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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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Post by Mikey Mikey Mikey on Aug 6, 2015 12:21:16 GMT -5
Mikey Mikey Mikey sat in his cell in prison, one that was specifically fashioned to accommodate to his every need. Sprawled out on his bed, the one-eyed redhead was listening to some music with an iPod given to him by a guard he had on his payroll, snoring incredibly loudly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2015 12:24:07 GMT -5
The cell door would open and a guard would walk in, a group of them standing outside of the cell for added insurance.
"Hey, asshole. It's time for to go eat."
The guard would kick at the side of Mikey's bed to shake him out of his slumber. Many of them were afraid to directly touch him at first, but in recent months, he had just been a stubborn punk in their eyes.
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Post by Mikey Mikey Mikey on Aug 6, 2015 19:33:55 GMT -5
Mikey's eyes shot open and he immediately went into an upright sitting position, but his eye remained shut. Slowly, he removed his headphones, before setting them to his side and yawning for an obnoxious period of time.
"Hey, bitchfuck. Time for to go english learning," he said with a chuckle as he stood up to his feet and began to make his way out of the cell.
Oh, lunch time - how fun were thee.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2015 2:38:10 GMT -5
The guards all stood there as Mikey yawned. For a really long time. They began to exchange nervous glances, never really sure how to deal with this guy. At Mikey's comment, they all looked at each other again. "What? Did I make a mistake?" The first guard asked, and the others shrugged as they allowed Mikey to exit, following behind him closely.
As he walked past the other cells, several inmates would call out to him, hissing and spitting in his direction. "YOU'RE GONNA DIE, MIKEY!", "Look at you, Riot pussy.", and "That guy had sex with my girlfriend... and then me..." were all things that could be heard. It was clear he wasn't short on enemies.
The guards would reach the end of the hall, opening the door for Mikey to walk around the corner and towards the cafeteria.
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Post by Mikey Mikey Mikey on Aug 10, 2015 22:54:21 GMT -5
Mikey blew kisses to all of the people who threw threats and insults his way, and the man who mentioned the sex got it the worst. Mikey stopped in front of his cell and started gyrating his hips, pushing his pelvis against the metal for at least a good thirty seconds, while simultaneously licking his lips. Then once he finally got bored of that, he moved on to the lunch room. With his single good eye, he kept an eye out for Japs now that Kaiser told him Orochi was in town.
Couldn't ever be too careful.
Walking into the lunch line and passing everyone to get to the front, Mikey would pull out a folding plate from his pocket, along with a set of nice, clean silverware given to him by the guards, and wait for his food.
"I smeeeeell snaaaaaaaaaaaaake," he said with a grin.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2015 23:47:26 GMT -5
"Come on, man... that's... that's not necessary..." The guard by Mikey spoke, as they all exchanged worried glances with one another. The prisoner inside of the cell looked as though he was suffering from traumatic memories as he saw Mikey's actions, crawling to the back of his cell and screaming during the duration of it.
They were relieved when Mikey continued on his way finally, nervous because they knew they couldn't exactly do anything to punish him. They had tried beating him countless times, and nothing ever budged him. He laughed it off. Many guards had ended up with permanent injuries for trying to go too far, which left the rest of them in fear.
In the lunch line, the cook stared at Mikey as he came up with his plate and fancy silverware, dropping a pile of slop onto the plate. The menu today said it was chicken casserole, but it resembled mashed potatoes. That probably wasn't right.
At the mention of the word 'snake', a hush fell over some of the cafeteria, and a few individuals looked up quietly at Mikey from behind him. A man walked up next to Mikey, dressed in the same prisoner garb, but he had a rich smell to him, a lot like a cologne that certainly wouldn't be in there.
"Snake? Looks like chicken to me, buddy. Are you gonna move along so the rest of us can eat?"
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Post by Mikey Mikey Mikey on Aug 11, 2015 6:09:34 GMT -5
Mikey would sniff the air a bit, placing the tray of "chicken asserole" on the counter and turning to face the person who addressed him with a cocked brow.
"I have several questions," he began just like famous YouTuber, JonTron. "First off, that looks like chicken? What did your family feed you when you were growing up, cat barf casserole "chicken" royale? Second, why are you wearing such a fancy cologne in a place like this? Tryna get fucked? Third, how do you have a fancy cologne in a place like this? And fourth - why don't I recognize you."
This was stated as more of a means of asserting dominance. This was someone Mikey didn't know, and with how long he'd been here he knew everyone. No one had the balls to say a damn thing to him, let alone smell like a summer's eve while doing so. Now not only did he smell snake, but something in the air was fishy as well. And it wasn't vagina.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2015 18:43:41 GMT -5
A hush fell over the entire cafeteria as Mikey spoke up, a few people in there shifting uncomfortably at the first man's attempt to derail Mikey's suspicions. He began to sweat nervously, realizing he forgot to take his cologne off before he got the disguise on.
A small click could be heard from the man's tray, and suddenly, he pulled a blade out from it, attempting to slash at Mikey's throat with it. Four members would get up from the crowd, revealing themselves as members of Orochi as they advanced on Mikey from behind.
"Busu! Kutabare!"
(OOC: For the sake of this thread, Mikey is allowed to start with a fully charged T5 Qi.)
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Post by Mikey Mikey Mikey on Aug 12, 2015 10:56:16 GMT -5
When the click was heard, time slowed down for Mikey, and every move this opponent made was like it was being done by a turtle in his stead. With a frown, Mikey leaned to his left and avoided the slash with minimal effort. And, in Japanese, he would respond: "[Your mother is a hamster and your father smells of elderberries. Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time.]"
He was going easy right now, but the aggressors would be able to notice he wasn't going to keep it up for long. His shirt appeared to be getting tighter, his pupils began to dilate, and he began to grow taller, millimeter by millimeter.
"I'll give you one chance, or I'm getting you fuckers back for Pearl Harbor."
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