the gym he had a rather faraway look, like he wasn't there. Well Sage did love to dance and sing, but he hand no one to go with. It wasn't like he was embarrassed or anything, but so many other people with dates made him feel like he stood out. Sage wandered to a dark corner of the dance floor to just watch the people in the room. There were some he knew and some he didn't and most of all he didn't care. Sage looks at his Mikey plushie and sadly huggles it as he watches everyone with disinterest.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on May 26, 2015 19:35:21 GMT -5
Kyou nodded at Gerard. "It might be polite where you're from, and I suppose it is kind of formal, but... it's not really used here much. You'll give off the wrong idea," he said with a shrug. He watched the other students pour in and start to interact with each other, and he even noticed the third pillar all dressed up for the event. Vivi was sipping punch awkwardly before nearly choking on it and trying to keep calm afterward--her expression clearly stating that she felt out of place and hoped no one else would realize. Kyou smiled lightly at himself, starting to feel relieved. So he wasn't the only person who felt like a complete fish out of water... He walked over to Vivi and said with a gentle tone of voice, "Good evening, Miss Perish. You look really pretty tonight. But... uh... are you alright?" He tried to strike up a conversation with her, in hopes to make her feel less awkward and uncomfortable with the atmosphere of being at a dance.
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Post by Melanie Rose on May 26, 2015 19:35:46 GMT -5
Melanie walked into the gym after the way too invasive searches were completed. ~I really don't think he needed to spend that much time patting down my chest~ She didn't have a purse. She just usually kept her money in her bra. It worked out well and people would have a harder time trying to steal from her.She straightened out her dress fidgeting with the chest and hoping it would fit like it had before. She looked around the room and saw it. It was perfect. THE PUNCH BOWL! She was so thirsty she didn't really care what flavor it was. She went right to it and took down 4 cups before she noticed Vivi was standing there too. "Oh wow! You look great! how did you get your hair to do that? I just gave up on mine after an hour of trying." She would laugh nervously and gulp down another cup and look around. There were quite a few people here. Maybe she could find some people to hang out with if Vivi took off again.
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Post by Jenesis Winklewood on May 26, 2015 19:43:51 GMT -5
Lachlan made his way to the entrance where a girl with blond hair was standing, she wasn't wearing semi-formal clothes at all, but at least Lachlan was wearing a button up and nice skinny jeans. Lachlan approached the entrance and looked at the aforementioned girl and said, "Uhm, excuse me." Lachlan looked at all the people in the gym and was intimidated by the clothing choice of many girls and boys, the category for clothing was stupid or FORMAL with all capitals cause they were so overdone. "Whoops. My bad."
Jenesis moved over to the wall to avoid blocking the entrance. Though, she kind of felt a little better when she saw how this dude was dressed. Not completely over the top...but still semi-formal. Jenesis looked down at her clothes and LITERALLY smacked herself on the forehead.
So stupid.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2015 19:47:18 GMT -5
Lachlan walked past then he saw food, thank the merciful lord there was food! He went over by the food and only took punch, yep once he got there he really didn't feel that hungry, Lachlan saw the other to girls by the punch and walked closer and put on his genuine smile anytime he started conversation, "Hi." Lachlan awkwardly said, "What the hell am I thinking" Lachlan thought as he actually tried to engage conversation.
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Post by ❤️ on May 26, 2015 19:49:55 GMT -5
she would stiffen as gerard approached her and begin talking to her. she felt backed up into a corner, her anxiety kicking in as he would reach out to touch her.
"My, you do look beautiful in that gown. On any other lady, it would appear lacking in taste."
if he had meant that as a compliment, it really didn't come off as one. it made her feel even more insecure about how she was dressed, given that he was subtly she was dressing too provocatively. this is exactly why she didn't feel comfortable with men. but before she could say anything, a silver haired girl came to her rescue, as well as raina and shugo.
"ah... uhm..." she would stutter, nervous around this many people talking loudly while surrounding her. she would wrap herself in the shawl that raina would give her quickly, and thank her quietly.
