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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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Another Cliche Lunch Thread [Kenji]
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Post by Kylemor Lane on Nov 25, 2015 22:42:30 GMT -5
It was lunch time, something that Kylemor hated. It wasn't as if he hated lunch, no he hated what people thought of him at lunch. Going to a corner in the back, he didn't even try to sit at a table, rather making home on the floor. Then he took out his lunch which consisted of beef... raw beef... Well it wasn't his fault his stomach couldn't handle anything else and it wasn't as if he was going to eat hormone stuffed pork. Beef tended to be much more natural so he stuck to that.
Putting a tiny piece in his mouth he would start to people watch. No one seemed to notice him in his corner, which he liked. Opening his bag again, he took out a small plush of himself and started to whisper to it. Things like 'good boy' and 'eat more' would come from his mouth... perfectly normal. His drink today was water, well it usually was. Sometimes he drank blood, but that was only when he was really craving it.
He continued to talk to his doll and then took another doll which was much more disfigured. He took his fork and stabbed it in the neck while smiling as if something amazing was about to happen. Well nothing would of course, but he looked at happy as ever in the dreary little corner. NOTES --- MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Nov 25, 2015 23:32:12 GMT -5
Although Kenji was predisposed to wander during lunch periods in lieu of finding a place to sit and eat, he felt like doing a bit of people-watching today. It wasn't a frequent hobby of his, but every now and then, he just wanted to see what others were doing. Thus, he took his daily loaf of melon bread with him into the cafeteria when it came to be lunchtime.
It was rather packed today. Must be some kind of special or a scheduled fight, Kenji surmised. Whichever one was correct, or even if neither was, it didn't concern him. Popping the wrapper and taking his first bite, he scanned the rows and rows of tables as well as those setting up shop against the walls. Most of the usual suspects, some missing, some new, as was the way of the 552 student body: it was always changing, and a handful of students had 'extracurricular activities' to attend to at any given time.
Not that he was much different, anyway.
Kenji noticed something new as his eyes fell on a corner of the cafeteria. A blonde-haired kid with a lanky build, who rather looked like he'd seen some shit in his time, although exactly what was unknown. He mumbled unheard words to a plushie that looked distinctly like its owner before pulling out a mutilated-looking doll, taking his fork, and shanking it in the neck with a smile. How odd, yet compared to the rest of the school population, it wasn't necessarily the weirdest thing Kenji had ever seen in the states. It made him curious as to the story that must lay behind the wispy student's eyes.
So that's what the ronin found himself doing, walking over to the corner. He stopped a polite several feet away, well within earshot, but not violating any sort of personal bubble. Probably. Glancing down, he offered the boy a light smile, inquiring, "Is this seat taken?" It would've made more sense to ask if he could join him on the floor, but breaking the ice with a more ironic question was closer to Kenji's nature.
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Post by Kylemor Lane on Nov 26, 2015 1:46:05 GMT -5
Pain... lots of it... He wanted to fill this doll with the utmost possible pain. Of course ripping the head off would be useless, since his fun would have to end then. Stabbing the doll as he ate his thin strips of beef, yes, it was nice, right.
Though, he was soon met with a shadow and as he looked up he was met with a rather tall student. He smiled widely as this might be a perfect way to make a new 'friend.' As Kenji introduced himself, Kylemor stood up while dropping the mutilated doll, but holding his plushie closely. It seems he didn't care what happened to the doll, which was true. If it got lost he'd just replace it, and actually the misfortune of loosing it would hopefully reflect around others.
He got closer to Kenji with his wide smile still plastered onto his face. Nearly a foot away, his hand reached out to grab Kenji's hair. If he succeeded, he would try to make the taller male lean down to his height. If he failed he really didn't care. "Oh! Of course you can sit with me. Actually I'm doing a little experiment and would love if you joined in." As he talked his voice got darker and darker while being slightly frantic.
"Heh, it's really simple. You just need to let me cut you..." It was a strange comment, after all, this was school and all weapons were confiscated, so it was a wonder of how he'd even do this to begin with. If Kenji let down his guard he'd try to quickly pluck a piece of hair. He'd then sit down either way and pat the floor next to him. His eyes wide and so was his smile.
