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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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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO.
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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.
Full Story Here.
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Aphorisms of a Rainy Day [ Alternate Universe ]
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 8, 2015 2:38:25 GMT -5
Her lips would twitch at his last comment, but Ira managed to keep her face straight, as she continued tugging him down the hill. She didn't grace him with a response this time, and she merely came to a pause in front of a street vendor, hollering for people to purchase his steaming, hot, noodles, spooned out onto equally dirty plates.
Frowning slightly, she continued tugging him past a flower shop, an electronic shop, a couple of hairdressing shop and came to a pause in front of a food court. Her eyes were fixated on the most filling thing she could find there, at the cheapest possible price; a ridiculous amount of chicken rice, for a fairly lowered value.
Holding her finger out to symbolize one to the shopkeeper, she finally pushed Macht slightly to a random seat, and handled over a $10 bill to the food vendor without a hint of an eye twitch. Finally, she flung herself onto the chair and waiting in silence, her eyes seemingly looking everywhere but him.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 8, 2015 2:42:18 GMT -5
Macht followed from store to store, his stomach rumbling as she led him to and away from the first street vendor. He had a look of sheer desire on his face, one that showed his true motivation no matter how much he made an attempt to deny it. If the girl was looking at him right now, he'd feel ashamed, so he was only incredibly thankful she faced away from him at the current moment.
Before Macht knew it, he was forced into a seat, the lanky redhead not having much strength to fight back as it was unexpected. He frowned, more out of confusion than anything, and eyed her curiously as she kept looking around. He had no idea what was going on right now - did she know he was hungry, and decide it'd be best for her to taunt him by eating a whole meal in front of him? No, that might be unlikely.
"So... I'm thinking that's a yes to the first date question."
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 8, 2015 2:46:33 GMT -5
She was typing away on her phone when he finally spoke, and she barely looked up to address him. Thankful that no one was tossing the two any odd gazes, she continued typing out an e-mail to her friend, disregarding any observation of any social etiquette that might dictate her to respond.
"If you throw up after eating, make sure to never do it in front of me." She finally said, as she continued typing. She knew that devouring too much in hunger might led to a side effect of throwing up, but she wasn't sure how much lurching he could do, and how much humiliation she was willing to undergo, simply for kindness. She didn't want to be vile, but there are reasonable situations to act as such.
The food vendor dumped a humongous plate of chicken rice with pieces of meat and cucumbers on the side in front of him, and she pressed send.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 8, 2015 2:50:11 GMT -5
"Wait, what?"
Macht's brow furrowed in confusion. He wanted to question this so bad, as no one had ever put him in this sort of situation in the past. He couldn't, however, simply because her actions gave him nothing to work with. He had no way to rile her up, no way to get her to act out, and even then he wan't sure if he wanted her to. Was she really doing him a kindness?
As the plate was dumped before him, Macht simply stared at it with a wide eye, his mouth agape. Stomach rumbling and mouth watering, he looked from it to her, from her to it, over and over and over again. This had to be some sort of a trick, right?
"This isn't poisoned or anything, is it? I don't feel like dying any time soon."
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 8, 2015 2:53:59 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow at him, she slowly toyed with her phone, and pressed her index finger upon the on/off button a couple of times. Watching the dim light of her phone flashing back at her several times, she finally leaned back in her chair and let out an inaudible sigh.
"Cops are annoying. I wouldn't want to handle them, even if it meant your demise."
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 8, 2015 2:56:01 GMT -5
Macht just nodded. That reasoning was as understandable as any - he couldn't remember the amount of times he went hungry because of the cops, so there wasn't any way for him to fight that logic. Not that he wanted to. Instead, he just fixated upon this enormous meal in front of himself, trying to figure out a way to go about eating it. So, fork and spoon in hand, he stared down at it intensely, as though if he looked at it hard enough, it'd just fill his stomach.
"What do I have to do for this?"
