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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 Felix Booker on Nov 28, 2015 20:45:43 GMT -5
Felix was out for another run to clear his head. He'd been doing that a lot more lately. After the Hollows up and fell from the face of the Earth, Felix had been getting more and more frustrated. How could they leave him? They were supposed to be a family, LG felt like a husk of its former self. No longer the strong and proud family, they were broken. The only question was, could they rebuild? He ducked his head, picking up speed. Faces turning to blurs, buildings as well. Light rain hit his face, as a cold breeze chilled him to his bones as he shivered. He had left the house in a hurry, donning only a thin white t-shirt and black track pants. But he couldn't feel the cold, his blood was boiling as he ran on blindly unaware of where he was going. Finally after exhausting most of his pent up energy, he found himself at the site of where so much had changed. The original battleground between LG and Apex. 'What a bloodbath.' Felix thought to himself, as he walked into the alleyway just behind Apex's club, and base of operations. He felt he shouldn't be there, but he couldn't leave. The aftermath of the battle was still apparent. Torn up pavement and sidewalks, a completely destroyed car parked on the side of the road. It brought all the memories back as if it were yesterday. "Graaaggghh!" Felix shouted at the sky, before slamming his fist into the alley wall. Again. And again. This wasn't the first time he'd found himself in a position like this, ironically the last time had been when he thought a member of his adopted family had died. And now here he was in the same position, but this time because his family had left. "Not. Even. A fucking. GOODBYE!" Felix screamed, each word punctuated by another fist. Finally his arms went slack, his knuckles were ragged and bleeding. Right now he didn't care what happened to him or anyone else. He needed a release.
OOC- "Knuckles" bring it shitbird
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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 28, 2015 21:42:53 GMT -5
Knuckles had quietly slipped out the back door of The Underground, intent on getting away from people and sucking down a much needed cigarette. The habit had come back at him full-swing since the night of the gang war between Apex and Lightning. The young outlaw still found himself rolling the events over and over in that head of his.
He didn't know how to explain what he felt. Clearly, there was anger. Hatred even. But there was a deep sadness that seemed to take hold over the male again, though it would be hard for most to see. He had lost a lot that night. Not only did he loose his left eye, a part of his body he could never truely replace, He had also lost friendships.
Phoebe...Allen...
Of course, he couldn't think of anything else since, either. Phoebe had been one of the first few people he had actually opened up to. In fact, she had probably been the closest thing to love he had found. And he had never even gotten the chance to make it happen. And Allen had been a fight buddy and friend since shortly after he had arrived in this school. Now it seemed neither were around. And Knuckles couldn't think of them without thinking of their older brother, Aaron.
I swear.. If I ever see him again, he will lose more than an eye..
Austin's train of thought was torn away from the resent past though, as the sound of flesh and bone colliding with stone piqued his interest. Out of habit, he lifted his left hand up to sweep his now damp hair from his face, a simple black leather bandana wrappdd his head, modified so that it covered that grotesque hole that once was his left eye.
He turned the corner, walking from the back side of The Underground, to settle his single hazel hue open the form in the alleyway, punching away at the wall of his club house. Exhaling, he would send a large puff of smoke from his lips as he stepped forward through it, speaking without realizing who it was.
"Yo, break my wall and I break- ...Mother fuckin'.."
That single eye narrowed as he moved close enough to realize who it was. He couldn't remember the kid's name. But the face, he hadn'ty forgot. Knuckles had commited nearly every single 'Lightning Fucks' face to memory. And this one was one of them. His tight hand clenched immediantly, crushing the lit cigarette in his hand as his angry expression simply slipped away into something that resembled a blank slate.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!
It was more of a rhetorical question. Because Austin was already moving forward and preparing himself to smash this kid into the wall until he became a permanent fixture on their alley wall. He planned to walk to his and immediantly throw a straight left, intent on smashing him in the chin.
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Post by Felix Booker on Nov 28, 2015 22:05:29 GMT -5
Felix turned towards the sound of the voice, not yet recognizing the figure in front of him, but understanding that they looked vaguely familiar. His eyes drifted to Knuckles' eyepatch, his brow furrowing as he realized who this was. 'It can't be.' Felix would think, as more memories of the clash returned.
'The guy who fought Aaron . . .'
