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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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Regrets and Spirits (Yvette)
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Having perfected our disguise, we search for someone we can't fool.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 13, 2015 21:27:58 GMT -5
Siobhan nodded somberly at the French girl's words. That was very true as well. It hadn't occurred to her that throughout most of their conversation, Siobhan might have glanced over at her once or twice. Anyways! She was not angry, she was stressed out. Of course it hadn't slipped her steadily descending mind that at any moment her father would be hustling down those stairs, sending his only daughter one look, and then she was gone. Aww, I'm having fun. Siobhan blinked at the bar counter. Was she really having fun, or was the alcohol good at giving her beer goggles? She figured that was a redundant question. Siobhan rarely enjoyed herself.
"I'm not angry, I'm confused. Is this White Russian supposed to taste sweet or bitter? Also, if the bartender doesn't play good music what are we going to do then?"
It was never hard to speak the opposite of her thoughts. Siobhan could keep up conversations even while daydreaming. To her, it wasn't a convenient habit, it was a survival skill. She got no sleep, she got no peace, there needed to be at least something left for her to escape into. Alcohol was good at that, but it also loosened her tongue drastically. Siobhan needed more practice with it. What better way than making a bar buddy while under pressure!
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I would marry books if I could. Society isn't ready for that though.
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 13, 2015 21:48:23 GMT -5
Yvette grinned at her Russian friend and leaned back slightly staring hard to the girl. Confused? Well, sense they were a little buzzed it wasn't too far fetched. However to be confused over a drink? Hmmm, wouldn't the taste change slightly for each person. Well people's taste buds can differ and all. She was sitting there thinking of all the times she noticed people thought one thing about a dish or drink and she thought something else, but she remembered something else was said. It was something important. It was abut the music wasn't it. Yvette couldn't think of anything else more important. She rested her head on the counter thinking hard on what the girl had said. Then bringing her head up and taking a drink of her beverage she turned to the girl her big brown eyes lit up.
"WE CAN SING!" |
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 16, 2015 14:01:16 GMT -5
Siobhan finally let out a loud laugh, amused with the girl's response. Yes, they could sing. Siobhan wasn't going to, but it was a possibility. It was also an effective solution as well. You could sing whatever you considered good music in your own biased opinion. Everyone was happy. Unless you were tone deaf. Then it was bad. Siobhan didn't really want to sing, ever, because her voice was annoying to herself. In her younger years, Siobhan had been given a tutor for singing because apparently she was also "gifted" in that area as well.It had taken an exorbitant amount of time and protesting before she was finally removed from singing. Siobhan had no aspiration that would involve singing. It was a distraction.
Siobhan accepted her drink and opted to not reply to the singing mention, just bobbing her head in agreement. Was she supposed to take this drink slow? She wasn't sure, but already a quarter of it was gone. Siobhan frowned at the missing liquor before casting another glance at the far stairwell. Sooner or later her father would be coming down the stairs. What was the time? That would give her a good timeframe. Siobhan turned to the French girl, noticing the syllables were slightly slurred when she talked.
"I have to leave soon."
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 18, 2015 20:08:57 GMT -5
Yvette frowned at Russian girl's less then enthusiastic response. This girl really needed a hefty pick me up. However Yvette didn't didn't know she was the one that could do that, but she could damn well try to be. She put her hand up signalling the bartender and leaned over the counter slightly and ordered a drink for the girl with a grin.
"She'll take a Godfather on me."
Resting back on her feet she looked over to the girl and cocked her head. Yvette went to finish her own drink and leaned back to study the girl. In her drunk state Yvette's observation skills were somewhat lacking. She shook her head somewhat frustrated and sighed. Well she could just go off the girl's words, but she didn't want to pry. Giving a small shrug she looked over at the girl her expression turning serious.
"I don't know why you have to leave, but if don't want to go. You can come back to my place with me. I mean we go to the same school, you look to be about my size clothes wise. I also have running water so you don't have to worry about too much. Except maybe the hangover you may get." |
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 18, 2015 20:44:40 GMT -5
Siobhan was still lost in her thoughts when the girl ordered another drink. Leaving. Actually walking out the threshold and into the New York City's air. Sitting in a car for at least five minutes while heading back to the Arden manor. Walking into the Arden manor. None of the chains of events sounded at least mildly pleasing. But what if the transaction went sour? The idea kept doing 180's in her head, completely persistent and determined to get the full meaning engraved in her. Didn't she realize that indulging in drinking would only make it worse? Siobhan would have worse bruises come morning because she was acting so stupid while her father was undergoing pressure. How thoughtless of me. Stupid, stupid, stupid...
"I don't know why you have to leave, but if don't want to go. You can come back to my place with me. I mean we go to the same school, you look to be about my size clothes wise. I also have running water so you don't have to worry about too much. Except maybe the hangover you may get."
