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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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~The Crow's Prey~ [Talon/Open]
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 21, 2015 21:07:49 GMT -5
"Aunty!!"
"What? What happened?"
--- Cereza heard the loud screech from her niece and came racing down the steps into the living room to see her niece in there sitting amongst her stuff animals and dolls in a tea party sitting. A girl had followed behind Cereza as well.
"Mr. Tux is misbehaving. He won't sit still for his tea and cookies!"
--- Cereza would smile with a chuckle shaking her head as she slowly came over.
"Is that so? You hear this Harley?"
"I do. Sounds like Jitterbug needs you."
--- Jitterbug was Harley's personal nickname for Amara, Cereza's niece. While Cereza usually called her Princess naturally.
"Well then Mr. Tux should go sit in a time out and get no tea or cookies as punishment."
"Yeah! Bu-but wait then he'll be hungry and -"
"Well if Mr. Tux isn't gonna listen then he needs to learn a lesson so he won't do it again, right?"
"I guess..Bu-but could you just make him listen? I don't want him to not eat and and-"
"Alright, alright.. Listen here Mr. Tux, you're gonna sit here and behave like you have some civilized manners. If you don't well you don't want me coming back mister got it? I think he'll be fine."
"Yay! Thank you Aunty Reza! MWAH!"
--- Cereza bent down or was rather pulled down by her niece to receive a huge kiss on her cheek Her niece, Amara, would go back to playing while Cereza and Harley shook their heads in unison and chuckled.
"She's a trip."
"Yeah I know. Let's get going."
--- The girls were dressed like they were ready for a jog. The weather had actually been the warmest it had been all winter. Perfect weather. But they wouldn't be able to just leave without hearing a little voice ring out so loudly.
"Can I come?!"
"When you're older and you can-"
"Why not. Get your jacket Jitterbug."
--- Cereza slowly looked at Harley who merely shrugged. No words were needed between the pair. Cereza already knew that Harley was going to turn this into a talking session. One she really didn't feel like unless it was business. Amara had jetted off quickly and back with her jacket on and a hat on top of that braided hair. With a heavy sigh Cereza shifted and ushered them to the door before hearing the patter of padded feet and panting before a bark. Cereza turned and stared at the white husky.
"Let me guess you wanna come too Artemis?"
--- Artemis barked and Amara protested. With little choice Cereza caved in and off they went. After some time of walking they would make it to a smaller local park. Though the weather had been the nicest it had been the park was actually barren. Amara looked at her with those 'can I play?' eyes and Cereza smiled and nodded and the girl took off to the little playground with Artemis protectively and anxiously in toe. Harley and her sat at a bench not to fair from the playground. Able to keep a good eye on her princess as well as not having too great a distance to travel should she need to move.
"Everything seems to be going well. Operations and so forth. So.."
"Hmm.. so what?"
"Have you contacted that guy?"
"What guy?"
"Oh I don't know the guy that sounded like you had some fun with that ended abruptly. Still sucks he left after your little contest."
"If you say so."
"Hmm well let's just see what happens when we text him."
"I'm not - when the hell did you- Sneaky bitch."
--- Harley smirked holding Cereza's phone in her hand. She had pick pocketed a thief ain't that some shit. Cereza should've never taught her.
"You like having fun. You had fun so what's the issue? You saved his number sooo."
"Harley, must you be so nosy. Why do you act like it means anything? You should know me better than that."
--- It was clear Cereza had not told Harley the whole truth of what happened on Christmas. She barely even told her half of the truth. Cereza really wasn't much of a sharer even to the very few that were considered her friends. That night she did some sharing and opening she shouldn't have. Hadn't expected herself to but that alcohol consumption was the biggest factor. It was her fault and she had wanted to forget but she did remember. She already spent time burying it like she did everything else. She hadn't reached out to him since that day secretly hoping he had forgotten maybe. Harley however wanted to push the matter today. Harley stared at Cereza briefly before going to her contact list; yes she knew her pass code; finding Austin's name and starting to type a text. Cereza rolled her eyes folding her arms with a uncaring shrug.
--Hey Austin, it's Cereza.
Was thinking about cashing in on that bet.
If not busy wanna meet? Sorry it took me so long.
Look forward to it ^_~ --
"Sent."
"That sounded nothing like me. Sorry? Really?"
