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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 Duke Zabi on Dec 1, 2015 21:35:44 GMT -5
This is one of the 3 First series of Booster Arc events. The limit to this thread is 5. To join you have to have signed up here. You may only join 1 of the 3 posted events at a time with the character you signed up. If you missed the chance to sign up PM this account for permissions or what you can do. The mall, were most skippers or general delinquents can be found. Today however the mall would find itself occupied by a lot of people wearing black suits. They seemed to be searching for something or someone specifically and they didn't care how obvious they were about it. Each and every one of them had some sort of odd military patch with the letters M.E.W on them. |
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Post by Kylemor Lane on Dec 1, 2015 21:57:41 GMT -5
Kylemor was in the mall today. He wasn't really fond of it, but once in a blue moon he was asked to do some shopping for the orphanage, being one of the oldest members. Inside one of those kitchen stores, he wanted to touch everything, but last time he broke something he had to pay. Of course he didn't have enough money, so he lashed out, which made his therapy sessions increase, not that they helped.
He acquired some utensils, since the forks seemed to mysteriously vanish. But he saw an odd sight. He may be pretty loony, but he was relatively observant when he wanted to be. He was on one of the top floors of the mall, so looking down, he saw many people wearing the same outfit. Maybe there was someone giving away free shirts? Smiling, he went down an elevator to approach one of the guys.
As he got closer, his hand started to twitch as if anticipating something. A thought popped into his head about the best way to cause a scene in the mall. He giggled and took out one of the new forks he just bought. Let's have some fun. He's rather good at sneaking up on people, so as quietly as he could, he hugged a male, a tiny bit smaller then him, from behind. A hand would go up, so the fork was pressed to his neck, but wasn't in direct sight of the crowd. Hopefully this would work, with the large noises going on, that he wouldn't be noticed until it was too late.
"I want a shirt too... I want one..." He had a large smile on his face as he was waiting for a fearful reaction.
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Post by Terra Alianovna Dryagin on Dec 1, 2015 23:08:46 GMT -5
 We're in the same gameJust different levels. Dealing with the same hell; just different devils.
Shopping. As a female one would think she would enjoy going to the mall, shifting through stores and spending whatever money she had on design items. Window shopping turning into money dropping. No Terra wasn't that kind of girl. She wasn't exactly fond of the insane shopping atmosphere especially during the holiday seasons. New York city was already a crazy place to walk about regularly with all the tourist but when Christmas came around it was a bigger nightmare. So with that what brought the bluenette to the mall? She wanted to see if anything was worth wild getting her brother now. Honestly Terra was going to spoil him like always with plenty of gifts under the tree but she could get a few things on sale right?
Malls were always ridiculously crowded but today seemed to be a tad different than most. The amibance was not the same that she was used to. She always had these random uneasy feelings that usually turned out to be for good reasoning. Coming out of a sporting shop she held a singular bag with the contents of a new skateboard. That sudden caution that she felt fired up as those haunting green hues caught the site of many men in black suits. Terra knew better than some when a sight like that was before you take extra care. Her heart pulsated a skipped thump unsure who they were. Could they be an enemy of the Dryagin family? Could they be looking for her? They seemed like they were searching for someone with almost reckless abandon. Whoever this person was these people did not care about being seen doing so. They were bold. Terra pulled herself into a small crowd that was walking past, trying to blend in like an assassin of the the order. Nothing is true everything is permitted. For now she kept to herself as she passed one by and noticed the patch.
