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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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Exploiting Kindness (Angel)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2015 19:18:15 GMT -5
Gabriella would be annoyed, upset even. Her was bugging her, and she was out of anyway to deal with it. In fact she didn't even feel like moving from the shadows of the alley behind the bar she was at. She was out of money, and not even slightly tipsy. She would slid down the wall and curl up by the wall. By all rights she should get up and go home, and put up with the pain, but she refused to. Then a plan formed in her mind. Sliding out her phone she would look through the contacts. She had only added the guy she was looking up, out of intention to exploit, and it was time to exploit.
'Angel... Please I need help. You met me at school smoking. Please it hurts. I'm outside the back of bar... I think it's called 64. Please no one else will help me.'
Then Gabriella would put the phone away, grab at her own jacket and pull at it. Putting a tear down the front of it. Then she would wait.
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Post by Angel Vance on Jan 7, 2015 19:32:03 GMT -5
Angel put away his phone. After receiving a message like that how could he not help out the poor gal. He would be in the neighborhood anyways as he had also decided tonight was another night to forget about his brother. It wouldn't take long for him to find Gabriella, who seemed rough to say the least.
"Oh hun, are you ok? What can I do to help?"
Concern was just overflowing from him. He was determined to help this girl get back on her feet.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2015 19:45:06 GMT -5
By the time Angel arrived, Gabriella would also started to shiver slightly. The pain in her arm growing, and she would cradle it as if it would do anything to stop the pain, even though she knew it wouldn't. She would look up at his voice. Fake but convincing fear in her eyes, until fake realization that it was indeed Angel.
"My arm, my arm I need something anything for the pain. They... they took my money. Hit my bad arm." The words would be fast and hard to understand, raspy. As she played up the pain she was in, to the level that it sounded like she would cry but was holding it back to keep up appearances.
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Post by Angel Vance on Jan 8, 2015 13:43:32 GMT -5
Angel would slip off his over coat and then take off the hoodie he was wearing and offer it to her seeing her shivering in the cold. Then with a serious look in his face he would look her in the eye.
"Who hurt you?"
Angel didn't pick fights normally but now one of his friends was hurt, this was personal.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2015 14:49:40 GMT -5
Not a good question no one had hurt her after all. Blaming someone would aim his anger at someone who could tell them she had been lying. Well it was a simple question to divert anyway. "I..I don't I don't it was so quick. I was so scared I thought..I thought they would..." Gabriella would avoid the question trailing off at the implication of her words.
At that point Gabriella would pull her hip flask and hold it up shakily as if to pour some into her mouth. She would hold it away from her lips. Make it it obvious that it was empty and weakly drop it. Still shaking from the shivering she would try and making it look like she just couldn't calm down because of the fear and recolection.
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Post by Angel Vance on Jan 8, 2015 16:47:27 GMT -5
Angel was definitely simmering at this point as he looked around pointlessly for the, now fled attacker. His fist would be clinched but he sighed and relaxed his hand when he saw the pitiful state Gabriella was in. He would offer a hand to her.
"Hear lets get you out of here and back home. There is no reason for you to be freezing your butt off out here after what you've been through."
He would try giving a warm smile to help hopefully sooth her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2015 17:02:10 GMT -5
Gabriella would take the hand and let Angel help him up. However at his words Gabriella would push him off. Eye's seeming to go wide. "No no, dad will kill me." She would seem to freak out at the idea of going home. She was getting slightly annoyed, while she was managed to fool him. It was difficult to bend him to what she wanted.
She would slump against the wall and stay standing. "That money was meant to last all week, he'll kill me for losing it." She would lie, firstly the money wasn't acquired from her father, and secondly even if it was he father probably wouldn't give a fuck, as long as she stayed quiet about it. She would turn up the fear in her voice, making it sound like she was more afraid of her father then the thugs who had stolen from her.
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Post by Angel Vance on Jan 8, 2015 17:18:39 GMT -5
Angel looked at her sternly.
"Is your dad... I mean... If you need a place to stay my brothers old place isn't being used right now, and I'm the only one that knows he had it. So you're more than welcome to crash there if ya need. How much money did you lose?"
Angel would ask her curiously he didn't think giving her money would solve anything it would only lead to a temporary solution at best, and he didn't like those at best.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2015 17:31:08 GMT -5
Well the hinting at father issues worked like a charm it seemed. Though she didn't get the reaction she had hoped for but one a lot better. She had been planning to use this a quick time boon, and then drop the guy like yesterday's news. However at the mention of the unused place she saw the opportunity for the long game here.
