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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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Do You Know The Mayhem Man? Yes I Know The Mayhem Man! (CER)
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 5, 2015 21:17:36 GMT -5
“There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.” ― Mark Twain **Sometime later**
--- Her head was swimming. Her body was tingling if not slightly throbbing, but she asked for it. Sure he felt her hunger, her craving but he had he truly understood it. It wasn't what people thought. She didn't want to want it. She didn't want to crave it. She didn't want feel the need of it. It had everything to do with her past. One massive event that altered so much. Yet as much she claimed not to want she wanted. She always kept herself busy for various reasons. She fought against herself. She fought against the 'what' 'they' wanted her to be since. Yet she fell tonight. The gate was slightly breached not to long ago where she almost slipped with a certain new Asian student. Here was a flying leap off the roof and into the proverbial 'rabbit hole'. She wasn't as calm as he thought. There was still so much hunger in her eyes but believe he threw her the hell off when he grabbed her chin and kissed her so tenderly.
--- That tenderness sort of snapped her out of the hungry lust slightly. It was new, especially coming from him. Most importantly tender nature acts like that after the heaviness of what occurred made her feel weird. Tenderness of that kind was weird to her period. She didn't feel capable of such a thing and to see that he, Damien 'Mayhem' Caine, was capable over her was an interesting notation. Or maybe he was just really good at faking it. Hold on he gave her his jacket? Ecko indeed would be so jealous. Ok things were just getting weirder and she found herself kinda just looking at him with her chest still slowly balancing in breaths. Her hat was never on her head as it was on the car, but it did magically stay on the car through it all! He rested it back on her head as her grey's trailed over his form. She was pretty silent suddenly and the look in her eyes words couldn't describe. Suddenly she wasn't remotely herself. Somewhere she didn't realize she lightly bite her lower lip till he scooped her up placing her in the car as he got in and pulled her to lean on his shoulder. This was weird. She didn't know what to say either. It didn't occur to her right now that he saw scars she didn't want anyone to see. And Reza? That was new. Usually she needed some time to actually bury things away before resuming her normal self. Were they still going to go through with their plan or what?
--- Slowly her eyes trailed to his neck as she tilted her head up a little. That hunger wasn't sedated yet. The pull was strong for her. It was something deep rooted. He'd feel her starting to kiss at his neck before she shifted pulling herself up and over to sit on top of him. She still kissed and nipped at his neck a little heatedly. After it all it probably was surprising. One would think they would just laugh and joke but it wasn't that way. Cereza had a deep seeded secret. A bit heavy and dark. Questioning her might not yield an answer, depending. But for now she teased his neck. Wonder what he was thinking? Wonder if he would stop her like he probably should for now? That'd be interesting. It was a bit odd indeed. Truthfully she needed to stop but suddenly forgot how. Maybe she needed a voice of reason or something. Or a pool of holy water to drown in.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Feb 5, 2015 21:39:04 GMT -5
Mayhem would let the kisses to his neck start, her getting on top of him once more. However he knew that if he let it continue that they would once again move towards certain activities once more. Not something he wanted Rooke to arrive in at. Instead he would turn her head so that she could continue the kisses on his neck, but hold her against still.
Something was bugging him, the rage at discovering the scars, and the fact that while Mayhem had always assumed that she was one to play with a man happily. He never expected her to act so needed about it. Instead he would ask, not about the scars themselves but one thing about them that bugged him.
"Who's 'M' Nova?"
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 5, 2015 22:53:45 GMT -5
“Never hide things from hardcore thinkers. They get more aggravated, more provoked by confusion than the most painful truths.” ― Criss Jami --- She was going to kick herself later. Hate herself once it all sunk in. For now she drowned in the hunger. The lust. The glory of the night. She continued to kiss at his neck her hands firmly pressed on his chest gripping at the fabric. He held her in place but would that really stop her from pursuing more? When Cereza wanted something she went for it and her determination was usually strong. Stopping her stubbornness was a task for anyone. But what he chose to ask her would cause pause. Her lips stopped but remained touching his neck while her hands slowly loosened their grasp on the fabric. Snap back to reality time. Who was 'M'? What had he meant by that? It took her a moment to connect the dots as she slowly leaned her head away from his neck to face directly to him while a rhyme played in her thoughts.