--- Harley sighed in frustration and just handed the phone back to Cereza. She really should've stopped her from sending that text. Cereza didn't like her openness that night. Nothing good was going to come from it for her. For now she sat and looked up to her niece who was laughing up a storm. Deep inside, way deep down in the pit of herself she had an unsettling feeling. It started on Christmas with the reemergence of her past and the promise West and Maverick made. Normally she'd call a bluff but she knew they would be back. In truth her hidden concern was if they dared touch her niece it was gonna be all out war. Today could she just relax?
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Post by The Mouth of Riot on Jan 22, 2015 20:12:29 GMT -5
A van pulled up along the side of the park. Eight men piled out of it. One in front sat on the sidewalk, staring at Cere. The others leaned against the van, the window on it down. She might notice the shimmer of a barrel sticking out of it- obviously a rifle. The man in front hooked his arms around his knees and stared openly. He didn't seem to be in a very good mood. He lifted a finger and pointed at Cere, then flipped the finger over and curled it, indicating she needed to approach. If she refused, or tried to run, the 7 other men would rush forward, and two bullets would be fired, hitting both dogs in the neck. If she approached as ordered, Talon would look up at her and give a kind smile. "You are going to get into the van now, Miss. And you aren't going to scream, or argue, or the kids will die." |
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Post by The Mouth of Riot on Jan 23, 2015 20:16:52 GMT -5
As she got into the car, she would be seated in the middle between two larger males. One would hand her cuffs.
"Put those on your wrists."
Talon would stand next to two men. He'd point at Cere's family.
"Follow them. Get where they live, where they go. Who they are. If i send you the signal in text, you waste them."
The two would nod and follow after. Talon loaded up and they would take off, driving deep to the south into their territory. They would arrive at a small plant, where metal was worked. She would be drug from the car and taken into the small building next door. Talon would take the shoulder of the bigger male, giving a little smirk.
"Warm her up a bit for Huntsman. Give her a good thrashing if she resists, let her know we'll kill her family as we got people watching her. Let me know if there are problems."
The big guy would grin, and he and another male would follow them into the darkness of the room.
*Fade to black*
About two hours later, Talon came into the room, flicking on the light. He'd stare down at Cere.
"How are we feeling, hmm?"
He laughed.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 24, 2015 0:23:10 GMT -5
--- Harley had been making sure to simply distract Amara with little jokes and nuzzles like nothing was wrong so the little girl wouldn't be worried. Also so she wouldn't slip and say something to her uncle. All the while her icy blues kept glancing towards Cereza and the company around her. Cereza before entering the van would glance towards Harley and Harley would silently walk away with Amara in her arms and Artemis at her side. Harley and Cereza had a bond that words were never needed. Yeah she wasn't an easy girl to read, neither one but in certain situations they knew what the other was thinking. Harley was a smart girl. Little did they know how well Harley could move in the shadows unseen if she choose to. She already knew what to do. She knew what was to come. If they took Cereza they would have to make sure to keep some kind of control on her. Amara wasn't the easiest thing, so Amara would stay with Harely.
--- With a frustrated exhale Cereza would get into the car and so obviously have two large men sitting next to her. She glanced side to side with such ice in her gaze she could probably freeze hell with a stare. Without a resistance but a roll in her eyes she allowed herself to be handcuffed. She hated this. She was hating it beyond belief. Her anger was boiling over. A raging tempest brewing inside her very being. She looked at the man who gave the order to follow her friend and niece. Oh he was adding fuel to her fury. But that fury no matter what had to be stifled because above all Amara was a target. It wasn't that she didn't care what happened to Harley she did but Amara was what she had left of her comatose brother and she'd protect her with her very life. But then something hit her, what he said about finding out 'where they lived' and 'who they were.' Did he not know that was her niece? Did he not who Cereza was? No something was off. No from what she learned previously there was no way he didn't at least know Cereza otherwise what the fuck was this? He probably didn't know about Harley or Amara because that entire life was separated from her step father, which she was starting to think this was possibly about. After all she just took a chain. They really gonna bitch about a chain? No.
--- She wanted to say something but she was biting her tongue. If she was actually physically doing it she'd probably be biting her tongue off at this moment. There was plenty of sass that wanted to come from her but the constant threats on her niece was playing in her mind. It was the most personal one could get with her. It was the end all be all in her eyes. You didn't even have to touch Amara just threaten and Cereza was placed in a mindset of figuring all the ways she could hurt or kill. Whatever. Cereza never took a life but she would for her. Her eyes slowly shifted in the van making sure she remembered every last face. Every detail and she had a photographic memory for most things it wouldn't be so hard. Arriving she felt herself get dragged out the car, as if she initially was even resisting. She had a few ideas of what was to come but honestly, and she hated to think this way, what could she really do? The man barking the orders from before, she caught his words again and her eyes squinted for more than one reason. But who was he talking about? She didn't catch the rest as she was dragged further in.
