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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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Those With Morals [ STEVEN || INVITE ]
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"What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets. Fuck outta' here."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jan 20, 2015 13:16:53 GMT -5
"Some good shit."
"I really like how you're stuffing your fucking face at a time like this." Juelz gazed at his identical sibling with a look of disappointment.
"Well, yanno', this some good shit and I'm hungry. Besides, New-York Philly Cheese Steak is the best." His brother retorted with greasy smacking lips.
Juelz shook his head and couldn't help but finding himself looking around the empty food parlor; the only people within being himself, his brother, and the establishment owners.
"They are coming, right?"
"Yeah."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because everyone wants a piece of the pie." He would retort was a group of men swarmed into the empty establishment.
"That your boy?" His sibling would ask with a single head gesture; gesturing towards the rather "grotesque" looking thug leading the entrance.
"Yup."
Juelz stood from his stool and greeted the person of entrance by meeting him half way. The ugly looking thug eyed the two brothers with a smirk before speaking up. "Only you two, huh? Here I am with a mini army while it's only you two." He cackled a wheezy laugh, "Dunno' if arrogant on your part or wishin' something would pop off on mine."
"You and your little clique of nighttime thugs aren't worth anything to me. We're here to try and make a deal, no violence or anything else associated with it." Juelz responded as he brought up a suitcase; the contents already known as if this was some cliche action film.
"But if you tryna' throw down..." His brother would whisper to himself as he finished the massive meal before him.
The group of men eyed the suitcase with eyes filled with lust. Juelz opened it and they saw metaphorical nirvana; the way they eyed the large sum of money made the Juniors stomach churn something vicious. But his disgust would subside as he began speaking once again.
"Let me push my product on your territory. You get 60% of everything it is you sell and if you can manage to branch from that, you can keep 50% of whatever it is you're branching too. Consider this as payment in advance, if you will." |
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 20, 2015 14:04:36 GMT -5
The pages of the book flicked passed, as Steven was walking home for the day. However something in the book made him realise something, mention of food in the page, reminded Steven that his fridge at home was empty. He had missed going to the shop for the last few days to pick up food. However Steven was in no mood, to do so now. Though he knew that he had to eat something for the day. Not eating would be stupid. As such, Steven would lower his book. Eyes glancing down the street. Steven's eye would eventually settle on a somewhere he could eat, and decided that he would force himself to have a meal as to not go hungry later due to laziness. Steven would dog ear the end of his book, and with some effort force the pages into the pocket of his jacket.
Heading down the street, Steven would push the door open and head inside. At first glance he wouldn't see anything odd. Not registering how odd, a group of people standing in the middle of the place was. Steven would pay it no heed, not even seeing Santana through the group and head to the counter. Pulling out his wallet from a pocket, Steven would go to start checking on how much money had on him. He should have enough.
While he waited for the owner behind the counter to finish what he was doing. Steven would look over his shoulder at the group once more. It would be at this point that Steven would see Santana, no two of him. Facing them Steven would note the thuggish nature of the men. It would be at that point that Steven saw the briefcase. Even if Santana had closed it by that point, Steven knew the sort of scene he was looking at, he had read enough crime novels of assorted kinds.
Steven didn't know what to do. Staying here sounded stupid, these were not the sort of guys to want someone to over here any more details of there deal. However Steven doubted that he could get up and leave unnoticed at this point, as he had managed to slip in a first to do so. Steven would stand and as casually as he could try and make his way to the door. Eye looking over the brothers as he did so. He hadn't known Santana was in this sort of thing. Though it explained his harsh way with words to some extent. |
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jan 22, 2015 16:22:44 GMT -5
"I supply, you and your clique sells. It's really that simple." Juelz would say in a somewhat stern tone of voice as closed the suitcase with a rather loud thump. The thug currently doing the negotiation eyed Juelz with a snaggletoothed grin before finally speaking up.
"I like that but I---...!!!"
The distinct sound of a door chime indicated another body did indeed enter, and all eyes would be on this newcomer. The Junior immediately recognized the male, but gave no initial reaction to his sudden appearance.
Juelz understood how these "Gangster" types worked. If they felt threatened in any way, shape, or form, they would retort to such feelings with bullets. In order for this little "deal" to go smoothing, Juelz needed to keep his cool and give this fucker anything and everything he would want; within reason of course.
