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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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WE'RE GONNA PAINT THIS TOWN RED! [Sic and Hexx-Bar Brawl..]
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Post by Angelica Butthewer on Sept 16, 2015 16:42:19 GMT -5
Somebody once asked her why she hurt people. The answer was simple, because she would not want to be treated any differently. You should always treat people the way you wish to be treated. Aside from that it was fucking funny to see something squirm on the ground, lying in its own juices. Not funny in the "Oh my god, that's the spot" kinda way, but in the "God, you look so stupid!" kinda way. Needless to say the best place to actually punch somebody to the curb, were places like this. Cesspits filled with sore, festering outgrowths, a mockery of people little different from the squirming maggot that she was. In any case, she would feast today, in one way or another. Because in the end all maggots fattened themselves up to the point of transformation, which meant cracking the hell up, growing wings and bashing people in the face with it till you heard a crunchy noise. Then you could remove the other layers.
In this particular shitpool of people, there were a spacious black dance-floor, tablers all around the corners and edges of this... round... room... or what would have been corners if round rooms had them. Along with a square shaped bar in the middle of the club-room. It was quite the... ambience and despite her eccentric outfit, today kept in black and grey only, she did not stand out particularly much. It was ridiculously hot in this building because of all the sweating, moving, squirming automatons of auto-defecation, so there was a number of people wearing barely more than her. Good grief, it would be fun to be here.~ Feeling the corners of her mouth rise into a absentminded grin, Sic's single eye narrowed into a tired glassy stare as she mustered every single person in the room to estimate just how much of a hit they could take... and how much of a punch they could throw at her. It was no fun if they couldn't make her hurt at least enough for a little tingling in the belly.~
Oh but there it was! A great exemplary! A speciman of such immense growth and vitality that she just wanted to strike her fangs in it! Oh god, yes... please he should squeal and beg please... or no, maybe he could hit her, make her stomache turn on itself and kick her ass hard enough to make her entire skeleton shake and tingle in eager anticipation of more! Yesss... that would be glorious! Didn't matter, big guy, big meat, tasty meat. Did he sweat? Maybe he did... would be even better, slippery and strong, like an oily slab of pigmeat! Giggling to herself, Angelica walked around in the room, not letting the gigantic hunk of a man out of her eyes... then she saw her chance. Walking up to the man next to him, she pinched the man next to the giant in the butt, only to hide in the crowd of people right away, cackling like a mischivous child. Mr. Big Muscly Buns should start the fight, so she could kick his posterior with a little graaaace.~ Heh... cave it in sunny!
This day was going to be amaaazing.~
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The King of Beasts
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Post by Felix Booker on Sept 16, 2015 17:36:16 GMT -5
Felix was enjoying the club scene, it had been suggested to him by a friend from his old school back before he had even been sent to #552. They had tried to get in before and failed, the bouncer seeing right through their clever dollar store mustache disguise. Now Felix didn't even need one! He had a reputation now, coming from #552 was starting to seem more and more like a blessing. He had done so much crazy shit he'd never dreamed of, and discovered a lot about himself. He still didn't feel like a reformed citizen, which should have been obvious, seeing as how he was inside the club illegally, and may be slightly intoxicated from the booze he had used his newly found dexterity to obtain, without a cinch.
He was currently grinning ear to ear at a section near the bar, being hit on by older women was always a blast. 'The hair gets em' every time.' He would think, as he got another wink sent his way. He was currently dancing to a song he had never heard of before, getting grinded on by people he had never met before; he had never had so much fun before in his life! Nothing could ruin this ni- Suddenly he felt a sharp pinch on his ass, he quickly turned expecting it to be another cutie down to mingle. His gaze drifted higher . . . and higher . . . and higher still a sickening feeling of Déjà vu hit him like a sledge hammer. He raised his head, until his eyes rested on a face he thought and wished he would never see again.
"Hexsh . . . " His words were slightly slurred due to the alcohol currently coursing through his veins, but his mind was still sharp; his first day coming back to him in flashes. Him bumping into what he first assumed to be a wall. Almost getting his nads' crushed by a size twenty boot. Mercilessly getting his head smashed by the psycho currently standing in front of him. The traumatic memories brought an intensity with them. Felix was gonna do something stupid.
"Oi, you jolly green giant. Who also happens to neither be green. Or jolly!" He would shout for Hexx's attention. Whether he got it or not, he didn't care. People heard the commotion, and looked over to it, instinctively backing up. 'Good, that'll make this a lot easier.' He bent at the knees before coming up explosively, twisting with his core as he raised his fist in an uppercut. To anyone who was anyone the move would look strikingly similar to the Shoryuken from Street Fighter. As he flew upwards he would aim it at the bottom of Hexx's chin, as he rose upwards to Hexx's full height. Lil' dude had ups, that was for sure!
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Post by Hexx Ravier on Sept 27, 2015 13:24:38 GMT -5
Hexx had very little time to react at to the slurred request for attention coming from his side, merely shooting a glance downwards in the direction of the voice before he moved. His gaze was met with a strangely familiar shrub of hair rising steadily closer to him in what seemed to be an attempt at an uppercut...huh. Interesting. Hexx smirked in the split second between Felix preparing to strike and his fist actually making contact, though he wasn't entirely unguarded. The moment the punch landed, Hexx's chin tilted up a few degrees, but other than that he seemed unfazed...amused, even. This amusement only further shone through in the following moments; it was clear that the white haired man was already fully invested in this fight.
Hexx's left hand shot forward immediately after the hit registered to wrap around the considerably smaller kid's (conveniently enough at arm level) throat, grinning all the while at the tickling he had given him. The kid was certainly quick, but he evidently hadn't the muscle to back it up. A shame, really...the only reason Hexx had even dragged himself to this shithole was to try and find someone who could actually throw a punch or two, but this kid would have to do for now. Hexx tightened his grasp on his opponent's throat with a smirk, roughly rolling his thumb up and down his trachea and giving it an occasional jab. "It seems like the air would taste quite sweet when your lungs are shriveling, doesn't it?"
Seeming to tire of toying with him for the time being, Hexx gave his windpipe one final jab of the thumb before finally lifting him up to eye level to get a look at him and see if that hair really did belong to who he thought it did...and sure enough, he was right. It was that smart-mouthed kid from his first day, Felix! Hexx had barely seen him around since that day, a real shame in his opinion, he kind of took a liking to the kid. "Oh, heeeeyyyy! What's up Felix? How's it goin' my man?"...and with that, it started.
The moment Hexx had posed this strangely cheerful question, his arm shot out to its maximum height and length and released his grip on the boy's throat. He didn't leave it peacefully at that however, by now Hexx was far too interested in having a good time. The moment he let go and Felix began to fall back to earth, Hexx's right leg shot out toward him, he was attempting to land a solid side kick to the kid's gut. Due to their positioning, if the blow was successful Felix would be sent hurdling into the bar and probably smash a few of the display bottles. Hexx cackled wildly after this, a certain challenging look on his face...yes. It was a challenge. He was inviting any onlookers to join in on the fun, maybe try to stop him if they thought they could. This was turning out to be one interesting night.
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