Psh, hangover-shmangover. Siobhan could handle this. She wouldn't be a champ if this much liquor toppled her over. Just kidding... Already her balance was swirling like a permanent drain. Although... the idea was appealing. Sure her father would exact revenge at a later date, he never forgot when people crossed him, but as long as Siobhan returned tomorrow it wouldn't be a big deal. If she remembered to play it off well. I've never been couch surfing before... No, this was just an extension of a favor. God, she was stupid sometimes. Siobhan turned and gave a bright grin to the French girl. Maybe I'm supposed to act like I'm not overly-grateful?...
"You wouldn't mind? That's awful generous of you. I mean, we just met and I'm kind of a bit tipsy so in a few drinks I won't even have a filter. Not to mention I'd be putting you out for a night..."
Siobhan waved her hands in a drunken manner, trying to get the point across without sounding too buzzed. She didn't want to sound stupid. Pluuusss Siobhan was Russian. Didn't Russians hold liquor down well? She wasn't sure. Was that another stereotype?
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 20, 2015 0:04:26 GMT -5
Yvette gave an overly exaggerated sigh and then took the last drink of her White Russian. She then ordered herself a Godfather thinking, why not? With her new drink on the way she turned to the Russian girl again and gave a small slightly amused smile. Generous? Filter? Giving a tiny chuckle she talked her speak somewhat slurred but also kinda nonchalant.
"If I minded, I wouldn't have asked. It isn't generous, I'm just repaying you back for the shots you bought me. Also, who the hell cares about having a filter?"
She was handed her new drink and put it to her lips greedily. Honestly she wondered why she hadn't died of alcohol poisoning yet, she had been drinking since such a young age. Shrugging at her own thoughts, well as long as she wasn't dead that meant she could always visit another bar. However that would have to wait till the next time she felt like she was about to break down from emotional stress. She was going to have company tonight. |
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 20, 2015 20:34:38 GMT -5
Siobhan watched the French girl intensely, waiting for the slightest bit of reproach. Maybe she was saying that out of kindness, but actually she didn't want anyone at her house. She could understand that. Siobhan wasn't sure she would want a tipsy girl she met at a bar hanging out in with her afterwards, let alone going to her house. Briefly she thought through her plans for the next day, scratching out all of the possibilities that if worse came to words, then she could just take a bus to school. What was the bus schedule again? Siobhan's head was foggy trying to piece details together.
"Yeah.. thanks. I'm just giving you a heads-up though. Also, if I throw up then we can just use my credit card to buy you new stuff."
Repaying me back for the shots? Siobhan remembered buying four shot trays. Oh yeah those. It wasn't too big of a deal to her. Spending approximately forty dollars on alcohol wasn't too bad, especially when it came in concentrated amounts. Did this girl realize how much it cost to buy the wine her father insisted on stocking? Cheap prices came in at about one hundred-fifty. Shaking her head to herself, Siobhan just let it go. There was no reason to get started on another rant she felt passionate about.
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 21, 2015 13:06:28 GMT -5
Yvette chuckled at the girl's words. New stuff? No need really, she had bleed and thrown up all over them before. She knew how to get stains out, and if worse came to worse she could just reupholster the furniture. It's not like she needed much else in the apartment.
"You don't need to replace anything, I no how to clean a few dirty items."
With that she took another drink of her dwindling beverage. She stared at it for a few moments, did she really get this only a few minutes ago? Shrugging she downed the rest and swayed on her feet for a moment. Shaking her head she placed the cup back on the table and then turned to the girl.
"So how soon do we have to be leaving?" |
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 22, 2015 9:17:03 GMT -5
Siobhan gave a wary glance to the far stairwell. How do you explain to a pretty drunk French girl that unfortunately, the drinking should probably stop now. Damn, not even she would listen to that. It had been very nice of the girl to offer to let Siobhan sleep at her house, but she didn't want to cause trouble. Already, the transaction was taking too long. If emerging men with angry faces didn't emerge now, the gunshots would. Still trying to keep up the demure of being a confused drunk (which by no means was that much of a stretch), she cocked her head back to the girl.
"Okay, but what's your actual name. I can't keep calling you zohlotce all night. I'm Siobhan by the way?"
She offered her name in a tentative way, not wanting to irritate the girl. She'd give her an answer about the time they needed to leave in a moment. This was Siobhan's crash course to How To Escort New And Drunk Friends From A Gunfight. Firstly, names were important, if someone got lost, that would be bad. Second, actually evacuate the area. In the worst case, you would be caught in the gunfight, but then you just duck and cover.
Thump.
Siobhan cast one alarmed look up to the ceiling before snatching the girl's glass and hers, slamming them on the bar counter. The bartender cast her an annoyed look but after grabbing them, he disappeared into the back room. Turning to her new friend, Siobhan gave her a quick grin before snatching up both of their bags and her hand. Looks like that was the end of the crash course.
"I think we'll have to leave now."
