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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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An Irreverant Throne (Mark Only)
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Post by Saya Shinrai on Dec 31, 2014 3:51:27 GMT -5
OOC: Continued from here. Saya came out the front of the school, the hoodie to her jacket pulled up over her hair. It was overcast, but clear. Earlier, she and Mark had spoken at length. She agreed, with some terms, to fight him, just the two of them. A battle to see who was better between them. One that had no impact on their standing at school, or how people saw them. Just a fight between...well, people of respect. Mark had been asking for so long, and Saya had said no for so long, that she figured since it was his last year there, she should grant the request. But they had to be alone. Away from the public eye. No titles, no witnesses. Just the two of them. She stood near the curb, waiting for him to pick her up. |
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Post by Mark Kent on Dec 31, 2014 3:57:32 GMT -5
Mark would pull up in a classic Firebird Trans Am. Red with the firebird decal on the hood. However the colors were faded and the pain was flaking in spots. He'd pull up to Saya and wait for her to get in.
"Music preference?"
As usual outwardly calm and almost bored, but it was the anticipation before the fight still. Kept him this way. He wondered if he'd have to prove his namesake to keep up with her namesake.
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Post by Saya Shinrai on Dec 31, 2014 4:06:10 GMT -5
Saya shrugged after getting inside. " Anything is fine. Head northeast. Out off the interstate. It's about an hour drive outside New York." During the drive, she wouldn't talk much, a generally quiet and reserved person. She never bought too much into her namesake, though. She had been touched before. She still had a fading cut on her lip from her fight with Leon. It meant nothing to her. The title as Captain meant nothing to her. Fighting...meant something, but for a different reason. She only wanted her title as First Pillar and nothing else.  They would arrive about an hour and a half later, perhaps more depending on how he drove. She directed him throughout, as needed, and when they pulled up, the house would appear run down and completely in disarray. It was surrounded by land and property, with nobody in the area as far as he could see. She spoke as she looked the house over.
"My family used to live here, before they died. I still own the property, technically. All my dad had was here."
She walked down the hill toward the backyard. It was completely empty except for a tire swing and a rusted slide. Saya would pause, taking a deep breath to calm the nerves. She felt an invisible steel crawl over her body, a cold rush into her veins. She turned back around, reaching up and removing her rings. She pocketed them and would stare at the Captain.
"Remember your promises, Captain. We fight, and we both stay quiet about it. As far as the world knows...you are Captain Mark Kent, and I am the First Pillar Saya Shinrai."
She'd wait for him to agree before a nod would signal her readiness.
"I won't hold back. I hope you know enough to do the same."
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Post by Mark Kent on Dec 31, 2014 4:18:06 GMT -5
Mark was generally quiet throughout as well, listening to whatever was on the radio, a mix station if that mattered. Once they pulled into the area with the house he gave a low whistle. Listening to her explanation it wasn't usual for her to give up info like that, but it was given up and meaningful, so Mark would accept it as is.
He pulled in and parked, following Saya to the back looking around again. This was her families stuff, so he'd try not to let it get in the way of the fight. However when she spoke again Mark rolled his shoulders.
"Yeah, sounds good. Life goes on, but I need to know."
Mark gave his nod and hunched over letting his arms sit at his sides, as they formed claws and his body flexed, a wide smile breaking onto his face as his look got pretty intense. He was attempting the early stages of Berserker mode, he'd dash forth at Saya come in with a high overhand hammer fist, to hide a foot stomp with his right forward stepping leg on her leading foot, if that worked the hammer fist would turn to an elbow drop to Saya's shoulders to initiate a clench.
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Post by Saya Shinrai on Dec 31, 2014 4:24:50 GMT -5
Saya watched him prepare. She felt a blast of adrenaline- he was taking it seriously. Right off the bat, he was taking it seriously. This made her respect him as her Captain even more. As he stepped in, she would snap back her leading leg, lift it, and throw it forward, her right hand coming up to catch his left handed hammer fist at the wrist.
Her snap kick was aimed for his midsection, and would not hold back an ounce of the crippling strength she had. However, immediately on kicking her foot would replant and her left free hand would throw a hard punch for his face, right where the nose met the upper lip. It this was someone else, it wouldn't only break their nose, it would knock out teeth.
