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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.
Full Story Here.
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Stay Trippy [Lexington and Ira]
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I'm a killer, like Rambo.
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Post by Lexington on Oct 20, 2015 22:34:02 GMT -5
Lexington walked up to the bar and nightclub, it was a Halloween themed night and most people were getting in because of fake ID's and rather poor effort by the security personnel to even check ID. For tonight, Lexington decided he was going to be Jimi Hendrix, wearing a purple bandana, red velvet bell bottoms and loose white dress shirt. Lexington walked up to the security guard and gave him a fist bump and a pat on the back before walking in. Moving past the bar and into the bathrooms on the other side, Lexington pulled his bandana down over his face, he pulled out a tab of acid and he popped the slip on his tongue. Re-rolling his bandana, he turned around and observed the rest of the bathroom, he closed his eyes and counted to twenty-five. "twenty two, three, four... five.." Lexington opened his eyes and looked around the bathroom. "Huh, guess I've managed to build up a tolerance" Wiping the sweat from off of his face, Lexington turned to walk out of the door and back into the bar. "Whoa.." Everything was now wonky, the DJ looked like the fresh prince of bel-air, the dance floor looked like squished neon colored peeps sliding across the ground. The people were moving in slow motion, or they were moving really fast.. Hard to tell since there were multiples of everyone. Lexington took two steps and then he went deaf, out of nowhere 'Foxy Lady' by Jimi Hendrix started to blast in the young man's head. He started bobbing and weaving through the very short dance floor until he made it to the bar. When he got to the bar he sat halfway on a bar stool, the bartender came over and asked Lexington "Hey there, what can I get you tonight?" to which Lexington replied "I'M TIRED OF WASTING ALL OF MY PRECIOUS TIME.." He took a brief pause and stamped his foot on the ground several times while he pretended to play air guitar "YOU'VE GOT TO BE ALL MINE, ALL MINE YOU FOXY LADY" He exclaimed as he slammed his hands on the bar transitioning into playing the bongos, although bongos aren't in 'Foxy Lady'
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Lightning Gang
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 21, 2015 8:58:56 GMT -5
Ira picked her way reticently to the man that slammed his hands unceremoniously on the table, her eyebrows furrowed.
Neon lights flew about anxiously, as some shone, albeit rather glaringly into her eyes. She blinked away the gray spots that danced about in her vision, and patted her face a few times to ensure that she was utterly sane, and that the man banging the table passionately, was in fact, not an ontological apparition that had manifested itself to give her a trial that belonged to a fairy tail. Leaning forward, she smiled again.
"I have always enjoyed drums." She said conversationally across the table, dimpling at him while he did. "However, I would agree that drums, fine man and wine tend to go best together." She flirted excessively.
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Post by Lexington on Oct 22, 2015 9:41:58 GMT -5
Lexington continued banging on the bar table then he stopped and stared at his hand. Quickly he began sweating bullets. Everything was heating up and wet and sticky and the drugs were seriously not helping. "Theres a wicked mushroom on my hand" Suddenly, Lexington was hit with another wave of energy and he resumed banging on the table like he never stopped. Then a voice pierced through the air the moment the DJ changed the song. The handicapped teen turned to the voice and his eyes met a woman who.. well she kinda looked like Mila Kunis when she was in That 70's show. As she spoke to him, he began to smile at her and a blank gaze overtook his face, without a second thought the man hopped up onto the table and steadily walked over to her, he reached down to grab a beer bottle and he began to sing into it while he made eye contact with her. "I SEE YOU! DOWN ON THE SCEEEENE" Then he crouched down and got real close to her "Yo Foxayy" Then he stood back up and sung into the bottle "YOU MAKE ME WANNA GET UP AND SCREAAAAAM" Lexington ripped his shirt open and did that really loud "OOOOHHH" yell that Carlton does in that one episode of fresh prince of bel-air. Following this short escapade Lexington dropped the beer bottle and stared the female directly in the eyes. "HERE I COME LADY!" He hopped down and jumped into her lap and continued to sing "IVE MADE UP MY MIND YEAAAAH AN IM UH.. TIRED OF WASTIN MY PRECIOUS TIME" By now the DJ completely stopped the music and pulled out an electric guitar from behind the turntable stand and began to play a solo. Some people are starting to clap their hands to the lyrics because Foxy Lady is a pretty well known song.
OOC: R.I.P Jimi Hendrix!
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Let's sleep through the end of this world.
