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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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Pringle Bells, Pringle Bells
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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 9, 2015 3:55:59 GMT -5
Macht cocked a brow, staring as the topic changed. Still, he immediately started out of his home and headed right to his car. Ira wanted him to come, so he would (double entendre), in as timely of a manner as he could muster.
"Where the hell is 'here,' Ira? I kind of need that info."
Without waiting for it, he stuck the key into the ignition and revved up the engine, pulling out of the garage. He sped down the road, off the grounds, and down the road into the city at Ira's request. If she didn't tell him where he was going soon, though, well, that'd be a pain in the ass for both of them. [/blockquote][/div] |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 9, 2015 4:01:28 GMT -5
❝ OJOU-SAMA ❞ ❝I know you tracked my phone, dumbass." She stated flatly, staring at the five signal bars displayed in her phone, as she gave another stank eye to the five girls once more. Sighing, she stared at her ratty t-shirt, chubby cheeks and tousled hair, in the water. Her hair hung down like she was a demonic being, and it made her uncomfortable to know that she was, once more, one-up in appearance by a bunch of punk-ass girls that she could easily fry to a crisp.
Well, if she wanted to, obviously.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 9, 2015 4:05:05 GMT -5
"How the hell would I do that? I'm in my car, literally driving in random directions because you've yet to tell me where you're at."
Macht frowns as he continues driving, contemplating seriously tracking her phone and just turning on some of his music to jam out during the ride. The many turns this conversation has taken in such a short time have been detrimental to his mental stability, and, somehow, that was going to come out. He'd just rather it didn't explode on her, because he'd have no way of explaining his demeanor aside from "you got rid of my eggs and replaced them with lists." |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 9, 2015 10:15:37 GMT -5
❝ OJOU-SAMA ❞ ❝
"Times Square. Fountain. Shiny." She muttered reluctantly, upset that she was unable to make his life wholly difficult by demanding for him to seek her out, while her only hint being "shiny shiny, sparky sparky, but no Machty."
To be fair, the nickname she false coddled him with a saccharine voice did repulse her entirely, but she merely fail to mention on several occasions. He shared the same sentiment, despite how he never knew of it, and while waiting his -kind of slow, really- arrival, she contemplated an odd nickname for him. She pondered, deciding to find a rather suitable one this time.
"Hurry up, biscuit."
Yes, she was really throwing up into the fountain this time.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 9, 2015 19:32:55 GMT -5
Macht nodded, forgetting, for a second, that he was on the phone. He stepped harder on the gas, zooming through the streets and running several red lights. There were actually anywhere from three to five near-misses, some of which were almost head-on collisions that he avoided by a hair. Still, the redheaded German made his way over to Ira as fast as he could, fearing that she might be in danger.
Also, did she just call him biscuit?
"... did you just call me..."
He frowned, pulling into a nearby parking lot and dashing out to the fountain to find Ira huddled over the fountain. Running up to her, Macht put a hand on either of her shoulders and began violently shaking her to make sure she was alright.
"Ira?! Are you alright?! SPEAK TO ME!" |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 9, 2015 20:46:37 GMT -5
Ira groaned loudly, before realizing that straining her voice box wasn't going to help her. Ignoring Macht's panicked shouts, she frowned and stared down at her ragged t-shirt and stained fingers, all set off by her casual shorts and odd flip flops. She hadn't even shaved for weeks now, and she wasn't sure if she should instantly feel utterly proud or absolutely ashamed.
When Macht finally finished his panicked yelling, she slapped a hand directly on his face, right on the nose, and stare at him with suspicious, narrowed eyes, that probably displayed no difference, for she's asian. Fiddling about with the loose thread hanging from her shorts, she stared at him surreptitiously and sulkily pointed at the group of girls on the other side of the fountain.
They were still present, and she wanted them to meet death for their sins; to atone and beg on her feet. Despite that, Macht should understand when she pointed at those girls, despite her slight envious veneer of their fancy clothes, perfect makeup, and...utterly smug and flirty faces.
Ira seethed.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 9, 2015 20:52:39 GMT -5
"Are you - OW!"
Even titans feel pain, and Macht stumbled back a bit as that hand slapped his nose so suddenly. Rubbing it with his palm for a moment, he attempted recovery, but it was taking a while and he awkwardly rubbed it for about thirty seconds. Even as Ira pointed and he turned to look in the direction she showed him, Macht's hand was upon his nose. His eye fell upon the group of girls and, he was slightly clueless. What it was that was going on right now, it seemed to escape his grasp.
"What do you want me to do? Call 'em bitches? Slap some faces? Steal their clothes and give 'em to you? Make 'em kiss your feet?" |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 9, 2015 21:12:11 GMT -5
Howling in humiliation, Ira's sob story begin tumbling out in incoherent screams, and the very few words Macht could actually comprehend was "Ducks", "Not viable", "Why", "aesthetically pathetic", and "want". Unfortunately for her, she sounded vaguely like someone being strangled to their deaths, and it took her a few seconds of screaming to get her bearings.
"My clothes are not good enough they stare at me I want someone offed you don't get it if i don't get new clothes this world might end because ducks are not a viable hypothesis." She finally sobbed; tearless and exhausted by her little skit of drama. If life was a theater, she would wish for them to break a neck.
Literally.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 9, 2015 21:24:37 GMT -5
"Are you not going to take a chance to breathe, or..."
Macht wondered that aloud as Ira went on her mini-ramble, blinking bewildered. His hand finally fell from his nose, but now both arms were crossed over his chest. Casually, Macht glanced from Ira to the girls, from the girls to Ira, picking out certain key points to that small slew of words that stuck out to him. Ira wanted someone offed, she wanted new clothes, and... let's ignore the rest of that, shall we?
"How about we just go get you some new clothes, then, and anyone who glares at you afterward can eat my metal fist?" |
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