~M.E.W.? Hm~
Everything in her told her to leave the mall but for some reason she didn't think it'd be that easy for one. And two she was curious as to who they were and if they had anything to do with her uncle. Walking a little more she drifted from the crowd and stood at one of those booths that happened to sell handmade jewelry. Terra would pretend to look the items over while keeping a cautious eye around her and them. An enemy. A threat. What? Who were they and who or what were they after?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2015 0:19:36 GMT -5
Cardes was on his skip day, and decided to spend his time at the mall. It was a rather interesting place, as all kinds of people come here to buy stuff that they don't really want or need, and the boy was no exception. Walking down the pathways and window-shopping, Cardes carried a messenger bag filled with random goodies, the majority of them shoplifted. Cardes had become quite clever at removing security tags from objects in stores and kiosks. His Grandfather wouldn't mind these little incidents, he would just say that it was good practice for real life. The boy had a big burden on his shoulders; he was expected to become an heir to a large mafia syndicate, not that Cardes had any objections.
he was about to go into another store to steal when he noticed something that he hadn't before. There were a lot of men in similar outfits all searching for something, like they were on a scavenger hunt, but for the government or something. walking up to one of the men by a kiosk, and not to far from the elavator where Kylemor was talking, not that Cardes knew that or even who Kylemor was, Cardes tugged on the shirt of one of the men in the M.E.W shirts
"hello sir! There's a lot of people here with the same outfit, is it a giveaway? What's M.E.W? And what are you guys looking for? a fugitive? some members of the mafia?" he asked cheerfully. From his height and baby face, Cardes would give off the impression of a innocent curious child. But behind his back he held a good amount of ribbon, made for strangling people if needed. he was simply curious to see what these men were, and if they were any kind of threat.
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Post by James Quentin on Dec 2, 2015 16:27:11 GMT -5
stare deeply enough into madness, and it stares back... before eating your face James sighed, adjusting his hat to pull it down over his face again. He wondered, for the fifth time today, why he'd bothered to come to the mall during daylight. It wasn't like he had arranged to meet someone here, he was just... here. But it seemed like perhaps there was some fun to be had here anyway, with all the random suits running around.
He wasn't naive enough to believe this was some simple clothing giveaway like some others might, but aside from that, he only knew that something was up, and this was some organization he'd never heard of, though he'd lived in New York most of his life. So for the moment, he simply stood there next to the stall, eying the several crucifix styled necklaces, one hand reaching up and tugging at the one around his neck. It had been his mother's, he'd been told. While he didn't follow the particular faith, it was the only thing he had from her.
He noticed the other person coming up to the kiosk, and shifted his stance slightly, keeping more of the little stand between himself and them, his eyes all but invisible behind the lenses he wore to protect his eyes from bright light, and also keep them hidden from the staring. He preferred to avoid notice when he could, and the glasses tended to make it easier... Most of the time. open ― MUSIC ― this should be interesting MADE BY KAIZU OF GS & TWF |
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Post by Ty Hattori on Dec 2, 2015 19:02:42 GMT -5
 OH, WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE.
If you lived in this city long enough, dwelled in its slums for an extended period of time, it was rather easy to draw the conclusion that the place was full of surprises. It simply never ceased to amaze. Its inhabitants forever reaching new heights of eccentricity and its streets reaching new lows of filth. It was disturbing. But only one who has lived in it could understand it. It was dangerously beautiful in its own way. Poetic even. Graceful moments met with rotten circumstances. Dangerous situations met with moving miracles. And at the root of it all? The great battle of fate they all participated in. A glorious tug of war. An infinite game of thrones, even. It was that time of the year, when the scumbags seemed to want to come out to play even more. When the hustle and bustle of the holiday season pulled the rats from the sewers. And their favorite nesting place? Why the mall of course. As if the place weren't already incredibly overcrowded, this time it was insane. In all truth, Ty Hattori generally avoided this place like the plague. It was usually riddled with street gangs trying to muscle their way through the treacherous den of thieves. Petty street assholes.
So why was the dark haired Devil here on this fine day? Well... Christmas was on the way after all. His mother would have his head if he'd been so caught up in his ambition that he'd forgotten presents again. Hell, she'd fry him for dinner if he'd forgotten to even show up. A soft sigh escaped his lips as the boy strolled through the first level, his boots faintly clicking against the floor through the noise that claimed the atmosphere. Hands shoved carelessly in his pockets, this was always a struggle for the cold demeanor'd Hattori boy. Fucking shopping. Damnit. Sure it were easy for himself. You could tell by his simple but fashionable attire. The black pea coat a trademark. But for other people... It was mind boggling. His mind raced a marathon for a few seconds, attempting to contain it before it came to an abrupt halt. The hazel irises caught wind through his black frames of a most intriguing sight.