"Really?" She would say sounding hopeful, and force herself to smile weakly at Angel. At the question though of how much she lose she would answer. "Around 50 bucks." Without missing a beat. It was enough that it sound like a trifling sum, but not to much as to sound outlandish.
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Post by Angel Vance on Jan 8, 2015 17:38:29 GMT -5
Angel nodded to her.
"Of course, and damn... I don't have that much unfortunately."
He would say looking a bit down. Even if he did have the money though he was sure that it would solve nothing.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2015 17:53:24 GMT -5
Gabriella would reach down, and pick up her flask from the ground. How to ask without seeming like it was her only intention. "Take me away from here." She would say getting closer to him, and wrapping her arm over his shoulder and leaning on him.
"I don't want you money anyway." She would lie to his comment about him not having that much on him anyway. "Though if your brother left anything to drink at his, I might use some to deal with the pain and calm down. I'd replace it." She would admit, with no intention of replacing it if she did. and seem to sag against the support of his body more. "Would you stay though, I don't wanna be alone?" She would ask as well, that way she could continue to work on him.
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Post by Angel Vance on Jan 8, 2015 18:10:46 GMT -5
Angel supported her and nodded with a gentle smile.
"Sure no problem hun. It's this way."
He would lead her to an old rundown house that looked like it was falling apart. He would gently lean Gab against the fence saying.
"Wait here for just a moment."
He walked over to the door and with his back turned to her fooled around with the door for a minute before it creaked open. Then he would walk back over to her to help her inside.
"Sorry it takes a bit of a trick to open it from the outside when its locked."
Inside the house didn't look much better than outside, there was barely anything in there that you could even say looked decent. Most of it was beaten torn or just plain broken. But this was where Angel remembered spending most of the time with his brother. To be technical this house belonged to his gang buddies but they all left by now. He would set Gab on the couch that was still surprisingly comfortable despite being old dusty and torn. Then he would stand up rubbing his hands to get them to being warm.
"Tada, I know not the most glamorous place in the world but I'll go start a fire and this will warm up nicely and in general its just a great way to escape from the real world."
He would go over to the fire place grabbing a broken chair that had be sitting there, he would break it even more setting it in the fire place with some old newspapers and other kindling then he would pull out a zippo lighter, flipping it open and starting the fire. Then he would turn and start to speak before remembering something then he would go off to one of the random rooms in the house and there would be a loud creaking sound followed by the sound of bottles clanging together, then a loud slamming sound. Then Angel would come back into the room holding to bottles of cheap vodka.
"Not the best tasting thing known to man but hey they get the trick done."
He would say offering her one of the bottles and taking his own seat next to her as he opened his bottle taking a swig.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2015 18:35:33 GMT -5
Gabriella would lean against the fence when placed there, and try to see pass him to see the trick of being able to open the door. However he blocked her line of sight when he did so. Then once inside she would sink in to the sofa surprised at how soft it felt compared with the chaos of the place.
Her heart would sink how likely would it be that there would still be anything to drink in here. So she was pleasantly surprise that he brought them vodka and got a fire going.
This was working out better then expected. Breaking the bottle top off with her teeth she would take down a couple gulps of the liquid. Cheap or not it would be good enough for her.
"Thank you...I don't know what to say for all you've done." She would say playing to the guy's nice side.
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Post by Angel Vance on Jan 8, 2015 18:48:49 GMT -5
Angel shrugged.
"No need to thank me. I'm used to being used... its the worst feeling in the world."
He'd take another big gulp of his own bottle.
"I'm just glad I'm able to do what I can to help a friend... Though I guess after only meeting you for a second time I'm taking liberty in calling you that but... the fact you trsuted me to help sets my mind at ease I guess."
He'd drink again.
"There is where I like to go to be alone. This is where I have some fond memories of my brother. Before I found out he didn't really care about me, only my talents."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2015 19:09:32 GMT -5
Aww she wasn't the first to pick him as a target. That took a little of the fun out of the game. Gabriella would rush drinking more of the bottle, finishing about half and being to hold it like the alcoholic she was.
"I had no one else to turn to. You're the only person who has tried being kind to me." Partially true, it may make him feel like a last resort, but it was the sympathy card she was going for. However she needed to make it sound like she cared for actually being friends for this to work.
"Your brother used you?" She would ask in a curious and disbelieving tone as if that sort of betrayal was wrong to her morals. Resisting the urge to ask about the 'Talents' he had mentioned.
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