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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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~Cirque Du Wonder~ [Big Top] [Invites]
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Oct 22, 2015 22:53:14 GMT -5
'People see what they want
to see. And in most cases,
what they are told to see'
The Night Circus "When the tombs crack open and witches take flight.
We'll gather in the desolate dark of night.
Come join in the revelry ,
Do not dare to be late else woe,
misfortune shall be your fate."
--- A pair; male and female; spoke in unison at the entry way to the oddly enormous Big Top of Cirque Du Wonder. The circus had sprung out of nowhere with the shortest amount of warning. One moment this huge lot was nothing but a baron place and suddenly as if almost overnight it was a festive district. Lively music played throughout the grand affair surrounding the area in an upbeat mood. Like a typical circus the large lot was filled with various carnival games and rides. A huge ferris wheel spun gently round and round with a little special highlight that included at random, two of the enclosed carts would slide and swing out briefly from the left and right centers. Gave it a little extra thrill. The scents of popcorn, hot dogs, cotton candy, all that carnival food goodness filled the night air. Carnival games lied randomly about. Halloween esque dressed performers and workers roamed the huge lot giving little frights to patrons.
--- Circus goers dressed like asked the day the fliers were handed out to dress to impress, meaning come in a costume but it wasn't hard to tell which from what. Cirque Du Wonder was vibrant yet kept with that eerie Halloween theme. Balloon animals. Lions and tigers and bears oh my! Ghost and ghouls. Zombies and witches. The night was young and full of zest. The mysterious circus had garnished mass of attention from it's short noticed announcement but that was all it needed. This circus was completely fashioned from the ground up by a particular shadow group. No one knew these operations where at the hands of the ever mysterious Wonderland. The myths, the wildcards. The ones that stalked the shadows for years yet remained a force not to be trifled with. Tonight they would show their presence a bit more than they have before. Tonight those who hadn't believed would be believers.
--- At the center of his massive lot was the infamous Big Top.The male and female mask wearers that spoke their little rhyme at the entrance of the big top had split apart and opened the respective flaps allowing the patrons to stroll inside and take their seats. The place was massive indeed, much bigger than the normal ones. The entire place seemed to be as though it was raised off the ground just a bit. As the audience shuffled in music was playing from the speakers as a small light performance was taking place in the center ring. A few ladies in vibrant costumes dancing along to the beat. A mild entertainment before the real show of course as the "Ring Master" was not present to lead the ongoing's.
[Ooc: For now you are currently able to post twice in this round, but twice only. Our goal is really 24 hrs and we're moving on but don't fret we are giving 48 hours at the most still. But if all participants post within the day things will try to be moved then. For now I hope you all enjoy. Further instructions later to come ^_^.]
[@teufel, Jude Liang,Kouketsu, Ira Defaire, Shouyo Li, Even Blackwood]
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Post by Jude Liang on Oct 23, 2015 10:23:16 GMT -5
Halloween was clearly around the corner, as the theme had even spread to the grandiose circus that had suddenly sprung up in the neighborhood. Jude was impressed. There were all types of food and games for the large crowd to enjoy. The centerpiece was the aptly named Big Top that loomed over the area. Since the flyer had requested attendees to come in costume, Jude had dug through the thrift shop to assemble an outfit that hearkened to the days of ancient China. In this spooky setting, he could probably pass as an oriental exorcist. Jude did feel considerably more noble in this garb. Maybe it was in his ancestral genes, or maybe it was just the comfortable silk speaking. Indeed, the range of movement that the costume provided was much more than one would expect. Jude found this out when he tried his hand at a 'Knock the Milk Bottles Over' type carnival game. His throws were on target, but unfortunately, the bottles were just too heavy--no giant stuffed animal for Jude. He mumbled something about rigged games and decided to cheer himself up by getting some popcorn. Jude was busy keeping his outfit away from the sticky hands of children running around when he heard the announcement: "Do not dare to be late else woe, misfortune shall be your fate." Talk about ominous, Jude thought. Admittedly, it was an effective way to get the audience into their seats so that the show could begin. With a bag of popcorn in hand, Jude held his robe so that it wouldn't drag on the ground and made his way into the Big Top. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2015 16:27:57 GMT -5
Teufel was so estastic from all the happy scents and nostalgic memories he kept on bumping into people around him. Dressed up like a devil, meaning painting his antlers a mixture of red and purple, and he was dressed in fancy cosplay. only without his leg bandages, indirectly showing off his massive amounts of stitches on his legs.