The plump female diner owner attempted to shoo Rosett away with hand gestures and eye movement, but it seemed she was too late...
"Yooooo, who the fuck is this?!"
The Thug swung around to face Steven; pistol aimed at the boys chest sideways. The Thug addressed his next question to Juelz, "he with you?" Juelz looked over at Steven with his normal look of indifference before replying.
"No."
"Then I guess he gotta' catch some shells then." The Gangster threatened to end Rosett's life just like that; finger grazing the trigger of the pistol ever so gently. Juelz' sibling simply watched as the events unfolded, while Juelz himself took a slow step forward.
"You fuckin' stupid? He didn't see a goddamn thing and there you go ready to end his life for it? Fuckin' idiots like you make me sick."
"Got em'!" Juelz' brother instigated from the sidelines.
"The fuck you say to me?" The pistol totting Gangster asked rhetorically with the pistol now aimed at Juelz.
"You done fucked up now. Tch, tch, tch..." More "Hype Man" like words came from Juelz' twin sibling.
"Sitting here about end another life off a little misunderstanding that couldn't even be classified as a mistake. I can't work with morons like you and to make things worse you forced my hand."
"FUCK YOU!" The Thug bellowed with seething rage; his finger half a muscle movement away from pulling the trigger.
"All you fuckers need to get out of my diner, now!" The owner matched the thugs tone easily. While he was totting a mere pistol, she was totting a pump action shotgun (Remington). And directly beside her stood what seemed to be her twenty-two year old daughter with a gun of equal size. The Thug's couldn't help but notice the loud pumping of the guns and turned their attention over to the owner. While this happened. Juelz utilized his training in Krav Maga to disarm the man with the pistol and slam his head downward into the nearest table.
"Damn, momma'. You go, girl!" Juelz twin cheered from the sidelines... Now indulging himself in a nice slice of cheesecake. Hopefully Rosett would take this moment to flee from the scene. Because if he hesitated; even in the slightest, another gun might be pointed at him. |
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 22, 2015 17:03:56 GMT -5
Steven heard the thug shout, and saw the guy pulled and aimed at him. Steven froze, his eye bulging from fear. Not the sort of dumbstruck terror that being around knives could get from him. More just a fear of realising, this was it. 'I'm going to die, and I didn't even do anything.' Steven thought, staring at the guy as the exchange went down around him. The owner calling out, and Santana moving with quick reflexes. Disarming the gun, and slamming the guy into the table.
This was too much, sticking around could get him killed. No sticking around would get him killed, or at least seriously injured. Not a thing Steven wanted to go through again. As it all went down, as soon as the gun aimed at him was moved. Steven would push his leg to move again, even if slightly weak in the knee from the idea of dying.
However the other thugs who had been with the one who had been about to shot him. Didn't just stand idly by. Steven wouldn't even wait to see what they were about to. They might have been going for gun, or planning to run from the shotguns pointed at them instead. The problem they were in the way for the straightest route to the door. Charging forward, Steven would stamp a foot at the knee cap of one of those in front of him. Barging him out the way with a shoulder and into another of them.
Slamming pass Steven would reach the door, running like a man possessed. It was for that reason the Steven didn't think, his mind not being able to keep up with what was going on. Turning his shoulder to try and barge out through the door, it resisted. Steven staggering back from slamming into it in a sprint. On the door, one four letter word in large letters mocked him. PULL |
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jan 24, 2015 20:33:13 GMT -5
The Thugish mentality of these scumbags made Juelz sick to his very core as he stood ready and able among the twenty Gangsters. Obviously those with common sense would realize; under normal circumstances, the odds would be in the Thugs favor. However, once one accounts for the weapons being fixed upon them, the tides almost instantly turn. But the Thugish thought process of these men made it impossible for them to see the big picture. Or maybe they knew the gun totting women wouldn't fire such dangerous weapons in their beloved establishment? Either way, these fucking morons would be playing Russian roulette with a couple of Italian women that didn't stand or take disrespect to kindly.
With behavior of a pack of wild hyaenas, the Thugs charged Juelz as he tossed aside their "leader" like the piece of trash he was. The Junior retorted with his typical collected nature and began taking them down one by one whenever the opportunity arose. They fought with street brawler tactics and had no idea how to handle his awareness, perception, and adaptability under "overwhelming" odds.
