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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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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 9, 2015 0:32:41 GMT -5
Steven’s mind had been on fire for days, ever since the attack on the pillar’s at school. Steven was glad to have come out relatively unscathed compared to what he could have done. He was alive that was what matters. However he was pissed off, he never saw it coming. How could he have expected for someone to try what the gang and unknown man had done so. Since then Steven, Yamabara and Mathew had been working like mad. They had to move things up quickly, and Steven previous plan on what to say was completely thrown away. In fact he should have been writing, even though it was still reasonably early. However he couldn’t bring himself to do so, he needed to vent his frustration. Steven normally wasn’t one to vent using violence but today he was doing so. Not against a person, of course, it would take a lot more to push him to that. However the tree could fair better.
The tree in question was one of the parks he was normally to be found when either not at home or at school. Somewhere anyone trying to track him down could probably find out. The tree was also the one he had met with Allen’s sister Phoebe a little while back. Steven’s hands would repeatedly slam into the tree, open palms sore and scuffed, while the tree had peeling bark from his unwarranted assault. Occasionally he would jump back and then back in clashing out with feet, shin or knee, ignoring the pain, as he fought against his inanimate foe.
He needed to be stronger then he was if things were going to work. Saya’s training was making him more skilled but his strength and speed was lacking compared to her’s and especially compared to the main fighter of the riot gang who had attacked, and the red headed man. While lifting weight may of done something to help, he was also trying to build up resistance to the pain. If he could fight through pain, then maybe he could win out against what the future may bring just by out lasting it.
He was tempted to try and delay things, but knew he couldn’t. Not and live with himself, what he had in mind he had to follow through with and soon. He considered calling Allen and trying to bring him in to the fold before he put things in motion, but he was in with the lightning gang and until Steven knew what they were like he couldn’t risk letting the info out too soon. Steven continued to smash up the tree, his hand pushed to breaking point. The occasional swear shouted in frustration and pain.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2015 21:22:06 GMT -5
If people avoiding the area the shouts were coming from was any indication, the immediate and not-so-immediate area where the teen beat on the hapless tree was devoid of people. Few would bother to go investigate, and none would approach the rather frustrated male. These days, people were wary.
And rightfully so, in a great many cases.
And yet, the norm wasn't always something that applied to a certain brunette.
Said brunette who was, in fact, out jogging with Bastion and Yumi. And as such things went, they were all heading to check out the racket, as that was precisely the heading that Phoebe took them on when she first heard the faint yells. Rather than chance it being the Riot Squad, she slowed as she rounded the bend in the path, first looking around as the yells were particularly hearty in exertion and frustration, despite the fact there was only one voice.
Thankfully, instead of finding someone being beaten upon...she found none other than Steven, wailing on a tree.
That poor tree.
Concerned now that he seemed quite angry, she nodded and restarted their jog, heading over to her fellow student and slowing.
"Doooon't tell me. That tree made a spare dead leaf fall in your way, so you had to teach it what happens when it dares to cross your path?"
Her tone was clearly teasing. Had anyone else been around, they'd likely be staring, dumbfounded, at the girl that dared to interrupt someone that may or may not have mental issues. Or issues with managing anger, at the very least.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 10, 2015 21:39:38 GMT -5
Steven would look up and halt his unfair attack on the tree, and turn to look at who was talking to him. Only for it to be to some surprise Phoebe. Steven would shake his hands out, placing a hand to his mouth. Sucking at one of the larger small cuts, his palm had from wailing on the tree. Steven would shake his head briefly before pulling his hand in front of him and linking his fingers.
"Just training." Steven would say with a large sigh as if trying to let his frustration dissipate. He didn't want to show others he knew his more anger side. Especially when he normally had it under such control. The linked hand would break and then move up to his face, wiping down his face, removing sweat and some of the tiredness of his practise from his eyes. The sodium content of his sweat, making the cuts on his hang sting slightly.
"Are you alright? After the other day I mean. Allen said you had been attacked, and they attacked the school." Steven would ask out of concern. Steven would see the other two member of The Lightning Gang, with her. The same two that had fought along side her, and who's charge along with Phoebe's and Shugo's words, had forced him to get involved himself. Steven would give them a respectful nod, one at each of them. Not knowing he was likely to meet the pair again in the future, as Allen would manage to get him to join in a few days.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 14:13:28 GMT -5
Phoebe blinked a little at the question while her two companions nodded.
"Uh, yeah. I'm okay. No worse for wear. But if you're training, well...haha, there are some things less punishing on yourself than a tree~ You don't have any bags at home~?"
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 12, 2015 15:16:52 GMT -5
Steven would sigh, he wished he had equipment to train at home. He didn't, while his cousin had set him up pretty nicely, asking him to spend money on things like training equip so that he could fight better, while his cousin completely disagreed with him fighting at all. Well he knew that wouldn't go down very nicely.
"Na I don't have anything like that, heck I don't even have weights." Steven would answers. "Would take me quite awhile to save up, and well I always end up buying books instead." Steven would admit, he could have bough some training equipment if he saved, money his cousin gave him to live off, but that never happened.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 12:02:37 GMT -5
Phoebe shook her head with a smile.
