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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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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO.
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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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Light Speeding in the Dark (Austin)
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I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction. I'm right where I should be. Don't try and fix me..
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 17, 2015 20:04:16 GMT -5
After staring into those eyes, pang of regret would resound within the outlaw's head. This girl was either a really good liar, or she was telling the truth. It still seemed odd for her to act the way she had if she surely didn't know the man. But then again, human beings could be down right strange sometimes. He wasn't immune to that himself.
After a couple more seconds of staring, Austin's left hand would reach out slowly toward the girl's face. He would simply look to grab her chin from underneath, fingers pressing into her cheeks. As long as she didn't fight him, Austin didn't plan to hurt her anymore.
"I'll pretend to believe you for now.. But I swear if I find out differently.. You're gonna wish I had my guys do their thing."
To be honest, he still wasn't sure if she was lying. But those tears didn't seem fake. And the begging and pleading seemed too real to ignore. The rape threat was just that, he had never stooped that low before and didn't plan on it anytime soon. He had just been hoping to get an answer out of her. Austin would release her face and stand, stepping backwards as he spoke again.
"Maybe next time you should be more careful in who you choose to punch.."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2015 20:18:12 GMT -5
Gabriella wouldn't even resist when 'Apex' grabbed her chin, the fingers pressing into her face were annoying but she was too scared to fight back against him. She didn't know that his threat was only a threat. Even so the non-committal way that he said that he would believed her, scared her even more. The hinted threats at worse thing then what his guys could do to her, chilling to the bone.
The smart thing was to let him walk away, to just let him go on his way. Happy in the knowledge that she didn't know 'Red' and as such 'Apex' would never find out a reason to follow through with his threats. However as broken as she was, her own curiosity about 'Red' would shine though. Maybe she could get that and turn someone hostile to her aid instead.
"I'll help... Let me help, I don't want you coming back to hurt me any more... please." At this point she would be playing off her true fears, in order to make the attempt seem more believable. If it worked, she could play him, get close to 'Red' play him hopefully and then use him to smash this guy back down in the end.
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I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction. I'm right where I should be. Don't try and fix me..
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 17, 2015 21:03:23 GMT -5
And just as Austin was getting ready to walk back toward his motorcycle, the girl spoke again. Though this time she was trying to tell him that she wanted to help. He wouldn't lie, he was a bit skeptical. Austin would consider her words for a moment though, before glancing back over his shoulder toward the female, those hazel hues staring again.
"Annnd now you wanna help.. Women are so indecisive sometimes. I'll bite though.. You see him, you let me know. You find anything out about him, you let me know.. You can call me Knuckles."
Whether it was a trap or not, he didn't mind taking the bait. After all, if it was then the red haired one would find him, which was fine with Austin. If not, it still wouldn't hurt to have an extra set of eyes and ears on the case. As he spoke, his hand would have dipped into his pocket to pull out a burner. He would hold it up in front of him as he spoke again.
"Gimme some info, baby."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2015 23:08:33 GMT -5
Not the perfect result, but better then she had hoped. He had the obvious control in the in this and future interactions. That would one day change. Gabriella would roll her eyes at being called baby, so soon after the guy had seriously hurt her.
Gabriella would quickly list of her number or one of them. She had multiply SIM cards for her phone and switched them. It was a cheaper but less effective version of the burner phone. She would only ever call the dealers she bough off, from certain numbers. So as to add in one slightly blurred line of separation, if not very effective.
She would then try and pick herself up the floor, still nursing her arm. However if he made it clear she wasn't to get up while he was still there, she wouldn't. If allowed to stand or not, she would introduce herself as well. "Gabs." She would reply. "And don't call me baby." It probably wasn't smart to make demands while holding such a weak hand, but only those she was trying to use in that way. Would she allow to get away with it.
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I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction. I'm right where I should be. Don't try and fix me..
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 18, 2015 12:23:56 GMT -5
"Okay Gabs. Be more careful next time. You're lucky you weren't roadkill."
Austin's phone would be placed into his coat and he would continue to walk away. There was nothing left to say. Time would tell whether or not this Gabs was telling the truth. Austin knew she went to his school, because she had been in the courtyard during the Riot attack. He was sure that he would see her around.
After he reached his harley, Austin would lift his leg over and settle himself upon the bike. Turning it on, he would throw the female one last look before the engine roared and the motorcycle took off.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 17:09:55 GMT -5
Gabs wanted to tell him to shut up, she didn't want his concern. She didn't believe it sincere in away shape of form. Nevertheless she would nod. Watch as Knuckles mounted his bike and after a final look drove away.
Still in pain, Gabs plans of going home and getting some sleep where completely changed by these events. Crossing the road back to where she had originally come from and towards the bar. She would kick the door in to open it. Lucky for the owner that the door swung both ways on double hinges, uncommon maybe they had them put in special. Dropping into a bar stool, drowning away the pain and anger began.
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