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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.
Full Story Here.
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Blood and Fire [Musashi/Open]
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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 Dec 11, 2015 0:09:32 GMT -5
The night was young, the weather cool but bearable, the skys clear as thre stars shined. The city lights illuminated the streets and the skyline alike. Tonight Knuckles had found himself with a couple of Apex patches, on his way to a car show he had seen a flyer for. As the trio pulled up, the engines of their motorcycles cut as they rolled into a parking spot.
Austin's ears were met with various sounds. Music, car engines revving, hoots and hollars from the car show attendees. Anything to do with vehicles was a good time to this giant. He had grown up around motorcycles and automobiles his entire life. He was personally excited to check out the muscle cars. Nothing could beat good old fashioned American Muscle in his mind.
"Alright boys, lets check this shit out!"
A small grin crept onto Austin's face as the eye-patched teenager moved toward the entrance. The event holders had rented out a car-parking garage as their venue. After paying at the front gate, that single hazel hue would gaze upward. It seemed that all five stories of the garage were full up. He could feel the vibrations as he stepped forward and into ground level of the car show.
The crowd was thick here, this level apparently belonged to those 'damn Ricer' cars. Various foreign cars could be seen, the owners showing off their 'hot rides' to all the hoochies crowding around. He would snort as he slowly moved. There were a few interesting ones, but these weren't exactly his style.
For now, since he paid and all, he would continue browsing before he made his way upward.
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Post by Alex Dragon on Dec 11, 2015 0:27:30 GMT -5
I wasn't a big fan on cars. They where just metal objects with ugly rubber tires and paint. Nothing Special. But if I was going to find a good ride fit for a Darklord, I'll need to see the luxurious foreign cars in the car show happening tonight. Wearing my pitch black Titan outfit and a red visor, I would go to the show.
Normally I would sneak in, but this time, I felt like I needed to pay so I don't get some cop on my tail. I don't want to cause a commotion. Like I learned from my leader is to lurk in the shadows till your prey is in the right place to attack. The prey was a car, the predator was a darklord, the darkness was also me. Perfect. Paying my fine, I entered the exhibition of cars, looking at the cars...but something caught my eye. A person with a patch and white hair...it could be Macht in disguise. He was the only one I knew with an eyepatch. I blended into the crowd and kept a close eye on him and the cars he passed by. I need a cool car, but a car an asshole like the school captain would need.
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Post by Musashi Hattori on Dec 11, 2015 2:12:03 GMT -5
 [subjects: "Knuckles" ] [tags: the lion; the firelord] VROOM, VROOOOOOMM!!
Yeah that was the sound of the cars that were in the garage. The sound rang through his ears over and over again like he was kids pretending he was driving a hot wheel or something. Musashi was never the type to be interested in going to car shows. A Honda Civic, or a Dodge Charger was all he needed in his life. All this extra stuff was never necessary, but you only live once right? Might as well. Musashi thought to himself as he walked to the front gate so that he could pay his entrance fee to get in. "This better be worth it...." He thought to himself. The Hattori hated spending dollars on things he had no real interest for, but after getting that surplus of money his dad left behind for he and his family back at their old home in Japan he figured he could take the risk.
He couldn't deny that a lot of the cars their was actually pretty nice, but that was something he'd never admit out loud. His arms remained crossed as he looked at the interiors of the car from afar. All of them were surrounding by groupies. Not that he wasn't a fan of woman, but these particular of set had no interest to him. Today the Hattori was in his usual attire. a long sleeve black shirt with a silver tactical vest over it, black slacks that cut off above the Achilles heel, and his black custom made ninja sandals. After a few minutes of looking around he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd. "I only know of two people that wear those... Hmm, what to do?" He asked himself wondering if he should approach the guy. They weren't particularly friends, but they weren't enemies either.
Well kinda depending on the way you looked at it. His only real encounter with him was when he got sneaked by him in the Pillar brawl a long time ago. His brother had an encounter as well, and coincidentally it was a fight. "Ah, what the hell..." He muttered to himself before finding a way to silently sneak beside Austin so that he could start the conversation in a neutral manner. He wasn't going to go all 'hey buddy' from afar to someone he wasn't close to. "This your kind of thing?"
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 11, 2015 12:24:33 GMT -5
"This as in car shows? Yea. These cars are junk, though. Suped up 'Hotwheels' aren't shit."
Knuckles had spoken without even looking at whoever had said the words. The voice was completely unfamiliar to him. Then again, he had been gone for a while. It was entirely possible the owner escaped his mind. Knuckle's head would adjust so that his lone right eye could focus upon the one who spoke.
"Oh okay.."
