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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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I can't lose you now. How will I survive?
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Post by Melanie Rose on Dec 13, 2015 14:45:24 GMT -5
Melanie put down the paper she wrote her walking directions on and looked up at the building again. This place looked right, but something was off. What exactly was a "Hades Baking Room"? Why was it named that? Was it all that bad? No way! She walked up to the door and threw it open. There was no way she was going to get scared off by a name. In front of her was a desk with a little girl behind it. She walked up to the desk and the girl handed her a sheet saying in a monotone voice, "Welcome to Hades Baking Room. Please sign in on the sheet and sign this waiver that says we are not responsible for anything that happens while you are here. Thank you. Please put on an apron and take a seat. Chef Rudy will be here soon."
Melanie did as the girl said and grabbed an apron and sat down. Looking around the room she saw pictures of an angry woman yelling at people, fancy dishes, and the same woman smiling and shaking hands with a man in a suit. There were several framed awards addressed to 'Freudian Trelsivia'.
((OOC: I will wait 24 hours between posting. If you don't post before then, you will be skipped. There is no order to posting.))
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Too lazy to stop being lazy...
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Post by "Aergia" Sophia Jeong on Dec 13, 2015 15:08:14 GMT -5
[googlefont="Oswald:300"][newclass=.Aergiacover]opacity:0; width: 390px; height: 100px; background-color: #242628; z-index:1;-webkit-transition: opacity .6s linear; -moz-transition: opacity .9s linear; -o-transition: opacity .9s linear; [/newclass][newclass=.Aergiacover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Idle hands are the devil's playground. Aergia Sophia Jeong If it weren't for the fact that it was an assignment and that her guardian Ku was actually forcing her to go, Sophia would undoubtedly have never come, instead sleeping away the time in her room, or anywhere else for that matter. Nevertheless, she wasn't one to really complain and Aergia supposed she could give cooking a go, although if she fell asleep or grew distracted and the building burned down, she would put it on Ku. It wasn't as though he wasn't aware of her nature.
With a yawn, Sophia made her way into the kitchen, surprisingly on time, and she simply nodded and signed the waiver without even glancing it over. She was sure it was fine. Taking the apron, the girl lazily put it on and moved to a seat. She watched with a tinge of curiosity as a woman was screaming at people. The changes of her personality depending on who she interacted with amused Aergia, not having the sense to be put at unease, and she gave a few chuckles as she laid her arms and head against the table.
The lady certainly seemed interesting. Perhaps the class wouldn't be so tiresome, if only due to the entertainment of this person. [attr="class","Aergiacover"] | TAG: @n/A | WORDS: 206 | NOTES: N/A |
❝ Nothing irritates me more than chronic laziness in others. Mind you, it's only mental sloth I object to. Physical sloth can be heavenly. ❞ |
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Let's sleep through the end of this world.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 15, 2015 12:10:46 GMT -5
Scratching her head full of thick, brown hair, Ira shifted uncomfortably as she fumbled slightly with the strings of the apron. Chewing harshly on her lips, she paid her attention to the ... instructor.
She was going to cook a mean chicken today.
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Post by Melanie Rose on Dec 15, 2015 14:10:15 GMT -5
Melanie looked up as the woman burst through the double doors at the back of the room. She was a shorter woman, but had a stern look on her face. Like one you would see leading troops to battle or sailing the seas, captain of a hard crew.
"Who here thinks they can cook? Any of you? It seems I have been given a few complete bone heads to teach how to prepare a meal. People, we will not be making bread and soup for mommy today. We will not be making cookies with grandma either. Today, we will be preparing Egg Nog, Sugar Cookies, Chocolate Pudding, and Turtle Cheesecake. Your Beverage must make me cry. I need to have tears streaming down my face when I merely smell your cookies. If your pudding is not absolutely perfect, I will throw it against a wall and make you start over. If you think you cannot live up to this expectation, I suggest you leave now. By signing this form, you have agreed that you have joined this class in full knowledge that we are not responsible if you get burned, cut, stung, smashed, boiled, frozen, or get your feelings hurt. This is not a class for children. This is a class for adults seeking to further themselves." She would step aside only slightly so all could see the doors she came through. "Once you pass through those doors, you are mine. I can yell, spit, curse, stomp, whatever I wish. Know this, everything I do, will make you better. If you can't handle it, leave now. If you are ready, Follow me into Hades' Baking Room."
Melanie wanted to stand and cheer. What a speech! This woman was all she wanted to be and more. She had full control over her life and everyone else. She stood as the woman led the way into the other room. Yes. She would do this and she would succeed.
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Post by "Aergia" Sophia Jeong on Dec 16, 2015 3:03:18 GMT -5
[googlefont="Oswald:300"][newclass=.Aergiacover]opacity:0; width: 390px; height: 100px; background-color: #242628; z-index:1;-webkit-transition: opacity .6s linear; -moz-transition: opacity .9s linear; -o-transition: opacity .9s linear; [/newclass][newclass=.Aergiacover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Idle hands are the devil's playground. Sophia Aergia Jeong Sophia sincerely thought about simply walking out, but then she would have to deal with not only the school and her guardian Ku pestering her but also exerting the effort to get off her behind and leave. And so she concluded that she may as well stick around. The lady would likely prove to be a source of amusement, anyhow. It would have been far more amusing, however, if she had been an audience member as opposed to an actual participant. But, alas, there was nothing to do about it. May as well get it over with and enjoy the ride while she was at it. It wasn't as though she was worried or afraid or even knew fear.
And so with a shrug, she picked herself up with nothing short of a heave and Sophia made her way forward with an indifferent, carefree expression. [attr="class","Aergiacover"] | TAG: @n/A | WORDS: 145 | NOTES: N/A |
❝ Nothing irritates me more than chronic laziness in others. Mind you, it's only mental sloth I object to. Physical sloth can be heavenly. ❞ |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 17, 2015 10:50:05 GMT -5
Chewing on her lips, Ira allowed the mildest whimper to escape her lips as she sunk deeper into her seat, futilely hoping that she could be hidden from the whipping the female's sharp tongue was dishing out. The verbal lacerations made her shudder slightly, wary that the female might target anyone that seemed remotely incompetent.
Hunching into her seat, Ira patiently waited as she attempted to hide herself from sight by using the person in front of her -Sophia- as a small form of a shield.
Out of sight, out of mind, she decided.
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Post by Melanie Rose on Jan 1, 2016 15:28:57 GMT -5
Melanie stood up and walked to the teacher, squared her shoulders and looked her dead in the eye and walked past. Calling behind her she'd say "I'd like to learn all you can teach."
The room was filled wall to wall with large metal tables. Each had a large cutting block on it and a full set of utensils. Melanie made her way to a table and looked over all her equipment and familiarized her self with the set up.
The teacher just stared after her. Not knowing what to say. As a few other students walked into the room, she made a mental note to make sure that girl knew who was in charge. She would walk around the room and notice a girl with someone hiding behind her. "You two! are you going to be joining the class? There will be joint assignments later. For now you may either get out from behind her or leave this class!" She'd wait for all the students to either enter the room or leave. Five went in and three left.
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