~You'll never know he's there. He'll catch you unaware. They'll never be a sound until your body hits the ground.~
--- Grey hues stared at Damien with a stoic expression. There were times she could be but it was rare she was ever that straight face. There was always something behind it if she was, well 95% of the time. She didn't mean to give that away but it was a sour subject. A subject she recalled kinda sorta telling a stranger. Sorta but not really. Yet as quick as that stoic expression was placed it was replaced with a playful perk of her brow and a head tilt.
"The person that gives James Bond his missions. That was an odd question."
--- She smirked. She was working her way back to normal slowly. Very slowly. She was also ignoring and deflecting. More so deflecting. Has it been forgotten she was the Queen of deflection?
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Feb 5, 2015 23:26:25 GMT -5
The Queen of Deflection's skilled had dulled, the words were obviously ignoring the intent behind what he had said. She knew exactly what he was asking. Mayhem had seen the kings and queens of liars in his time. In fact he had used some and dealt with the others. Those master had taught in him, to use his eyes for more then the threat of a punch. In a fight a twitch, a smirk or brief drop in expression could be a valid clue as to what played on the opponents mind. It was from this he easily recognised the covering up of her expression at what he had asked, making the deflection even more obvious to him.
Mayhem would stare back into his eyes, looking extremely serious. He was about to demand that she answer, that she not play games with him of all people, and not after what had happened. However something would stop him from doing so straight away, and he would actually think about it. His voice would come out, in a forced calm tone. Not knowing things bugged him, it was hard to plan around things you didn't know, but that wasn't why he wanted to anyway. It was different then that, not tactical which was his normally way of dealing with people, but personal. Something that it had not been for many years. Not since the good old days, that at the same time were the best and worse he could ever think of.
"Cer...Tell me later or tell me now, but I will want a proper answer eventually."
Mayhem would would say, turning to look out of the car. In the distance he would see the SUV that he expected was Rooke and his gear he had asked for arriving. Well it was either time to cut this short and go out for the planned Mayhem, or tell Rooke to keep on driving.
"Hell maybe I'll even tell you about Cachito, in return."
Then it would hit his heart in a stab and his own expression would turn sour. Well that was something he didn't want to think about. Indeed, however from the name alone. A Spanish name for liar's dice. Well he should have know. With that, Mayhem would suddenly stand, in the car. Pulling up Cereza with him and jump out of the vehicle. Before dropping her on her feet, kissing her neck once a return of the ones she had been giving. And then would head for the SUV as it was parking.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 6, 2015 0:32:23 GMT -5
--- It wasn't a matter of deflecting it forever. It was a matter of deflecting it at all at this point. Doing so gave her time. Time to put herself back together somewhat. Time to think a little on what she wanted to say, if she wanted to say anything. Cereza wasn't much of a truth teller, well that wasn't completely true. She actually often told the truth on certain aspects while embellishing it with lies. A good manipulator normally did. Hide the lie with a little truth. But here's the thing she was talking to Damien. Damien wasn't the typical normal type. He also had years of experience on her but even with that he couldn't deny that she had kept up a hell of a facade all this time. Surprising he wasn't possibly questioning more in his head. Did he even really know her? No one really knew her anymore. Not what was beyond what she showed.
--- But he was serious, like dead serious. Was he mad at her? Sure looked like it. She never really recalled seeing him like that. His tone seemed like he was holding back on her and that alone wasn't ideal. Cereza wasn't someone you wanted to hold back with yet all the same you didn't want to overly push her. Even with that notion maybe some good pushing would be best. Though it could be for the worst. Cereza was complicated. At the core let's face it who really knew how to deal with her? How to handle her. It wasn't his tone that made her mood alter a little but his words. He was being quiet demanding. She didn't get to speak as he picked her up and kissed her neck when putting her down. Before that he mentioned 'Cachito'. She looked at him and her mind went to a place thinking about would she actually have something on Damien. The name left a bad taste she could tell so it was most certainly a person despite it's meaning of 'liars dice'. Cereza was an opportunist after all but that was no way of thinking concerning him. The thought passed but she didn't deny being curious but she also wasn't thrilled with his slight demand.
