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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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Trials of the King [Qi Unlock/GM]
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Post by Chris Lawrence on Oct 18, 2015 7:08:28 GMT -5
I AM THE KING
Rakeem was bathed in ceremonial salts and oils, as this was the day of his first official trial as Kgosi. He wore nothing but a cloth around his waist, and from head to toe he was covered in tribal paints. Symbols of strength, courage, and leadership trailed across his body, and as he stared down at them, he felt powerful. Complete. This was what he'd been working toward all his life... he was going to prove that he was worthy of the title of Kgosi. He trod into the cavern, barefoot, the wet stones feeling strangely comfortable under his foot. His fingers lined the walls as he walked, taking in the moisture. The blue orbs scanned the dark area, and his ears picked up the sound of running water from deeper within. Taking a minute to compose himself, the young Chosen proceeded deeper into the cavern. Rire-chan
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Post by Rire-chan on Oct 20, 2015 8:16:39 GMT -5
Within the damp cavern, there were sharp, jagged rocks that whispered of deprecation, and vows of unusual pain. Though immaculate and perfectly maintained, the cavern nevertheless presents a gloomy atmosphere. A carefully dusted skeleton lies in the corner with a little broom and dustpan resting suggestively in its hand. Black rats scrapped the rocks, but squeaked and scurried away they spotted another human.
While proceeding down the cavern, Rakeem would discover a young girl sitting there dutifully, with deathly pale skin and a mess of auburn hair, curling delicately and spilling like ripples about her shoulders. The young female was tiny, and inevitably so, as she fitted perfectly into the small hollow of the rock in the cavern.
"Hello, hello!" She sprang to her feet in childish delight, as her small body buried itself into his arms. With a loud giggle, she would reach up to tug at his hair. While doing so, the collar of the simple, ivory dress she was wearing would hitched down slightly, revealing the small, golden tattoo on her collar-bone. Her eyes remained ebullient, even after her smile was slightly muted.
"I'm thirsty." She whispered confidentially in his ear, as her voice rasped slightly, as if to prove her point.
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Post by Chris Lawrence on Oct 20, 2015 8:24:21 GMT -5
I AM THE KING
The sights unnerve Rakeem, yet he makes attempts to steel his resolve as he presses on through the cavern. Eventually, his eyes settle upon a figure, and at hearing her voice they glow a bright blue. He prepares to strike at what might possibly be an unknown threat - only to find out, who stands before him is a small child. His heart breaks as he considers the fact that few have come and gone from this place in months, years even, and he figures she must have gotten lost. "Hello!" he chirps gleefully in response, returning the girl's hug and allowing her to play with his mohawk as she pleases. He kneels beside her and smiles, attempting to observe the golden tattoo. As she speaks of thirst, he nods, placing a hand around her back and pointing out toward the entrance, where the light can barely be seen from here. "Head outside, little msichana. My people will gladly quench your thirst."Should the young girl heed his words, Rakeem would stare toward the hole she came from warily. Why was she here? Was there a purpose? He needed to find out, yet his hairs stood on end and his heart began to race at speeds he'd never known. Biting the bullet, he forced himself to press on, and see what lay in wait for him.
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Post by Rire-chan on Oct 22, 2015 5:18:57 GMT -5
"No," The young girl dimpled, as she fixated her odd sea-green eyes on him. "I'm thirsty." She frowned, and repeated herself, before she tugged on his Mohawk once more, her eyes luminous even in the darkened cave.
Clamping her small, damp hand on his, she bit down on his neck viciously and smiled, despite her body insistently displaying a contradiction of fear, through her whimpers, and wary trembling. Her lips were unusually crimson, and a psychotic hatred of fatality was residing on her face, completed with her porcelain skin.
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Post by Chris Lawrence on Oct 22, 2015 5:23:20 GMT -5
I AM THE KING
To say he was expecting such a thing would be a lie. The girl's teeth sunk into his neck and his eyes widened in shock and pain. This could not be - he'd thought himself to be put in situations in which he was to help people, save lives, and defeat chaotic entities which plagued his people. But he could not have been more wrong. He was not to save this small child. No. She was his trial. Rakeem's fingers would force the girl's mandible downward before he would push her away, while simultaneously pulling himself from her. Holding up his painted hands, he looked toward her with frenzied, worried, and pleading eyes. This was not what he wanted. "You must stop this, child!"
