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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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IT WAS JUST A DREAM ALRIGHT [Siobhan]
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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Sept 7, 2015 14:12:25 GMT -5
 | just another dream your hand was down my pants, i stole your underwear, and you kissed me. so. that happened, i guess?
Macht was aboard Yacht Starke, the night after his latest party, sitting in the pool and looking out at the sunset. The yacht was a mess all day, and he'd spent his time tidying it up, so all he wanted to do at this point was sit and relax. Yacht Starke was now clean, there was no reason to worry, no school today, no charities to attend... it was glorious. With a smile on his face, the redhead leaned back in his jacuzzi, placed his hands behind his head, shut his eyes, and began to relax.
... then, suddenly...
He thought about... THAT dream. He was a red blur, stealing the panties of unsuspecting women, one of which he saw at his party the night before. She was totally in the nude, when she mounted him, kissed him, and shoved her hand down his pants. The German's eyes shot open, and he needed to readjust his trunks at the thought, shifting uncomfortably in his jacuzzi.
... at least I'll probably never see her again...
Though the fates were cruel.
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Having perfected our disguise, we search for someone we can't fool.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Sept 7, 2015 14:41:29 GMT -5
Siobhan had a hangover. From the moment her eyes opened, her stomach was sour with acid reflex splashing up her throat. Twelve hours earlier she had stumbled across the threshold of her house with impaired judgement and a lot to think about. One thing that she did keep in mind was to not ever, ever, ever challenge PHS #552's Student Captain to a drinking contest. She had told herself that and yet there she had been, sinking shot trays until she almost fell off a barstool. Sitting up slowly, she took inventory of her room, checking if she had managed to sling everything in its correct place.
"Where's my phone?"
Siobhan asked the empty room but no sort of thin hunk of metal revealed itself. The girl shuffled through her bed sheets and then the discarded purse beside her nightstand. It wasn't there. Siobhan hauled herself from the bed and towards the door, still in the clothes from earlier that morning. The girl didn't bother grabbing her purse, there was no reason to lose anything more, but she had a fairly good idea of where her phone would be. Lovely. Just the person I want to go see right now. Reflecting on the dream she had threatened to make her lose her nerve.
After grabbing a taxi to take her out to the port, Siobhan stared at Yacht Starke's ramp before starting up it. The place was cleaner then when she left so apparently someone had been busy. Walking to the back of the boat where the sound of rushing water was, Siobhan poked her head around the corner. It was like her eyes had been burned and she had to blink multiple times before she could step out into the open. No words. No speaking. Just staring at the man in the Jacuzzi because apparently fate hated her.
Siobhan had a serious hangover.
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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Sept 7, 2015 15:46:36 GMT -5
| just another dream your hand was down my pants, i stole your underwear, and you kissed me. so. that happened, i guess?
A buzzing sound could be heard from Macht's phone, which was just off to his right. He glanced over at it with a frown and took it, turning on the screen. A message from Haas about a new deal. Well, not like Macht was busy or anything, so he shrugged, set the phone down, and stood to his feet. Now, the girl from the dream and last night was still on his mind, of course, so he'd still had his... private... at attention, as he stood, and he turned, just as Siobhan would make her way up the ramp.
Macht's eye would catch Siobhan's, and he would simply stare for a moment. No, he had to be seeing things. He was seeing things, right? Right. Right? ... oh no.
Wrong.
Macht's foot slipped from the step and his knee slammed down onto the seat in the jacuzzi, before his whole body was submerged into the water. He shot back up quickly, now entirely soaked with his hair covering his face. Gasping for breath, Macht fought to push himself back up into a sitting position and to get his hair out of his face. THIS COULD NOT BE HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. HE WAS GETTING EMBARRASSED NO.
"Can I, uh... help you?" He would ask, as he finally... situated himself.