"You don't demand from me Damien."
--- Her tone was calm. Eerily calm. That was the worst kind with her but yet tonight it wouldn't be what it normally meant. She still wore his jacket draped over her shoulders. If Rooke saw, probably thought that was interesting. She folded her arms looking watching him. Fine she'll play the game to learn something. But would he be more honest than she? It was funny but probably so.
"You're never going to leave me alone so fine..You first and I promise an answer."
--- One thing about Cereza is she did keep her word. She just also choose them carefully but not many really realized that. Actually no one ever realized that.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Feb 6, 2015 1:18:35 GMT -5
"I made no demands."
If she looked at his words, in a deeper fashion, she would see this as the case. Because later could be after he was in the grave, hell it could be in the next life for all he knew. The insistence that he would want answers in no way would mean that he got them. However when she then turned around and promised to tell him, if he revealed things first, he was shocked. A promise over, sharing something about herself, from Cereza. Now that was an oddity.
However Mayhem wouldn't immediately reply, instead he would stop by the SUV as Rooke got out the drivers seat. There would be quizzical look on his face, not him picking up what had happened. No wondering why Cereza was present, Rooke and Jack knew some of the other side. But Mayhem had given them little. The suited man just didn't understand what Cereza would offer to a party, that required the stuff in the back of the SUV. Finally Mayhem answered to her promise would come, and the suited man would be completely taken by surprised by what Mayhem said.
"Yo Rooke you remember Cachito?"
Mayhem asked, even though there was no way on earth Mayhem, Rooke or Jack could forget that name. Not with what she had done, however he would never have fallen down the rabbit hole, if not for it either thinking about it. He knew Cereza however, just because she had promised a answer did not mean that answer would be the one he wanted. Even so he took the risk. Rooke would gather his composure from the question before speaking.
"Of course I remembered that bitch. We had a whole year in prison thinking about ways to kill her after all."
"Indeed, sold us out at the worse possible time. Sold me out."
"Sir you okay?" Rooke would look at Cereza, a questioning look, a what the hell happened in his eyes. "You haven't mention her in over 3 years."
"Well it hurt to think about when your lover, shots you in the back, literally, and put in prison. Tell it Rooke."
Mayhem would allow his and Rooke exchange be loud enough that Cereza would have no problems picking up on the meaning of what was being said. The story Rooke spun, was a simple one. The players of old, would have a job. It was ten years ago, 4 men and 1 women on a job. A simple breaking and entering. Not for anything of real value, but for a certain item that someone would still pay well for. Black mail material. Him, Rooke, Jack and Six, plus Cachito. She shot them in the back, Mayhem in the lower left, Jack in the knee, and Rooke in the shoulder. Six had escaped back to his thugs. As he told it there would pained looks on Mayhem face, at his lover, no it was obvious from the way he looked that she had been more then that, and what she had done to him. Done to them. She had broken the players, and it was only through every trick he had after falling down the rabbit hole that he had clawed, the players once more under him. This time as pieces in his game, not hers.
"There is no greater ambivalence, of love and hate then mine toward her."
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 6, 2015 16:29:11 GMT -5
--- She really didn't care whether he said it in exact words or meant it differently. In Cereza's mind it sounded like a demand. He wanted information from her one way or another and she didn't like that commanding sense of it. It was just the way her mind operated. Her and authority of any kind often bumped heads. Believe she has bumped heads with her uncle too. However she ignored it staying her ground despite the feeling that was still coursing through her. No she hadn't come off the high yet. Not really remotely close. It wasn't necessarily because well it was amazing, it was more deep rooted. It was personal. Her craving. Her lust was wide open and was searching for sedation. Feeling the need of it her mind occasionally was wandering to places it shouldn't. The door was too far open and she was standing in the threshold again. Edging her foot through but holding still to her positioning but it was really hard.
