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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.
Full Story Here.
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「 Wolves In Sheep's Garb . 」
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"You're 100% right, I'm not a Princess. I'm a motherfucking Queen."
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Post by Rose Lockheart on Nov 29, 2015 18:29:15 GMT -5
'GIRL of Steel' Silence. That was all that could be heard next from Rose as she waved with her left, phone in hand, as she smiled toward Santana nonchalantly. He didn't scare her, but hey, she knew when to mind her own business. She would look above her to see Augus. With a smile she would give a simple wave and said, "Look who it is, hi, Augus," she responded. She would direct her attention back onto Santana as he spoke. |
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Post by AUGUS. on Nov 29, 2015 19:55:22 GMT -5
an interesting coincidence if there ever was one. It had been years and that saw one another. They stumbled upon each other during one of his father's deployment. Over there period of time they built a friendly report, nothing to write home about but definitely as good as things could get for the short time slotted to them. Their surprise meeting would resemble some form of serendipity, bumping into each other as quickly as their first encounter, hopefully this chance meeting would last a bit longer.
"How have you been my dear?" The question genuine though the delivery questionable considering his word choice, Rose would surely notice it whether she spoke on it or not. Augus would take a seat next to her, he had no intentions of imposing on her personal space, just a desire to see how the past had progressed so to say.
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Post by Lyric Richko on Nov 30, 2015 1:29:22 GMT -5
 He was in a backroom of the establishment, with a few monitors in front of him. His own surveillance system. Much more efficient and thorough than the one installed. What was Lyric doing in such a place anyways? Well today was a big day for his employer, so naturally he came to watch, record, and monitor. He was added security with a bird's eye view.
His assignment was simple, to make sure he got the tiny details of the scene his employer could review. Information including conversation habits and anything out of place. The eatery had many nooks and crannies and he managed to get them all. In addition he had a small mic which he could send information to Julez as needed.
His position wasn't far from the table. The backroom was rather close as the table was towards the back, but Lyric was safely hidden in there. With an added escape route ready, the young hacker shouldn't have a problem concerning his safety.
As he watched the conversation, things were starting to get heated up. This was where he excelled, analyzing, interpreting, and calling the best action. He placed his precious phone on the table as he took a mini marshmallow and popped it in his mouth. If anything was to arise, he would note it and act. After all, he already had information on the guests of his employer, so he had a vague understanding of their personalities. Maybe more so than they did themselves. ✞ ascension ✞ and friends |
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Post by LORE on Nov 30, 2015 5:19:59 GMT -5
Rude? Hiromasa had did little to nothing for his actions to be regarded rude— in fact, the display of emotions that presented itself "rude" in the eyes of Kouketsu, was what the foreigner deemed calm. Hiromasa simply disliked individuals that preferred to pussyfoot around rather than stomp their feet; this was not to say Santana was doing such; however, the male was taking his sweet time in explaining his true motives behind this meeting. Fancy gestures, showcasing of authority and riches had only prologued the inevitable, thus explaining the ivory haired boy's shockingly abrupt behavior. The air around the three (Kouketsu, Santana, Hiromasa) grew thick with anticipation as Santana soon broke the silence, his tone still preeminent; clearly Hiromasa's impatience had placed the necessary battery in the entrepreneur's back.
Green hues watched intimately at the fork and spoon before them while ears perked up in unison; his countenance however, remained as it did before— cold and unwavering. Each word that escaped Santana's lips was heard, each analogy he displayed with the utensils that danced to the tune of his fingers was understood; and yet, Hiromasa was left unstirred. It was only due to Rose's words from that fatal meeting in the lunchroom that stirred his emotions in ways he could not fathom. Was this what she had meant back then? The thought lingered in his mind as his eyes shifted to Rose's frame. Could we be the characters and tragedy she spoke of? Now it had all made sense to Hiromasa; the way she spoke about life and the people around her— they were the ones she was writing about.
"Kill me? There are a lot of things I fear Santana, and death isn't one of them."
Unlike these children playing anime, Hiromasa was indeed being true with his words. Life had placed the boy through so much turmoil that death at this point would be a gift, not a punishment.
His eyes were still set on Rose for the time being; but surely enough they would narrow in on Santana's almond hues.
"That was a rather sudden proposition; however, I can see myself standing by it. I'm curious though, what is that you have planned? Surely you can't expect me to follow a cause I know nothing about. And lastly, why pick me? Out of all these savages in 552, I am the least ferocious and rather read a book than deal with their nonsense."
If Santana wanted Hiromasa's attention, he had it completely in the palm of his hands.
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"What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets. Fuck outta' here."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Dec 6, 2015 17:37:24 GMT -5
"Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all. To me, death is a small thing to a giant. Because, when the end credits roll and I'm departing to the next life. My legacy and name will forever be engraved in history, and I hope you share my same sentiment, if only a little. So, in that regard, death isn't the end, but the beginning; the tip of the iceberg."
He bestowed upon the boy a subtle grin before seating more casually within the booth he claimed as his own. Juelz lived a life of ten thousand sins. Even if he lacked his confidence, he couldn't justify showing fear to the idea and realization of the end; death. Truth be told, he embraced the idea of it all just ending with him dead and spending the rest of entirety in darkness, alone, and only with his thoughts and regrets. When that time presented itself, he'd be ready to face that realization with an aura only Moore men are known to exhibit. So, until then, Juelz would just continue down his beaten path and build a legacy upon the bloody and limb covered foundation he forged for himself.
"You weren't picked. This meeting was foreseen long in advance. Believe me or not, but we were destined to meet and discuss. The decision is entirely up to you, however. I'm sitting here looking at you and I see something buried under your surface. A glimmering flicker of something great; something powerful. Individuals like you are a dime a dozen but like lambs to the slaughter you're easily disregarded without proper guidance. I want you to join me for one reason and one reason only. I need you."
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