Men in black. Black suits. Everywhere. M.E.W?
His left hand escaped his coat pocket and readjusted his specs on his face.
"Hm."
The suits were causing an absolute ruckus. Well, an even bigger ruckus than the one already happening in the mall. It caused most shoppers to stop and stare. The men were on a rampage. Searching for something, tearing the mall to pieces. There were more than enough of them it would seem too. Ty shot a quick look behind him. Plenty of them. And it'd seem that they didn't want anyone leaving the area either. So, then it was trouble. That was the easy assumption once again in a city that never ceased to amaze. Never ceased to amaze with its level of hostility. M.E.W.? More like W.O.R.M.S. Fine. If fate would so have it?
"Oh, what a time to be alive."
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Post by Duke Zabi on Dec 5, 2015 16:07:14 GMT -5
Kylemor Lane Would get a sudden reaction from the male, but they were not alone int heir walking when it was interrupted. The partner turned around to see the spectacle, and the guy being hugged would nod. "Sir, let go or we will be forced to remove you." Terra Alianovna Dryagin even glancing about one would notice the people were sweeping the entire mall floor by floor. It was a slow process, but from time to time they would speak into ear pieces and throat communicators. Until finally someone shady moved on the second floor. Carrying a case of some sort he tipped his hat down and moved, being noticed by a few suits they would begin the slow process of trapping the guy. @taffyhorror The guy would look to the inquisitive person and brush past. "Excuse me." Was the only response he would get from them. James Quentin Would not notice the shady guy on the second floor, but would catch sight of two people wearing the M.E.W uniform move to the side near them and roll up their right sleeves showing odd devices on their fore arms that looked like a bunch of bars connecting off crystals together [INT check passed] Seeming to be laid out in some specific pattern [Wis check failed]. Ty Hattori [WIS check passed] Ty would notice them all seeming found something as they slowly blockaded the second floor from access. [INT check passed] Ty would also notice the group was well organized though [Wis check passed] only two out of the many he could see looked like they could hold up a fight.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2015 21:59:19 GMT -5
Cardes' smile remained on the outside, but inside he was a little ticked off about how he was just ignored like that. Quiet like a snake, Cardes placed his bag on the ground, but keep the ribbon in his hand. He would then proceed to try and tail the man, carrying the ribbon behind his back and making sure he was a good few feet away from the man in the M.E.W outfit. He kept himself from lashing out with all the restraints he could, keeping himself calm by imaging all the horrible deaths he could make this man go through. He walked after the man, and as he walked, he began to notice a lot of other men in suits, all of them walking in the same direction towards something, or someone.
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Post by Kylemor Lane on Dec 7, 2015 21:59:46 GMT -5
Pity, this guy didn't want to play his game. He pouted before removing himself from the guy. He didn't care about the threat, but the situation just lost all its fun. There was no terror going on, nope, it was just boring. "You people are no fun..." He held his head down low as he tromped away, forgetting all about the shirt.
In the back of his head, a small mental note of many similar people, but it was just in the back of his head. Nothing important that he cared about. With nothing to do, he walked to the middle of the mall and sat down, not on a bench, but the ground. Taking out one of his forks he had a piece of clay in his other hand from a different bag. Casually with no regards to his surroundings he would stab the fork into the clay, then shape the clay into something resembling a doll. A smile back on his face as he was having the time of his life.
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Post by Terra Alianovna Dryagin on Dec 7, 2015 23:00:12 GMT -5
We're in the same game Just different levels. Dealing with the same hell; just different devils.