Buying some popcorn and tapping to the beat of the music, he looked at all the attractions, games, and dancers. 'C'mon Teufel, talk to people, make some friends' he thought as he strolled along.
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Post by Shouyo Li on Oct 24, 2015 7:00:59 GMT -5
A costume? All the closets in the world couldn't have a costume to make Shouyo look even half decent. At most all of the people would laugh at him. He wasn't the type to be putting in such effort for something like this. Any other occasion he would go in his normal attire. But the flyer did say wear one. And if he showed up just the way it was he would probably stand out too much. From the back of his closet laid a dusty old suit. That and an old gas mask to top it off some red contacts/ Together they did somehow fit well together, a half decent enough costume for the night that was to come.
Making his way into the the crowd he seemed to be more formal than frightening. But the others who did far better than he did in terms of garment was a sight to be seen. Halloween was only a week away but it seemed to come a little early in the shape of a circus. The main show seemed to be at the center. Following the music he made his way into the big top, to see what awaits. Music blared around with small performances in the center. He took a seat in the back and watched quietly.
"Wonderland seems to come in all shapes and sizes it seems...."
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Post by Kouketsu on Oct 26, 2015 20:48:56 GMT -5
Dante stayed true to his heritage and decided to put together an outfit of his own. It wasn't necessarily a costume since he wore the outfit sometimes but he thought it could prove useful this night. He wore a pinstripe suit and a godfather hat to go along. To anyone that knew about gangs this would be a familiar site. The Italian Mob was known to many people in the United States, most notably in Chicago. There would be no Tommy Gun to go along however. The boy took a look in a funny mirror and chuckled.
"How fitting."
The boy would enter the Big Top and decided to stand for the duration of the event instead of sit down. He was a restless individual.
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Post by Even Blackwood on Oct 26, 2015 21:17:23 GMT -5
Even walked into the circus area and looked around in awe.She smoothed the vest she was wearing, she had dressed as a well a bartender.Her long red hair was pulled in to a bun and her bangs poofed to give the allusion of a male haircut, he wore a clean white shirt with black bow tie and vest.Her strong toned legs were clad in a pair of tight leather pants, and on her feet a pair of black dress shoes.She walked around the area enjoying the music and smells,she watched as group of girls looked at her and blushed, she sighed and walked on.She didn't have to most feminine physique but still she did look like a boy. "Well maybe it will come in handy..."she said quietly.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 27, 2015 8:20:19 GMT -5
She eyed the circus warily then, and she would do it repeatedly, until she could resist the overwhelming urge to chew nervously on her fingernails and preferably set two cats on fire. Sweating profusely under her costume, the said girl reticently heaved her scalpel to her internal pockets, and blithely dragged her extra-large-flamingo-pink-with-a-twist-a-magenta bunny that perched innocently on her head, and not-so-innocently slapped several by passers due to it's size.
"I'm going to name you Rude Tubby." She mused, and laughed to herself when she recalled the other Rude person.
...Yeah, she forgot his name again.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Nov 7, 2015 16:10:15 GMT -5
[Ooc: Apologies about all the delays. Shouldn't be anymore willingly.]
Ooc note: The Red Queen dressed in her 'disguise' with mask. Her hair in disguise is pure white with the ends being a dark red going down into black.
--- The grandeur of the circus blossomed steadily yet the fun hadn't truly begun. However the fun might be more one sided considering what was soon to come. The Big Top was the one attraction of the night that hadn't been open for the most part until now. Oddly enough between the Hatter and Cheshire they predicted that odds of the signal more than likely occurring around a particular time due to the Hatter's constant additions in her Duck Pond game happening elsewhere. Meanwhile all were filing in the dancer's continued there will jazzy show. Some helpers of the show ushered people to seats. A girl in a half mask walked over to Teufel an offered a seemingly warming smile.
"How would you like a front row seat? Come on. I like the horns."
--- She would slip behind him and push him along still she found him a spot in the front row. Afterwards she'd offer another smile and tell him to 'enjoy the show' as she walked away and went back to her duties. At a particular point in the tune the lights flickered off. The music vanished. It was all momentary as a combustion ignited at the center of the ring. The lights still remained off leaving the only illumination to be the flames. This medium wall of fire didn't seem so ordinary as within it flames appeared to depict a woman dancing.
