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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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Back Right Where I Started... Kinda ( ROSE )
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Post by Musashi Hattori on Nov 25, 2015 2:50:15 GMT -5
 [subjects: Rose Lockheart ] [tags: the lion; the firelord; the beginning] "I leave for a few minutes and everything I work to build goes to waste before I even get it moving... Sigh, these damn kids... What will I ever do with them.... Well, probably nothing now..."
The Hattori spoke, practically answering his own question as he sat at the park on top of a large rock that sat in front of a man made lake. Not to many people knew about this spot, at least from his knowledge. Typically he went to the park located in the city, but after hearing everything that happen he wanted to go back to the spot where everything started from here once he started going to 552. It wasn't too long ago he was standing in this very spot, just a kid looking to prove himself in a school he knew nothing about. Most probably view this kind of goal as being childish, but he felt he had to show his late father and his brother that he was more than just some sensitive kid.
During his earlier years at 552 the Hattori ran into a plethora of issues. Apparently being a good student wasn't something to be proud of among most of the student body and that landed him into a lot of pointless fights. Lots of which he lost in the beginning because of his non willingness to fight others. After his freshman year he knew things had to change. He trained a lot harder than the usual, but at the end of the day it was still wasn't enough. And once again he remained under the schools radar. This lead he and his brother who also ended up joining him at 552 back to Japan. From there he begin to start getting a feel to what he was going to have to do accomplish his goals. This ultimately lead to the creation to the Titans.....
"Which on a technicality is nothing more just a one man person."
The Hattori thought once more to himself shaking his head, not even wanting to continue to the ever boring story going on through his head. Apparently the invitation that he and his brother decline to accept from Leon was accepted anyways by his lower ranking members. This ultimately would leave his name offcially tarnished in shame. Funny, the gang that he was in charge of ended up being ruined by everyone but the person who made it. Alex was a confused kid who honestly has no idea what he was doing, and of course out of all the other people to show up was Yvette. Who wasn't the strongest, but showed up anyways. She wasn't anything more than just a damsel in distress, and the fact that he didn't show up just made things worst. "No one told those idiots to show.. Man I swear.."
He couldn't deny that he felt a little embarrassed about what happened, but at least he could take away the fact that he had grown into a more formidable person. However, he did have to admit his brother was right. While his heart made his strong, it was also one of the reason why he failed to have success. If he wanted to grow as a elite fight, no, an elite person he would have to take a different route. Perhaps the route that he and his brother was inevitably born into without question. "I dare not even to think that... But what else is there to do now..." To the average person talking to ones self was definitely something not to be taken seriously, but in a place where you were alone there was nothing to fear. "I guess I'm just going to go with the flow of things, and maybe somewhere along the way I'll figure it----" The Hattori paused for a moment as he heard some footsteps traveling through the woods behind him prompting him to turn his body halfway before facing back toward the lake. If it were something dangerous he'd just handle things accordingly. Until then he would just sit on his big rock letting himself become lost in his thoughts.
"Sigh... What now...."
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Post by Rose Lockheart on Nov 26, 2015 0:25:15 GMT -5
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"Hah~♥"
she tittered. A scent coursing ever so sweetly through the wind, a rose petal flourishing path as it passes the charcoal hair colored man. Vanilla colored her hair was, the scent intoxicating the air as the aroma brought even the grassy field to life. She stood behind the man wearing, from top to bottom, the following: She sported first a denim, short-sleeved, jean jacket where the bottom half could be seen tied together in a knot. Underneath said denim jacket was a black colored, floral printed, strapless dress. But that wasn't all that was left as lastly, for footwear, she donned a pair black, three-inch heeled, ankle boots. The woman with voluptuous blonde hair and pink, rose scented colored lips could be seen standing on top of a log, right heel planted and left footing tipped, a coy smile danced across her face as she eyed the figure before her. With her phone in her right hand underneath the left of her forearm, she would lift the left of her back palm to rest underneath her chin. "You're cute," she said with a playful chortle. Jumping off of the log an landing ever so gracefully on her right footing, she spun around in a circle only to place both of her hands behind her back an asked the male, standing ten feet behind him, "I'm pretty sure I've seen you around school before, I think your names..." she paused to think for a moment, "...Sushi?" and bellowed a laughter. She knew his name wasn't Sushi, but it was funny. She held her stomach as she left and spoke once more, "I'm sorry, I'm just kidding. You're Musashi," she spoke placing one hand upon her hip. "Haven't seen you around school for quite sometime, Su-Su," she said, deploying a nickname for the young male. |
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Post by Musashi Hattori on Nov 26, 2015 2:07:17 GMT -5
[subjects: Rose Lockheart ] [tags: the lion; the firelord; the beginning] "Didn't know anyone else knew about this spot."