"The balloons you asked for are here. I'm not exactly sure where they needed to go. I figured I would go show you what I was talking about. Shall we?
"oh... the balloons... y-yes..." she would mumble, and duck away from everyone, clutching her clipboard to her chest defensively.
"uhm... thank you. so where are the balloons..?" she would ask quietly, waiting for her heart to stop racing from the panic in the pit of her stomach.
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Post by Vivi Perish on May 26, 2015 19:53:45 GMT -5
i will break the spell you put on me | everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me |
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"Good evening, Miss Perish. You look really pretty tonight. But... uh... are you alright?”
Vivi, having mostly recovered from her coughing fit, lowered her glass of punch and glanced over at the small boy with glasses. She recognized him as the guy from Sex Ed… Kyobayashoiya or something.
“Oh hey—” she paused, trying to think of a way to respond to the compliment. It was very sweet, but pretty wasn’t a word she often heard associated with her person, “Uh—thanks, man. Yeah I’m fine, the punch just went down the wrong pipe.”
Vivi was thankful she had finally recovered from her fit, but she only choked again when she ventured to take another sip, as Melanie showed up and began downing punch like there was no tomorrow. Vivi set down her glass as her body shook, and her heel rolled to the side do to her highly impractical shoes. Vivi sprawled onto the floor, and was suddenly very, VERY, thankful for the shorts. Bless the shorts. BLESS THE SHORTS.
Vivi righted herself and sat down on the floor, pulling the shoes off of her feet.
“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” she chucked her shoes under the table, and looked up at Melanie again, “Oh—uh, my aunt did it for me. She’s good at hair stuff.”
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Post by Melanie Rose on May 26, 2015 19:59:30 GMT -5
Melanie would gasp as Vivi fell.
"Oh goddess! Are you okay?!" She would offer a hand. "Well, you still look great. I hope i didn't cause that..."
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on May 26, 2015 20:01:24 GMT -5
Kyou's face grew bright red as Vivi fell to the floor and her shorts were revealed. He would offer her a hand to bring her back to her feet after she'd taken off her shoes and he asked, "Whoa, are you okay?? Today just isn't your day, is it??" He'd pause, adjusting his glasses with his other hand awkwardly as he then realized how stupid he sounded. "Er, I mean... you seem almost out of place here as I am--Uh, t-that's not what I meant," he tried to correct himself, face-palming. "Sorry, I'm really bad with words..."
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Post by Dan on May 26, 2015 20:05:26 GMT -5
Danny lifted his head from the ransacked buffet table. (Wow look at all these people) Dan thought as he looked at the groups of people in there most dazzling formal wear. (Maybe I could've looked harder for my sleeves that day in Quebec) Danny rubbed his bear unclothed arms as he remembered the last dance party turned drunken brawl he went to. (Ah too many people by the punch I guess I'll have to wait) Dan thought this as he patted his crotch concealing a 2 liter water bottle Dan thought he was so clever (Momma did always say to be frugal)
(Oh one of them fell) Dan snickered a little dropping some apples he stuffed in his pocket (Dam hope they arnt bruised) Dan cursed him self
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on May 26, 2015 20:21:50 GMT -5
i wish i was next to you ------ EVEN IN A CROWD I FEEL ALONE
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"Well... That's a secret so you gotta promise not to say anything to anyone else."
I spoke, raising a finger up to my lips. I leaned in slightly closer without invading her personal space too much, pausing to build up some suspense. I smiled a little bit more, feeling it become more natural. I would speak quietly so that only the two of us could hear.
"There are no balloons."
I would pull back from her slightly after speaking, back to a regular distance. My gaze shifted over her slightly, finally registering the dress she was wearing. My jaw hung open for a moment, realizing that she did look beautiful. I looked away from her turning my head towards the decorations and feeling a warm flushed feeling on my cheeks. I tried to make it look I was just taking note of the decorations.