One by one bodies flew across the little diner as the sound of physical confrontation undoubtedly made the outside public worried. Julez more robust and taller twin continued to eat while all this took place; standing directly beside the female gunners without a single care in the world.
"I said get out!" She screamed once again; waving the gun wildly in attempt to gain attention.
"They callin' your bluff, momma'. Maybe you should blow one of their legs off, hm?" He said with a goofy grin.
"Maybe I should!" She screamed yet again taking aim; her daughting doing the same.
Some of the Gangsters caught this action and cowered, but as they did so, they were greeted with devastating blows from Juelz who wouldn't be distracted by such elementary tactics. The Juniors twin couldn't help but notice the boy struggling with the same door he just entered through and decided to help him out with his endless words of wisdom from across the way.
"Pull, foo'."
And regardless if he did so or not. The entrance would swing open and Rosett would find a massive fist flying his way.
Seems reinforcements have arrived...
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 24, 2015 21:19:33 GMT -5
With the word from behind him, Steven hand would dart out and pull at the door that someone was about to barge through. Steven would jump back as to not have the guy charging into the room, hit him in the face. It would be at this point with the entrance blocked, that Steven had a feeling the fleeing would not be an option. However with the numbers in the room, plus the guns Steven didn't like his chances if he just tried to just fight.
The rules of fighting Steven held would come to him in a rush. One never let you foe choose where the fight takes place. Well that was already a bust, Steven had no choice on that matter he couldn't escape. Rule two, get armed a weapon of any kind that you can use is better then none. Well that was a bust to the closest weapon around was a gun on the floor, from the first guy Santana had attacked. That however was cut off and Steven would not be able to reach it. Rule three, no mercy against those who have none. Well these guys fit the bill, but Steven wasn't in the position to show them any. Rule four and the most important. Never go down, not without a fight.
The song came to mined, the fear of the moment of being broken again. The anger at the world of being thrown into the deep end through no fault of his own. Steven would leap, his voice a roar. Singing the lyrics, of the song as he stormed at the thugs ahead.
"I'm Not Going Down That Easy."
Steven would slam a foot into the chest of one, knocking him back into another and the pair spiralling to the floor as another started to rush at him. Steven hopped up, stamping a foot on the chest of one of them pair on the floor, and spinning. His other leg taken two more across the jaw one after another. Before more tackle on to him, taking them all to the floor in a ball of insanity. To which Steven would kick and grab, trying to break bone and fight with literal tooth and figurative claw. |
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jan 28, 2015 15:41:20 GMT -5
Under normal circumstances, Steven would have found himself swarmed by the second wave of approaching Gangsters that wouldn't allow themselves to be toppled so easy. However, a single man entered the diner while all the other Thugs simply waited at the ready.
"Who the fuck is this guy?!" Juelz' brother would bellow; mouth full of chewed food as his fork pointed in the direction of the newcomer. Juelz held one of the unconscious Thugs by the head and fixated his gaze upon the towering Goliath of muscle.
"I thought you said no violence, boy." The man asked; his daunting and powerful physique looking over his downed men. Juelz dropped the Thug in his grip and slowly strolled over towards the towering behemoth. "This is the outcome of a boy trying to do a mans job." Despite this older male being roughly have a foot taller than him, Juelz stood ready and willing to fight if that is what it would come down to. But, from past encounters, he knew the man he was staring down wouldn't give him what he somewhat wanted.
"I suppose you're right." He cackled as he ordered for the others to go and retrieve the unconscious Thugs.
"The offer still on the table?"
"Fuck you."
"Oh?" He chuckled again; seething rage within those cold eyes despite his outward jolliness.
"If you can't do business with me face to face, you aren't even worth my fucking time. You're dismissed." Juelz began to walk away from the male; his back turned to him in the ultimate display of arrogance and superiority. "We're done here. Lets go." He ordered his men; his eyes fixated upon Juelz twin who watched him like a hawk stalking wounded prey. They both stood of equal stature, more or less. But even this more experienced Gangster didn't want to challenge The Phenom.
And as soon as they entered, they were gone...
Juelz took a seat and rubbed his temple with a deep sigh. He didn't want to blame Rosett's sudden appearance for this epic backfire... But he had nothing else to blame. Everything was going so smoothly until the unknown factor showed itself. Now he was back to square one and would eventually have to purge that specific faction if he ever wanted to expand. He looked over at Rosett to make sure he was fine. Once he did so, he placed his eyes back upon the wall and thought on ways to make this right.
