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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 Kylemor Lane on Nov 26, 2015 22:51:39 GMT -5
He ran away today. Not really, but he didn't want to go to his therapy session, after all it was pointless. He took what little pocket money he had and decided to go to a store he liked. He followed a pathway to a more secluded area and some steps underground to the subway area. Then he took a turn to a tunnel that looked like it hasn't been used recently.
He appeared before a dimly lit store and went in. It was full of knickknacks and clothes that weren't exactly in style. Smiling he ran to a sweater and started to sniff it and rub his face on it. He was checking for something, but it was not known what. The worker at the store seemed alarmed and went to get the manager. But Kylemor didn't care and continued doing what he was doing.
For some reason he stopped suddenly and went to a completely different area to cuddle a shirt. It was weird, but he took out a slip of paper and wrote something before ripping it up and throwing it on the ground. The manger took a look out of his office and waved it off as he seemed to know Kyle. Of course if anyone was to come in, they'd be quite confused.
NOTES --- MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Tobias Ross on Nov 26, 2015 23:08:40 GMT -5
This store was just amazing in his opinion and Tobias loved coming to the store every so often. Whether to shop for clothes or look for ideas, this place would spark a great deal of interest for him. If only the temperature was turned down a little lower and instead of smelling weed, you were given a joint. Then this place would be unbelievably awesome and most would never leave. Wait, that could be a selling point. A joint with every purchase about a certain amount. They would make a killing here.
Taking a look at the vests on the second floor of the shop, Tobias pulled one out and inspected it. It had an interesting look with double rows of buttons, but was it him? Taking it with him to the dressing room, he placed his shirt on top of the rack near the mirror and left the door open. His cane was leaned inside the room as he stood in front of the mirror to admire his look. Trying the vest on without his long sleeve shirt or undershirt gave him a sort of rocker look in his eyes. As Tobias turned to grab his shirt he noticed someone cuddling it and chuckled. Leaning against the doorway, he spoke as a smile grew on his face.
"I am sorry to say this to you, but that shirt is already claimed. The one I am wearing right now is not, if you would like it."
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Post by Kylemor Lane on Nov 27, 2015 21:25:33 GMT -5
He wasn't really cuddling the shirt, no no, he was feeling it's essence. One must know the story of the clothing before they choose to dominate it's presence. He was sniffing the shirt, which just smelled like the store, but had a hint of cinnamon. He rather liked it, but then there was someone else who seemed to as well.
"Taken?" He'd smile wide and grab the shirt in his hands. "Sure thing." He walked closer to Tobias and would giggle. "You know, you're all red... I wanna be red..." He took out a pocket knife and made a light cut in his neck, which drew a line of blood. "Isn't it fun!"
Seeming to have no regard for his life, he'd cut little lines on his wrists next. But the worker was worried now since blood wasn't a very good thing to have public in a store. But Kyle stopped suddenly to try and stab Tobias. If he dodged then he would try again until he lost the knife. If he succeeded at any time he would twist the knife with a large grin.
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Post by Tobias Ross on Nov 30, 2015 23:08:48 GMT -5
The pulling of a knife wasn't surprising in this store. Many people did stupid things in this store. The cutting of oneself and then turning on Tobias was new in the store. Intercepting the knife with his hand, Tobias had the blade go through his hand and latched down on his attackers hand with his own. The blade had exited the back of his hand, but wasn't going anywhere or moving so long as his grip on the crazed person remained.
"That hurts. This knife is mine now, understand. Anything that enters my body instantly becomes mine."
He was going to have to buy the vest now. A bit of blood has splashed onto it and as much as he wasn't sure whether it looked right on him. A sigh would escape his lips as Tobias looked over his attacker. Would this stop at just this attack?
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Post by Kylemor Lane on Dec 1, 2015 22:35:11 GMT -5
His knife? No, it was his. Why would it be this guy's. All he did was take a shirt to burn in peace. He let go of the knife and growled. Putting his hands on the ground, he was on all fours. Staring angrily, for once his smiley face was in a frown. It wasn't fair. Why did he take his things. He wanted to take this guy's hope.
In a fluid motion he would pounce on Tobias. He assumed the other would be injured from the knife and not able to react as fast as he should. Also if he took the knife out, there's a chance of a lot of bleeding, which might make Tobias faint. If he managed to tackle the other to the ground, he'd pin his arms and legs to the ground. "Give it back. You're hopeless and no one cares about you. Better off dead really." The words came naturally out of his mouth and he was no longer the cute snuggles kid that walked in.
If he wasn't able to pin down Tobias, he would try a different approach. Dashing behind the other, he would kick him in the back of the knees to cause him to falter in his stance. Hopefully with a shove to the shoulders, he would fall down, and then Kylemor could tackle him to the ground.
Meanwhile the store manager came out. They couldn't call the cops, since some things sold, weren't exactly legal. Though the manager would take out a gun and point it at the two. "Freeze"
Kylemor broke into a grin and stared at the manager. "Go ahead shoot, you'll miss, I know you will" With seemingly no regard for his life, he stopped moving.
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Post by Tobias Ross on Dec 6, 2015 21:43:39 GMT -5
Closing his hand around the blade inside it, Tobias would send a quick jab with straight at the Kylemor's nose. If he wanted red, then a broken nose would make a lot of red for this individual. Punching with that hand would cause more pain, but this sort of thing he was unfortunately used to. Whether or not the punch connect, Tobias cared not a bit. Creating distance was the goal. Hearing the shotgun get cocked, that was another thing.
"Shoot him if you wish. The next time he comes at me, I will send him to the hospital."
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Post by Kylemor Lane on Dec 14, 2015 22:30:52 GMT -5
He winced slightly as he was hit. His nose was out of place and breathing was hard. He could feel the warm blood dripping down his face as he took his tongue out to taste it. He panted as he was trying to breathe, but a smile was still on his face. "This is fun. Let's play some more." He waved at the manager not caring about the gun. "I'm okay! See you later!" He would try to drag Tobias out of the store as the manager just stared unable to comprehend what just happened.
Out of the store Kylemor would be trying to lick the blood off his face with no care about how he looked. He'd look at Tobias as smile. "There's enough blood to summon a spirit! Yay!" He'd try to harshly grab the other's wrist and drag him to a public restroom. Once inside he would bring the other into a stall and look at him like a predator. "This won't hurt~"
NOTES I know it's late, if you don't want to continue, I understand. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Tobias Ross on Jan 14, 2016 22:54:27 GMT -5
Being pulled out of the shop was fine by Tobias and he could not help from a smile growing across his face as he was pulled. Someone wanted to be forceful here and his blood began to boil as his fighting instincts awoke. With a flick of his wrist Tobias broke the grip on his arm and pulled away with a shake of his head.
"You have already began the rite to summon the spirits of battle. Do you wish to continue or shall you abandon such to try for a different type?"
Pulling the blade out of his hand without seeming to care much, blood dripped from the wound and splattered onto the ground in slow drops. It would take some time before there would be any significant loss of blood. Flexing his injured hand as the other spun the blade between his fingers in a feat of manual dexterity, Tobias grinned wickedly as the completed the rotation. With a flick of his hand, Tobias buried the knife to the hilt into the ground outside the shop while his eyes never left his attacker.
"So, what is your decision? Shall you test your power against this one?"
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