"You look great. Uh wait. I mean the dance looks great. Uh well. I mean... You look great too. That dress... it looks great on you. Not that what you normally wear doesn't look good. I just uh.. One second." I took a second, looking away, to take a deep breath. I turned back to Jacket.
"The dance looks amazing. And you look stunning. I'm sorry about that guy."
At that moment with her, it felt good to be standing there. But it was then that I remembered why I had sought out Jacket in the first place... I had to tell her that I was leaving... and not just the dance. I furrowed my eye brows slightly looking down, trying to find the words to tell her. My gaze would once more shift upwards to meet her. The smile left my face.
"I actually needed to talk to you real quick... Because I was on my way out. I'm about to head home for the night."
I guess in the end I couldn't tell her that I was leaving 552. Not yet... Not like this.
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Post by ❤️ on May 26, 2015 20:37:52 GMT -5
for a second shugo was being sweet and nice, and then he had to go and be stupid and open his dumb mouth. no balloons?! what was this place? an adult party?! dances always had balloons! she ordered 300 of them as per mr. yamato's request. they all said "vote arose yamato 4 spring fling king".
"shugo i ordere-" she would begin to say when a jacket would fly onto her face. jacket would have a jacket on her face.
so then she would throw it off of her so she could chase after a tangoing shugo and his partner to find out where the 300 balloons were.
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Post by Adara Butler on May 26, 2015 20:40:30 GMT -5
Adara stepped into the gymnasium, her floor length black dress that she couldn't believe she was wearing flowing about her. Her bright red hair was up in a bun, and she knew she was pretty over-dressed for a semi-formal dance. However, she didn't care. She was checked for weapons and such, and allowed entry into the dance. Looking around, Adara stopped short of the crowd as her brown eyes gazed over the scene. It was a beautiful set up, with the twinkling lights and curtains. She almost felt a bit child-like as her eyes widened in wonder. Tonight, she felt very much out of character. She would never have worn a dress like this. Nor have her hair done up all fancy. Heck, she wouldn't have come to this dance in the first place. But she had. And she didn't quite know why. Maybe she felt she really did need some friends? And tonight would be the perfect opportunity to meet some. After her first meeting with Anthem, Teufel, and Akako a few days ago, Adara had noticed something a bit weird when she walked the halls of 552 in the time following their meeting. She was alone. And so, maybe that as why she was here. And maybe that was why she was out of character. Maybe things were happening inside of her she didn't even understand. Or maybe not. But she was here, and gazing upon the crowd of students all involved in all kinds of activities and conversations, Adara knew one thing. Tonight was going to be very interesting.
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Post by Tempus Rose on May 26, 2015 20:48:25 GMT -5
Tempus Rose was a movie buff.
It wasn't a fact that she told a lot of people, though this was mostly because Tempus never really was the type to 'sit at home and watch movies with people'. Or, more likely, she hadn't found anyone nor a group of friends that would do anything like that with her. Which was fine because that meant no one in the world knew her most absolute favorite movie in the world was The Princess Bride. She was a fan of any and all movies, though, and never let her preference for one genre to influence her to not watch another. Just because everything about Twilight sucked bags of dick didn't mean she didn't like vampire movies in general. And while her favorite genre was the superhero one (she loved The Avengers) she would say that, overall, one of her more preferred trilogy of moves was The Godfather.
Everything about those movies were perfect to her as she watched them growing up, even later on when she saw the (very inherent) flaws of the sequels. Still, she loved them and would never turn down watching the entire trilogy in one sitting, uncaring if she had to do something important the next day or not. It didn't happen often, though, as she rarely watched television as it was but Tempus was certain she could still pull it off. But! It also taught her one important thing; always be prepared, especially if you're going to pull of a job that could land you in dead or worse, prison. And this plan was...well, she knew it was gonna take a lot of cahones to even think of pulling something like this off. Not only that, but supply.
