welcome
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.
Full Story Here.
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The best party ever. (OPEN)
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It's All Ogre
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Post by Dawn on Oct 21, 2015 12:15:31 GMT -5
Christa would have just finished preparing the nightclub for the best party 552 has ever seen, running around the bar and making sure all the drinks, and bartender were there and working. "Aw man, this is gonna be the best party everrrrr." Heading up to the DJ and giving him the thumbs up for starting music she'd run back out to the door and flip the sign to "Open." Also posting the entirety of her rules on the window next to the door. The rules list would read.
1. 552 students only.
2. For christs sake dont start anything. Or I will kick you out.
3. Have fun! Dont be that socially awkward person!
Christa would grin at the rules, "Perfect." Going into the main area she'd plop down on the couch and wait for friends, and not so friends to show.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Oct 21, 2015 13:49:46 GMT -5
Valo was in the nightclub as well, having helped Christa set everything up. No gadgets or tech or electronic wizardry, he did it all the old fashioned way, simply because he loved taking the time to do things with his girlfriend. It was the first time in a really long time that he was just himself, rather than a faction leader or a fighter, and he was excited to see how Christa's party played out.
Valo stood at the back end of the couch, leaning against it as he waited too.
"Fun little setup you got here." He said, talking over the DJ while he could. He would wait for things to settle a bit rather than going straight to the food. While nightclubs weren't his thing, he'd do his best for her.
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They say you win some and lose some, but all I'm doing is winning.
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Post by ♛Kira Etincelle♛ on Oct 22, 2015 15:23:29 GMT -5
i came to eat cotton candy
"Why hello there beautiful, Happy Birthday."
Kira Etincelle would step up to the birthday girl in question, holding a small envelope labled "Birthday Girl/Boy." Truth be told Kira had forgotten who's birthday it was. So he had just bought two movie passes and stuck them in an envelope. He'd turn to look towards Valo and give a sup nod.
"You look better with your helmet on."
The boy gave a cocky sideways glance at his leader. This was the first time he had actually been meeting any of them outside of... "work." He realized his "coworkers" might not have exactly recognized him with out his gear.
"Oh right. I'm the one with the red helmet, leather, and the pew-pews."
Kira smirked at Christa and Valo, making gun motions.
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Maybe I Should Cry For Help. Maybe I Should Kill Myself.
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Post by Liv Carole on Oct 22, 2015 15:45:08 GMT -5
Liv... was semi-wasted. Not trashed enough to be considered drunk from an outside perspective but enough to know that she might want to take the stairs slowly. Caution... That was a good word. While outwardly, Liv blinked lazily and shuffled down the sidewalk, hands buried in the pocket of her turquoise sweatshirt with the hood up to hide her bright hair, her eyes caught a white paper hanging on the window.
"Roores fur PHS students only?"
Liv snorted and then doubled over laughing. It was specifically stating have fun but she hadn't even walked in! She had not. Even. Walked. In. Liv laughed harder, eyes starting to water. How could she have more fun when it was this fun and the party was inside? Slowly her laughter trickled off, and Liv straightened up, pulling out a metal flask. Pure vodka trickled down her throat, but the girl couldn't even taste the burn anymore. Blearily she tried to look inside, but her balance didn't allow slight tilting or inconspicuous movement.
"Inside we goooo."
Giggling to herself, Liv pulled the door open, stumbling backwards with it when it came back easily. Composure. Get some composure. The girl stifled more laughter at the idea and turned her face into an inquiring look. Oh shit. Did she smell like alcohol. Where was her purse? Wait. Did she bring a purse? Liv looked around herself. Where did she just come from? Rubbing her forehead, the girl only remembered the strong smell of cigarette smoke and a lot of men. Digging in her pockets, Liv walked into the- unknown to her- Birthday room, counting the cash in her hands.
"-beautiful, Happy Birthday."
Liv froze. She wasn't good at birthday things. She thought this would be beer pong and then pick up men for cash in the side alleyway. Who the fuck invites delinquents to a birthday party at a nightclub? Summoning a cheery expression instead of the thoughtful one she used for counting her cash, Liv walked up to the girl with one present already, handing her at least two hundred dollars in twenties. Beaming at her, Liv enunciated all of her words as to not seem more trashed than she really was. Who the hell was she kidding? She was totally wasted.
"I'm Liv! You might not know me, but I came in because it's your birthday right? I brought some cash.. we don't know each other too well so I figured this would be best so you can get what you'd like." |
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Post by Izel Aislin MacBrady on Oct 22, 2015 16:26:21 GMT -5
Izel ran in the door and looked around her blue eyes scanning the area. Seeing very few people her face fell a little and let out a low whistle. She lazily walked around and brushed her bright pink hair out of her face. After wondering around for a bit she plopped down on the couch and gave the people around a grin. Winking at the girl next to her Izel was going to speak when a familiar face came in. Licking her lips a little and remembering the taste of the chocolate from that day in the park she smiled wickedly at Liv. Izel could tell that the girl was drunk and Izel was ready to have some fun.
"Hello there lil' Liv. Why don't you come sit down for a second and get better acquainted with the birthday girl over here, hm?"
As she spoke the bright pink haired girl patted her lap since she was sitting next to the birthday girl on the couch. |
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Post by Nylla on Oct 22, 2015 19:13:27 GMT -5
Nylla would walk up to the doors of the nightclub, and would stop dead in her track and stared at the sign. She would sit there and read the rules on the sign, feeling stupid for just actually reading the rules. "Ok so rule one, I'm good there. Rule two, I think I'm good not like I could do anything. Now rule thre---shit." Nylla would stand there frozen as she realized how socially awkward she was. She was brought back to the realization that she looked stupid just standing there, but she didn't want to go in and be weird. She would step of the stairs and walk in circles, without realizing it, she finally came to the conclusion that she should go in.
When Nylla walked into the club, she would try to hide herself to the best of her ability. She didn't want to be seen by anyone, nor did she want to see anyone. She would sit at the farthest table so she wouldn't have to deal with people. After a few minute, Nylla would start to mess with her trinkets out of boredom, then she would look up and softly smile at the people in the room, enjoying watching them enjoy themselves.
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