Felix stared at the eyepatch hard, as everything clicked together. 'Aaron . . . that asshole.' Just the thought of his name brought back even more emotions, Aaron had secretly been his ultimate goal. One of the strongest people he knew, Felix would never admit it but he had looked up to him in a way, but this act of cruelty destroyed whatever good image he had left of the teacher. Felix eyes widened as he was rushed by Knuckles, managing an elegant, "Fuck!", before he was attacked.
Felix would weave to the right, moving his head so Knuckles' hit would slam into the wall instead of Felix's delicate face and quickly strafe to his right so he wouldn't be trapped between a wall and the raging cyclops. As he did so a thought hit Felix; this was a blessing in disguise. Felix had no doubt that the person before him was strong, probably stronger than him. For once he wouldn't have to hold back.
Sending a sharp left uppercut into Knuckles' left armpit, before he retracted his straight. Bouncing on the balls of his toes, he'd motion for Knuckles to 'Bring it'. "Y'know I prefer the usual greeting. Like hello, or how are you? Instead of, 'Urrggh I'm gonna punch you in the face'." Felix despite rambling on as usual, was just as mad Knuckles, though for a different reason. Before he could stop himself he added a final verbal kick, he was sure would piss off his opponent even more. "Nice eyepatch by the way."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Nov 29, 2015 2:09:57 GMT -5
Knuckles fist indeed collided with the wall, cracking the brick and spewing dust as it did. He would feel the sharp pain of Felix's punch connect, but it was nothing thag made him want to back away. Knuckle's right arm would have already been in position and ready to strike.
"You're pushin' your god damn luck, shit-head!"
As he reeled in his left and pushed the pain from his mind, Knuckles would pivoting on his right, pulling his left leg back as he twisted his hips and send that long right arm of his straight across intent on driving his knuckles into Felix's chest.
"I'm going to tear your gang a part! STARTING WITH YOU!"
Whether he hit or not, Austin would press forward and look to keep himself close to the kick. Taking a single large step with his right leg, he would aim to snap a kick up into Felix's right side and knock him back into that brick wall.
[Swift Reaver Tattoo: 1/3 absorbed - 22 str rounded down]
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Post by Felix Booker on Dec 6, 2015 13:47:30 GMT -5
Felix jerked away in surprise, as the brick wall broke away after coming in contact with the mans fists. "Strong little shit aren't yuh.", he would taunt knuckles as he danced away. He kept his hands up -- not that it would do anything, the man could probably punch Felix's owns arms in half. The thought might have made him nervous, but at the emotional state he was in, the more pain the better. But he didn't plan on making it easy for his opponent. As Knuckle's fist came towards his chest, Felix took no chances, bringing his left leg around so that the blow would barely graze his chest, tearing a slash in his shirt, as the fist trailed by.
Turning back to Knuckles laughing. A deep laugh, that almost, almost sounded sincere. But one could tell the bitterness in his voice as he spoke up. "Tear us apart?" He saw Knuckles' kick, with a dramatic flourish he would jump up high over Knuckles' kick, as his knees were tucked into his chest.
"WE'RE ALREADY BROKEN!" He would shout, before propelling both of his feet outward, his intent was to dropkick Knuckles in the face. If it worked, he would use Knuckles' face as a launching pad, using the power of his kick to distance himself from his opponent by a good five feet. Doing a single back flip in the air, as he landed low in a slight crouch. Looking up towards Knuckles' tears forming in his eyes before he could stop himself.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 6, 2015 18:19:12 GMT -5
Austin had little time to react to Felix's quick counter. His leg had already been in the process of attempting to crush him into the wall. Tucking his chin, Felix's feet connected hard upon Austin's head. The large male's upper-body would recoil backwards and instead of trying to fight it, Austin would fall back and roll on his shoulders, before resting in a crouch himself.
His head hurt for sure, the tell tale signs of brusing already showing on his forehead. Slightly dazed, but not out of the game, Knuckles seethed under his breath. There was no denying the superior speed advantage Felix had. But this wasn't the first opponent he.faced that was faster than him.
"I GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO CRUSH THE REMNANTS THEN!"
He roared out from his lowerednposition, his right arm pulling backwards briefly before thrusting forward. Fingers spread wide, blopd would.speed through the pours of his palm, swirling around before hardening into a.ball and exploding, sending shards of blood ripping through the air toward Felix, intent on hitting him in the chest.
