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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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Operation Juggernaut (Open)
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Jun 26, 2015 23:42:31 GMT -5
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(OOC: Appearance for this thread
Note that Valo is entirely masked in his vigilante appearance, and is carrying weaponry and various gadgets. By joining, you consent to potentially being targeted by said weapons, but I have no plans to use them against any PCs that decide to be on the opposing side. This thread is a good time for anyone who wants to get involved with Valo's other life to do so.)
"Are you sure about this? You've barely had time to recover."
"I can't just sit around on my ass and let this get spread throughout the city. If I don't do this now, I'll regret it later."
Outfitted with a new costume that he designed over the last week, Sarah had helped him put it together due to him not being fully recovered yet. The red helmet he wore covered all of his facial features completely, and was very difficult for an enemy to remove. It was fitted with various sensors and scanners, and different vision types in order to investigate and see everything he could more clearly. It was also highly protective. The leather jacket he wore hid a plethora of body armor that protected from all sorts of melee and ballistic damage. It was a little heavier than what he was used to, but he could still move amply while in it. In his state, he needed protection more than anything.
He carried twin desert eagles, custom made. They held hollow point bullets, made with the intention of causing more damage to a target's tissue rather than focusing on penetration. It would likely be more painful, but he hoped he wouldn't have to use them much, if at all. On his belt, sleeves, inside his jacket, and on various other places on his person were an assortment of gadgets, everything from flash and smoke bombs to grappling hooks. He had blades hidden in his gauntlets and boots. He even found a way to condense his bow to the size of a fist and keep it concealed, having hidden his quiver of arrows inside a ventilation shaft inside the building days before.
He was planning this out, he was watching them. There was a large drug trade going on at an esteemed club in the city, and he and Sarah had been keeping tabs on the communications for some time. Standing on a nearby rooftop, he looked down and saw everything. Soon enough, a few vans pulled in, and he pressed a button on the side of his helmet to try and zoom in on what was going on.
Six guys emerged from each van for a total of 24, and they were all opening the back doors of their vans as more men came out from the front. They each carried large briefcases from the vans into the building, and Valo overheard them talking. A drug called Juggarnaut. It was an experimental drug that was said to heavily enhance the physical capabilities of someone injected with them. It sounded a lot like Yannick's drugs, only this was mass produced enough with the intention of spreading it all across the city to various gangs, large and small, to give them a much stronger presence and cause mass anarchy.
Tonight, he was going to stop that. If this got out, there was no telling what damage would be done, and he knew he couldn't stop it himself if it got widespread. He had to strike while they were still weak.
"Commencing Operation: Juggernaut."
He took a deep breath before leaping from the building he was on to the roof of the club. Landing with a roll, Valo would get up and dust himself off, walking towards one of the rooftop windows. Despite the mass amount of people inside, there was one room he saw that had no one in it. Smashing in the window, his entrance would be masked by the loud music and dancing going on outside. Landing in a crouch, he'd get up and move up against the wall, looking outside.
Activating his visor again, he'd count the number of hostiles... there were easily more than fifty, with half as many suitcases being circulated around the building. Being a giant club, he wouldn't be able to find all of them so easily in a timely manner, but he had to try. For now, he bid his time and watched. WORDS ● TAGGED ● NOTES |
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Post by Dan on Jun 27, 2015 1:55:08 GMT -5
Dan sat in the crowed soccer moms van that was heading down the highway putting his crown on top of a authentic polar bear head discussing with his friends The Paw Clan what was going to happen tonight
Baby bear: explain to me one more time whats happening again tonight boss
Said a frantic dwarf who seemed to be not very impressed with the situation
Polar bear: our civ ugh what was that phrase again fly?