It's best to at least ask.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 8, 2015 2:59:08 GMT -5
She finally smirk, and place her phone upon the table before him with just a small sound to signify her reticence, in the past minutes. Her fingers trailed down the screen of the phone, and she contemplated for a moment, before her creamy lips tilted up with a wider smirk.
"A kiss wouldn't be amiss."
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 8, 2015 3:01:24 GMT -5
The air of mystery seemed to disappear entirely, and they began treading once more within comfortable territory. Macht grinned as the girl did, one eyebrow raising as he bit his lower lip.
"I thought 'free would be too expensive' for anything to do with me."
Not that Macht didn't want to kiss the girl - he did, of course. She's gorgeous - he just got caught off-guard, and that's not something that should happen often to a man like him. So, he did what any sane guy wouldn't: he questioned it. And as soon as those words left his mouth he was filled with regret.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 8, 2015 3:04:16 GMT -5
Shrugging, her otherwise innocent eyes peaked at his face, and a small hint of mischief could be found hovering about, should he squint hard enough and deliberate over every furrow of an eyebrow, every arch, every widening of her eyes, and every action she took.
"You are right." She handed him a simple $10 bill. After a few seconds, she held her hand out exectantly. "You can pay me back."
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 8, 2015 3:07:39 GMT -5
Now, this was certainly not something he expected. It was reminiscent of something he'd done with a woman many months ago, and this caused him to pause much longer than intended. He accepted the ten dollars, staring at the bill for several seconds before he clasped it between his index and middle fingers. This was how it felt to be on the opposite end of it.
"I won't complain," he quickly spoke up, attempting to change the topic lest he dwell on it much too long. Money in hand, he leaned toward her, face coming ever closer to her own until he stopped mere inches away. If she wanted to reject him, now was her chance.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 8, 2015 3:10:39 GMT -5
Reaching out for the moment, she completely ignored his attempt to initiate a kiss, and simply tucked the money away in her wallet, before pushing him lightly by his forehead to take a seat. Staring at the piping hot meal for a second, she stood up without a warning, aside from the evident flush on her cheeks.
"I'm off."
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 8, 2015 3:13:17 GMT -5
Um.
What.
Macht frowned at the touch on his forehead, the push not being something he wanted at all. Sure, he'd given her the opportunity to reject him, but he didn't want her to take it. Of course, he figured that was her intent all along - at least, he did until he saw her cheeks. As she stood up once again, Macht reached out to snatch her hand with his own, tugging lightly at it. As he tugged, he abruptly stood up and planted a soft kiss against her lips.
She tasted of strawberry.
"Can't let you leave without what you asked for, can I?"
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 8, 2015 3:17:44 GMT -5
The flush had spread in an alarmingly rate, much like a fatal, infectious disease. It engulfed her ears, neck, and forehead in a split second, and she stood, rooted to her position, shell-shocked. Her head felt unbearably hot, and she wasn't sure if she should plant a punch, or a kick onto his face. Sitting down abruptly onto her seat, she sat there for a few more seconds.
"Eat." She snapped, not wanting to see her money go to waste.
Well, that was the only thing she could focus on, for the moment. Really.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 8, 2015 3:21:16 GMT -5
After that, Macht was sure of one thing, and one thing only: he had no idea what to make of the reaction. A grin forced its way onto his face by default, and he complied wordlessly, hurried by the sound of yet another faint rumble. He put the fork to the meal, piercing a piece of chicken and scooping up a modicum of rice with it. The entire glob of food would be pressed into his mouth, and he would begin chewing as though this was the greatest thing he'd ever had. Hell, for all he knew, it was.
He didn't even know what to say, or how he'd say it even if he had a clue. Macht just started wolfing the meal down, endlessly grateful for what this girl had done for him just now.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 8, 2015 3:23:27 GMT -5
Needing an excuse to avert her eyes from his, she pressed her phone once more, flicking through the relentless amount of videos she wield on tumblr, and chose to focus tightly on a picture of a blobfish. It made her determined to throw up, and scrolling past it quickly, she continued reading articles. There was one thing, however.
She didn't really see the need for her to stay.
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