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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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Pringle Bells, Pringle Bells
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 9, 2015 2:23:04 GMT -5
❝ OJOU-SAMA ❞ S taring suspiciously at her surroundings, Ira comfortably settled herself at the crook of the Christmas tree in Times Square, staring almost piteously at a bag of chips that seemed to have her ownership, desires and name imprinted on it. Staring at her watch, she sulked once more and proceeded Operation ICan'tThinkOfAGoodNameSoLeaveMeAloneThisNameIsWayTooLong.
Screaming almost horrendously into the stone floor, she begin rolling about and flailing her arms almost too dramatically, making satanic calls to her sweet old grandmother, that almost always had a curry bun ready for her darling granddaughter.
She didn't even like curry buns.
Pulling her fringe out of her line of sight, she chewed on her gum, and laid, exhausted on the floor as she contemplated about the spirit of Christmas, and what it should mean.
In other words, her 73 Christmas wish lists she left, blatantly lying about Macht's house, from his bathroom to the ceiling of his room, to the floors of his gyms, in his egg cartons and in his toaster had better not be going to waste.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 9, 2015 2:33:18 GMT -5
Macht had just gotten home after a long training session at the Underground, and he'd gone so far that he actually managed to work up a sweat. Tiredly, the large male shut the door to his home and locked it, tossing his gym back to the couch. "Ira, you around?" he called up the stairs, figuring she might be in her room since she wasn't in the pool. Hearing no response, he simply shrugged and moved over to his fridge and took out milk and eggs. Macht had lined the counter with the things necessary to make himself not only a bomb ass omelette, but a meal fit for multiple kings. Just when he got everything ready, he moved to open the egg carton, and saw the eggs had been replaced with... lists?
"Really, Ira..?" Macht sighed, moving to open yet another carton of eggs, only to see the same thing had been done there. He cursed, eventually deciding to just go with toasting some bread and being a little simpler on his meal today. Only, much to his surprise, the inside of the toaster was outfitted with more fucking lists! Pouting, he dropped the bread on the counter and pulled out his phone, calling Ira's number.
"What's with the lists, Ira?"
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 9, 2015 2:45:31 GMT -5
❝ OJOU-SAMA ❞ ❝Ira was on the verge of blinking innocently when the realization that her red-headed manservant couldn't view her -rather perfect, mind you- face. Silently, she cursed with some obscene words, and eyed a soccer mom, when she gasped and clasped her hands over her precious son's ears, upon hearing the language Ira was using.
Shaking her head, Ira proceeded to roll onto the floor and screech silently into it once more, pretending that she was a fine, majestic duck.
"You asked me what I wanted for Christmas!" She protested loudly over the phone. "I even gave you 117 options to pick from!"
It was actually 118.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 9, 2015 2:49:33 GMT -5
Macht was slightly taken aback by the cursing, simply staring wide-eyed at the gallon of milk sitting on his counter. He ran a hand through his hair, just waiting for her to finish her slew of violent word-choice, and after a very long, awkward pause, it seemed she finally did just that. He sighed, running his fingers down the bridge of his nose in an attempt to alleviate the headache he had at the moment.
"Yeah, I did, but y'know, I wasn't expecting..." he looked at the toaster, and the eggs, and by now he'd already seen the floor of his gym. There were just so many lists... everywhere. "This."
He continued waiting for some legitimate response, but then he remembered something crucial: this is Ira. A legitimate response would never come.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 9, 2015 3:05:08 GMT -5
❝ OJOU-SAMA ❞ ❝"Well, excuse me for being such a gracious, wonderful, and utterly -no more, no less- perfect person to find a gift for!" She shouted into her phone, shooting offended gazes as a bunch of girls walking past with their snotty noses in the air gave her a equally repulsive look.
"Imagine this-" She snapped. "It's Christmas, and I open your gift to find this badly knitted sweater, with a wonky, humbug like thing on it, and while pretending that I actually know what kind of horrendous and grotesque abomination you cruelly stamp down for me, I had to face those little hopeful eyes of yours, thinking that I was totally going to go down on you for it. After that, your hopes and dreams got dashed, like the bloody twin towers in 9/11, and go up in flames like the benghazi incident as I innocently said "That's nice, Machty Wachty, but I was hoping for a little ducky."
She took a deep breath.
"In the mid time, in another world line, I was perfect happy, for you obtained a customized tape full of Donald DAuck's ugly face, a scrooge's handbag, and some hair for me to break down into little chemical composite to comprise a tiny diamond, in which I could happily air out in parties, going all "My lil Machty made it for me-"
"What would you prefer? Hmm? HMM? Exactly. Thank me!" She yelled.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 9, 2015 3:09:35 GMT -5
Macht couldn't "what" hard enough as Ira went on her monologue. He wasn't going to get her a knit sweater in the first place - the lowest thing in his budget was like a cruise - and he was quietly embarrassed she managed to call the whole "going down" thing. But, since they weren't having this conversation in person, it was perfectly feasible for Macht to ignore that remark entirely, and just address everything else.