The Hattori spoke to himself reaching his right hand over across his forehead. It seemed like every time he found a spot he felt he could call home when times were rough there was always someone else who figured it out, but perhaps this time it would be different. At least he hoped so. Musashi took it upon himself to not say anything else, and would instead just try to get a feel of what the girl was like without having to turn around to look at her. He could smell the sweet aroma that covered her body, and he could hear every foot step she took. Her patterns enticed him. For a moment he thought that she would be a lot like the red haired girl he met at the carnival, but this girl gave off a different vibe.
One that could leave anyone falling flat on their asses for making any kind of dumb assumptions. He could tell by the way she carried her movements that she was probably once of those stereo typically good looking woman, and there was absolutely no problem with that. However, he did wonder why a girl like herself would be doing wondering around a place like this. Even more interesting was the fact that she attended the same school as he. "Hmmm.... Sushi their calling me right?" He spoke softy releasing his right hand from over his warm and smooth forehead while staring at his reflection into the lake. "Sigh... Oh well, I dont care." He mumbled quietly to himself before the girl finally called him out by his real name. "Ah, so people still do know who I am... Thats a relief." The Hattori spoke once more in a soft and sarcastic tone.
Hopefully the girl couldn't hear what he was saying, but he was sure that she probably could. It wouldn't matter, he knew that she probable already made her mind up on what she thought of him or wanted to do. "Su-su, I like that.. Its new.." Musashi finally turned around to face the rare beauty and unique looking girl. He didn't know what was different about him, but it seemed like the stronger he got the more woman he attracted. Well not to say that she wanted him or anything, but he knew there was a time where girls like herself never spoke to him. "Yeah, I've been doing a lot of thinking... Training... Ya'know, boring asian stuff...I don't know honestly... I haven't felt the need to come back... Its not like I can't face what happen, nah nah, thats not it. Its something else." The Hattori spoke turning his back to the female once more.
"Maybe its purpose I lack now."
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Post by Rose Lockheart on Nov 26, 2015 2:25:26 GMT -5
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"Purpose?"
she repeated. Rose would let out yet another giggle. "Purpose is something that finds you, you don't find it," she said, "Don't get all doom and gloom on me, Su-Su. Honestly, I don't know much about you to even care all that much for your decisions or life choices." Rose scooted her way past the man to get a little closer view of the lake before them, holding her phone up, back facing the lake, as she readied to take a snapshot of the view before her. "Pretty," she murmured softly. "You've lost your way, and you need to find it." she said, "Allow me to be your guardian angel and help you find your way, Su-kun!" She spoke with an honorific added on the end of his nickname that she had given him, spinning on her left heel and placing her left palm upon the top of her heart. "My name is Rose Lockheart, and I've heard some swell things about you, but that's not why I'm here. I'm here more or so for personal matters rather than...business matters," she stated bashfully. "But before we get into that, tell me, what brought you back?" A gust of wind could be felt surging through the air. A cool breeze bellowing within the wind as her hair danced ever so gracefully through the air, her golden strands glistening with a sheen of brightness to it. Her dress maneuvered only slightly as she held it down with her right hand while she used her left to keep her hair from blowing within her view. Her body forward, ten feet from the man once more, she awaited for her question to be replied to. Her eyes would narrow with interest of the young man's response. |
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Post by Musashi Hattori on Nov 26, 2015 13:30:59 GMT -5
[subjects: Rose Lockheart ] [tags: the lion; the firelord; the beginning] "It's funny you say that... If you care not, then why speak on the matter? Hmm."
Musashi watched closely from his peripherals as the girl scooted passed him so that she could get a better view of the lake. The reason she was here made him curious. Surely he couldn't be the only one that was going through some kind of personal struggle. He could tell that their was perhaps something on her mind as well. I mean something would have to be for her to be in a dangerous place like this one. She didn't look like the fighting type, but he was sure that if she went to 552 that she probably had to be one. Either way there was a mystery at hand, and since he had nothing better to do at the moment he figured this might be the perfect time to figure things out.