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❝ Iconoclast ❞
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Post by Ira Defaire on Nov 8, 2015 20:10:05 GMT -5
Ira's lips tilted up slightly, and her left eye twitched. She didn't quite know what to say to the dark-haired man that brashly slammed himself forward, and begin singing rather loudly.
Within seconds, she burst out laughing hysterically. He was ridiculous, she thought between giggles. She could, quite literally, pounce on him and attempt to shred his face into pieces, and he would not have any memories of that when morning dawned.
Staring at a corner of the bar, her smile curved up into a wicked grin. She leaned forward, to the bar table right behind the place she settled herself in, and snatched a glass of vodka. Whirling the vodka in the glass, she playfully splashed it onto his face, without much of a change in her facial expression.
"I suppose you enjoy this too?" She said conversationally.
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Post by Lexington on Nov 9, 2015 8:50:00 GMT -5
Still in the woman's lap, the male began to bounce up and down on her. Really letting her feel the passion, he whipped his left arm out and continued to shout and carry on. He felt her shifting around, but paid no mind to it, then he brought his attention back over to her, she was giggling like a villain and proceeded to throw a shot of vodka into his face. This of course should have been funny in the least, but no. Our protagonist has been tripping all night! Of course not everything can go peachy, Lexington immediately hopped up from the shot to the face. To the female it was just a simply flash of vodka to the face, flirtatious? Possibly! Downright evil? More than maybe! To Lexington, it felt like the first crash of an incoming tsunami! "OH NOOOOO TSUNAMI!!! SOUND THE ALARMS" Most of the people closest to the two would wonder what the hell he was talking about, but they tried to go with it for the most part, being at a bar most of the patrons are probably inebriated or fucked up in some type of way. Lexington panicked for a second before looking back at the lady, who in his head still looked like Mila Kunis. "O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!" He said as he quoted Walt Whitman "The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting! TALLY HO MY COMPANION!" Out of panic he took off sprinting towards the bathroom, forcing people out of his way like a train without brakes. Easily clearing a path to the bathroom, he proceeds to kick down the door and hop onto the sink counter top, he crouches down and looks out the door towards the female. "GET OUT OF THE WATER! THE TSUNAMI AND SHARKS WILL GET YA" He shouted out to the mystery female as he took his bandana off and waved it like a banner.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Nov 19, 2015 5:47:43 GMT -5
Bursting into another small bout of laughter, Ira wrapped her arms around Lexington's waist, giggling madly as the guy shamelessly bounced on her lap. Her face was unbearable flushed, and she felt intoxicated. Those are the consequence of the alcohol she had consumed, but she wasn't remotely regretful of such.
As he gets up, she clung on insistently to his waist, and muttered a few incoherent words. Her sight begin spinning about before her, and she buried her face into his side.
Her ears begin ringing when he screeched about a tsunami, and her head blatantly snapped upwards in alarm. Her legs uselessly hit others as he ran, past the crowd of gaping faces and she finally released him when she registered the door faltering to the floor, thanks to his kick.
However, as she laid dazedly on the floor, she leap up once more, when she heard the warning of a tsunami. Running and hopping straight onto the sink counter, she proceeded to curl up in a fetal position and begin incoherently screaming about how she did not eat curry buns on her trip to heaven.
"HEAVEN'S GATE WON'T OPEN FOR ME." She sobbed loudly.
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Post by Lexington on Nov 23, 2015 1:39:25 GMT -5
Lexington looked around in a dazed panic, his face was flush red and his eyes were beat. The supplement was beginning to work its way out of his system, but he still felt powerful effects from it. Every time Ira looked over to him, his vision of her changed, first it was a cat with an upside down cross on its head, then a computer screen, then it turned into Lexington's face, then it turned back to her face. Which to Lexington, still kind of looked like Mila Kunis. He reached over with his left hand and started swatted the air in her direction, then he paused and he smacked himself in the face trying to get over what was going on through his mind. In his mind Dave Chappelles voice clicked in as his conscious. " Okay... Calm down Lexi boy. This is what drugs do to you, you're fine..Just grab the girl and run." Quickly he shook his head out of disbelief " Grab the girl and run?!" Then the Dave voice replied " YEA MAN GRAB THAT BITCH AND GET TO A PARTAY AND GET SCHWIFTAY" Lexington panicked and followed what the voice said. " Lady! We gotta get outta here, theres a party where we can get schwifty!" He turned his back towards the lady and slumped her onto his back, then he took off running out of the club and up the street. Our heroes ended up here: Stay Trippy 2 |
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