--- Music kicked in around the same time as lights turned on spotlighting the high wire performer. His balance and grace seemed so effortless but suddenly he looked like he was going to fall. Becoming shaky as two people on either side of him flew through the air, but due to the most of the darkness no one would immediately know until more lights shined on the trapeze artist that performed right near him. They weren't close enough to touch him however the small gust their zipping by created made for an added risk if not distraction especially with the occasional noises they made. Was it forgotten to mention he was blind? Oh and there was no netting beneath him. The high wire act gathered himself and backtracked his steps, reaching the platform from whence he came he situated himself on a unicycle began his death defying feat. One of the acrobats flipped from one person and aimed to grab the other coming in but the timing was off and he fell looking frantic. Most of the crowd gasp not knowing that the trapeze artist had a net. The light shinned once he was closer to hitting the ground showing off the netting as he bounced off it, back up making a silly gesture as he was caught by a follower performer swinging by. The fall was deliberate to get a rise.
--- The fire was not forgotten in this mix as it soon quickly disbursed and a gypsy woman would appear still dancing. Others soon quickly followed joining her. Out of the sky ribbon dancers tumbled down looking like they were falling till they stopped short do to their excellence in control and mastery of their craft. The crowd continued to eat it all up. In the midst of all the showmanship a few people were selected from the audience and brought to the center. The blind man on the unicycle up high wavered a few times but ultimately made it safely across. The music once again seized and the lights returned. The gypsy woman approached the chosen six from the crowd with a smile. Her voice could be heard through the mic that was setup on her. A thick Romanian accent dripped from her lips.
"Welcome welcome to Cirque Du Wonder.. You lovelies how would you like to be hypnotized?"
--- Once they agreed after a few murmurs and one or two not believing. The nameless gypsy continued removing a crystal that dangled on a string from her pocket. In front of each of them she waved it and chanted in an different language. Each of them hung their heads low falling into a sleep. Before she was able to show off how it worked she heard something over her comm.
['The rabbit has been spotted']
--- The mic would not pick up her next chanting words that she spoke in each of their ears before backing away, snapping her fingers to awaken the folks.
"You may return to your seats. We'll check back with you later."
--- As they were ushered away for hopefully the final time the lights cut out once more. Something could be felt passing through them ever so quickly almost like a spirit or a pulse. It did no harm. Caused no pain. The sound of thunder rumbled in the atmosphere. The lights crackled across the skyline of the Big Top mimicking the likes of lightning. Smoke bellowed from beneath the risen ground of the center ring. It moved fairly quickly throughout the arena. It all appeared apart of the theatrics. Music again filled the room the illumination danced along to the tune as if in sync with it. A form of complete synergy. From the center of the stage a hole opened and guided up a woman sitting on a throne. The Red Queen of Wonderland - not that anyone knew who she was exactly just yet. The stage seemed to run red literally, it's coloring altering from it's sandy coloring to a deep rich blood red. All the noise came to a halt while the lights cascaded over everyone in a dim shine. The Red Queen smirked as she arisen from her throne taking a few steps forward.
"Greetings. Welcome to the Queen's court. My word is law and you will be judged. "
--- As she spoke a man came out from behind dragging another by the hair. The man he dragged was begging and pleading, squirming within the masked individuals grip. He pulled the pitiful soul to his knees and held blade to his neck. The man continued his worthless whining and cried as the Red Queen continued.
"You don't want to end up like this worthless piece of filth.. His sins are not something I deem rectifiable. Crossing the Queen simply means off with your head."
--- It was like a signal to the masked man whose blade's edge looked like it shinned as he went and loped the man's head off. Correction. He sliced the man from the middle of his face with the heated blade. The body went limp as this killer held the severed head by the hair. The blade was hot enough to cauterize so not much blood if any was split. There was a twisted grin on the Red Queen's face as naturally panic ensued. It was very clear it was not part of a show. Many that tried to flee would find themselves meeting pain at the exits for a unseen field had been generated. It was known as an active denial system and it cause a strong burning sensation. There was no getting passed it because the pain would be far too excruciating. Many were finding out the hard way. Along the risen stage were soldiers lined up in a circumference. The Red Queen with a smug look just motioned back to her to sit upon her throne for now. Give or take in about five minutes the people would start to feel a little tainted. Like something wasn't quiet right.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 22:39:52 GMT -5
TeufeL nodded his head politely and held his still warm popcorn snuggly. when they got to their destination at the front, Teufel smiled and waved, but not before saying thank you, and beaming at the horn compliment. Looking around at all the movement, people, and all the motion, but not to mention the dancing fire. All the warmth plus the movement of the fire began to make Teufel squirm with anticipation and joy. He began to wiggle around in his seat excitedly in a similar manner just like how a puppy gets excited when it's owner comes home from work
When the high rope act began Teufel munched his popcorn happily and watched with wide eyes. it seemed like he never blinked at all through each act and performance, and his popcorn was seemingly endless as well. but before Teufel could give his final applause the strange pulse reached him and he gave a shudder as it passed through him.
