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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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Saving Private Allen[[Allen/Leon/Open]]
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Post by Allen Hollows on Jan 29, 2015 6:32:48 GMT -5
OOC: 330 in the morning, and of course I'm awake. Why not a post?
Allen woke around six hours later, his eyes slowly opening. The light hurt it a little at first, and though he recognized he was intubated, he didn't choke. They had applied an anesthetic, making it so he would be relaxed. He turned his head a little to see who was around, and assuming Aaron and Phoebe were still about, he'd stare at the girl, watching her for a while in silence before he'd acknowledge Steven and Aaron.
He would then turn to look back up at the ceiling, as though trying to remember what happened.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2015 8:56:23 GMT -5
Of course Bee was there.
Allen would see her gingerly dozing right beside him, stretched out on the bed but at an awkward angle because his bed wasn't flat out, but raised so Allen was in a gentle reclining position. Her brows were slightly drawn, her expression not filled with the normal peace of sleep. And considering the situation, it would be easily understood as to why.
The only part of her that was touching him was her hand resting against his arm. Otherwise, even dozing, Phoebe wasn't about to jostle him or put pressure on his stitched wound.
Her initial verbal tussle with the doctors and nurses had been..."interesting", so to speak. In the end, she didn't care what they thought: a change, certainly, for Phoebe. And the last hour of fitful dozing was spent in relative peace, but any movement or sudden noises would likely wake her.
And unless their mother left, Allen would see her as well.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Jan 31, 2015 11:05:54 GMT -5
Allen would look around for Steven, wondering if the male was there. He could have sworn he heard him talking earlier...he paused, however, seeing their mom. He would let out a very, very soft, crackled noise as he tried his best to speak.
"Mimck?"
His "mom" came out garbled and almost caused him to choke, so he just stayed put and closed his eyes, a tear running down his cheek. At least the pain in his back was gone, and though he was terribly startled to see all of his family in the same room, he was pleased that the pain was gone. That immense, burning agony that had caused him to pass out and (unknown to him) die at one point. He would bring up his hand closest to Phoebe and put it on the back of her sleeping head, trying to wake her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2015 11:34:13 GMT -5
The garbled sound was enough to cause her to stir and wake, but the shifting was what caused Phoebe's eyes to snap open even before Allen's hand landed on her head.
"Allen..!" She gasped. He was awake!?
She stared, wide-eyed a moment, before fresh tears glinted in her eyes and dripped down her face to land against the pillow. She had to resist the impulse to throw her arms around him and instead sniffed with a smile that combatted the tears, and brushed her cheek against his shoulder to wipe them away.
Should she laugh or just cry in relief?
Where were the doctors? They had to take the tube out, right?
Phoebe let her hand slip up to lightly tousle her fingers against Allen's hair.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Jan 31, 2015 15:10:42 GMT -5
Allen's mother stood, blinking the sleepiness from her eyes. She would smile through shimmering eyes as she would walk over behind Allen.
"Hey baby...you scared us half to death! Are you okay?"
She would promptly remove the tube, being a doctor herself. This left Allen coughing a little bit after, which sent stabs of pain down his back. He would smack his lips a bit at the taste. Aaron, despite the noise, still leaned back in the chair clearly unconcious, snoring loudly. Allen would look up at his mother, Teresa Hollows. He would blink a little and speak softly.
"Mom....? You didn't have to come...."
He was, admittedly, ashamed that everyone here was so worried because of him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2015 15:50:08 GMT -5
Phoebe winced as her mom removed the tube and slowly shuffled to get up, grabbing up the container of ice chips and cold water. Scooping a good bunch of chips into the plastic cup, Bee poured just a little bit of water over it. More so that Allen could wet his lips and throat than actually guzzling water and making himself sick.
She stepped gingerly back to the bed and sat instead of laying back down in her former position. She wordlessly handed him the cup, simply not trusting herself to speak.
After he took it, she would wipe her eyes and scrub at her face with her palms and heave a shakey breath.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 31, 2015 19:32:02 GMT -5
Steven would have stayed outside, for the hours as they passed. Still seriously concerned for Allen's well being. However once he awoke, a fact made clear by his family talking. Steven would turn around and leaved. Wishing that his family would be that concerned for him. However Allen was awake and alive that was what mattered.
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