T1 uses: 1/8 Blood Burst used: 1/2 int dmg = 20 int dmg.
[Swift Reaver Tattoo: 2/3 hits absorbed - 22 str rounded down - 44 absorbed in total]
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Post by Felix Booker on Dec 9, 2015 18:33:38 GMT -5
Still in a crouch, Felix grinned in reckless curiosity as blood welled up in Knuckles palm, forming a condensed sphere of blood. "You got powers too? Cool!" Then Knuckles unleashed his attack. Felix dropped to one knee, his arms crossed in an 'X' shape to defend as much of his body as possible. The force of the attack blasted him away, sending him skidding wildly another five feet backwards. The sleeves of his shirt, were in tatters, ripped apart by the bullets of blood. Felix grunted in pain, his own blood dripped from various cuts on his forearms. They hung slack at his sides as he rose to his full height, tilting his head up slightly, as he looked down his nose at Knuckles. "You done? My turn." He said it simply and matter of factly, before his joking demeanor returned, as he flashed a wink towards his opponent. "Try to keep up, alright?" There was only a moment for Knuckles to see him drop into his traditional runners stance, before he took off at full speed. His head dropped low, he aimed for Knuckle's left side, ramming all of his weight at full speed into the man's left rib with his right shoulder. He would rush past knuckles, before turning quickly on his heel, and cutting back towards Knuckles from the mans back. Pushing off with one leg, he would cock his arm back, twisting it violently as a maelstrom of wind encased his left forearm as he would slam it into Knuckles' back, again at full speed.
OOC- Going Fast Current Stats- STR:35(70) ~ DEX:35(115) ~ CON:35(48) ~ WIS:35(46) ~ INT:35(47) Qi:Dominus Verto - +20 Str Gotta Go Fast!- +20 Dex
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 9, 2015 19:39:15 GMT -5
To his surprise, Knuckles had landed the Blood Burst and the kid took it like a champ. This only made Austin sneer as the kid spewed more words before taking up a runner's stance and openly stated it was his turn. Even with fore knowledge, Austin had not really been able to react in time to save himself from the shoulder ram. Knuckles body eould intentionally be forced backward, turning slightly from the impact.
That was one he certainly felt. But the pain was not the only thing he felt. A surge of energy ripped through his body. Almost as if he had became weightless, Knuckles felt as though he could move quicker than ever before and he doubted the other kid would even expect it.
Already half turned by the time Felix had u-turned and came back for him, Knuckles right arm would have been cocked so that as he turned the rest of the way to face Felix's direction, his right arm would lunge forward and extend as far as he possibly could, hoping to allow that long arm of his to smash his fist into Felix's chin as he came into to attack.
If he connected, he would burst forward, raising his left arm up and over before dropping it down like a wrecking ball, intending on try to catch Felix with his hammer-fist on the way out, hoping to smash him into the pavement on his way out.
[Swift Reaver Tattoo: 3/3 hits absorbed - 22 str rounded down - 66 absorbed in total - Ability activated: +66 Dex] [127 Dex total for one round.]
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Post by Felix Booker on Dec 9, 2015 22:19:17 GMT -5
Felix couldn't even gasp in surprise at the sudden burst of speed from the giant. He couldn't even react-- one second his eyes registered the action taking place; the next, he was met with a pain so explosive he thought his head had come off his shoulders and then he blacked out. His head was stayed in place, while the rest of his body tried to leave without him, his body leaving the ground and parallel to the ground.
His feet were towards knuckles as his forward momentum would have carried his limp body in a straight line for at least twenty feet. But Knuckles had other plans. His fist would come down and slam right into his stomach, luckily just below his ribs, smashing him into the concrete. The force of Knuckles hammering him into the floor actually embedded him into the pavement. And just like that he woke up in a Felix shaped crater on the floor, the sensation of being unable to breathe was the first thing he noticed, and then he threw up. Uncontrollably he vomited onto himself. He couldn't even move, his body was in incredible pain, it was a surprise he was even still awake.