--- Cereza looked at Rooke as he looked at her. She looked at Damien then back to Rooke folding her arms a little tightly over her torso. It was almost like she was pulling herself to stay put. She exhaled sharply trying to hold onto the imaginary threshold that her nails were digging into. Oh wait no that was literally her sides they were digging into. That kinda hurt a little but it was a little welcomed sadly it wouldn't be a complete distraction. Cereza noted Rooke's reaction to the question and began simply listening to the pair. When Rooke looked at her with questioning eyes she kinda rudely turned her eyes away and shrugged her shoulders. Slowly her gaze came back as the story started to unfold. There was a pained expression on his face as Rooke spoke. Cereza never saw that before. This was seriously uncharted territory. Damien showing this to her? Really? Why? For who the 'M' on her pelvic line belonged to? He opened to her and in truth she still wasn't as willing. When would she ever be willing to spill her tale was unknown. The opportunity was present but his story hit far to close to home for her. She had a similar story with a huge difference one Damien might not really want to hear if he was acting like this already.
--- She heard every word but her mind had fell down into her own abyss. She began thinking back a few years ago herself on a particular event and what led to it. She was always getting into trouble just like she did presently that never changed but that. That wasn't entirely on her. But it led to more trust issues that she already had and a constant fight within herself. One she was still battling looking at the pair from her distance. She felt herself digging into her ribs and though it hurt she didn't show it. Her turned away she felt her breath rising again a little yet all the same her tongue slipped.
"You're fucking lucky."
--- She actually didn't mean to say it. Not because of any insensitivity level thing she just didn't mean to say anything. She didn't want to imply anything to herself but maybe he could visibly see she was off again. Cereza didn't like her anger. She didn't like how she was when it happened and no one understood how much anger was hidden behind that cool fun shell. Not a soul. When she showed any inkling she was usually drunk and that didn't happen often at all. At best Damien could catch an off vibe that was it. Turning her head back to him she spoke after a sharp exhale.
"Still love her after all that time?"
--- Whether he answered or not she'd end up leaning into the car grabbing her duffle bag and dropping his jacket on the driver side, snatching her own jacket off the back of the car. She didn't put on the jacket instead slung it over the bag in her hand. She looked at Rooke and at Damien, her body inside trembling her thoughts were too wild. She felt like she had to go.
"I gotta go. M is nothing. And if M was something it wouldn't concern you. Why would it anyways?.. I need to go."
--- She lied. It was an obvious lie. She shook her head realizing she said too much for one. Two she shook her head trying to shake her lustful growing thoughts. Three she didn't even mean to ask that question, she didn't even want an answer. She began walking briskly to her left not even trying to walk past them. She knew the city well to know how to get home she just needed to avoid a lot because she might take that swan dive again. If he stopped her, who knows what she would do or so.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Feb 6, 2015 17:08:38 GMT -5
Even though Mayhem mind was stuck in the past. His mind still took in Cereza's words. The first comment stung quite a bit, but gave away that there was something there. To call being shot in the back lucky, something bad must have been in her past, the scars had hinted at that from the get go.
The second line that came, well it revealed to him at least, the his own past wasn't ss burired as he had thought. Maybe saying he still loved her was wrong, he knew that if he saw her. Well he was likely to let her live. Mercy from him was not common, however there would always be that part of him that care. Apart from the game, she had been his life. Now only the game consumeed Mayhem. While he would let her live, he would probably still let Rooke and Jack knoe. They would not.
"Lets say I wouldn't be able to put thenbullet in her skull."
For now that was the best 'Love' he was capable of. It would be then that he noticed the fact Cereza was trembling. She made and a excuse and went to leave. Dropping his coat in his car and claming her own stuff. As she walked away something would occur to Mayhem, so far he had only reclaimed his phone not his car keys. He hadn't seen the need to do so at the time.
