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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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I don't put the napkin in my lap when I eat, because I trust myself.
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Post by Rire-chan on Nov 4, 2015 19:04:36 GMT -5
 Rounds will move every 24 hours, unless all rpers posted before the deadline. If you did not post within 24 hours, and did not PM this account to ask for an extension, it will be assumed that the worse case scenario has befallen you. - - - players: 10 females: 7 spectators (male): 3
- - - 1941. China. 1:00:09 amThe three of them were in the dark in regard to each other They did not speak, they did not bow, they were not acquainted; they saw each other. Their footsteps were light, and neither of them were remotely willing to pull off their hood and reveal their faces. Each of them carried a small vial, and each vial was full of golden liquid. 1944. China. 1:27:46 amThe war ravaged their home and left bitter regrets dwelling in the edges of their heart. They met up once more, treading through years of blood, pain and yearning. They were leading two groups silently. The first group consisted of Ira, Naotora, Zoe, Paige and Bianca. The second group consisted of Cedric, Rin and Knuckles. The group were obligated to follow. They could not take any action against the three, hooded figures, for they felt inexplicably weakened. They could not think clearly. Their hands were bound by an invisible force from behind, and their mouths were gagged by something unseen. Within minutes, they were led before a House of Mirrors in an amusement park. By then, Ira, Naotora, Zoe, Paige and Bianca would be on the verge of collapsing, but Cedric, Rin and Knuckles would be perfectly fine. The bonds holding their hands would vanished mysteriously. The door of the House of Mirrors would open, and Ira, Naotora, Zoe, Paige and Bianca would be shoved in violently, with yet another unseen force, before the door slammed shut threateningly. "Welcome." A soft voice spoke, reverberating in and out of the house of mirrors. 1:28:46 am
Christa and Even will finally wake up, and both would find themselves tangled in the same net that suspended from the ceiling. The room they are contained in was full of mirrors, placed in odd positions. The dim light cast in the room allowed them to see the mirrors. The net that suspended them were spun out of gold, and their hands were clasped with the other. No one else was present. |
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Post by Naotora Kyoya on Nov 6, 2015 7:17:20 GMT -5
 We were the fire on the moonlit skies Naotora followed silently, though occasionally she would let out a whimper as she continued to trudge forward. Her energy escaped her and she felt much weaker than she ever had in her entire life, and there was no reason behind it. At least, none that she could explain. Had the journey really been so long? She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of worry. This would likely only get much worse if she let herself overthink. Once shoved into the house of mirrors, Naotora stumbled forward and fell to the floor, letting out a groan of a mixture of pain and exhaustion. Weakly, she pushed off of the ground into a standing position before looking around the room. The voice rang out, startling her, and she whirled around in a frenzy. "Hello?!" she cried, hoping to find the source of the voice. |
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I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction. I'm right where I should be. Don't try and fix me..
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Post by "Knuckles" on Nov 6, 2015 8:05:44 GMT -5
Knuckles wasn't sure at all what the hell happened. His hazel hues glanced around groggily, his arms locked behind his back as he found himself moving within a group. Knuckles noticed Cedric, but when he tried to speak, he could not.
He felt drained, too weak to fight against his 'restraints'. So he simply followed along until the group approached a rather strange building. A large portion of the group would be forced to separate and Knuckles soon realized it was only Cedric and an unknown person with him now. He would try and speak again, this time he managed.
"Yo, Ced... Any idea what the hell is going on?"
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Post by Cedric Kenelm on Nov 6, 2015 8:23:49 GMT -5
Cedric had recovered from whatever those hooded fucks had done to him and was ready to murder whichever hooded douche he could find but was surprised to find that instead of some dark room with enemies but instead was just in a room with a couple other students and a view into what looked like some kinda mirror labyrinth with a bunch of girls shoved into it.
After a couple moments of looking around Knuckles spoke up causing Cedric to turn to him "Nope not a damn fucking clue, but whatever it is it's fucking creepy" he said motioning towards the girls.
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Post by Paige Weaver on Nov 6, 2015 8:44:34 GMT -5
Paige would look around in a small daze "Where the hell are we..."Paige would mutter as she dropped onto her right knee to rest a little "Are you guys alright?.."Paige would look at the group for a moment before looking at the door that they where shoved though "Can I break that door open..."Paige would begin to think as she waited for the group to speak.
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Hi ho! Hi ho! It's off to work we go!
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Nov 6, 2015 9:02:33 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | This is why you shouldn't take candy from strangers.... Last thing he knew, he was sitting on the park, but right now, it's nothing near to a park. "What the hell..." He'd stare at the three other men he was together with inside the area. He knew one, which was Cedric, but he had no idea who the other two were, and this other guy probably knows Cedric as they were already talking to each other.
He remembered having a snicker bar somewhere on one of his pockets, so he dug in and searched for it. "Where the fuck... Someone took my snickers..." He'd whisper to himself. "Someone took my goddamn snicker bar!" He exclaimed, knowing for sure that must have been one of those hooded shits that took it. He showed a disgruntled look on his face before taking one last search on his pockets. Moving on, he'd look at the view of the girls, then he'd look back at the other men he's with, asking them a question they're probably asking themselves. "Why the hell are we here? Is some sort of Satanic ritual taking place?" He'd ask curiously, still mad about his snicker bar.
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Post by Zoe on Nov 6, 2015 11:31:42 GMT -5
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Everything felt strange. Her mind was clouded and confusing- something the girl was not use to. She had always been sharp and tactical, but now, all the girl could do was follow along the trio that lead them. At first, she had pulled against the invisible force and tried to shout, but she could barely muster the strength to walk let alone rebel.
When they were led through the amusement park and to the House of Mirrors, a chill ran down her spine. As the group was freed, Zoe reached up to rub her wrists. However, before she could do anything else, a violent force would push her through the doors before slamming them behind her.
Zoe landed in a stupor on the dusty ground. She slowly moved to prop herself up to her knees before sitting there and rubbing the sides of her head. She had to try and clear her head. The girl sat there and massaged her temples in silence as the others spoke.
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Post by yu on Nov 7, 2015 1:03:23 GMT -5
"What the fuu..."
Scratching the back of his head lightly, Rin was so confused in what he was doing in his fuqing area. How did he get here?? Rin would examine the area around him and see wtf is going on...
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Let's sleep through the end of this world.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Nov 11, 2015 22:35:24 GMT -5
Ira clamped her hand over her mouth, and struggled against the bonds, before falling onto the floor. The cold surface was positively icy against her flushed face, as she scrambled up again. She limped forward weakly. Her vision was blurred and all she could do was to desperately guess her surroundings.
'Fucking-" She muttered, as her knees went weak once more.
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