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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 "Knuckles" on Sept 5, 2015 10:12:26 GMT -5
Austin, get your ass to the apartment. A few of us are getting together to play cards, we need to catch up anyways!
"Yeah, sure Rick, I'll be there shortly. Be prepared to gimme all your green, old man. You can't shake this poker-face."
Knuckles had just left his favorite little convieniance store, residing only ten or so minutes away from the his shared apartment with Rick. He didn't have any plans, so he figured he'd chill with the only person he could still really call family.
However, his eyes widened and his heart began to race as he rolled down the street toward his apartment. He could see smoke and fire, quickly realizing that it was coming from his apartment where Rick and the others were suppose to be.
As he pulled up toward the building, from the alley way off to the left, he was struck by bright headlights, before he heard the rev of an engine. He had little time to react. A black van pulled out quickly, slamming into Austin and his motorcycle.
Knuckles hit the ground hard, smashing his head off the pavement. Everything was darkening, he could hear the sound of multiple feet shuffling about and the van door sliding open. In his daze, he couldn't recognize who it was, though they looked to be wearing different cuts.
Before Austin had time to recover he felt something crash against the top of his head again and a black bag was brought down onto his head as he lost conciousness. The group of men then proceeded to pick Austin up and throw him into the back of the van, leaving the wrecked motorcycle laying on the street outside his burning apartment.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Sept 15, 2015 23:14:22 GMT -5
Muffled shouting. The sound of knuckles colliding with skin, that skin splitting, and blood shooting out from an open wound. Coughing, hacking lungs, grunting and groaning. Wooden bats shattering as bone cracked, and screams would howl throughout what Knuckles could guess to be a large, empty room. Knuckles' hands were tied behind his back, and tight rope bound his chest to a chair. Each leg was duct taped at the ankle to the leg of the weak chair he was kept in. He had rope in his mouth, keeping him from shouting or speaking. All of the screaming would stop, and quiet would soon follow. Two minutes, maybe, would have passed, before a heavy fist would slam into the man's face, hard enough to cause it to fly to the side and nearly tip over the chair. One to the right cheek, then one to the left. Then one to the stomach. After a brief pause, the rope in Knuckles' mouth would be cut, and the bag removed, before he would receive yet another heavy fist directly to his nose. After he would adjust to the light, he would see this man, surrounded by many others in suits, who were clearly responsible for what was at hand. Each one of them had a snake tattoo on their necks. "Rise and shine, motherfucker." |
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Post by "Knuckles" on Sept 15, 2015 23:31:56 GMT -5
Austin's eyes fluttered open, those groggy hazel pupils desparatly looked about to no avail. His body was sore already, and he could feel himself retrained. It was then the incident returned to him. He had seen headlights before someone hit him with a damn van.
The screams he could heard from somewhere else, along with other unpleasent sounds. He knew immediantly that he was in danger, he had allowed himself to get caught off-guard once again. He immediantly tried to start struggling against his restraints, but he then felt the blow to his cheeck, nearly forcing his chair to topple over. It was followed by a series of other blows, before his gag and bag were removed.
Knuckle's chest was heaving as the adrenaline began to flow through him as he took a final punch to his nose. An audible crack sounded out as Austin's nose broke. His head recoiled backwards and hung there for a second as he took it all in. Maybe tonight was finally the night someone did him in.
His hazel pupils eventually redirected themselves toward the voice he heard. Some asian dude with a bunch of guys in suits behind him. Knuckles had no idea who he was, but he knew the guy was a fuckin' prick already. Austin's already bruising face would crack a bloody smile, a small chuckle escaped his lips before he spit a wad of bloody saliva toward the man before him.
"Who the fuck are you? Did I forget to pay my chinese food tab?"
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Sept 15, 2015 23:43:08 GMT -5
As Knuckles started to struggle, he would feel his restraints begin to buckle. The chair was weakening already, the duct tape could not hold, and the rope would break, any moment now. His aggressor was oblivious to this.