Mark was of a different breed, however.
If he still went for her with his free hand, he would gain the half-clinch, as she couldn't be everywhere at once and he was not weak or slow in the slightest.
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Post by Mark Kent on Dec 31, 2014 4:37:00 GMT -5
When the snap kick came in she was every bit as fast and strong as he imagined. Some air escaped his body from the impact, however it didn't stop his attack, in fact it helped him go into Berserker mode. When the punch came in Mark had already begun to predict the next step. Instinctively he knew it would be for his face, so he was attempting to weave the punch. He was still too slow for that and it landed partially with precision and speed, the power let the area bruise quickly, but the speed had cut his cheek. He still moved to land the other elbow in the clinch with the free hand gripping hair in the back of the head, as much of it in a bundle as possible, and as close to the scalp as he could grab it for control.
If that worked Mark would yank her to the side he had the clinch in and move to throw a knee into her side, aiming for kidneys. Already this fight was on a whole new level than even Mark was used to, it'd take some time to adjust, but that wouldn't matter soon as Mark was falling into his fighting mode.
Saya was already everything she was chocked up to be in how he imagined a fight with her.
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Post by Saya Shinrai on Dec 31, 2014 4:41:53 GMT -5
Tch. Grabbing her hair? Not that she could blame him. Were she to have the option available, she'd do it too. All was fair in love and war.
So, she would attempt to get him to release her.
Her left hand, which was still free after the punch, would stab upward in a knife hand for his armpit to get him to release her. Still, she would grunt under the pain of the knee he threw up (it was the strongest she had ever felt, save for Brian), her exposed right rib offering him a tempting target.
After the knife hand, assuming it landed, and whether he let go or not, she would throw a fist down for his next knee strike, hoping to hurt his kneecap. Then, he'd punch back upward for his throat, then another knife hand for the armpit, again trying to get him to release that grip, which could be problematic. And if he ripped out her hair, which was hard to do even at their strength...she would be very put out.
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Post by Mark Kent on Jan 2, 2015 0:12:07 GMT -5
The knife hand in his arm pit hurt like a bitch, and when she knocked away his next knee strike with the strike he knew it was just the beginning, bouncing off the redirection of damage and force from his knee, hoping off that to kick Saya in the gut away from him, letting go of her hair and avoiding the throat punch in the same fashion.
Mark would turn so his left side faced her in a mock boxing stance again, his eyes wide, his smile huge, the pain was awesome, the intensity was awesome, he couldn't get enough, he'd rush her raising his right arm shooting out in a quick jab as he switched his stance from left side leading to right, following that up with a non-rhythmic left jab. That was Mark's ace in the hole. His fighting style had no rhythm or technique to it. With no formal training it just seemed like a sporatic seriese of movements coupled with his intense fighting attributes.
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Post by Saya Shinrai on Jan 2, 2015 0:22:15 GMT -5
"Ack-!"
The sound of a sharp grunt could be head from her as the kick sent her flying backward. She pushed forward, so her hands and feet hit the ground, her form continuing to slide and kick up dust, her hair hanging around her face and a little on the ground as a small smile came to her lips. She looked back up toward the man rushing toward her. He had definitely earned the title in her eyes. She darted forward, bringing up her left hand to push the inside of his right wrist away as he punched, throwing her own right up for his abdomen.
Her face would jerk to the left as she punched him with the left jab, bruising popping on her right cheek. She knew she was the untoucheable Queen- but she also knew that, the more she dodged, the less he would try. He wanted to hurt and be hurt. He had to feel like, in all areas, they had fought on equal terms. So if she beat him, he would know it had been a real fight.
Her face would turn forward quickly as the hand she had blocked his right punch with would jet up for an uppercut, followed by a straight punch for his chest.
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Post by Mark Kent on Jan 2, 2015 0:35:58 GMT -5
Mark was reaching back to continue the onslaught of punches when an uppercut snagged his chin, turning his head upwards, feeling like his chin was only an inch from the top of his forehead, however when the strike for his chest made contact Mark would be bending back down with a dropping elbow aimed for her head, to knock her down as a knee shot up for her chest.