Mayhem would quickly jog after her and grab her arm, he knew that she was lying about M but it was clear she had no intention of keeping to the spirit of her promise, even if she kept to the word. Grabbing her his hand would quickly grab his keys from her pocket.
"One day."
He said not clarifiny exactly whatnhe meant, before he would pull her into playful one armed, hug to try and lighten the mood before pushing her on her way but a pat on the behind. Once she was gone she would rrturn to Rooke.
"Looks like no fun, a shame. Fuck it, I need somrthing smooth to smoke."
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 6, 2015 18:16:51 GMT -5
--- She heard him but didn't really care. She couldn't say she shared the same sentiment though she actually never killed before. But it didn't mean she was completely incapable. Surely there were some she would like to crucify. Not a soul understood that Cereza was probably secretly a ticking time bomb that had been counting down for a very long time. The clock was slowly winding down after all this time. It was getting closer and closer to it's end. Right now she was focusing on trying to get away. This had to be odd. Cereza wasn't the one to normally back from a challenge. Wasn't one to run away like this, but here she was. She completely neglected the fact that she still had his car keys in her back pocket.
--- Usually she would note someone jogging up behind her but she didn't notice him until he was already close grabbing her arm and turning her around. Cereza tensed up so hard her body went completely straight for a moment. When he pulled her close for that hug she could feel his heat again and her synapses went off. See she was trying to avoid this. She kept her distance for a reason. Yet then he turned her and patted her on the butt which honestly just kept adding it and building it. He didn't get it. The moment his hand touched her behind she'd turn back around and step into him grabbing the wrist of the hand that touched her. The duffle bag had been falling to the floor as that hand grabbed the back of his head and she pulled him into a strong heated kiss. The wrist she held she pulled his hand and placed it on chest letting go as she grabbed his crown jewels briefly. She didn't care if Rooke saw. She for a moment even forgot his existence. Letting her hand free of down below she pulled her lips from his breathy in her words. Only he could hear her. She bite her lip keeping her eyes cast down like she was looking at his lips as her forehead touched his just a bit.
"Let me walk away..Before this turns into a bigger party.."
--- Her eyes though cast down at his lips he could see the shift it made in the direction of Rooke. What was she saying? Could he put two and two together? Was he getting that maybe she wanted it but at the same time was fighting not wanting it? He didn't understand her need. She'd look back at his lips her breaths had increased.
"You don't understand... Leave my story alone Damien.. You don't want to hear it."
--- With that she'd roughly push away, quickly grabbing her bag and briskly walking from him. Soon that brisk walk would turn into a jog and then a run. That was interesting all the same. Her words said volumes didn't they. Damien caught a side of Cereza he might not see again. Sh buried things quickly nowadays. He might have to push her again.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Feb 6, 2015 18:32:20 GMT -5
Mayhen would see her spin and let himself sink into the kiss. It felt natural, but something was join. She flipped from wanting to leave to it to quickly. A fact that her words would reinforce. Mayhem would think, it would take his own will power not to pull her into another kiss. He would feel her hand, going down below and had to seriously fight against temptation. Because otherwise he was going to drag her home with him, and he didn't think that would go well right now. It would be then Mayhem noticed her eyes moving, in time with her mention of a party. Only Rooke stood in that direction. That was wrong to him, Rooke was not Cereza type in his mind in the slightest. Was she seriously suggesting that. She had to go home know, she needed time and he need it to to figure out what was wrong, he had never seen her like tonight. He would find out, not today but he would no doubt in his nind. He would push against her chest and the soft flesh she had forced him to touch. "Go straight home Reza, please?"
He said as he push her away, a request from him. It would be better then a order. However the idea that she wouldn't make a night of it. Made him annoyed, not a normal reaction.
"But don't tell me what I want."
Mayhem added. He would for her to start leaving. Still holding his own lust in. However he had a greater sense of control then her it seemed. What could be in the past that wished to hide so much. This was more then just a few scars.
The entire time Rooke would watch, thinking what on earth was his boss and old friend thinking. The suited man could see more ahead of him. Then Mayhem himself was seeing.
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