The man chuckled as he turned his cheek so that the blood and saliva would slap disgustingly against his neck, where he would pull out a napkin from his pocket and wipe it off. "[Dog]," he spat in Japanese, before stepping forward and launching yet another daunting blow, this one aiming to slap his knuckles directly against Knuckles' cheekbone as hard as he could manage. "For starters, you shit, I'm Japanese. Aside from that, you're going to want to drop the attitude, unless you want all of your brave friends here to die a coward's death."
To show he was serious, Atsushi would pull a switchblade from his pocket and walk up to one of Knuckles' associates - he could not tell who, since they were still covered - and stab the blade directly above the kneecap. "This one's on you." Twisting the blade, the man would scream uncontrollably, before Atsushi slammed a fist into his mandible hard enough to knock him out completely.
"Alright. You've got something we want, and by we, I mean we," he spoke simply, gesturing to all of the other suited men in the room. "Give me everything you've got on Riot."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Sept 15, 2015 23:59:18 GMT -5
Austin took another strike to the face, a cut splitting open on his cheek as his head reacted to the blow, rolling to the side and hanging for a moment. He had felt his restraints giving way a little, maybe there was more hopw than he originally knew.
However his attention was torn toward one of his friends. He had no idea if it was rick, or if it was one of his other brothers, all he knew was that his actions had just caused that person a lot of pain. And Knuckles felt like there was more to come.
The last sentence made Knuckles snort, a pained chuckle once again escaping his lips. He was playing it cool, on the inside he was boiling. His anger intesifying with every second that passed. Knuckles didn't feel like he knew all that much about Riot. But for some reason, this dude believed he did.
"Riot? Those dickbags can roast in a fire. I don't run with them- I don't know what you expect to hear.. Don't fuckin' touch them anymore.."
His tone had grown more aggressive with each word. He was practically frothing at the mouth by the end of it, spitting more blood onto the ground as he continued to ease his restraints.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Sept 16, 2015 0:25:45 GMT -5
"Not good enough," Atsushi spoke simply as he gripped the knife in the man's legs and ripped it out, tearing completely through the tendon. The man was unconscious, but now he was never going to walk again, and that was on Knuckles. At least, to Atsushi, it was. He then approached another man and gripped him by the head, placing a knife to his adam's apple. A grin appeared on his face as he lifted the bag just enough to see that the knife had drawn blood.
"We know you've met with Mikey. We know that ginger fuck has made deals with you. We know Macht and them still ride together. Unfortunately for you, we knew we couldn't pull this on him as smoothly. So here you are. Now, one more time. What. Do. You. Know."
Knuckles restraints continued to break.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Sept 16, 2015 9:47:56 GMT -5
It seemed his answer wasn't good enough, which Knuckles had suspected anyways. It was likely even if he had told him anything useful, it probably wouldn't end. This situation was probably meant to be a warning to Macht and Riot. Knuckles would have to grill his red-headed 'brother' about this later on, if he even got the chance. The knife Was torn from one friend's knee and brought to the throat of another.
Austin's eyes narrowed even more, his teeth gritting as he stared toward the japanese man before him. He was beginning to feel like shit, this was all his fault. Had he been more careful and cautious, they might not be in this situation. Once again Atsushi spoke to him
"Okay! Okay.. I'll tell you what I know.. Your mother comes to us every friday night so we can run a train on her ass!"
Probably not the best choice in words, but Austin couldn't help it. He was pissed off and really had no idea what to tell him. To Knuckles it seemed this guy already knew everything Austin had to say.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Sept 20, 2015 23:46:15 GMT -5
"Clever." Atsushi grinned and slipped the knife into the man's neck, before cutting straight through the skin and using the flat to pull out the adam's apple. The man didn't even have a chance to scream. "Got any other funny jokes? I'm sure your other friends here would love to hear them."