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 23, 2015 14:33:53 GMT -5
Yvette ran her finger along the rim of her glass seemingly bored, she really wished there was something more exciting to do. She then eyed her book picking it up and then stashed it in her bag. At this point and time she know she couldn't read, and it wasn't because of her company. Her ears perked when the girl told Yvette her name and she smiled. Facing the girl she gave a small laugh on how far they had come without giving one another there names. Shrugging slightly she answered and amused smile not leaving her face.
"Siobhan, nice name. My name is Yvette."
Now sooner had she told Siobhan her name did the girl take her glass and started looking frenzied. Yvette was surprised for a moment but didn't make a move to stop the girl. She guessed she probably couldn't do anything in her drunken state anyway. Then when the girl grabbed their bags and her hand Yvette just looked at her puzzled. Not really fighting it she just shrugged. This was certainly more interesting. Hearing the girl speak she laughed her brown eyes sparkling some.
"You don't say?" |
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 26, 2015 20:26:35 GMT -5
Thank God. Yvette, as Siobhan had found out, wasn't the type to start screaming. Well, she was pretty damn grateful for that. Already they were attracting attention from the quick escape, but as long as Siobhan made conversation, there wasn't anything to alarm the French Girl about. Looking upwards to the ceiling, Siobhan estimated that there was about fifteen, maybe ten, more seconds left to get to the doorway. Casting a glance across the pub, she then turned to Yvette. Grabbing the girl's hand, Siobhan gave her a few more instructions before rushing across the large tavern.
"Alright, so now we run. Once we're outside, we can do whatever, but for now, let's just get out of here and make sure that you run."
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Sept 1, 2015 12:29:58 GMT -5
Yvette didn't know what the rush was, but she was go along with it. She really wasn't in the mood to try and pry people open anymore. Picking up the pace she tried to match Siobhan. All she did was give a small smile and a quick nod to her new friend. Thinking to herself it was probably better if she didn't know what the hell was going on she kinda went with the flow of things. Hoping no one was gonna get hurt she looked at Siobhan from the side, what in the world could this girl be involved in?
(ooc: I tried wife I really did.) |
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Sept 6, 2015 18:16:07 GMT -5
Seeing the girl's side look forced a laugh out of Siobhan. She was well aware that this was no usual occurrence. If Siobhan hadn't been so familiar with situations like these, then she would probably be spitting bullets. Speaking of which, there was a thundering noise from the far stairwell, capturing the girl's attention. Siobhan had a chance to look over as a bunch of men in suits flew outwards before her body pitched downwards. Are you serious!?
Siobhan vomited burning alcohol back up her throat, hands shaking while they held her up. Distantly there were gunshots, but in her mind there was nothing but screaming. How nice. She would vomit in the most disgraceful manner until she choked on it or got shot. Siobhan was begging to be shot. It wouldn't matter because her stomach was heaving so much that she couldn't even get a breath of air in. Unable to even look up at Yvette, she hoped the girl had just ditched her and ran outside. God damn it, I'm so sorry.
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Sept 8, 2015 20:54:07 GMT -5
Yvette's hand was pulled down as Siobhan went falling. She looked around rapidly seeing men come out of nowhere a groan escaped her. What the hell did she get herself into this time? Figuring she had no time to find out she looked at the vomiting girl on the floor. Kinda wanting to scream out in frustration she let out a small pathetic sigh.
"Sorry Cher, I'm a little selfish. So I'm going to have to keep you as a drinking buddy."
Quickly she bent down and lifted the girl onto her back. Yvette tried not to think of the screaming she was hearing for all around her. All she needed to do was get out. Now with Siobhan on her back looking like she was taking some sort of sloppy piggy back ride Yvette dashed for the door. Thinking to her self at a rapid pace she tried to set out a game plan. Yvette knew she wasn't that fast put she knew she could carry Siobhan for awhile. As she was thinking to herself a group of men bust out of the pub and were heading in their direction. Cursing under her breath she turned sharply and did her best to steady the gold eyed girl on her back. Pushing her legs to their peek she ran across the street and ran down into an alley. However she didn't stop, running to the other side of the alley she bolted down the pavement once more. Slowly recognizing where they were she jumped some road contraction cones and flew through the site. At the moment she didn't even care if there was someone around to see her. Yvette's eyes were wide as she peeked over her her shoulder and around the girl on her back. She didn't see anyone following them, but she wasn't about to take chances at the moment. Her eyes flickered back to what was in front of her. At the end of the street she could see her apartment building. Turning swiftly into the large bland building she raced up the stairs praying she didn't fall. Coming upon her room she slide the girl off her back. Quickly whipping out her keys and jamming them into the door she flung it open. Dragging the girl inside and kicked the door shut.
Once fully inside she wanted to take a moment to breathe. However her body didn't let her have that luxury. Clamping a hand down on her mouth she rushed to her sink and then released her mouth promptly emptying her stomach. Wiping off the bile that was clinging to her lips she turned to the girl and grinned looking worn.
"I knew there was a reason I never took track, anyway welcome to my house. Make yourself at home." |
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