Austin would pause for a second as he stared toward him. It took a couple seconds but then it had clicked. This kid had caught a mean right hook sucker punch from behind. If he remembered correctly, the dude had been floored with that one strike. A grin would crack upon his face as he started speaking again.
"I remember.you now- So does this guy right here. Heh. What's up? Time for a little.. reunion?"
'This guy right here' was in reference to Austin's right fist, which had raised and shaken a little as he spoke. Knuckles couldn't remember his name, but he was pretty sure this guy belonged to one of the other gangs that he had heard of recently. Maybe he was trying to make a move and get a little pay-back at the same time. Or maybe not. Maybe this meeting was just fate.
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Post by Alex Dragon on Dec 12, 2015 19:11:07 GMT -5
I watched the events between close friend and this guy unfold, and I immediately took action, coming from behind him.
"Don't you lay a finger on my leader, asshole! I'm not afraid to shove this blade up your ass!"
My weapon was already pointed at him as I said my words in a serious manner. I didn't care if I had to shove this thing in him in public, he had to learn to respect my leader or else he'd suffer consequences. Although I knew Musashi could take care of himself, I had to protect him with my life because he believed that I could grow strong, and now it was time to repay him for believing.
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Post by Musashi Hattori on Dec 13, 2015 23:57:24 GMT -5
[subjects: "Knuckles" ] [tags: the Sun; the firelord] "Hmmm... Didn't expect that response."
The youngest Hattori spoke with a grin on his face. He always thought that Austin would be the type to be into stuff like this. Maybe you can't judge a boom by its cover, but you can judge a man by his fist. At least in this case he could. Musashi waited silently to see if the former Captain would continue the flow of the conversation. After all it was the least he could do after sucker punching him in that brawl all those months ago.
Of course.
Musashi sighed, looking over at the fist that practically knocked him out of the fight without giving him a chance. He thought long and hard over what he was going to say in response to that. He always felt some kind of way about that day, but there was no real hard feelings. It was a long time ago after all. "Re---" The Youngest Hattori found himself being cut off at the site of one of his 'kind of' underlings. Well he was one of them, but it was a complicated one. "Dude! What the fuck man!" Musashi spoke aloud immediately knocking the blade back down to Alex side.
"You have got to be kidding me... Were in public and your waving around a sword. ON someone that could probably kill you here and now. Stand down boy..."
He spoke to the boy in a soft, but blunt tone. He hated having to talk down to the kid like that. He was probably just looking out for him, but at the same time he had to be more careful on who he picked his fights with. Austin was definitely not one of those people. Musashi trained long and hard to be able to fight on the same level as someone like him. He didn't really know the full extent to his powers, but he could feel that they were kind of on the same level. Hell, he'd better be. Musashi had put a lot of hard work and training to get the the level he was at right now. Their was no way he expected to be at the same ratio in power comparison as the time he got KO'd.
"Sigh... Now what exactly do you mean by Reunion?"
Musashi would make sure to keep an eye out on the guy just in case he did try to do something crazy. They weren't really the best of friends. Let alone friends at all so he knew that he couldn't be too naive when it came to this guy. Especially since he was an ally of the current School Captain.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 14, 2015 0:17:04 GMT -5
"Oh, well I didn't know if you were still butthurt from our last encounter.. I figured you and your- sidechick here, came to get a little redemption. My mistake."
Knuckles had barely even registered the ballsy dude that popped on next to him, holding some kind of toy. A thin grin remained on his face as he redirected his attention toward Musashi.
"You and your friend here are in a gang, aren't you? Lemme see what you and the turd got. Top-side, now."
His words clearly came off as more of a demand than anything else. Austin knew the name of the gang, but simply played ignorant. Why give them the recognition they didn't earn? At least that was his thought process.
Without hesitation, Knuckles would turn and head straight toward the cornered stairway, before trudging his way up toward the top floor. So long as they didn't try to pull anything on the way up, Austin would reach the rooftop and his two Apex buddies would quickly work to clear out the crowd, eventually leaving just the five of them, before Knucklea directed his gangmates to keep an eye on the stairways.
From there, he would turn and wait.
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Post by Alex Dragon on Dec 15, 2015 21:18:14 GMT -5
Watching this asshole think he was the king of the world irritated me. He has no right to do as he pleases. He has no control over me, so I'll break his order.
"I'm not afraid to protect my gang, even if its in pieces, I still uphold that Titan name. Watching this asshole in front of me threathen you was a mistake, a mistake with consequences."
I followed Musashi's orders and put the blade on my side, but the guy wouldn't stop being a jerk. He made his grunts clear the floor from the public, leaving us with the cars, him, and the 2 Titans.
"A reunion? It better be a reunion of you and death."
I got ready to fight this man. If Musashi tried to stop me, I'd follow his order. After all, he is my leader.
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