"Damn, he's pissed!" His brother shouted as he belched something wicked.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 28, 2015 16:05:41 GMT -5
Steven would dust himself, after the fray and the exchange between Santana and the giant of a man. Watching as thugs were dragged away from the place. Steven had no idea what was going, obviously it was something illegal. The guns, the mentions of offers and deals. It was quite clear this was something Steven would want nothing to do with.
However he was angry, angry that he had been pulled in to this from no fault of his own. Had been threatened with death for no good reason. He still hadn't calmed from the fighting, and doubt he would until he had managed to vent in one way or another. He settled on shouting for now, he just got more then enough fighting and threat for the foreseeable future.
"Does someone feel like telling what the fuck all that was about."
Steven would shout raising his hands, and spinning around to look at everyone left in the room. The twins and the two women behind the counter. Even if they were still pointing guns at him, he wouldn't care. If they had wanted to shoot him they could have done so ages ago.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jan 28, 2015 16:21:41 GMT -5
"No, hun." The plump diner owner replied to Rosett's plea.
"No..." Her daughter did the same.
"No." Juelz retorted sternly; still in deep thought.
"DAMN THIS SOME GOOD ASS ICE-CREAM!" The gluttonous twin roared in pleasure as he still continued to eat this food no one had any idea where he was getting from.
"Really? You're still fucking eating?"
"A man's gotta' eat, amirite?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"Fatass."
"Bitch."
"Fucker."
"Queef Cannon."
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"Boys! Not now. The police are on the way and we have to act as if we were in the process of being robbed. That'll explain the weapons. Oh, and give me the money, I'll throw it in the safe." Juelz' brother tossed the case of money as both women tossed him the heavy firearms. As the trio began to move with haste, Juelz simply sat there with anger he had trouble contain... His eyes started to change into a very bright blue as he looked over at Rosett once again.
"Go home, Rosett. This is beyond you."
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 28, 2015 16:46:09 GMT -5
Steven would groan, lowering his hand and covering his face. So he wouldn't be getting answers it seemed. Steven sighed, and then rolled his eyes at the stupid exchange between the two twins. Before the owner spoke up to give everyone a plan on what to do to cover there tracks. Steven knew that declaring that he wasn't going to cover for them was a bad idea. With the guns still being around. He did so anyway.
"Fine, if you ain't gonna say, then I'll have to speak with the cops. Otherwise I have no fucking clue who those guys were and who's path to stay out of."
Steven was still annoyed, however he didn't want to be the bad guy.
"I don't wanna drop you in shit Santana. Give me something here?"
While Steven spoke he would make sure to keep everyone in his field of view. If anyone went for a gun, he was running away before they could shoot him.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Feb 1, 2015 16:40:37 GMT -5
"Give you something?" Those blue eyes leering upon Rosett who so happened to be pushing every wrong button at this particular moment. Juelz stood up from the stool and walked over to his fellow schoolmate; stopping a few feet away from him. "I gave you your fucking life. You're able to walk out of here in one piece yet you want to know what it was all about? I'm only saying this one more time so get it through your fucking skull, Rosett. This Is Beyond You. So Get Out Of Here Before I Get Mad." Once said, Juelz' twin appeared from the backroom and walked up to his brother; placing a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Chill. We have no time for this. 5-0 will be here any second now."
Juelz knocked his brothers hand off his shoulder and exited the establishment without even looking back.
"Give him some time, kid. He's just going through it right now, yanno'?" He handed Rosett a piece of paper with an address written on it. "If you really want to know what this was all about, there's your answer. Show up if you're one hundred percent sure you're ready. Sometimes being clueless is a good thing, yanno'?" He shrugged his shoulders, "but you gotta' bounce like right now."
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 1, 2015 16:57:35 GMT -5
Steven watched as Santana exploded in his version of shouting in anger at his demands. Before his twin brother came over and tried to calm him down to no success. Santana leaving in what Steven could only call a huff. Afterwards the twin would hand him a piece of paper with an address. Steven would take that paper.
"See that something, choice at least."
Steven would nod at the brother, who up to now had seemed like the one with the explosive personality, only now the twin roles seemed reversed. Knowing that the he did not want to be here when the cops turned up as he didn't trust his ability to lie and cover for the family. Steven would as instructed 'Bounce' such a weird way to put it.
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