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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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Post by Marcelis on Jan 25, 2015 1:39:09 GMT -5
"Hmm... I think it might be a good idea to spread the word. I do need some income coming in soon."
**First day of school. The wind is blowing, sky as cloudy as it can be, trees missing all sorts of flora that should be there. Its winter, cold as shit, and me with entering my new apartment. I just entered it last night after taking most of my stuff out of the Gym. It was finally a good time to leave, I needed my own place and being out HIS hair is always plus. But damn, I had to talk the landlord down of a damn ledge just to get it under seven-fifty. But it pays for everything, and that's no complaint. Now how does 17 year old single male can have his own apartment you ask? Well, not so hard, money talks. I paid him first, last and second to last month of rent... And I have more money, but I need a steady income. I am not old enough to get a job that would need, legal paperwork... I don't have time for that. But since I go to a facility where hundreds of people go to, one of these poor bastards bound to have a problem or two. And if I can make a quick buck off someone else's problems... Why not? Shrinks and Private Inspectors do it all the time
“Shit load of people here, someone must have a problem somewhere… just gotta know what to grab for.”
**Information is a very valuable thing, in most case, have more weight than gold. That why internet is a scary place if you can’t cover yourself, even in many cases, finding someone is as easy as linking a last post to someone’s location on face book. But see, that’s another beast in itself… and the funny thing is that people are just ill-equipped to handle such things. And that where I come in. I handle those things, for a certain price of course. But how you show those skills to others you ask? By making hundreds of business cards and spread them in the lockers of every student and passerby. It might seem creepy at first, but someone needs something that I can offer… And I would hate not to capitalize on such… feelings. For the time being I just stuff about most in all the lockers in the first floor. But since I am in my first day of school, I don’t have classes, I am suppose to be in “class” but I am not on any rosters until tomorrow, which kinda sucks. And since I am here… I might as well scope out the place. Never a bad idea to not know where you are going to be at every weekday for the next two-three years.
“Hmm, what is down this way?”
**Curiosity killed the cat, as Cereza would say. But information is key, and if that would help me go plus, why not take the chance? The east wing of the school? Shit, is this a college campus? This seems large for a inner-city public school. Metal detectors, scanners, different wings? Well, seems like a lot of money went into this school, I wonder why? Since I been out of town, I should have covered everything prior to me coming here. Oh well, nothing I can't handle maybe sometime I can touch base with Cereza. I'll look into this place at my own leisure, and since Cereza had been here already, It would be weird if she wasn't interested in this place as well. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2015 0:57:16 GMT -5
Funds were low, they always were with Gabriella. Not because she lacked the ability to consistently acquire it, but because when she did it was spent on her numerous vices. Though her target for changing that had already been found. Some stupid sap of a freshman, with more money then sense. One who had not learned the ways of the school, had been foolish enough to put a reasonable amount of cash in his locker and leave it there. It would be hers.
While no one was around due to classes, Gabs as often the fact was not in class. Cigarette between her lips she approached the locker. While some would be the sort to get in with subtly she did not. A metal ruler, pilfered from one of the classrooms, would be slammed between the locker door and its frame. With the strength of her she would then crack the locker open. She would grab the bag and look at the money inside. There must have been a couple hundred in it.
"Nice."
She would say to her self, removing the cash and putting it into her own back and putting the other bag back. Knocking something. A small card would flutter to the ground, and she would read it. It sounded like someone was trying to get some work. Though a few of the things the card mentioned were stupid, it sounded like sound brokering info. Like the guy she had met some time ago, and supplied some bud for knowledge of her arm. Curiously she pull out her phone and dialled the number.
"Mars? I'm out for something, apparently you can help?"
She would make herself scares so as she would not be caught for the crime while on the phone.
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Post by Marcelis on Jan 26, 2015 15:04:54 GMT -5
**My phone rang... second phone rang. you should never give anyone a direct way to contact you. When you mail, B.O. Boxes. When you give a place, an area of neutral ground. Contact by phone, a pre-paid phone of course. No muss, no fuss make it simple and direct. Each of the cards had something that would pertain to students or anyone the school in general. My real job is information, and getting it by any means necessary. A fee is always omitted until I know if the information is available and not difficult to achieve, my real business card would be a lot sinister by nature. I let it ring twice as I checked the number, hmm, a cell phone. I guess my cards gives business fast. A small appeared on my place as I round the corner, taking quick glances to both sides of the hallway. Quick steps to the nearest stairways as I answer the phone in stride.
-A woman, well... I suppose my first would have to be this. Let's see...-
**At least she follows instructions. When you give instructions, they should be followed. If you don't follow instructions, I hang up immediately. I can't deal with stupid people. Now, let's see what this little dame would want.
"I am Mars, and if there's something worth grabbing for you. I am your man to get it for you. Physical or digital?"
**Its a interesting question, cause if its a hacking job, it will take some time and money must bought up-front. If job isn't done, I return it, like collateral. If its physical, its a matter on what it is. I rather not know, but knowing it might be drugs or the like could make it difficult. Illegal "movements" bring hindrances, which I don't have time for, or want in the first place. I am man of morals... twisted in some ways, not evil... No no no... People don't understand what evil can be.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2015 18:02:11 GMT -5
Gabriella would muse on the question, she had wasn't sure which the infor she wanted would come under. Rather then awnser the question she instead would just flat out ask for what she wanted instead.
"I need the name and address or numder someone in a gang. Anyone in the gang know as Riot."
Why did she want that, well it was a starting point. Something she could use no matter how small in order to snowball forward to greater infomation. That she could then use for her own devices and safty. She knew that in recent week she had made quite a few enemies or at least those who didn't like her.