See, spiking the punch was a time honored tradition that always had amazing consequences...at least it did in the movies, which was Tempus was referencing when she'd come up with this idea. After all, she had absolutely no experience when it came to going to school in general and the experience she's had so far was woefully inadequate. Plus, there were certain things that never made sense to her. Like, if one were to spike the punch wouldn't the taste change? Alcohol, in her experience, was an acquired taste to be sure but to really get people drunk you needed way more than a bottle of cheap tequila. Not only that, but you needed to make it more potent and change the taste to mask what was really being drank.
And so, the plan was hatched.
The supply came from an chemistry professor she'd done a favor for recently by stealing back incriminating photos and videos of himself and another man his wife had found to use as leverage in their divorce. With that gone he was free to take half of her money and belongings and was, as was planned, eternally grateful to Tempus for doing this task for nothing more than 'a favor to call in at a later date'. She'd asked him if there was any way to raise the potency of alcohol and mask the taste and while he hmmm-ed and haw-ed about it for awhile he eventually did reveal that there was, though the process was lengthy and expensive.
Luckily Tempus had planned this weeks ago. So the only question remained; how would one smuggle it in? The answer was relatively simple.
You didn't.
Security was tight as Tempus walked into the reception area, dressed to the nines in her most flashy suit. They did their scans and waver her through after she revealed the metal they found was merely a chain that held her monocle in her chest pocket. She really didn't know why she had a monocle but felt that, if she wanted to feel fancy and make people laugh she could always whip the thing out, put it on and speak in a terrible British accent. She went into the gymnasium and cracked her neck from side to side before she walked in as if she owned the place. She casually began to stroll, monocle in hand, around the gymnasium while she waved and greeted the people around her as if she knew them. Some she did, some didn't but Tempus liked to think she had a personality that made those that she spoke to speak back in a manner as if they'd known each other their whole lives. It was a gift.
She made her way to a trash can in a dimply lit corner of the gymnasium and looked about before she stuck her hand inside of it and searched the top. There, taped to the top of the trashcan, was a small vial. She pulled it out and quickly stuck it in her pocket. The thief walked backwards from her position and then turned, the grin on her face looking smug and all knowing. Yeah, she was going to make this shindig legendary.
And hopefully people would walk away with a few interesting stories.
The punch bowel was slightly surrounded by people by that wasn't anything she couldn't handle. If Tempus couldn't pull of a little slight of hand she had no right to call herself a thief after all. She did ladle herself a cup of the red stuff beforehand, dumping the small vial into the drink as she did so. Oh, she was for sure going to get drunk but it was always funny to see everyone else get smashed before she did. That way she could always take some incriminating pictures on her phone before she joined in on the fun. She chuckled to herself before she almost choked on her drink. There was Kyou, her young Padawan. And just a bit off? Vivi Perish! Tempy grinned as she walked to the Third Pillar and gave a huge wave.
“Hey there Honeybottom!” Tempus called out, using her affectionate term for her favorite Pillar. “Whatcha doin'? I thought it took a lot more ta make ya...” Tempus took a moment to put on her monocle. “Go down.”
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Post by Bianca "Reine" Lucani on May 26, 2015 20:50:09 GMT -5
i can't drown my demons they know how to swim + @tagged1 + @tagged2 + get your jacket + away from me | Bianca blinked as all of the craziness happened around her. It seemed many others had to to the defense of the girl. What was this, some kind of hot girl defense force? Whatevs, they all seemed like they knew her, and she did her part in sticking up for the babe, so she was done here.
A really familiar blue haired body was thrown in by a swarm of women, to which Bianca was pretty envious, and she watched as he stripped off his jacket again and tossed it behind him attempting to be sexy. Bianca side-stepped out of the way, letting it fly towards Jacket instead. oops.
Vivi was having a choking fit, meanwhile, and also had company, so Bianca wasn't sure whether or not she should approach her. The blue haired dude was dancing with a blue haired girl... oh, that was a boy. So she decided to back away from them slowly... and say hi to Vivi anyway.
"Hey there, Perish. You doin' alright?"
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