"Well hey, there's always the school's gym. And some places allow for walk-ins. I find that can sometimes be better... But we also have equipment at home in our basement if you'd ever want to use any without the hassle of going to another place, or five-five-two~"
She hopped back and forth a bit, keeping limber.
"Tell you what. I'm not concerned with your cuts. So if you want, Steven, we can go for a sparring round. Or we can leave you be~ Orrrr you can take a breather~"
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 18, 2015 13:06:02 GMT -5
Steven knew about the school gym, however going that far to school when ever he wished to train was a bit on the long side for him. He knew that Phoebe's home was closer, but he hadn't actually ever been there. "Thanks for the offer." Steven would say politely. He may not take her p on it but it was kind of her to suggest it.
To the second question Steven would actually get into a defensive stance. "Well the last one was cut short." Steven said talking about when the School Captain had interrupted him, phoebe and her brother. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2015 23:56:58 GMT -5
Phoebe nodded with a brief smile before it briefly widened as Steven took up a stance.
The expression quickly evaporated to seriousness as she sprang forward without waiting for him to finish, hoping to take an edge by feinting slightly and then coming in for a quick left cross that lacked the majority of the strength she had, her free hand up to guard. Then she would move to the left, hoping to quickly sneak and dance to the side!
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 26, 2015 0:08:30 GMT -5
Steven wouldn't have expected Phoebe to spring to action so quickly, and would have the cross take him across the face. It stung, but not as much as he would have expect of her. She was meant to be a champion boxer.
As she darted to the left, Steven would spin on the spot, his left leg coming up hard and fast. A spinning side kick aimed to hit her in the thigh. Before as he brought the leg down and spinning the other way, his right hand would come up and send a palm for her chest. It was the easiest target to go for other then her head. He just hoped, he wouldn't think him trying to crop a feel. Allen would kill him for that.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2015 13:25:34 GMT -5
She is a champion boxer.
But she had no need to beat on Steven, and so even then showed her quality in lessening her force. It was a spar, not a fight.
She took another half step to the side as Steven's leg came crashing against her upper thigh, and had enough weight on the leg that she grunted from the force but didn't fall. Her arm shot down, hooking his leg and pulling it up with a quick burst forward, using strength, speed, and her grip to send him to the grass, releasing it so she wouldn't go down with. If it worked she would dance back and bounce on the balls of her feet, waiting.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 27, 2015 20:04:34 GMT -5
Phoebe would be able to catch his leg and push it up with a force that would send him sprawling to the ground. However as he fell, Phoebe letting her grip go so that Steven's couldn't bring her down with him, one of Steven's hands would shoot out for the floor. It was awkward to pull off, because of the angle going down, but he would be able to turn the moment of the fall into a flip.
He wouldn't gracefully move the air and land on his feet, but flip he would landing in a crouch rather then across the floor. Steven would kick up, and push forward. Aiming to clear the distance between them, Steven would throw his right hand, in a palm strike for her. Only to switch up what he was doing and duck low, attempting to sweep Phoebe off her feet with his right leg.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 17:45:40 GMT -5
She liked distance. It suited her style of boxing to let her opponent have to close it. Most times they chose to keep their feet on the ground to keep their mobility.
Steven, however, leaped, and Bee darted to the side and away from where he would land—far enough away that his leg sweep wouldn't catch her if he followed through with it, her expression calmly set. He'd surprised her a little, though; his spring cleared a fair ways! She was going to be more watchful. He was clearly faster than her.
She exhaled and pulled in another breath, continuing to move away to keep the advantage of distance on her side.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 2, 2015 22:13:10 GMT -5
Steven leg would meet air, as she darted aside but Steven wouldn't stop moving. He would flow with graceful movements, pushing over to the leg that had made the sweep, and using it to bring his body up once more. His left leg would raise, and swing outwards.
A heavy but fast round house kick towards her right hand side. It would aim high but not too high, striking for under the arm or shoulder. As he didn't want her to simply to duck under the leg, nor did he want to purposely aim for her head any way.
If she caught the leg, once again he would already have a back up attack. If she caught it, he would jump in, pushing off his right leg powerfully, and bending his left as to make it so he could close the distance. He would try and bring his knee, and his weight into her gut and both to the floor.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 14:06:29 GMT -5
WHUMP!
The roundhouse connected and sent Pheebs falling left with a quick gasp. Yeah. She was at a major disadvantage in terms of speed! But she caught herself on one hand briefly, simply using it as one might use a rudder: using it to steer herself into a roll across the snowy grass.
Brr!
Bee didn't have enough momentum to make it back to her feet. So when she stopped on her side, her eyes immediately sought Steven out, clearly expecting a followup!
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 3, 2015 20:30:11 GMT -5
Steven would bring his leg back down, and as it touched down, you move into follow Phoebe. As she rolled away Steven wouldn't attack in a way that could cause serious damage. No kicks to the torso or head , or stamps to the body. Which in a real fight would be a serious way of taking some one down.
No instead he would bring his right foot down on her left hand, before she had chance to push up properly. He would try to put enough for to make it painful, but not enough to risk breaking bone. However though he would have chosen her left hand just in case he was unable to hold himself back as much as he hoped. More people were right handed, so losing her left hand would be less likely to annoy.
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