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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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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2015 16:22:34 GMT -5
Phoebe yawned and shoved herself into a sitting position, gently brushing the grit of sleep from the inside corners of her eyes. It was November first.
And the teen had fallen asleep in her costume from the night before. She had handed out candy in it, and then attended a dance hosted by one of her friends...came back home, and crashed on the couch. She had been smart enough, however, to put breakfast on in the crock pot overnight...and the smell of breakfast wafting through the air made her stomach rumble. Licking her lips, she padded into the kitchen on silent feet to start a pot of coffee.
Then, her will weak...she snatched up two mini O'Henry bars from the bowl of leftover candy and munched on one, savouring the chocolately goodness that was the bar of almost-caramel and peanuts, which happened to be a poor life choice... But still! It's not like she ate candy before breakfast every day!
The perking sound of coffee greeted her ears and Bee closed her eyes with a sleepy smile, leaning against the counter, slightly hip-shot.
"Mmm~"
Oh it was so good~ It really hit her sweet spot.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Nov 2, 2015 16:41:12 GMT -5
"Tss. Tss. Hup hup. Tss."
The sounds of Aaron hitting the bag, the grunts he made from the punches and kicks. He hadn't attended any of the Halloween festivities. He left Biron as the one to follow Bee and take her places. To keep an eye on the girl. He had stayed home, attempting to reconstruct his form. He'd been at the bag almost twelve hours now, taking a two hour nap in between before going at it again. He had to stay in shape, and if people like Knuckles were able to put themselves on a higher plane than him...
He hit the bag again and then paused, the scent of coffee and food, as well as the hum of his sister causing him to pause in his sweat soaked stupor. He silently made his way upstairs, stopping in the kitching and cocking an eyebrow both at what she was wearing and at what was in her hand.
"You are going to spoil your appetite."
He would stare at her and smirk if she turned around.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2015 17:03:58 GMT -5
Bee had been faintly aware of the sounds of training downstairs, but hadn't felt the need to investigate just yet. First she wanted to wake from her sleepy stupor and...well, probably change and wash her makeup off. That was a rarity in itself, not to mention the look of tanned skin with a hint of bronze, and smokey eyes framing those emerald orbs of hers...
But then, Bee had taken months of painstaking preparation, along with several YouTube tutorials, to achieve the look. And she was entirely satisfied with it—
"Yipe!"
Aaron's voice caused an immediate and surprised reaction as Bee spun around, sputtering a bit. She calmed down quickly enough and took a deep breath or two as her countenance eased back to partial-lidded sleepiness. Bee cleared her throat and swallowed the bite she had been working on, giving a soft chuckle.
"Maybe...if I didn't feel like a bottomless pit this morning..~?"
She took a look over her elder brother...and offered the rare candy mini chocolate bar still in its wrapper out to him.
"...did you stop to rest at all, Aaron..?"
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Nov 2, 2015 20:22:57 GMT -5
Aaron cleared his throat at her question, taking the candy with a little smile on his face. He glanced up at her.
"A couple hours."
He bit into the candy, something he rarely if ever ate simply for it's massive sugar elements....and let out a little moan. Fuck, this stuff was good. He would walk over behind her, taking in the deep smell of coffee and sighed. There was a time, just a year ago, he'd have killed for a bite of candy and the smell of coffee. He would lean against the counter and look down at what he held in his hand.
"You know, they didn't really have candy over seas. Some sweet bread and other things but....candy, peanuts, caramel....I missed it the most."
He would grin over at her.
"Food wise, I mean. Obviously you guys meant more to me than a snickers."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2015 20:37:52 GMT -5
Level up!
Bee smiled a little as Aaron unwrapped the bar...and full-on grinned at his reaction. Her cheeks hurt a little; a testament to how few and far between her full-blown smiles and grins were over the past three quarters of a year. She hadn't, in all her time with him since he came back...seen Aaron actually eat any type of candy or chocolate. So when he sidled up behind her to take a whiff of the coffee, she turned her head and twisted a little to pat his cheek.
And then listen with rapt attention as he spoke...
Phoebe frowned a little a moment, but was drawn out of it by his light-hearted words, to which she gave a small giggle to.
"Good! For a second there, I was concerned I might have to torture you by never letting you see another candy or chocolate bar again~"
She turned, though, and gave him a hug, feeling the sudden weight of 'what if he hadn't come home...or come home in a casket' settle on her shoulders. It was, however, alleviated by her hugging him. With a sigh, she let go, and moved to snag a few cups from the cupboard!
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Nov 2, 2015 20:50:23 GMT -5
Aaron would grin and hug her back, taking a deep breath- he was exhausted from his workout. Still....he would chuckle aloud and point with his chin at the coffee as she went to get cups.
"Once you're done here, we should head down and get a few blows in. Could be fun."
They hadn't trained together in a long time so....why not?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2015 21:27:57 GMT -5
Phoebe lowered herself back onto her feet after stretching up high for the coffee mugs. Not normally something they had, but...it would be a nice day for it. It was looking gloomy outside, after all.
Bee turned back and passed Aaron the extra mug, and responded as she doctored the coffee.
"Okay. Guess that means before breakfast, though?"
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Nov 3, 2015 18:04:51 GMT -5
He would nod.
"Probably best, considering throwing up during a fight isn't fun. Trust me, I've been there but...for different reasons."
He would look away from her, his smile fading a little as he took a bite of the candy and would shift away from her, giving her room to work on the good, black stuff. He didn't want to talk about the images that flashed in his head from time to time, or the fact that his counseling had finally ended. He cleared his throat and would let her pour him a drink before taking a long swig and sighing.
"We need to toughen you up- Allen has swept by you at this point."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2015 19:01:05 GMT -5
Bee took a sip of the coffee blend she swirled with a spoon, hiding the touch of a frown on her lips...but it didn't do a thing for the furrow to her brow, or her expressive eyes. She set the mug down, leaving the spoon inside as she poured his and handed it to him. She blinked a little.
"Well, throwing up in training in general isn't fun..." She reached out and palmed his shoulder, giving a comforting yet concerned squeeze. Before she could ask about it, however, he flipped forward to a subject that was entirely true. "...you're right. He has, hasn't he?"
There was pride in her voice, yet still an undertone of concern laced her words. She was proud of Allen but worried for him all the same. And being outclassed meant - in her eyes - that she wasn't being a good enough role model for Allen, who always looked up to her. Her brows drew together as she picked up her glass, having turned away to pluck the ceramic container from the counter. Her heart gave a stuttered jerk that she breathed through.
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