With his grin widening, Atsushi would approach a third and final man, ripping off the bag on his head and placing the blade directly above his ear, turning the head so Knuckles could look straight in his eyes.
"What'd you say your name was, pal? Rick? Well, Rick, Knuckles here gets to decide whether you live or die. Let's see how he chooses, eh?"
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Post by "Knuckles" on Sept 20, 2015 23:58:23 GMT -5
Austin's eyes would close after the knife ripped through his friend's throat, the image engraving itself into his mind. His mouth caused a lot of trouble sometimes. He had never really learned to censor himself much. And now people he cared about were getting hurt. The last of which was Rick.
Shhiiit.. They just had to get your old ass, too.. Damn it, I don't know what the fuck this guy wants to hear... Why the hell does he thibk I have close ties to Riot!?
The young male was beginning to unhinge, finding it harder to hold himself back now that Rick's turn to be put to the knife. Those hazel hues were blood shot with rage and at the same time he felt as if he was holding back tears. His voice would boom out, the anger very apparent in tone.
"I FUCKIN' SWEAR I DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT RIOT! IF I SAW THAT MIKEY FUCKER AGAIN I'D CRUSH HIS GOD DAMN FACE! DON'T FUCKIN' TOUCH HIM!"
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Sept 21, 2015 2:08:36 GMT -5
Atsushi frowned as Knuckles struggled and roared, though evidently he wasn't deterred. A moment of quiet would pass, before he would slip the knife down and it would cut clean through Rick's ear. The man would scream, piercing despite the cloth that was wrapped around his mouth. Atsushi immediately began to laugh maniacally, dangling the loose ear in front of his face for a second before tossing it over to Knuckles' feet. Needless to say, he didn't believe the man.
"You're running out of time, friend!" Atsushi shouted with wide eyes that showed an insatiable blood-lust. Even if he did believe Knuckles, it was clear all he wanted to do was hurt these people.
Knuckles would feel that by now the restraints were just for show. A strange feeling would begin to boil within his blood.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Sept 21, 2015 9:33:48 GMT -5
Knuckles was about to snap, there was a strange sensation taking over. It was as if his blood itself was growing just as angry and restless as he was. His mind was racing, the fear of loosing the last person he considered to be family was overwhelming. He would visibly begin to shake, those hazel hues squeezing shut as he released an angry growl.
It was there that something strange begun to take place. Blood began to run from Austin's nose, then from his ears. It even started to build at the corner of his eyes. It seemed to start flowing heavier, before it began to lift and slowly snake away from his body, tendrils of blood beginning to form as the sanguine liquid started to float and rotate around Knuckle's body.
Like flipping a switch, Austin's eyes snapped open at the same time he flexed his muscles and looked to rip free from the chair he was held in and burst forward toward the man whom Knuckle so desparately wanted to destroy.
His right arm pulled back and as it did, the blood would begin to spiral up the length of his arm, swirling until it formed what looked to be a blade which extended about a foot from his finger tips, hardening as he looked to try and plunge it into Atsuchi's body and then fling him away before releasing another blood-curdling scream.
"I AM GOING TO TEAR EACH ONE OF YOU TO PIECES!"
Austin's mind couldn't compute exactly what the hell was going on at this moment, but his blood whispering to him, begging for him to destroy anyone and everyone around him at this moment. In his rage, he had almost completely forgot that Rick was still here and alive.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Sept 21, 2015 10:41:13 GMT -5
[OoC: Knuckles' Qi UNLOCKED.]
As the blood began to pour out from Knuckles' orifices, Atsushi cocked a brow and shrunk back slightly. He certainly wasn't expecting this man to be in touch with his Qi, but then, these days, most people were. Taking Rick's chair and flinging it to the side, Atsushi braced himself as Knuckles attacked with his blood blade.