~Who the fuck is Huntsman?~
**** Fade to black ****
--- Two hours later and the man had returned. Truthfully she didn't know what time it was. The concept of time was lost on what had occurred within that time frame. A minute can seem like an hour so could one imagine what two hours must've felt like? Her body was most certainly bruised as she laid on the cold floor her hair a disheveled mess. There was no doubt she ached all over. Her eyes were closed till the lights came on and his voice rang out. Her eyes strained to open but she fought through it like the girl she was. No this wasn't going to bring her down. The harm done to her body. The violation was not going to break her. Grey hues were low but they opened, still holding a strong but tired gaze, as slightly shaky arms pushed against the ground, just enough so she could lift her head to him. She might've been tired. She might've been violated. But she still found it in herself to quip back at him.
"I've been hit harder."
--- Technically it was acknowledging one aspect that was done to her while somewhat ignoring the other. Though it could be taken as an acknowledgment of both. Though her words bit it wasn't like she was being defiant. But in silence she wanted to know what this was. She was somewhat trying to ignore what happened. This was the first time and two hours was much shorter than two days. Still the sense of forever would be felt.
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Post by The Mouth of Riot on Jan 26, 2015 0:02:33 GMT -5
Talon would smirk. He crouched and looked her over- very obviously- making sure she knew that the female was just putting on a strong face. That she had spent two hours in a gang rape and she didn't make him feel any less gleeful about it by acting tough. In fact, it made him even more pleased. He would waggled a finger.
"Now now, watch that mouth. Everything here was just recorded. Everything you were forced to do and, eventually, just gave in to because resistance was pointless. SO. Take care with how tough you act or I'll put you in the pit with the whole gang and let them really break you til you beg for it, then send a video of you begging for it to daddy and all your little friends to watch."
He would reach out and take her arm, forcing her to stand while someone else came up behind her and wrapped her half-naked form in a robe. Then he would lead her back to the car, cuffed once more, and stick her in the back. They would take off like a bat out of hell, this time followed by four different vans, packed with men. All of the guys around were armed to the teeth with guns, and one was pointed at Cere.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 26, 2015 11:27:52 GMT -5
--- Though weak her eyes still held a certain strength while she stared at him as he spoke to her. He really thought she gave a shit what was done to her body. Little did he know she had been down this road before. Two days compared to two hours which was really worse? Whether the number was increased or not she had walked this road and still emerged to move forward. Though of course that was the surface wasn't it? Maybe deep down it bothered but only cause it would eventually stir up the memories of the past if or when she found out what this really was about. Or rather who it was about. Yes she gave in. She hadn't really struggled from the beginning as it was. The question was why? Was it really just a matter of believing it was pointless to struggle? No believe it was much deeper and probably heartbreaking for anyone to hear. No one had known about what happened to her before and he was threatening for them to know this time. Friends? What 'friends'? That idea was actually a little funny to her. Maybe she had a few but a few was literally on one hand that were the closest, everyone else she could give no fucks about. But then again no one knew before because she didn't want to deal with the sympathy they would try to give. She didn't want to deal with questions. She didn't want them to treat her like she was weak child. She was far too complicated for her own good.
--- If he saw her eyes he would clearly read that they were saying 'so what'. Yes this happened before and it happening again wasn't a good or cool thing but it happened. What was done was done. Eventually she'll just bury it away with all the rest, but what she wouldn't and couldn't bury was the threat against her niece. That was declaring war. As her forcefully grabbed her arm her face winced without a sound. Her body was in pain, standing wasn't the easiest thing, hell moving wasn't the easiest currently. But she was forced to being covered and hauled away again. Really cuffs? Like she was gonna fight back at this point with a gun on her. Cereza wasn't stupid. Stubborn at most times but not stupid. As is she was barely even staying awake through the ride. But one thing played in her mind once more. Who was this Huntsman? It seemed she was there for him? But who the hell was he? Cereza was in for a hell of a surprise when the truth came out. Meanwhile her head hung low tiredly, eyes barely fighting to stay open for now at least.
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