Then the royal woman came out. Teufel's eyes sparkled with wonder and curiosity. He leaned forward and watched the act, and then when the man came with the other man by the hair. Almost falling out of his seat, Teufel had his eyes glued onto the spotlighted area. And when the head came off, Teufel never blinked once in his still childish wonder. he had gotten so used to horrible gory images pooping up whenever something happened at the school it all seemed so natural now. Because of his wheelchair situation, he couldn't exactly move out of the building, so he just sat there in the from row, now considerably more empty, and watched with a mix of fear, wonder, and still a somewhat childish stupid innocence. and don't forget the popcorn.
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Post by Jude Liang on Nov 9, 2015 16:34:16 GMT -5
Jude sat and stared wide-eyed at the spectacles that were presented to the audience. He wasn't sure whether to be concerned for the safety of the performers or delighted by the virtuosic acts. The crowd was loving it, that was for sure.
It would have been a more enjoyable experience for Jude if the person sitting to his left (Ira) wasn't carrying some sort of oversized stuff animal. The plush toy repeatedly got into Jude's face, tickling him unpleasantly and obscuring his view. Jude only grumbled and tried to focus on the show. He'd switch seats if there was an intermission later on.
Of course, the further development of the situation made Jude's first world problems seem trivial at best. Any circus where a man is beheaded is, well, not a circus. Jude was speechless at the so-called Queen's display of power. At this point, any attempt to escape or fight would probably be futile. So he would remain in his seat and hope that others wouldn't be too foolish.
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Post by Shouyo Li on Nov 9, 2015 21:47:22 GMT -5
The music cued for the show to finally begin. Shouyo sat straight looking up at the high rise performer. He gulped just thinking about the height he was at. As he began walking Shouyo's chest tightened. He was felt fear for him. Not just because of walking and the amount of distractions that went around him. But the audiences eyes on him, the pressure of everyone watching seemed to be scarier to Shouyo than actually falling the height. As the trapeze performers swung around him things got more tense. It was only the first act and yet the circus was already setting the bar high. Well than again it was a big top. If they went easy no body would be amazed. As the man fell he took everyone's breathes with him. But of course it was just a humorous laugh.
Gypsy dancers and ribbon dancers all around capturing the audience's gaze and mind with such charm and grace. Even Shouyo's eyes sparkled at the acts. Just by sitting in the back quietly he got a good view at everything that went on. Something about the volunteer's and the gypsy's whispers bothered him. Maybe he was just nervous at the thought of being the center of attention like that so he pushed the thought back. For soon, what seemed to be the main act arrived.
It really was wonderland in fact. A hole in the ground, the music and a beautiful red queen. Somehow she didn't fit with the image of a regular circus but everything here took a notch up. But soon those eerie feelings came back. For a man dressed like a executioners came from the shadows with a victim around hid hands. Shoyou slowly rose from his seat, tense. The screams were too real. This couldn't be an act he thought. And he was right. The blood the scream, they were all far too real. Panic ensued all over the audience.
Shouyo got swept away by the crowd because he was so close to the exit and was slightly pushed against the field. His shoulder grazed against it, now burning he grunted a little in pain and ran forward toward the front to get away from the crowd. He looked at his injury than at the red queen. Who's smile never seemed to crack.
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Post by AceTheKidd on Nov 16, 2015 13:23:40 GMT -5
A night of outragous festivities was something Shiro had been looking forward to since his encounter with the random couple from that faithful night in the park. After hours of surfing the internet Shiro was able to find the perfect outfit. A black trench coat with straps descending from his neck to his chest. A sleek and shiny vest made from the blackest material in the world. Long black pants and black dress shoes which left a a shadowy melting imprint of his foot overtime he stepped. And a half mask which made him even more ominous.