Said a Dan who finally got his crown on the head just right
Fly guy looked up from his laptop and pushed up his glasses
Fly guy: our civic duty boss now don't distract me this youtube video is going to show me how to hack into the clubs cameras
Baby bear: this isn't a good idea boss we are going in there with PAINT BALL GUNS! ID BE MORE CONFERRABLE IF I WALKED IN THERE WITH MY DI-
Koala: man chill... this is a van of god don't use that language... I got my Jesus fish just the other day
A older "earthy" smelling man said from the drivers seat said to the dwarf
Polar bear: and these are no ordinary paintball guns the bullets are filled with mommas secret spicy celery sause
Kangaroo: who would make celery spicy
Said kang who was cleaning and checking out his paintball gun so it wouldn't jam
Baby bear: THAT DOSNT MATTER WHAT ARE WE EVEN GOING TO DO WHEN WE GET THERE say uhh I don't know these drugs are faulty let us dispose of them LIKE THEY WOULD EVER BELIEVE THAT... AND WHAT WE GET THE DRUGS WHAT THEN
Honey bee: that's where I come in sugar you see I got a friend who's pretty high up in the D-E-A
Baby bear: then get him to do it
Honey bee: certen things got his hands tied
She said as she held her hands up by her head
baby bear was going to retort but got interrupted by a old man making a reference to a movie about ghosts
Koala: wwwweeeeeee'rrreeee hhheeeeeaaaaaaaar
The van with the sticker on the back that says "worlds best mom" and a falling off Jesus fish pulls up into the parking lot of a swanky looking club the doors open and everyone but fly guy and koala leave
Team: blind date (honeybee, silver back) make there way into the club to keep an eye on and around the dance floor [hand paint ball guns filled with spice,ear piece]
Team: cooper gang (furry raccoon) makes his way to the roof and is the teams eye in the sky [unarmed, ear piece]
Team: home club (koala, fly guy) koalas the getta way driver and fly guy is monitoring the cameras looking for the meet
Strike team (polar bear, baby bear, grizzly, orangutan, kangaroo) is fully equipped [high powered paintball guns filled with spice, bullet proof vests(low quality most likly to only stop a hand gun) animal masks, ear pieces] making their way towards the meet entering through a side door
koala:Operation: WEED WAGON is go!
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Jun 28, 2015 0:43:19 GMT -5
| ❝ | is that...
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Valo started to make his move, creeping down the hall under the cover of the shadows in the building. While the club was nicely lit up from the flashing lights, there were many places they didn't reach, and if he stayed low, risk of detection was at a minimum.
Pressing a button on his visor, a small map of the building would appear in his vision. Three floors. The large dance floor on the bottom, complete with the bar and typical tables, chairs, DJ area, etc. There were four other rooms on the first floor, probably for private purposes.
The second floor mostly consisted of a large loft area overlooking the dance floor. Most of the VIP patrons made their way up here to partake in fine wine or discuss their nefarious dealings away from the mostly unknowing people below. There was another bar up here, as well as one hallway at either end of the floor with four miscellaneous rooms on either side. Mostly hidden staircases would reveal...
The third floor, where Valo currently hid. Contains the only entrance to the roof, which he didn't use to get down as he busted a rooftop window. Consisted of many halls and rooms and was reserved for big names to do their business truly away from the hustle and bustle of the club.The music was more muffled up here, though it was still really audible. The dance floor could be seen through various windows in the center to overlook the club, and there were plenty of armed guards up here to guard their bosses. Only the west side of the floor was lit up currently, and Valo assumed it was because their business was taking place on that side. The side he was on was currently shrouded in darkness, to his advantage.
If my hunch is right... the drugs will make their way mostly to this floor, but I wouldn't be surprised if it started getting slipped to the people down below.
He creeped down the hall slowly, darting inside a door when he saw a sentry walk into the hallway. Holding his breath, Valo would wait for the guy to walk by before lunging out and wrapping his arms around the guy's head and neck, pulling him into the room. Valo would cut off his breathing until the guy fell unconscious, making sure his body was hidden in the room. One down, many more to go...
He currently had no knowledge of Dan's crew in the building. WORDS ● TAGGED ● NOTES |
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Post by Dan on Jun 28, 2015 2:33:58 GMT -5
Cooper gang: furry raccoon was investigating the roof there seemed to be one roof top entrance and a skylight... The door seemed untouched but somone had smashed into the skylight
Furry raccoon[in morse code]: we don't seem stop to be the stop only people in stop the building tell stop the boss to stop keep an eye stop out for any stop masked weirdos cause stop they might be stop friendly stop
Blind date: acting like neither if them are having a good time... Nothing else of note
Stay home club: acting as a command center
Relays furry a info about masked freaks and how they might be friendly
Koala steped out for a smoke
Strike team: strike team entered through an employee entrance/exit
As soon as they turned the first corner they bumped into a bus boy who imedietly almost shat his pants
He was quickly kicked in the neck and incapacitated by kang before he could scream and was shoved into a near by locker where he will be kept until someone finds him
After making sure their cover wasnt blown they continued to search for the meet. They were unable to get much camera information because the club didn't have many cameras other than the dance floor and bar areas VIP areas and anything above the first floor was a blind spot
They wandered until they found the west side stair case that would get them to the second floor where they stoped and listened to the door
On the other side of the door they heard some serious sounding voices
Sentry 1#: I want you and you down guarding the first floor stair cases and I want you three...