He began to dry heave until all that came out his mouth was a small spurt of blood that trailed down leaving his chin a crimson red. Air still wouldn't come no matter how hard he struggled. He couldn't do something as simple as breathe. He was blind with tears, an onset of his puking from earlier. The world was bathed in various grays and blacks, as a black dot appeared in the center of his vision. It slowly and steadily expanded, getting larger and taking up his vision. Still breath would not come. He'd really fucked up this time. There was only one thing left to do with the remaining air in his body.
". . . Punch . . . Bitch."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 9, 2015 23:37:48 GMT -5
Knuckles would stand, rubbing at his body where Felix's shoulder had connected as he worked at slowing his breathing back to normal, the adrenaline beginning to fade as he watched the Lightning Gang member vomit all over himself and the ground. Knuckles could help but chuckle slightly under his breath, a sick shit-eating grin wide on his face. The kid mutter something, but Austin ignored it as he croutched down and stared at Felix. Whether the kid remembered shit or notx he still said it.
"You're all fucked. Every single one of you little maggots are going to be broken.. Beaten.. Maimed.. Tortured.. Hell, maybe even killed! ..Until there is no one left to put on your stupid fuckin' badge."
Standing up, Austin would sigh and pull out a cigarette, followed by his lighter. He would slowly shuffle his way toward Felix's lower half, his single hazel pupil eyeing his right leg as he laid there. The grin that had faded when he spoke, returned as his mind began to embrace those darker feelings he always held inside.
"You're a fast little fucker, Aren't ya? Or.. Weren't you?"
His question would end with his right leg lifting up high and stomping his heel down hard twice upon Felix's right knee cap. Whether or not the LG member was conscious or not, Knuckles would step over him and pause to take a couple more drags of his cigarette. Exhaling, his right leg would lift again and repeat the process on Felix's left ankle.
Without saying anything else, Austin would flick his butt away and turn to walk back toward the club's back entrance. Opening the door, he leaned in and shouted for some of his people to come out. He would instruct one guy to run around and grab one of the black vans that had. As the vehicle drove up, Austin instructed the others to pick the broken and dirtied young male up and toss him into the van.
"Drop his ass out the door, infront of the Lightning Gang's pizza parlour."
Slapping the door, he would send them on their way. While he had finally started to get some payback, he was no longer smiling. There was still something digging at him from inside. Rubbing at his eye patch, Knuckles would return to the back door, brush himself off and walk back inside as if nothing ever happened.
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Post by Felix Booker on Dec 11, 2015 18:31:31 GMT -5
Finally air filled his lungs, with a desperate and ragged breath, he forced the air back into his system. His head spun, from the sudden return of oxygen to his brain. But his position wasn't forgotten; looking up towards Knuckles, he tried to stand. Bad move. His body screamed in protest, his stomach a symphony of pain. Through his agony he heard Knuckles clearly, his tone chilled him to the core, especially at what he was suggesting. His heart picked up the pace, beating at a break neck speed.
He was vulnerable, and for the first time he couldn't run from this, he was at this man's complete mercy -- or lack thereof. Still he couldn't help himself, grinning through bloodied teeth as he quipped in steadfast defiance to his powerlessness. His words slurred and clumsy, but still understandable. "Jealous of the badge huh? It has that effect on people, don't worry if you ask really nicely Leon might give you one . . . but he probably won't cus' you my good friend, are a dick head." He winced in pain, reaching a shaky hand to his stomach, as a shiver ran through his body as Knuckles made his next chilling statement.
Obvious fear broke through the calm mask he had tried his best to maintain. His mouth dropped open, but the words wouldn't come. For once he had no response. No clever rebuttal. There was nothing he could do, and that made what happened next all that more painful. Knuckles' foot came down on his knee twice, Felix could only throw his head back. A guttural scream exploded from his lips. It felt like the whole world could hear him scream as his knee broke with a sharp 'Snap.'
His body was nothing but pain. It swallowed him whole, leaving him no thoughts in spite of the agony he felt. He existed inside the torture, withdrawing into himself as Knuckles went on to break his ankle. Before he knew it he started laughing hysterically, tears flowing down his cheeks like a river. "Match . . . Haha . . Re . . . Match." His eyes rolled to the back as his world faded to black. He woke up in front of the Holy Pizza Parlor, with two LG members each under his arm as he was rushed him into a car in the parking lot. He muttered to himself, half awake and hallucinating. "Not again . . . Never again . . ."
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