"Are you seriously asking me to thank you when I can't even find food in my fridge anymore? I mean, for all I know, I'm going to open up this gallon of milk and find out it's nothing but more lists. I have no eggs, no chicken, no beef, I can't use the toaster, my gym is covered - why couldn't you just send me a list through text or something?!"
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 9, 2015 3:14:19 GMT -5
❝ OJOU-SAMA ❞ ❝"Do not excuse the cruelty and lack of emotions that technology could not convey as 64 painstaking lists that I handcrafted with every bit of my heart and soul, as I rest in peace at night, thinking that little Machty Watchy have something to gawky at as he tuck himself in bed, reassured that he got his employer something nice! Now, while I understand that you are wholly disgruntled since I dashed your dreams and informed you that your knitting skills are monstrous, I want a huge thank you for romanticizing the idea of writing lists, and bringing back the aura of writers!"
"It's called a revolution, and thank you for being unsupportive, you little nitwit!" She shrieked.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 9, 2015 3:17:42 GMT -5
"What are you talking about?!" he shouted back incredulously. To him, this came completely out of nowhere - why was he getting attacked over it? Or was this just another one of Ira's moments where she overreacts just to make him do what she wants? Hell, even if it was, he'd probably end up listening sooner or later, anyway. Still, pride demanded he fight back somehow.
"I just - look - there are way too many lists in here. That's all I'm saying. Actually, no, there aren't too many lists, they're just too spread-out. I admire the effort you put into it, and I'll get you everything on them all when I can find them, but I'm just curious about why you chose to do it the way you did. And, so you know, my knitting is fucking amazing, damn it!"
She didn't really hate his knitting, did she?
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 9, 2015 3:26:20 GMT -5
❝ OJOU-SAMA ❞ ❝October 10th, 9:00:06 pm, rainy." she said flatly. "You knit me a little toy that vaguely resembled a random hybrid of shia lebouf and john cena copulating with three raccoons." Taking a deep breath, she softened her tone almost threateningly, as it dropped by three octaves.
"You told me it was a teddy bear."
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 9, 2015 3:30:37 GMT -5
Macht nearly dropped the phone. His eyes widened, and his legs quivered slightly at first. It got bad enough that he fell to his knees, and it seemed as though everything around him was moving in slow motion. He put so much time into knitting that teddy bear, only to have the woman who holds his affections... hate it?
"It was a teddy bear," he managed between whimpers. He's not crying right now. Nope. "Are you telling me you didn't like it?"
The guilt trip game had to work here, somehow. It damn well better.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 9, 2015 3:33:42 GMT -5
❝ OJOU-SAMA ❞ ❝It look like someone just sent the bald eagle of american to get high on marijuana, as it chewed savagely on it's own claws and put on a funny mustache that resembled the purple version of Santa Claus." She said calmly, raising an eyebrow as she heard a small sniff.
"I use it to pleasure myself every night, and eventually destroyed it after a small incident when Mikey walked into my room and I tried to set him on fire." She stated blandly.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 9, 2015 3:37:07 GMT -5
Macht blinked a couple of times, now completely confused. "Wait... what... what do you mean? How do those two things look anything alike in the slightest? John Cena to Santa Clause -" he stopped asking questions upon hearing her further explanation, and his face lit up for a second. However, the excitement proved to be purely momentary, as, like any other good thing, this too did come to an end. Macht's face soured, and he growled into the phone.
"Mikey..."
It was spoken with a bloodlust, as though Mikey had wronged Macht in every way humanly possible.
"So what you're saying is... next time I knit you something, I just include batteries."
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 9, 2015 3:43:20 GMT -5
❝ OJOU-SAMA ❞ ❝"No!" She shouted, slapping her hands onto the nearest wooden table she could find, while pacing agitatedly about with her phone in her grasp. The man occupying that particular table gave her a disgruntled gaze, responded by a murderous one of her own when they exchanged glances.
"Never mind." She eventually spoke, after a pause. "Get me a random box of chocolates and we can call it even."
It wasn't really a never mind to her, she merely needed to make a quick gateway, for a manager was zinging her with his eyes, as though he wished to toss her right into a fountain and stir the fountain like a pot of soup himself.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 9, 2015 3:47:27 GMT -5
The shout was enough to make Macht flinch away from the phone. He dug his pinky into his ear in an attempt to relieve himself of the ringing that he now heard, but it was difficult to make up for the sudden deafness due to the sheer volume of Ira's voice. So, he paused for a moment, taking some time to wipe away the single tear that rolled down his cheek and stand to his feet, before he responded.
"Hundreds of lists and you're telling me you want a box of chocolates."
Ira would probably be able to hear the frown as the words left his mouth. There was no way that'd be acceptable to her. If he listened, she was liable to rip his head off with her bare hands.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 9, 2015 3:50:20 GMT -5
❝ OJOU-SAMA ❞ ❝Frantically thinking of the quickest way she could to end the somewhat humiliating call, she scrambled out of the store quickly, and went straight to the wishing fountain, for she did enjoy peering at the shiny coins in it.
"I want.." She said loudly, ignoring the same stares given to her by the same group of girls. "Macht, hurry up and get over here, they are staring at me weirdly." She sulked, breaking off the recent topic as she glared back at those girls, determined to rival their gazes with her own... Iraified ones.
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