It sounded like some veteran security guards just from their voices from here on out it didn't look like it was going to as easy as it was on the lower floors
Sentry 1#: dismissed!
Many foot steps went off at that! It sounded almost like dozen dudes... Good thing all of them were farther away... No wait it sounded like one was coming towards strike teams position
Polar bear mad frantic hand signs signaling for his pack to hide around the stair case corner where they would wait for him
Thirty seconds later the guy didn't even have a chance to pull his gun out of his holster as five dudes straight out of hotline Miami bum rushed him
It was a good thing the music was loud or security would have heard the battle crys of the wild animals that were let loose in the club
OOC: my visualization of the building is quite poor is there like service hallways and stuff
Also sorry if everything is jumping around it has gotten harder to write coherant sentences after my screen cracked so pm me if I have written anything contradicting/nonsensical in a way that dosnt make any sence
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Jul 5, 2015 0:24:51 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry for the late reply. Also, I'm not great at describing huge buildings like this... first time really trying it, so sorry about that too. On top of the basic layout I described, feel free to add things as you see fit or need. I'm also not sure if this thread will have the intended effect on the entire board that I wanted it to have when I first made it (if the drug got out) since I'm no longer in a position of leadership on this board... but it'll be fun to RP nonetheless.)
He went back out into the hall, holding his pistol out in his hand as he moved slowly. He'd begin to open doors as he passed them, quickly coming in gun first and making sure it was clear as he kept going. There seemed to be a low amount of sentries on this floor, strangely...
Stepping back from the final door in the hall, he'd turn around to see a door opening at the end of the next hall around the corner, and he quickly hid inside the room he had just opened. Peeking out from a small crack in the door, he'd see a few guards heading down the hall, walking downstairs and talking about how they had lost communication with some of the men on the second floor.
What's going on..?
Once the had passed, he crept out of the room and headed for the nearest window to look downstairs. He witnessed the end of what looked to be masked men disposing of one of the sentries as though they were out of Hotline Miami. So he wasn't alone, it seemed others had their eye on the prize too. He wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. If they were hostiles, he had more enemies to worry about, and they definitely seemed more skilled than the mooks he had been spying on around here.
"Operation: Juggarnaut. Rate of success lowered to 60%."
He looked for the nearest entrance into the ventilation shafts, climbing in and crawling around safely in there. He was going to find the room of the dealers while hidden from this potential new threat. Or at least, that was his plan. WORDS ● TAGGED ● NOTES |
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Post by Dan on Jul 5, 2015 1:16:52 GMT -5
ooc: its all good my man i find this to be a neat little thread anyways and about writing quality your writing to the guy who is intimidates himself into writing more cause this site i see here is top notch at writing like your self - C English student
Dan.. i mean the polar bear hid the body of the unconscious mook at the bottom under stairs (like payday diamond heist camping) and disposed of the weapon in his holster out the window
d- the polar bear regrouped with strike team and entered the previously mook filled room and as quietly as they could creeped to the other side of the room towards another door so it sounded like a pack a wildebeests instead of a pack of elephants
when they got to the other side they immediately heard from the hall way the room was connected to
Mook 1: hey dale hasn't called in for his annual five minute status report
mook 2: sound the alarm and send people to the west stairwell
Baby bear: LIKE FUCK YOU ARE!
at the end of the generic alarm sequence dialogue baby bear appeared in the door way where the two were and opened fire with his paint ball gun hitting the face area with multiple shots
Mooks: AHHHAHHGGDHSFGJ MY EYES THEY BURN HHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP
the mooks were on the floor screaming in pain and it looked like they were no longer an unknown enigma
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