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Having perfected our disguise, we search for someone we can't fool.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Sept 7, 2015 16:07:53 GMT -5
Siobhan didn't know which she felt more: uncomfortable or flustered. Macht Starke was in the Jacuzzi. Which was fine, he probably owned that too. Except with her next panicked inhale, images of a certain red-head yanking her into an alley surfaced. Siobhan met his eyes and suddenly that was the same face she tried to kiss. Without clothes.. Did she mention that somehow there were no clothes on her body? Oh wait. It got better. Because then she tried to rip off his own clothing. That dream had Siobhan reaching down someone's pants.
Her mind stopped circuit shortening when Macht fell into the Jacuzzi. Rather, the poor guy tried to leave and somehow slipped. He's supposed to be the strongest person at our school.... and he just fell... into the Jacuzzi... Siobhan started forward, wide-eyed and surprised. One of her hands reached out to help him back up, but she smacked it back down to her side. There was no need to touch him. Macht resurfaced and was entirely drenched by now. Siobhan could feel the end was near for her.
"Can I, uh... help you?"
Siobhan stared at Macht. She tried. She really did try. But her mouth twisted as she bit her lips and pinched them together. It finally cracked a smile on her face and she was forced to look away while trying to take calming breaths. Did he just-? Running through it in her head again, Siobhan felt laughter bubbling up her chest. Macht Starke just fell into a Jacuzzi the moment he saw her and then proceeded to act like things were fine. Can I help you? Really? Turning back to him, Siobhan forced composure although she was looking at him with second-hand embarrassment.
"I think... I lost something.."
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user is offline ●
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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Sept 7, 2015 17:22:23 GMT -5
| just another dream your hand was down my pants, i stole your underwear, and you kissed me. so. that happened, i guess?
"Is that so? Yeah, uh... me too."
My dignity.
Macht frowned in thought, wiping some of the water from his eye. He pulled off his eyepatch and his hair fell in place, and he would wring it out a little before tossing it outside of the jacuzzi and onto a nearby chair. Trying to bide his time, he looked down at his fingernails and began cleaning them, even though they were already completely clean. He just didn't want to deal with the current situation because, even for him, it was awkward, and well, that was new to him.
"You lookin' for somethin' specific?"
Try as he might, Macht could not look the girl in the eye. All he saw were flashes of that dream, of her bare skin, her legs wrapped around him, her hand against his - No. Stop. Bad. This woman he didn't even know had him feeling flustered, and... aroused. For once, Macht wasn't making perverted jokes at a woman and having her fawn over him without feeling anything. Instead, he simply thought of a woman, became aroused, and embarrassed himself. This couldn't be happening.
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Having perfected our disguise, we search for someone we can't fool.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Sept 7, 2015 17:51:05 GMT -5
Siobhan frowned at Macht while giving him an uncertain look. He lost something? On his yacht? Or maybe he was just being snarky to her. Chewing on her lip, she stared at him with a mix of confusion and concern. Macht had just fallen into a Jacuzzi, but here he was tossing his eyepatch aside. Oh God I can't watch this. The girl broken her gaze away and stared over at the water. She took a breath and went to speak just as Macht continued talking, surprising her. Apparently this is only awkward for one of us. Siobhan gave herself a shake. There was no way he had been involved in that dream and treating him like he had was just rude.
"You lookin' for somethin' specific?"
Siobhan turned and gazed at the Student Captain for a few heartbeats. He was cleaning his nails. Wasn't that a nervous tick or something? Ha, that was laughable. This guy could splatter her against he deck, why would he be nervous? She stepped forward, coming to the edge of the Jacuzzi, standing on Macht's right side. It felt weird for her to be standing above him while he lounged in the Jacuzzi, but what could she do?
"Cellphone. I think I left it here somewhere. Have you seen it?"
Correction: Have you seen my pride? I kind of lost it after last night's dream and I would like it back. I think I misplaced it in your pants. Mind handing that over? Ugh, shut up Sia.
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