NOTES --- MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Nov 26, 2015 15:01:51 GMT -5
As the boy stood and closed the distance till only a foot remained between them, Kenji had a better look at his face. He looked almost gaunt in complexion, a close cross between a sickly hue and a healthy one. It made him wonder exactly what his life was like, and he'd had yet to properly talk to the student. When he reached out toward his head, Kenji reflexively but gently blocked his hand at the wrist, harmlessly deflecting it aside, but inflicting no damage. It wasn't as if he was trying to attack, but the ronin did have a hangup about new people trying to touch him. Not entirely unfair, right?
When granted the opportunity to join him, followed by the dual mention of an experiment and cutting, Kenji began to wonder further about this unique teen. As always, he maintained a level of personal guard, neither lowering nor raising it for the person before him, though would once again harmlessly deflect any attempts at his hair, this time with a chuckle to diffuse any tension his instinctive parrying might've caused. "You're awfully touchy-feely, aren't you? Cute," he commented, then sat down next to his soon-to-be acquaintance, though with a small but fair bit of distance between them. After all, it was hardly proper to plop down so close to a stranger that your bodies were touching.
So it goes in Kenji's head, anyway.
"My name's Kenji, Miyamoto Kenji. What's yours? For that matter, what's this experiment of yours?" he inquired, taking a bite from his melon bread.
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Post by Kylemor Lane on Nov 26, 2015 22:02:33 GMT -5
Kyle smiled wide. "My name is Tyler Auduron." Lying was one of his specialties, at least, he didn't trust the other. He didn't want Kenji to know him, he'd keep his distance. Now what was his plan, really it was to create mass panic and despair. He really wasn't one for lying about what his goals were, so might as well just flat out say it.
"I want to watch people suffer in mass despair." He has on a pleasant smile and looks rather excited. His fingers tremble with excitement and he grabs another strip of his beef and munches on it. Then he picks up the plushie of him and strokes it lovingly. It seemed pretty odd, but more so since it seemed like a sudden personality switch. One moment a bit crazy and the next, his aura was more calm and almost weak.
He grinned again and looked at Kenji. "You wanna help, right? You wanna watch people in pain, right?" It was clear the other was stronger, but with a person as unstable as he is, it's confusing what might happen next.
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Nov 28, 2015 0:23:53 GMT -5
Suffering in mass despair, huh... Not to mention, watching people in pain. Kenji couldn't honestly say that he was into that sort of thing, at least as far as reality was concerned. In video games, it made for some serious fun, because it was all 100% fictional and exceptional stress relief, on top of being a good time waster. Given his experience in reading people, he had two particular feelings about this 'Tyler': that the name he used wasn't necessarily the one on his ID, and that something had happened in his younger years to make him wish pain and suffering on others.
With a masterful poker face picked up from years of wandering, fighting, and helping out his younger siblings, Kenji chuckled in response to Tyler's questions. "I definitely know how to render somebody pained or injured, crippled or worse even, but I tend to reserve that for those who deserve it. What makes you want to cause mass despair?" It was a question with twofold intent. The ronin was genuinely curious, and he also wanted to understand the boy a bit better.
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Post by Kylemor Lane on Dec 1, 2015 22:22:12 GMT -5
He was happy someone was talking to him, because no one really talked to him. Well no one really talked to him after they first met him, but Kenji was trying his hardest to stay around him, Kylemor was happy at the thought. His hand would twitch as he thought, why did he want mass despair, surely there was a reason. He thought about how he was abandoned as a kid, which made him break out into a large grin. He was so happy, he didn't know why, but that memory made him ecstatic. "Because if everyone despairs, then people will become their own enemy. No one will be happy and..." He didn't finish the thought. No, this wasn't right, this wasn't what he wanted.
Kyle thought for a second as he ate another piece of meat. He was smiling as he hummed to himself, then came to his answer. "No matter how much people try, they can never run from their true purpose. People need to accept the nothingness inside of them and it will spread like a disease. A world full of chaos, how everything is meant to be... death, despair, pain, nothing" He giggled after he said this and offered Kenji some meat.
NOTES --- MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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