This was ridiculous. Why was she bothering to stick around this obvious slow raising chaos? Aside from the initial curiosity and wanting to make sure it had nothing to do with her or the Dryagin family - she truly had no other reason. However she felt a small itch making her free hand twitch. It was that tingle of the prospect of an oncoming brawl. Terra hated it. She hated that feeling that built inside of her, coursing through her veins. It was hard to explain even to herself. These M.E.W characters were brazen which told her they didn't care about witnesses. They didn't care who was in their way so long as they obtained their target. In the eyes of the Russian that made them dangerous.
Terra's piercing green eyes glanced to her side noticing a shady individual near her with the jewelry station. Giving a quick overlook her instincts said despite the possibility he might not be part of it at this point anyone was suspect. However after mulling it over swiftly again if they were afraid to hide then he would be dressed like them. Elsewhere she saw a blonde boy following behind one of the suits. Mentally she shook her head at what she deemed as idiotic.
"Foolish."
She managed to mutter out as she then turned her eyes to the second floor. Those suits had began to steadily converge on another shifty person with a hat and case. Was it the guy or the contents of the case they were after or maybe even both? These things were tricky and varied. Again it was all still none of her business to meddle but all this for that something was bound to pull her into the fray. At this point she hadn't even pretended she wasn't looking till she noticed a little girl of no more than five sniffling and walking towards one of the suited men. She tugged at their pants to get their attention clearly she was lost. Terra couldn't keep an eye on both things but mama bear instincts wanted to make sure they didn't harm the girl. Though she noticed a woman seemingly looking a little frantic. Terra would walk over to the little girl but shoot the suits cautionary glance as she sweet talked the girl to following her back to her mother.
"You should pay more attention. You might wanna leave it's not safe."
Was the parting words Terra left for the mother, patting the little girl on her head. Now what was going on with the guy again on the second floor? While she walked glancing up she almost bumped into an individual with dark hair and glasses. At best she would clip his shoulder but she wasn't rude enough not to apologize.
"Sorry."
However the sorry would be spoken as she didn't bother to glance back at the individual but instead proceed forward with a little caution as she neared a few suits.
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Post by Ty Hattori on Dec 8, 2015 1:34:31 GMT -5
[subjects: Kylemor Lane , Terra Alianovna Dryagin , @taffyhorror , James Quentin ][tags: the devil and M.E.W.] THERE WERE TIMES
Where one could simply sense that something was wrong. This was obviously one of those times. The men in the suits were blatantly and frantically searching for whatever the hell it was they were searching for. Either way, there was a gut feeling that snaked through his stomach, even through every inch of his bones that told him something big was bound to emerge soon. The dark haired Hattori had stopped in almost toward the middle of the first floor, with bodies flowing all around him. The hazel pupils flicked to a fro from the many persons of interest. Though he kept a safe distance from any true action or even being in the fray, he had been able to pinpoint the eccentricity occurring around him and the things that seemed incredibly out of place. For example, the crystal-like patterns snaking up the M.E.W. suit's arms was something to take note of. His eyes narrowed slightly behind his black frames as his continued to analyze the crystal-like pattern. Beautiful looking, yet dangerous in its own way. It was captivating. But his attention simply could not remain there for long. There was a hustle and bustle occurring on the second floor. Those irises darted upward, catching wind of a rather shady character sporting a fedora-styled hat and a suit that did not match the M.E.W characters. No. In fact, the M.E.W worms were approaching this man in attempt to corner him. The eldest Hattori boy took a step forward and allowed himself to step into a stroll. His eyes to never depart from the action on the second floor of the mall. The suits began to slowly close it off. Slowly. If he'd acted fast, he'd be able to slip onto the elevator before the blocked that off as well...
Thud. A beat.