A smile crept on the face of the Hattori as the woman asked him if she could be his guardian angel. So much for not really caring about his life decisions right? Musashi didn't know what she was getting at, but he only felt positive vibes from the girl so why not? "Hmmmm, I don't see why not.... You don't seem like your a serial killer." He spoke shrugging his shoulders with a grin on his face. Obviously this was probably a unrealistic event being bestowed upon him. He barely knew this girl and yet he was accepting an invitation into no mans lands, no, no woman's land, but perhaps this was the kind of spontaneous event he needed to happen. Maybe this could show him the light at the end of the tunnel, or get him into trouble. One or the other at least.
"Nice to meet you Rose. That's a pretty name by the way."
He spoke before she went on to say that she was here for personal matter which definitely made sense in regard to why she would be in a place like this one. He wondered what a girl like herself could be going through. She seemed like she was knowledgeable and she was obviously beautiful. She in no way reminded him of Yvette so surely she wasn't some damsel in distress either. Hopefully she'd stick around long enough to answer some question he had for her, but he knew in order to get that he'd have to do the same for her. "I... Uhh..." The Hattori tried speaking for a moment, but it was if as the gust of wind that was blowing passed them was trying to speak to him. Bringing his optics to face the flower dressed beauty standing close by. Her grace was like an inspiration, and through that he'd find the strength to finally speak his mind.
"I guess its because in some way I actually cared about my life in that school, but somewhere along the way I realized that pretty boy was right." He'd say speaking in regard to one of his buddies Santana. "This place has nothing to really offer because its being ran by a bunch of dumb kids trying to be anime characters, and like a dumb ass I was trying to be down with them.. So I guess to answer your question I came back to build a real path for my life. Something that has some sort of merit... I guess thats a fancy way of saying it. Maybe I just still want to destroy those factions, but I guess this time its not about getting their seal of approval... Hell I dont know, I probably sound stupid dont I?" Musashi spoke chuckling before facing away from Rose and staring at his reflection in the lake.
"I hope I at least made some kind of sense."
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Post by Rose Lockheart on Nov 26, 2015 16:07:35 GMT -5
'GIRL of Steel' She giggled. The laughter of a child swayed the aromatic air that screamed with the scent of roses. Her smile, effervescent as it correlated to the words he spoke. The thought of him calling her a serial killer was hilarious––amusing rather! She blushed as her lips curved with amusement from the mans words. Yes, she wasn't a serial killer, but an assassin––well, ex-assassin anyways. He wasn't too far off from her though! But those days are behind her now, gone like the wind. She worked for Santana now, and that was all that mattered. Rose listened as he spoke his mind. A mind that held a lot to say, he had now piqued her interest as she wondered, could he have been the one? She blushed at the words that spewed from his mouth, the thoughts that he held upon his mind finally free from the cage that he kept them within. It made her blood raise with not excitement, but joy rather. She would wander her way over toward the young males side, positioning herself back to back with the fellow right after. She leaned upon him, eyes closed, hair softly covering the sight that had been taken away from with a shut of her eyelids. Rose continued to listen, her mind open and ready to rebuttal his thoughts with her own. "Daijoubu," she spoke within his native tongue. "What you speak of isn't nonsense nor stupidity..." she paused, "but beauty," said Rose. She would turn around, her frontal now upon the man's back, breast softly affixed upon him. Coiling her arms around the man's neck as she would whisper within his ear sweet nothings, "There's another side of you that's begging to be released, begging for you to listen to him," she murmured. "You're lost, and that's okay...all you need is someone to help light the way for you, not an angel, and not even a devil." Her arms continued to coil around the man's neck as she gave him a light hug, a hug that wasn't meant to be in anyway sexually, but motherly. "Life is too boring, and those "anime" children, you so speak of are simply trying to become the main character, and where there is a main character there's a..." she paused, allowing the man to caress her words before continuing, "...a major character," she droned. "If they want to be the main character so badly, why not just become the major character? The Pillars, the factions, organizations that carry out meaningless ideals, all pertaining to a sin one after the other." Rose spoke. Her eyes drifted elsewhere, boredom consuming her gaze before she spoke once more, "Life's so boring, factions are boring, why not make it fun by trying to rid the world of meaningless factions, take the title of Pillars and show them that it's all meaningless...first the school...then the heavy hitters," Rose chuckled. She would release her hold upon the man, turning her body around once again as they were now back-to-back. She didn't care much for anything, but this man piqued her interest. Would this man be the hero or the villain of a beautiful story she planned to create? |
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Post by Musashi Hattori on Nov 26, 2015 17:09:19 GMT -5
[subjects: Rose Lockheart ] [tags: the lion; the firelord; the beginning] "Of course."
