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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.
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Post by Sage Honeysett on Oct 20, 2015 9:15:21 GMT -5
 Plushies Only the best, Only the greatest, Only love. It was a quiet day for Sage. He had nothing really to do this weekend, he didn't feel like doing what minimal homework there was. Cooking food was out of the question since last time his kitchen got quarantined. He could go out, but he really had nothing he needed to do, so it would be rather pointless. He sighed in boredom and came to the conclusion to organize his bedroom. Sage's bedroom was nothing special, but it had many plushies. Actually there were so many you couldn't see the floor. Making his way carefully to his bed, he'd scoop up the plushies and start to put them on shelves and on his bed. Soon enough there was a mountain and he wondered if he needed a bigger area for the plush. Well that would be something he could think of later. Sitting on the edge of his bed now he would send a text to Jack. "Wahhh!! I'm lonely... cuddles?" Sure Sage's text sounded needy, but wasn't that him? As he got up he felt the ground shake for some odd reason, maybe a neighbor downstairs was having a gathering. Well whatever it was, Sage was all okay, until the pile of plushies toppled on top of him. Buried in plush, poor Sage couldn't escape! And soon he was too warm and soft to care as he fell asleep |
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Oct 21, 2015 18:27:27 GMT -5
Jack would be sitting at the driver seat of the black sedan, the traffic of the New York streets annoying but not mattering too much as he didn't that much to do today. A cigarette casually hanging from his lips, the driver side window rolled down, so that smoke twirled in plumes, out the car rather then building up inside, Jack would just be enjoying the pointless ride.
Jack's eyes would drift from the road, as clipped to the dash board of the car, his phone ran. Expecting it to be his boss, Jack would continue to look at the screen as the words of the message popped up briefly to show what the the received text just said. Unless his boss, Mayhem had suddenly changed a hell of a lot, Jack knew exactly who the text came from by the wording alone. With a sigh, a smile and one last drag on the cigarette Jack would throw the thing out the window, before turning off the street he was on and change where he was going.
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A little while later, not that long in fact as Jack had only been a few minute away from his apartment having only just really gone out for a drive. Yes his apartment. Jack had basically taken in the small violent boy that was Sage, even setting him up with a room in his place. Why, well that was his own reason to keep, but it didn't matter.
Jack would cross the main room and open the door into Sage's, and take in the scene. "What on earth are you doing?" He would ask in a playful voice, and start to un-bury the boy from the mass plushie collection that had fallen upon him.
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Post by Sage Honeysett on Oct 21, 2015 18:40:32 GMT -5
Home is where the plush is, all the plush
Sage was waiting in the plush asleep. When he heard Jack walk in he woke up slowly and realized it was dark, then realized he was still under the plushies. He struggled to get out, but the more he moved, the more he would sink in the plush.
Though soon enough Jack would manage to get Sage out and Sage would crawl into Jack's lap and snuggle. "I was organizing plushies and making them in a nice plushie pile, but the ground made a funny noise and they all fell." He puffs out his cheeks angrily. "Meanie ground had to rumble..." He glares at the ground as if it had feelings, then he gets up and starts to organize the plushies again.
He was organizing the plushies by size and item, putting the people plushies in an area separate from the animals and separate from the item plushies. The plushies varied quite tremendously as there were plushies of food and even a plushie of a rock. As he organizes he starts to note that he was missing some plushies in the marshmallow plushie section, so they were probably somewhere in the place, but he could get them later.
When done he smiled and if Jack would let him, he would jump into his arms. "I missed you, I was going to make cupcakes, but there was no bleach..." |
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Oct 21, 2015 18:51:53 GMT -5
Jack would as normal, be amused by the Sage, playful attitude. Wondering what exactly he saw in having plushie version of anything the mind could conceive of. Did adding eyes, and a smile or just making something out of soft materials and making it more like a pillow truly make it that much more desirable. When Sage was done organising the plushies, Jack would indeed let him jump into his arms and cuddle. However his smile would drop briefly at Sage's mention of cooking, and what was missing.
"What have we said about the kitchen?"
Jack would ask in a stern voice, while at the same time ruffling Sage's hair so that he didn't find the harsh voice bad enough to spoil his playful mood and instead go on a pouting spree. But Jack had to say it, he couldn't keep affording Sage in the kitchen, the repairs would cause him to go bankrupt.
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Post by Sage Honeysett on Oct 21, 2015 19:07:19 GMT -5
Plushies Are the best things in the world
Sage puffed his cheeks again all angry, but it was cute. "Fine... I remember... No going in the kitchen or I'll be thrown out the window..." In Sage's mind, he didn't here the part about the window, just the words 'thrown out' He didn't want to be forgotten, so he had to make sure to be a good Sage!He huggled closely as he stared at Jack. "Can we get cupcakes then? I wanted something sweet..." With sparkle eyes he stared at Jack like a cute puppy. He wondered if Jack would have something he could do today since he was so board, but then Jack couldn't read minds. As he waited he grabbed some of the marshmallow plushies and attempted to stack them. His childlike personality seemed so different then when he got emotional, but it was a bit odd that he seemed so split up in the first place.
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