"Can you pull that off?"
She asked wondering if he would be able to do so, if he could thoguh well she would steal as much as needed to pay for that sort of info. It would bring much greater welth in the long run anyway, if things went well.
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Post by Marcelis on Jan 26, 2015 22:26:11 GMT -5
.:OOC:. I'll be posting in third person, hope I don't confuse you. .:IC:. "Hmm, interesting."
**Marcelis spoke unconsciously. Of course he dealt with such a question before, but it seems like she was asking for such info for an entirely different reason. Mostly stalkers and very suspicious housewives, in that order. But this... this seems like the woman needed it for two reasons. One, protection from said someone, or find that person to hurt them. Part of a gang no less, probably the latter. But then again... Mars doesn't give a shit. Rather she takes this information and kill someone with it is no skin off his nose, he never want to know what people do with his skills. But one thing for certain, maybe by her tone... she sounds a bit desperate? He nodded lightly and rests his body on the wall nearest to first step on ascending staircase. He spoke in a light and confident tone. Even with a job like this, you have be confident, can't speak like its possible to fail... Failure means going minus and that sucks.
"Of course I can, that what I do. Now you going to have to level with me here. Is there a specific target? And do you need this at a certain time frame? I need to know what I am working with and what you may need... To whatever end you may seek."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2015 22:37:35 GMT -5
At the questions Gabriella thought long and hard. How exactly would make sense to track down in Riot. Why the leader on the attack at school. That was obvious. She didn't know how exactly, this guy would get such info nor did she much care. The point was she would get it.
"The leader of group who attacked the school, a few weeks back."
She would tell him. Next was the time frame, she didn't actually have any set time frame in mind. She never was one to plan that far ahead. It was simple.
"ASAP."
She added, if she could get the info. Well unlike other she would show now fear. She would go straight up to him for a talk, and if things went bad they went bad. If not then they could go oh so well.
"How much?"
She would ask bringing up the concept of price. While she had the couple hundred from today's swipe, if he asked for more she would have to take a seriously proactive approached to acquiring some cash and quick. No matter what it was. |
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Post by Marcelis on Jan 28, 2015 17:14:03 GMT -5
"Hmm. Hold for a second..."
**He put the phone down cause he heard someone coming. Heavy steps, and a clacking at the heel, sound like shoes. And those shoes sounded like they were moving more faster as the sounds got louder. Security, trying to make sure no one should be bullshitting in the halls. Well, Marcelis was out of class roaming the halls, and was without a certain pass. He would bet he would kicked out of the school, for until tomorrow. More so, having his cell on him didn't actually help much either. He went for the doors and ran down the corridor seeing one classroom unmanned and open. Maybe it was left open due the custodians to clean up half-way into the day, maybe, but good timing is always good. Sliding in there and closing the door behind him he ducked under the glass, trying to be as silent as possible waited for the shoes to clack and clack signaling his approach. He kept running past... not suspecting a thing, he keep on going. A small sigh released from his lips as he put the phone back up to his ear.
"Sorry about that. Soon as possible you say? Fine. And payment?"
**He thought to himself as he strolled to the teacher's chair. He grabbed the back of it and slid it out from the table and sat down, doing a 180 spin of the chair, he placed his feet on the table as leaned back to speak again.
"Well starting rate is 200, giving time table, total increases. Also sensitivity of the info also increases the total. Physical or digital lets me know if we even need to meet eye to eye. That is for your discretion of course."
**He looked up at the clock and smiled, he would believe classes would be going into mid-day. Lunch and such would be happening soon. Easy way to move around without the flashlight cops acting up. He looked outside for a second as the sun shined in from the clouds. A sign no less, things may start to look up from this job, own place, controlled life, new income... and chick to chat with, even if it is about business, ah yes to conclude that...
"You are looking at about 350, I tend to be generous. If this is your cell, don't call me. I'll call you if I have any updates. Deal?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2015 21:41:05 GMT -5
Don't call me, I'll call you very smart. She would have to make sure to keep this one of her sims in her phone. That would be annoying this wasn't her main number, so keeping it in would suck. At least it was the same one she gave to Knuckles.
"Fine 350, let me know as soon as you got anything. And lets keep things digital, no need to know who each other are."
With that she would unceremoniously hang up the phone. Put the phone back away, and then start to walk away, and head some where she could hide the money she had stolen just in case.
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Post by Marcelis on Jan 29, 2015 17:32:55 GMT -5
**The hang up was expected. She seem desperate, and in turn that is what made him curious. An attack of the school? Really? What gang would attack a school... in broad daylight? Maybe it was to look for someone? Maybe she was the one they are looking for? A lot of questions to be answered, and maybe he doesn't have to look so far to find them out. Maybe she would know what went down here since she was here before him. Cereza. She didn't know he was back yet since he hadn't contacted her yet or visited the gym. He should go pay her a visit, surprise her with a gift maybe? Yes, he also needed to get something for Sunshine. He always in enjoying trading with her. He laughed to himself as he heard the bells ring. He got up quickly went for the backdoor. He had to head to the other floors and drop off more cards. Many more clients are available.
"Riot gang, attacked the school a few weeks ago. I'll look into this gang... Maybe the 'family' would know something as well. But first, need to spread the word more."
**As the front door of the classroom opened his quickly silently sneaked out the backdoor, flowing himself into the stream of students going into the hallways. He was going more into the east wing, seeing a little dispute between to students. Fighting in the hallways already? He just got here, seem like a wailing babies than two guys yelling at each other. Walking by it, he chuckled as he went towards the nearest staircase.
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