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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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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 4, 2014 19:14:11 GMT -5
" Thanks!" He grabbed the comic off the book store desk and stuffed it in his pack, grabbing his skateboard and busting out the front door. He threw it down in front of himself, hopping on easily as he slid down the street, keeping balance as the song blazed in his ears. About six blocks down the road, he slid to a stop, a group of men laughing near an alley before heading down it catching his attention. He brought his headphones down to his neck, pulling down his hoodie and flipping his skateboard up and tucking it under his left arm. He glanced down the long alley, smoke and ash flitting through it intermittenly from the shops surrounding them. Near a large pipe at the end, they hauled off a young kid, the tall one slamming him into the wall as one a little shorter with red hair dug into his pockets. "HEY! KNOCK IT OFF!" He sort of skipped into a run, heading down the stretch of brick to the four males. They dropped the small boy, whose bag was dumped to the side as he fell. The fellow didn't stop to pick it up though- he booked it promptly, sprinting for the far end, bursting out into the light and taking off. Just as well. It appeared that Allen had things of his own to deal with. They didn't seem prepped to talk, save for the tall one that was the cliche, quint-essential "tough guy" leader. Allen felt his adrenaline cook....and was scared. Four obviously older kids? Not his cup of tea. But hell if he was going to let them think they could pick on everyone just when someone was going to stand up to them. "Hey boys, we got a mous-" Allen's skateboard wheels cut off the mans sentences, teeth and blood flicking against the brick of the restaraunt they were scrapping behind. Allen took two steps back as the fellow collapsed to his right knee, the one closest to the blood and teeth on the wall. With those two steps, Allen leapt forward one, using his right leg to jump up. He used the left to both kick off the wall and snap a wicked roundhouse to the other side of the mans head, the satisfying crack of the jaw indicating he would likely not be returning to his feet. The other three stepped back a moment....then decided to get more involved. ' Well, shit. Your in it now Allen...duck and weave, duck and weave!' |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2014 22:55:01 GMT -5
Alvan sat atop a fire escape as he looked down into the alley. The young boy contemplated why people would litter an alleyway with so much trash. Was this city not their home? Did they really not care that much about trashing up their home? It truly perplexed the boy. Was he perhaps thinking into it too deeply?
His feet dangled from the side as he looked onward at the group of four men who dragged a boy through the alley way and slammed him into a wall. He started to stand up, were these men wrong for attacking the boy? Or had the boy done something wrong and were these men just extracting justice? Perhaps the boy had taken something from them and that was why the men were searching his pockets.
Alvan contemplated intervening but before he could, it appeared someone else did. The boy with the skateboard attacked one of the older boys. If this was going to turn into a fight, Alvan would have to stop it the only way he knew how. He quickly stepped up onto the guard rail of the fire escape, and jumped… from about three stories up. He would land on both feet, on top of one of the three men who were about to attack the boy with the skateboard. He would look between the remaining combatants, a plain, unimpressed, almost bored look on his face.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 5, 2014 12:31:23 GMT -5
The male Alvan landed on crumbled under him as he was hit from that height by a mass of body weight. The other two didn't notice at the point, as they were both rushing Allen. The short male tossed his skateboard at the kid on his right, forcing the older male to catch it or get wacked by it. Allen jumped and drop-kicked into it, sending the fellow stumbling backwards and onto his ass. Allen planted his hands on the ground and torqued his hips, spinning for a leg-sweep take down of the other one, who was rushing forward to try and fight with his partner.
As he fell on his ass, the kid looked over at Alvan and his eyes widened.
"Alvan Ibrahim! 552 School pillar! Son of a bitch!"
Allen was scooting away backward on his rum so only barely registered it. The other kid was probably coming for him now, the familiar skitter of his skateboard being thrown indicating....he would not soon be alone. He came back to his feet and gulped. Quick offense is a good defense. Surprise attacks, use your surroundings. Dammit...Allen didn't want to fight! He glanced at Alvan, but soon enough returned his gaze to the other stalkier boy.
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Kid who spoke Stats:
Str: 14
Dex: 8
Con: 12
Wis: 9
Int: 8
Stalkier boy attacking Allen:
Str: 19
Dex: 6
Con: 17
Wis: 8
Int: 7
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2014 12:48:00 GMT -5
Alvan's head tilted, confused as the boy called him a son of a bitch. Alvan was unaware that the boy knew his parents, or that the boy thought that one or both of his parents were a bitch. Disregarding what the boy said, Alvan quickly read into the situation at hand. The boy with the skateboard was fighting desperately. Why? Was his desperation a sign of his guilt or his righteousness? Alvan ignored the boy who said his name and turned to the boy who had entered the alley with the skateboard.
"Are you the good guy?"
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 5, 2014 12:51:47 GMT -5
Allen looked at Alvan.
"What? No! I-I'm just...I don't like bullies."
He grabbed some dirt and threw it in the big guys eyes before leaping forward and punting him in the balls. He then did just what his sister taught him- threw a right haymaker! With the guy doubled over, it hit home but only caused him to stumble.
"Why, are you? Kuz if so, help would be nice!"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2014 13:06:00 GMT -5
So these men were bullies? Hmm... that made Alvan's decisions a little bit easier to make. Ali always said that the Pillars were around to stop bullies. Alvan pivoted on one foot and quickly gained momentum before thrusting his elbow into the slimmer one's throat. He then stepped forward towards the bigger one and while he was still doubled over, Alvan threw a swift downward punch using his body weight, aimed directly between the larger boys shoulder blades on his back. Alvan would then look back up at the skateboard boy.
"Like this?"
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 7, 2014 17:17:48 GMT -5
Allen looked over at the body of the crumpling student Alvan stomped. He blinked. The boy was strong...quite strong. He was glad he had entered the fray on his side and not as some secret weapon on the side of the thugs.
"Yeah, exactly!"
Allen stumbled backward, his back slamming into the wall as the kid he had been fighting through out a wicked backhand, his knuckles chasing his face and opening a small cut. Allen was fast, and smart but not so durable. It rang his bell. Luckily, his sister didn't go easy on him, so he knew what true punches felt like. The boy Alvan had been fighting did not get back up....so the remaining bully would attempt to run!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 14:42:32 GMT -5
Alvan would chase down the remaining thug when he attempted to run away. Once he caught up, the boy would pivot on a foot, forcing the momentum from running into his elbow as he swung it into the thug's stomach. His right hand would chase down the thug and grab him by the hair. Alvan launched himself and threw his knee into the boy's chin. Letting go of the boy's head, Alvan would use both feet to kick off of the thug's chest, further pushing him down. The young Pillar landed on both feet and would look back to Allen.
"Now what?"
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 18, 2014 12:36:51 GMT -5
Allen looked around, surprised at the carnage and that he was still standing. He turned his eyes on Alvan as the boy ran down the last bully. Sirens were going off in the distance as people stood in the entryway. Allen grabbed his pack.
"We get out of here! Thanks for your help!"
And he'd take off running into the crowd!
OOC: Woah! Forgot about this. Figured it would be easier to finish it off.
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