The Hattori muttered as softly ass he could as she begin to giggle at what he said. He figured that he sounded ridiculous. Apart of him cared about her laughter before realizing that even if she thought he was a fool it wouldn't matter anyways. After all his gang practically stabbed themselves in the back and now they were probably the joke of the school. All he could do was stare at his reflection in the water in front of him. It was his fault anyways right? Perhaps having his brother running everything from the start would have worked. Maybe he was too soft. These were just some of the things that lingered through his clouded mind. After staring at himself long enough, in disgust the Hattori simply closed his eyes from what he felt was from the rest of the world.
Musashi's eyes widen after he felt slight bump to his backside. What could she possibly want now? The last thing Musashi wanted was for the blonde haired beauty to feel bad for him. There was no worst feeling in the world than just that. 'Daijoubu.' A smirk appeared on Musashi's face realizing he practically wasted his thoughts for the past minute assuming what she was probably going to think of him. 'I should probably get out of my feelings huh' Musashi lips spoke without making any sounds as he sort of resting his head back against hers. The sweet aroma she carried, her soft tone, the positive vibe she gave him was quite comforting. Even in a time like this. Maybe talking to strangers wasn't so bad after all.
He wanted to respond to what she was saying, but he just couldn't find the words to do so. It was almost as if she could relate to everything that he was feeling. Taking comfort from a stranger isn't cheating right? The Hattori begin to ask himself. Every time she spoke he became more and more curious about what kind of person she was. No, that would be a lie. He wasn't curious about anything. Right now he was nothing more than a lost man looking for comfort, hope, and everything that he felt could be right with his world. And somehow he was getting all that from a person he just met only a few seconds ago. He couldn't help but feeling long he was wrong for doing so, but no real harm was being done right?
He questioned as the girl turned her body over to where the front of her body was now facing toward him. Her arms reaching around his tense neck, the soft touch of her breast pressing against his stressed back. All the Hattori could do was embrace every single second of that moment. What is this woman doing to me? Why? Does it even matter right now? He questioned once more as she continued to grace him with more words of encouragement. There was something different about this embrace. It wasn't like she was trying to seduce him. Nah, it had more of a different feel to it. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was like a blend of the touch of a mother, and a lover, and then something else. Either way it didn't matter, what she was saying. What she was doing. It was all helping.
"You must be Jean Grey or something. Its as if you took everything I've ever thought of the school, and made sense out of it."
The Hattori spoke as he continued to think over all the amazing words that had just come from out of her mouth. She was so intelligent, and at the moment she just seemed to have all the answers. It was as if she was just stalking him and knew everything about him, but at the same time didn't. It was probably just that god like woman's intuition. "But who exactly in the school could I find that could possibly share those same interest... I mean, do you share those same feelings?" Of course she did. She obviously didn't say that for her own health right? The Hattori questioned, his eyes widening with life as she released herself from him and turned her back toward his. It was as if for a moment he was in a dream, except it was all real.
"That was probably a silly question...."
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Post by Rose Lockheart on Nov 28, 2015 1:40:18 GMT -5
'GIRL of Steel' "Me? Jean Grey?" she giggled at such a thought. If she were an all powerful telepath then it wouldn't be too hard to get what she wanted already. The more she thought about it though, could what this man had said next truly been something of common interest? No. It wasn't. Rose would let a light sigh, thinking about as to how she would respond to the man's question. Turning her head to the side for a bit to look at Musashi with her peripheral vision, she said, "Sharing an interest with me is like biting into the forbidden apple..." Rose paused for a moment before continuing, "it's dangerous." She stood up, her back now off of the man's on. Turning around to gaze at the back of his head before she continued to speak; although, she was big on deciding whom was a success and whom was a failure, she couldn't deem this man either or. It was up to him to show just how much of he is willing to prove he is a success rather than a failure, so could what she were about to do next worth his time? "There's someone I want you to meet, Musashi." she called. "You may know him, you may not, but...with his help, you might just be able to discover your purpose." A smile coiled upon her face as she spoke to the man about Santana. Before saying his name, she wondered what sort of reaction or result would this unlock about the boy? Would he be willing to take a road of no return or would this be a new chapter for him to start? Only he could show her. "My friend, Santana, he would take much interest not only in you, but your power. Your ideals," said Rose, "Would you be willing to not only play with a God, but upon his territory?" His next answered relied heavily on the next decision. Whether he accepted or not, there was always a backup plan for when one dealt with Rose Lockheart. |
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Post by Musashi Hattori on Nov 29, 2015 12:52:14 GMT -5
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It was the world that Musashi knew all to well. Not a lot of people that knew that he grew up in a household in which his father worked for the major Chinese gang known as the Triad. He was practically trained from birth to understand the ways of this 'danger' she spoke of. Even though when he was a kid he didn't enjoy all the struggles and hard work of his fathers lifestyles as he grew he begin to understand it just a little bit more, and perhaps that was the reason why he wanted to create a gang. It was his own way of getting close with his father who sort of looked down on him for sharing the emotions that he got from being spoiled by his mom. Not that he didn't love him, but now he understood why his father had such a heavy emphases on his training and why his mother was okay with it despite how much trouble he and his brother got into because of it.
