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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.
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Only some Wounds Heal... [Fight/Open]
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Post by Marcelis on Jun 30, 2015 22:34:35 GMT -5
.:OOC:. This thread is open to all participants and Spectators. The fighting will be based on no Stats, giving anyone the opportunity without feeling overpowered or the like. The opponent is locked in as throw the first blow at me or if I attack you. Please click my picture under the post to know my height, weight and any miscellaneous things you need to know about my person. But do not use the fighting information to Meta-game, as I will not do that to you. Thanks again and let's have fun. .:IC:. Staind, Price to pay*Bonk Bonk...Bonk...Bonk Bonk...Bonk***The rhythmical sounds of impact to an unguarded punching bag. The area was empty, only filled with one body with one inanimate object and a iPod placed next to the person as the punches kept the flow. The heavy bag swayed as the chain rattled from the constant hitting, it began a certain sound, that with the muffled sounds of compact blows started a beat, that would be in a certain rap song. Sadly, it might be an actual beat, and someone is making money right talking about bitches, cars and clothes, but back on topic. This nearly six foot young man was angry, and he felt that he needed to let out his aggression. But he could have done at Orion's belt, but then he would have been asked questions and he didn't want that. But he knew that he was getting reckless, he felt like he need to hit something... Someone? Maybe he needed to get hit himself. He just wanted something to get out of him. He felt his body get hot as his hits increased in volume. Now the impacts sound like a semi-automatic pistol, sweat skipping off his arms as the music intensified the dramatic shift in speed and power. He felt like it wasn't enough, that he wanted to hit this thing off the hook and chain but he knew he would not. He landed one more blow as he stopped and took his attention to the door opening. "Tch..." **A click of the tongue as he watched the person enter the room, best not to just attack the first person who enters the room. He was still a bit upset, his hair was plastered over his face, sticking to the sweat formed around his forehead and cheek. He couldn't see too much due him not having his glasses on, He was near-sighted after all, not that anyone really knew that to begin with. He faced the bag for a bit, just staring at it before hitting again. The song on in his earphones repeated as the first rhythm he had before. He just was zoning things out... Until he was messed with of course. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 19:42:54 GMT -5
Leo walked into the school gym hoping to run track quietly by himself to clear his mind. Today had been a bad day for him and he really needed a time out. It was as soon as he walked in that he saw a brunette dude laying furiously into a punching bag. He was annoyed at this point. Couldn't someone find a single place where they could be in solitude around here?
Leo sighed to himself loudly and grabbed his phone from his pocket. His old, worn out earphones were blaring music as he put it into his ear and he started to warm up for his run.
Quietly, Leo breathed to himself, "Why can't I seem to get away from the student body idiots?"
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Post by Marcelis on Jul 4, 2015 16:22:49 GMT -5
.:OOC:. Sorry for the delay, been busy with work and such. Without further ado... @leodor .:IC:. **The song in his headphones was "Price to pay" by the Rock band Staind. He liked older rock, among other tastes that was more in the 90's. His head was ringing as he hit the bag harder. He was trying to get rid of the person that just came into the room. He knew that the training room was open to everyone, but he just considered the school to be empty around the time he would be there. But he guessed not, didn't really matter right? His anger has been growing lately, the more deeper he got into Terry's death. Nothing was on his mind other than that. He wasn't going to any meetings, he wasn't answering calls... He was just focused. And with that... He planned to go about it alone. For him, it meant more than to the others in his eyes. And within his small world of friends and family, Terry was a special person to him. He rested himself on the heavy as he took a couple of breaths. He really... really found the other body in the roo distracting, of course he was just using that as an excuse. He got off the bag quick and walk casually to the guy as he setting up for a run. He spoke with a deep voice, his breath was still shallow from his little "workout." "Hey... I think you should somewhere else... This place is taken." **If the guy didn't response, well he could only response in kind to him being oh so rude to him. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2015 22:27:31 GMT -5
[OOC] lol it's fine if you take long in between posts XD school is driving me crazy insane as well.
Leo turned passively at the deep voice which seemed to be trying to command him to leave, a very stark contrast to his actual message. Leo was considering 2 options. Turn away and continue warming up, or tell the dude off. He went with the latter, which was something he wouldn't usually do but was a result of a tiring day.
"You don't own the gym, I don't have to leave, so no, I'd rather stay." Leo turned away and waved the brute off. "Why don't you go back to beating the crap out of the bag? I'm sure that would be easier than you trying to carry conversation."