Mark's chin had been cut open by her punch, well torn from the stretching force of her fist. Mark hadn't stopped smiling yet, if he could breath steam he would be doing that right now.
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Post by Saya Shinrai on Jan 2, 2015 0:41:58 GMT -5
A crack resounded as he struck the top of her head. She dropped to a knee and shot out a hand to punch his knee strike. Using her lower position she would launch upward, aiming to palm his abdomen at the solar plexus and push, attempting to send the Captain stumbling backward. At that moment she would take a risk.
She jumped, aiming a flying spin kick for his chest. Hopefully it would be unexpected. What would probably startle him was the speed in which it was executed. She rotated in a blur, her leg snapping out and back in like the darting tongue from a lizard. When/if she landed she would launch forward and aim three rapid striked for his midsection.
A dribble of blood leaked down her neck. He hadn't split her skull open, just torn the flesh under her hair a bit with the elbow strike. She could feel a light sting- what she assumed to be a small cut there.
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Post by Mark Kent on Jan 2, 2015 1:08:16 GMT -5
Mark was caught off by the shot to his solar plexus, flexing and taking a few rapid breaths to slowly keep his diaphragm from simply deflating from the pain. However the jumping and spinning Saya caught Mark off guard enough to slow his response trying to elbow smash the kicking leg, though it was retreated.
This put Mark in a good position though as Saya came in still, Mark would take a large step in as the first strike came with a wide sweeping upward motion of his left arm to knock the blows away he'd follow with a harsh right hail maker aimed for Saya's chest. Mark would of had to bend over to hit her in the midsection without an uppercut or kick, so he defaulted.
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Post by Saya Shinrai on Jan 2, 2015 1:26:29 GMT -5
Aw, don't hit a girl in the boob! That's a dirty blow! Saya shifted back, the punch not hitting her left breast as it was about to do, instead slamming into her chest. Despite her strength and durability, Saya was small and Mark was not a weakling. She threw back her right leg and snatched out with her left arm for his right wrist, winded from the blow and trying to catch her breath in short gasps. She didn't stop, however. She had been winded before, and though the pain caused panic in most, it didn't phase her state of mind. She would use the grip on his arm to demonstrate her own strength. She would spin, right hand coming to clasp the left wrist as well and attempt to hurl the man at the large oak tree about twenty feet away. If he hit and slid down onto his side, he would find a flying dropkick from Saya aimed for his face. She wanted to knock his ass out- but then again, he was a tough old bird. If he was standing after hitting, she would race up and treat his body like a wooden dummy, monitoring his blows while maximizing the speed and power of her own punches to his entire midsection, the small girl leaning right and left as needed for her rapid blocks and blows. |
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Post by Mark Kent on Jan 2, 2015 1:44:18 GMT -5
Mark wasn't expecting to be throw, but as he flew through the air he knew the impact was going to suck, sure enough his back met a tree along the path and he fell to the ground only to see feet. Mark would do a quick push up, and push off the ground bringing his own feet around to kick Saya in the midsection as she likely passed in some sort of slide.
Mark's back screamed from the damage the tree had done, though his body left a good scar of torn bark and fractured wood in the tree's trunk. He didn't really want to think about the dark colors his back would be changing into, nor the amount of hemorrhaging skin he had.
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Post by Saya Shinrai on Jan 2, 2015 1:53:35 GMT -5
She growled as he moved, and her eyes widened with a blow to her stomach, sending her tumbling and skittering on the ground. She groaned, pushing herself back up to a knee. Some sweat was on her forehead, though she wasn't tired. Just working out. some of the blood from her forhead ran down over her temple, and she would watch Mark. She stood, speaking.
"You are a tough son of a bitch, Captain. I expected nothing less from you."
She would flip her hair out of her eyes as she walked forward.
"I haven't taken this many hits since my gang days. I hope you don't believe my title is all hype. I just want a fight we will remember."
Despite her sweat and blood, her demeanor was calm and relaxed. Controlled. She knew she was the shadow in the dark. His arm of power. She didn't want him to think her all talk. And, though the outcome of the fight for her was clear, she knew that he was more than deserving of everything that was spoken about him.
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