"Maybe this 'danger' you speak of is exactly what I need."
He spoke softly in a calm voice as he continued to look at his reflection in the water. He wondered where she was going to go with this conversation. If she was typical like most of the other kids in the school this was probably going to lead to a fight, but she was different. She had way to much class, and he knew for a fact that despite how intelligent he was that there was no way he could read her accurately. He waited patiently for her to continue speaking because he knew there was more to what she had already just said.
A person you want me to meet.
He didn't know the girl to well at all, but he could already hear it in her voice how much respect she had for the person that she was about to bring up. He thought of all the stereotypical people in the school that had the most influence. Shugo was obviously gone, but he knew for a fact that a woman with her class would never follow someone like him. He was the epitome of the guy who was trying to be an animated character. While he admired his bravery his conviction was extremely weak, and without it there was no way you could truly accomplish anything. Then there was Valo who he barely knew anything about, but apparently his gang pretty much reigned supreme over the school right now which was not a surprise. But he knew she couldn't be talking about him either because their so called gang ran in secrecy. Then there was Macht. Obviously there was other people he could have named, but he was the most prominent of the two he just mentioned. Self proclaimed strongest person in the school, which he probably was. However, there was no way that a woman like her would ever follow a arrogant guy like this him. Musashi dreamed of the day that somebody finally put him in his place, and hopefully that time would come a lot sooner rather than later. Perhaps he could be the one to do so.
Before Musashi could finish guessing who that person might be the name of a familiar ally ranged through his ears. "Ah.. Santana." He spoke not being able to hide the grin that was on his face. "Of course." He said once more before shaking his head in disappointment. No wonder the girls aura gave him such a positive vibe. She was the perfect type of person to surround herself with someone like Santana. Although he was not going to look forward to the 'I told ya' face he was probably going to get he knew Santana had a lot to offer and could teach him the things that he purposely chose to miss out of during his time with dad. "Playing with a God huh?" He spoke turning around to look at the blonde hair beauty.
"Yeah, I guess I'll come out and play with the pretty boy."
He'd say shrugging his shoulders as he stood up from off the rock of which he sat. The Hattori wondered what the pretty boy had planned. He wasn't the type to be involved in anything regarding the school. Rumor has it that he was practically at every major event that has happened in the school and rarely participated in any of it. Like usual he'd rather watch the school run itself into the ground by those anime character wannabes. In fact it was Santana that planted that very statement into his mind.
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Post by Rose Lockheart on Nov 29, 2015 20:46:28 GMT -5
'GIRL of Steel' "Working alongside him will actually bring fun into your life surprisingly." she spoke. "I thought it would be a waste of time, but I haven't been too bored so far," she stated with a pause, "honestly, you know what's funny?" asked Rose. She darted her body toward the entrance from whence she came. Placing her right palm upon the bark of a tree, she would grip the bark quite tightly. Her hand engrossed within the bark left nothing but a print as she tightly groped it. Darting her head back and facing the man from her peripheral vision, she would answer her own question, "I was actually meant to kill him." A laughter would escape her vanilla scented lips as she chuckled at her words. "There's a place where we'll be meeting with three new others called Bedford-Stuyvesant, just come when you're ready." She didn't give him a specific date or time, but she knew he would venture to the spot on the right day. She had faith. Either way, she would leave it at that. Exiting the scenery, speaking no more, and went off on her merry way. |
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