Leo finished off his stretches and leaned down to tie his shoes tightly before his run.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2015 5:12:46 GMT -5
Mackenzie felt like she needed to get a good grasp on everything in this school. She didn’t like getting lost and it was a big place. Plus it just so happened that she had the urge to test out the gymnastics equipment. Mack was not a gymnast, she’d just spent a lot of her childhood trying to teach herself to do flips and tricks to impress people. Unfortunately walking into the gym was not the exciting experience she’d imagined. The tension was thick in the air as an angry looking older teenager stormed over to a slightly smaller boy and asked him to leave. Mack watched silently to see what the challenged would do. Looking at the taller boy it was easy to see he was much stronger, at least in body, than the other. Actually he looked way too buff for his age, Mack might even think twice about fighting with him.
The shorter boy seemed visibly irritated, and instead of obeying his command, he decided to retort. There was a fence pause between them, which Mack decided was her opportunity to slice the tension in half! Or at least that is what she thought she was doing by intervening. Actually it occurred to her about two seconds after she’d opened her mouth that she was actually probably going to piss both of them off and place the focus on her. “Woah woah woah, put down your handbags, ladies! Lets all get along!”
She stood a little way from them. Now that she’d opened her big mouth she made herself pay very close attention to their movements in case one of them decided to attack her “He’s right you know, this place aint just for you!” With that she turned and purposely began to make her way towards the gymnastics equipment. She wanted to do some flips! She casually turned her back on him, but she kept on glancing his way just in case. |
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Post by Marcelis on Jul 25, 2015 22:12:10 GMT -5
**A visually irritated Marcelis was not something you see every day. In the matter of speaking, he tried to keep his cool as much as possible. But in some cases, where things come into play that actually rubs him the wrong, or anything attacking his "family" the beast would come out. The lion, the King of the jungle. But that is something for another day. This is a special day, if this kid choose to accept it or not, he actually got under his skin. But of course, he did have help... I mean, EVERYTHING that has been happening for one. And two, maybe he was being a true dick head, but now... It could seem warranted. He was about to strike, until he heard the woman on his right speak out to them. He snapped his head towards her as she spoke out, through his hair he caught the look she was giving. Was she impressed or was it more of fear? Maybe a bit of both, but that is here-say at this moment. A smiled slowly grew on his lips as before he looked back towards the smaller man, he reached down and grabbed his collar, pulling him up to and towards his own face. His face was covered slightly from his slicked hair small beads of sweat could be seen on his hair and forehead as he spoke still keeping his deep tone, at this point his breath recovered slightly. "Well then, you heard the woman... Would you like me to break your face, give you a reason?" |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2015 22:02:40 GMT -5
Leo looked the meat head in the eye. He didn't care if the guy was going to punch him, he was used to that, though why it mattered that Leo wasn't allowed in here and the blonde one was allowed confused him. Well whatever, he thought. First he wanted to give a polite warning to the jackass, the school was government owned last he checked, not dickhead owned.
"I'll give you a better reason," Leo growled as he spat into the guy's face and bit down on his hand quickly, seeing as how that would be the quickest way to piss him off and make him let go. He heard a loud roar of pain, and if he was dropped he was ready to jump back in preparation of a fight.
'At least I'm getting my cardio exercises done.' He thought.
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Post by Marcelis on Aug 2, 2015 14:13:10 GMT -5
**Of course things never work out the way you want it. In some cases, life throws you curve balls and you just have to deal with it. It was a small price to pay for just... living? Well maybe that why spit is landing on Mars' cheek and his hand having teeth marks on it. Or is that considered karma? Well whatever the hell it is, its not fun in this case. Marcelis wasn't himself. He let everything shatter his cool demeanor. His charismatic charm and luke warm feel of him, just melted away to his own burning rage. It was starting up... But if he let himself go, he would become the beast which could blow his cover. I mean, at the moment, spoiler alert, he doesn't really give a damn right now. Anger is engulfing him and maybe the only way is to release it... On said victim. "You little shit..." **Marcelis deep voice seeped out as the man's mouth fluid dripped down his cheek. At the last moment, he turned his face to the side as the spit hit his left cheek. That followed up by the bite, he really didn't see coming. His mind wasn't all there, of course he was just getting more angry. Maybe that was the boy's point. To piss Mars' off to point of self-destruction. Mars at this point just felt anger... His hand of course was in pain, but that pain was light considered his didn't bite down too hard. Just enough to get the reaction to let go. He was smart, if he would have held longer, Mars would grabbed his face and to take a broken thumb, he would broke the boy's jaw. A better trade than anything really. Marcelis reached up and rubbed the spit away as looked at his left hand flexing it to see if it was any more damage done... No? Well now its time to hurt someone. Slowly looking up, he saw the boy jump back, as Marcelis began to stalk him. Seems like the game of Cat and Mouse begins. A strong scowl stayed on his face as he spoke out from his first step towards him with his left leg. "First... I'll break your legs and then you face... Ready?" |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2015 4:27:04 GMT -5
Leo was not the least bit worried. Why would he be? Leo was far more lighter, wiry and had clothes in order to run properly, sprinting was also a bit of a specialty for him. As long as the guy wasn't a gold medalist in all of his school regionals, Leo would just need to continue to tire him out as long as her could. Problem was that Leo had little to no endurance. He would need to plan his movements carefully.