His body turning elastic, the Japanese man's left arm would whip upward and wrap around Knuckles' right forearm and tug to Atsushi's left to throw it slightly off-center, allowing the blade to pass by, and rip into, his left cheek. He would step inward with his right foot and rotate to the left, slamming his hip into Knuckles' and throwing the man over his shoulder and slamming him onto the ground.
"[Get the fuck out of here! He's one of 'em!] Fucking dog!" Spoken in half-Japanese, Atsushi ushered all of his people out of the building and cracked his knuckles. "You don't know shit, huh?! Then WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"
Atsushi Stats: Str: 45 Dex: 60 Con: 45 Wis: 60 Int: 90
T1 - Elasticity
The user can treat their skin as being elastic! It can grow a total of one foot, plus an additional six inches per 5 int. This increases range only. 1/18 used.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Sept 21, 2015 11:35:13 GMT -5
The enraged teenager hit the ground on his back, the blade that had formed previously dropped to the ground, pooling blood while the remnants still swallowed his right hand. He was quick to sit up, turning into a crouch to face the japanese man before his cohorts began to run.
"I-I don't.. Know w-what this is.. B-but this feels.. GREAT!"
Roaring out, Knuckles could not allow them to break free without paying for the part they played this night. He would burst in their dircection, ignoring Atsushi for the moment, hell bent on slaughtering any he could. And as he moved, that blood of his continued to spiral up his arm, then around his torso.
He looked to throw himself into the middle of the fleeing group, as multiple tendrils of blood protruded from the 'blood aura' around his body, shooting out like harpoons toward the men, the tips sharpened and looking to impale the whole damn group in his rage, before twisting and ripping out horizontally so that he could turn to face Atsushi with those angry blood-shot eyes.
"I-I don't know w-who you are.. But I'm going to f-fuckin' carve you into dog food.. You piece of s-shit..
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Post by The Serpent on Oct 1, 2015 7:46:47 GMT -5
Knuckles' dash at Atsushi's people certainly wasn't expected, and as he ripped through them, the man scowled and roared in anger. No one was going to get to make a fool of them like this. Nobody.
"You're going to die, you fuck! I'm going to rip your head from your shoulders and send it to Starke as a fucking warning!"
Whipping his right arm at Knuckles from roughly ten feet away, the man would backhand him across the face. Whether or not that worked, he would then whip his left hand out at Knuckles and look to grab him by the shoulder, before spinning violently and seeking to throw him into the walls all along the room.
Atsushi Stats: Str: 45 Dex: 60 Con: 45 Wis: 60 Int: 90
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The user can treat their skin as being elastic! It can grow a total of one foot, plus an additional six inches per 5 int. This increases range only. 2/18 used.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Oct 1, 2015 8:28:11 GMT -5
Whatever this was. Whatever had just awakened inside him, it made him feel strong. However there seemed to be a thurst, unsatiable even after tearing through the group that had been trying to flee. However it seemed Knuckles would have little time celebrate because the Japanese guy got really mad and Stretch Arm-Strong'd it, sending a back hand his way.
"Good fuckin' luck, pal.. Hasn't been done yet. You ain't gonna be the one to seal the deal!"
Knuckles was only able to shift and move his head slightly, but he wasn't able to completely avoid the brunt of the attack. Then the other arm came, grabbing him by the shoulder. Austin soon found himself soaring through the air to slam into the walls. The first hit came and he grunted in pain. His eyes widened, he knew he had to do something.
Knuckle's right arm lifted and he would place his hand on Atsushi's stretchy ass arm. That lively blood of his would attempt to snake a vine up the japanese man's arm, circling it as it slithered up his arm to about where the elongated elbow was. So long as he managed to get that far, the vine of blood would produce 'Thorns'. At which point Austin would raise his right hand up and away, looking to reel in that throned vine and in the process, tear this dude's arm to ribbons like a spiraling saw. If possible, he'd tear the fucking thing off.
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