His shoulder collided slightly with another person. His own fault perhaps for allowing himself to be so one tracked that he wasn't aware of his surroundings. His eyes flashed over to the person he collided with; a girl, leading a crying girl away from the fray. Or at least attempting to. She muttered 'sorry' and Ty would simply ignore her. His face maintaining its icy expression. His eyes faced front again, flicking away from the girl, as the boy continued to move towards the elevator. What was drawing him to the fray? Why, he merely wanted to get a better look at these dark characters. Instinct, even. Something told him they could become an obstacle in the Hattori conquest and this could be the perfect opportunity to get a good assessment of them. Perhaps they'd reveal their weakness and he'd find a way to eradicate them before they could enter the battle of fate. It was wise enough, if he'd played his hand in the correct fashion. Any move to protect 'his' was a wise enough move. Yeah. Yeah. He knew curiosity and the cat and all of that good shit. But he'd be lying if he said recklessness wasn't something he knew all too well. A welcomed yet un-welcomed friend. He kept his hands shoved in his pockets, remaining inconspicuous and blending marvelously with the crowd as he just barely reached the elevator, piling in. The second floor was his destination, he just simply needed a closer look was all.
DING.
It was only a few seconds. He shoved his way off of the elevator through the crowd of people, bringing a free hand up to readjust his frames onto his face. His eyes scanned the floor, before they fixated upon a few of the suits and then... There. That shady character. Still blending with the craziness, the Blue Devil strolled towards the railing that looked over the floor below, leaning his right arm and body against it. He waited, and observed. It was best to keep his distance for now.There were certainly enough of them and only one of him, and the group appeared relatively well organized... Come on, Fate. If you were going to make your move, make it now.
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Post by James Quentin on Dec 8, 2015 17:35:21 GMT -5
when chaos ensues, those loyal will thrive Everything seemed to be moving around him, while James stood perfectly still, the eye of calm in the midst of a hurricane of waiting chaos, a held breath before the plunge. He smiled, almost wickedly, below the brim of his hat, and adjusted the glasses on his face, before moving, passing close behind the young woman that had approached the cart he'd been at. "Mind yourself. They're not as sloppy as they're letting on."
His movements kept him well blended in the milling crowd, until he was close enough to get a better look at those arrays of crystals without being obtrusive. Something tickled at the back of his mind, something that had him almost tense in expectation of trouble. This... was about to get very, very, very interesting, he could feel that in his bones. And interesting meant that he could play. MADE BY KAIZU OF GS & TWF |
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Post by Duke Zabi on Dec 9, 2015 1:18:18 GMT -5
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Post by Duke Zabi on Dec 9, 2015 21:45:27 GMT -5
@taffyhorror Successfully following the guys to their destination on the second floor he would also notice that every single one of the other M.E.W suits had made their way somewhere near by even at the exits to the first and third floors. The shady figure in the hat would be cornered and he knew it. Everyone Else Would see the M.E.W suits all converge on their target before an odd breeze would rush the whole mall... Indoors... With no fans. Within the span of a few seconds the bulk of suits were floored and the guy in the hat was on the first floor putting down the guys with the odd crystal items on their arms. Pressing his attack and making sure they didn't have time to react or use the items. Though it was odd that the wind was beginning to pick up at the very least, however the guys would get in a lucky hit and the case would slide away in the commotion... It slide near James Quentin |
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Post by James Quentin on Dec 9, 2015 23:47:25 GMT -5
and all hell breaks loose And everything went haywire. James's eyebrows went up, though it was all but invisible under the hat he wore. Leaning down, he scooped up the case gingerly, hefting it slightly as he straightened, a smirk crossing his lips as he cleared his throat, glancing around at the other goons that were on their feet. "Oh dear. It would seem you've misplaced this after all that effort to get it away from its owner," he said, and then lunged, ducking under a wild swing, and spinning on his heel in a low crouch, the case come up to intersect with the man's hand.
"I think you dropped this!" he hissed, his free hand jabbing out in a stiff-fingered thrust at the knee of the nearest suit. "Seems like they were trying to get it away from you. Mind me asking why?" he said conversationally. TAG ― MUSIC ― NOTES NOTES NOTES MADE BY KAIZU OF GS & TWF |
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