Leo yelled at the meathead, "Come get me, you're too slow for me anyway." He then proceeded to laugh and spit on the gym floor again.
Now that Leo was warmed up, he was more than ready to fight the lug-head, first move was already in his favor, piss off the big oaf.
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Post by Marcelis on Aug 10, 2015 9:50:03 GMT -5
.:OOC:. I was hoping you get you more involved, I mean it is a fight, i'll think of something else when I get into it... Just kinda winging it. @zen And again sorry about the delays, somethings came up and I am trying to keep active. Don't want ppl dropping anymore threads with me. @leodor .:IC:. **The guy was a "small" target, but that would be comparing things. Well this isn't a dick measur-- LET'S KEEP IT PG... Thanks. Marcelis just kept walking towards him. Well this was going to get annoying if he was going to run around like a chicken with its head cut. He was pretty confident in his quickness but was that before or after coming here? Maybe by size comparison, Mars would come off as grown man if standing side by side. But most of it was an illusion really. His muscles was expanded due the less water in his skin, and when he was working out the sweat and like more than defines his body right now. To untrained eyes, this could create the illusion, like a body builder dehydrating themselves and putting water on there bodies to stand out more. And a funny side note to that. A round that time frame, where people admire them for there strength, within those competitions, they are truly at their weakest. But to this end, Mars wasn't at his weakest and all the strength he was expressing was real... Would be if he gets his hands on him. Reaching a certain point between them, he would lower self and push his back left leg propelling himself forward. The sudden burst of speed would just either shock him or make him move to any direction. Well he wouldn't swing anything until he calculate his movement but if he was brave and didn't move... ~If wanna stop a bird you gotta...~**Catching ground Marcelis would release a short compact right hook aiming for the side of the boy's head. Where in twisting towards his left would add some power to the blow. Upon landing well he would just simply turn hand towards his right, releasing a left hook more powerful the right hook. Knocked out? Don't know but he would not be having a good time that is for sure. Now, if the blow didn't land sailing by the opponent in anyway, using the opportunity from the failed attempt and the hopeful lag of in which the boy was dodging he could quick hop up and throw his right leg back. And with that having his left leg forward he would be in his Orthodox stance again where ever the dodged his head from he would throw some sharp left jabs aiming for his head. ~Clip the little wings!~ |
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Post by Liv Carole on Aug 10, 2015 18:51:43 GMT -5
Liv poked her head in on the sounds of low arguing and fists beating thick equipment. Lucky her, there was a fight happening. Of the three standing in the room, her eyes eyes skimmed over and settled on the more solid built one. I want that one. Deciding to introduce herself, the girl stepped into the room, staying a good distance from the fight. Liv wasn't too strong, and taking an fly punch to her body was certain to put her into a foul mood. Crouching down, she propped her elbows on her knees to stare at the three.
"Oh, that was a nice right hook."
Briefly Liv glanced at the only other girl in the room, annoyed with her presence, but keeping her gaze curious. It would be bad if the girl didn't take a liking to Liv, because that would just be another person to foil. Women were much harder to fool than men. It was the little intuition that they were all gifted with that made it tricky for Liv. She planned to watch the fight in peace, giving small comments to the only one she was interested in. Focusing on the well-built guy, Liv gave him a sweet and amused smile as he attacked.
"Don't get too angry, you'll get yourself knocked out."
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Post by Marcelis on Sept 22, 2015 16:51:21 GMT -5
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Due to the inactivity of my opponent, I will close this thread and possibly make it again the near future, I apologize for everyone else that was involved and hope to make up for it in the near future. Again, Apologies.
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