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Post by Rire-chan on Oct 22, 2015 5:46:26 GMT -5
Letting out an infuriated shriek, she would charge at him, as swiftly as her tiny legs could allow. Her face would be inherently alive with malice, shining through, much like an utterly blinding spotlight. Picking up a boulder that was half her size, she displayed a surprising amount of strength as she launched viciously at him, all too determined to maim.
Reaching him, she would slam it as harshly as possible into his face, while she wrapped her arms determinedly around his neck, feeling the soft pulse of a human, gently beating away for her, as her scarlet lips parted to reveal a set of gleaming ivory canine teeth.
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Post by Chris Lawrence on Oct 22, 2015 5:54:20 GMT -5
I AM THE KING
Rakeem had not been expecting the child to be so monstrously powerful. If it were possible for his eyes to widen any further, they would have done so, and he stepped back in a combination of shock and awe. This could not be possible. He would be forced to fight a... a child?! What kind of trial were these gods to put him through?! "I told you to stop!" he shouted, a sphere of temporal energy forming within his palm. As the girl stepped toward him, he leaped backward and launched it toward the girl's side, aimed to miss her completely. If she continued her advance, he would reel it in from behind like a boomerang to smash into her leg from the back, bringing it out from under her and sending her to the floor. If this was doable, Rakeem would then proceed to restrain the girl as best as possible. He had no desire to hurt a young girl.
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Post by Rire-chan on Oct 22, 2015 7:42:09 GMT -5
She straightened up, and backed away with a favonian grace, allowing a small quiver of her lips to show. However, a sound thudded and slammed, before resonating threateningly. Every interstice separating them was glaringly apparently, every hitched breath was painfully blatant.
"He's here." Her lips quivered even more, as she cried out in pain, as the sphere of energy dug mercilessly into her back. Falling forward, her hand would reach out for Rakeem, and with pleading eyes, she would mourn. Blood dripped out of her eyes, being the manifestation of tears that a being of her could manage after expanding her everlasting efforts on such. It was futile, and the ragged look swirling in the depth of her eyes would silently surface.
Trying to reach out for Rakeem, she would attempt to cling weakly to his ankle, petrified.
The thud grew louder, and behind her, a small hole in the cave would reticently cast it's presence among them, before a thin man, with a pleasant smile, and a dignified aura appeared, with a veneer of pleasantry and niceness. His shock of dark hair flopped over his equally dark eyes, as he disregarded the young girl.
Smiling wider, he waited.
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Post by Chris Lawrence on Oct 22, 2015 7:48:25 GMT -5
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As the woman reached for his ankle, he was petrified. Her cold hand gripped his naked skin and he grit his teeth upon contact, forced to look away from the wretched sight of crimson tears. "Please," he whimpered, completely unsure of what she meant by "he's here" at first. He wanted this to end as soon as it began, only it hadn't. It had yet to end. It was getting worse by the second. He had taken the life of a young girl, her blood was falling down her face, and he was responsible. At the loud thud, Rakeem was forced to look past the girl's body to the "pleasant" man, his exasperation showing clearly in his eyes. His mandible trembled for a moment, his skin shook awfully, and then he stood to his feet, forming that same orb of temporal energy and flinging it toward the newcomer. Rakeem figured this man here was to blame for this little girl's involvement, and he was to pay for it. "You MONSTER!"
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Post by Rire-chan on Oct 23, 2015 8:44:18 GMT -5
The man's eyes widened, as he staggered back involuntarily. Staring at Rakeem in pure, unadulterated shock, his lips tilted up into a hint of a smile, as he gently touch the young girl's hair. Hefting her up to his side, he pulled her carefully against him before turning around to address Rakeem.
"Often," He said, his pleasant voice steadily dropping to a serious, baritone one. "As leaders grow, they would demand for themselves to be stronger. In compensation, they allow their hearts to harden. They became berserkers, beings that lack reason, compassion and respect. Their fists fly quickly, their heads hardened swiftly. Advance on, Rakeem. But one word of advice: Never, ever lose your kindness. When the world falters, and all of us falls, it’s kindness, and only kindness that keeps us going.”
The man raised his hand, and a hole in the rocks melted, revealing a hole. He walked into the hole with the young girl, as he paused for a few seconds, seemingly deliberating something.
“Bye bye!” The young girl giggled and waved, as the two disappeared.
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