Driving up to the park in his All black Lamborghini Aventador he pulled over to marvel at the different costumes and works of art people pulled out for this night specifically. "Dress to impress and Kill the night right?" Shiro would say as he tossed the keys to his personal valet and entered the park.
Creatures, ghouls, and fiends alike dressed to the T. Wondering through the park the big top tent revealed it self and people poured in. Sliding in using the cover of the masses as a way to enter unnoticed Shiro would take a seat in the front.
The spectacles of tight rope walking and tumbling stirred a sense of nostalgia in his heart. As the energy whizzed past Shiro the hairs on the back of his neck stood completely up. ~What was that?~ He said to himself as he stoned his nerves and prepared for the worst.
A man was brought to the center and a woman being ushered in by her loyal subject announces her reign as the queen and no one was to double cross her. The mans head lops in two and he knew this was gonna be an even more exciting night. A twisted smile would grow across his face and his hands clasped his mouth shut as he tried to hide his magical laughing and trying not to draw attention to himself. He knew there'd be no escape in a place like this so the feeling patrons made him laugh even harder.
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Post by Colton Cavalier "Leo" on Dec 5, 2015 17:50:27 GMT -5
When nothing goes right… I’ll go left.  A circus-type gig. Not necessarily Leo’s type of gig, but he took it. He certainly didn’t want to, no. He’d much rather be at home, reading a manga or comic book. That’s where he was most comfortable. But in a circus? A place where (Possibly) hundreds of people gathered and had fun? Hell no. There had to of been some supernatural force, some miracle that urged Leo to go to this. That supernatural force was Blake, his apartment roommate. Over the past couple of months, Blake had been trying to help Leo overcome his overwhelming anxiety. He had somehow convinced Leo that facing your problem head on would solve it. That being said, he was bribing Leo to go to all sorts of events and festivals that he normally would avoid like the plague, once such event being this ‘Cirque Du Wonder’.
Like the scumbag that he occasionally was, Blake did not attend the Circus, no. He had far too many of his own ‘dates’ to give light to. Instead, Leo went alone. Blake had informed him that most, if not everyone was going to dress up to go to this shindig, and that he’d better acquire a costume of his own as well. He did not.
There was no way in hell Leo was gonna dress himself up to go to an event that he didn’t want to be at in the first place. He wore his normal attire; Plain white t-shirt, his beefed up black fur coat, tight blue skinny jeans, and his usual boots.
He wandered the circus grounds for what seemed like endless hours, trying his best to steer clear of any large crowds. Everything was going smoothly. He hadn’t talked to anyone, and barely even looked at anyone. That was until some guy in a weird costume pat his back, holding his hand out to direct Leo towards a massive tent in the center of the lot. He tried his best to somehow tell this guy that he wanted no part in this, but the flooding crowd eventually overcame his strong will, forcefully funneling him inside.
In less than five minutes, Leo had found himself seated among a large crowd, facing a small stage. This was like his ultimate nightmare. It was very evident, from the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, to the reddening of his cheeks, that he did not want to be there. He clenched his fists tightly and closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. He just had to pretend like this was school, and he was at some assembly. That’s all he had to-..
A loud, feminine voice pierced his eardrums like a sword. He jumped up in his seat, glancing around the crowd. He had passed out. He didn’t know for how long. All he knew is that it couldn’t have been too lengthy, as the ‘Big Top’ was still going on. The stage had washed over into a deep crimson as a tall, white-haired woman stood in the center. There was quite the extravagent throne behind her. There was a confident smirk plastered to her face as she stood at the edge of the platform.
All it took were words from between her lips, and a burly men emerged from behind her, dragging another individual by the hair on his head. The man being dragged struggled, imploring the masked individual for his life to be spared. He was aggresively jerked to his knees, the masked man holding a rather sharp blade to his neck. The lady spoke again. To Leo, she was just going on about some weird rubbish that he normally heard in old-time middle-age-type movies.
As if on queu, the masked man pulled the blade across kneeling man’s throat, quite literally lobbing his cranium off. Most of the crowd gasped, some of the women screaming, some of the children crying. Chaos had ensued. Leo sat back in his chair, watching as what appeared to be soldiers lined the stage. The lady, who seemed to be in charge of all of this, sat back down in her throne.
Meanwhile, Leo couldn’t move. His face was distorted into an amalgamation of expressions. His mind had just been thrown into a blank slate. He had no idea what the hell to do, or think, even. This happened so fast that his brain just was not processesing any of it.
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