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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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Post by Yukimura Sanada on Dec 16, 2015 15:35:05 GMT -5
 A lone and somewhat unfamiliar figure could be seen sitting at table meant for two people outside in front of a local cafe, the figure different somehow, looking slightly older it seemed, as Yukimura, formerly known under the alias Keisuke Hikari, took a sip of his hot tea, placing the cup back down on the table, however, unlike the last time he was in New York City, this time, he was not dressed in his familiar black hoodie, but instead he wore clothing he always wore back in Japan. He had returned after many weeks to New York City not as a student of Public High School #552, but as a international student attending university.
A light evening breeze would blow, gently sweeping Yukimura's hair held up by the red headband tied around his forehead up and back even more. Many local artists or the artistic types came to this particular cafe, which made it a good place for Yukimura to sit and relax while trying to maintain a low profile, and since the patrons of this cafe were considered eccentric by others, Yukimura wearing a short jacket with no shirt on underneath wasn't out of place here at all. Taking another sip of his tea, Yukimura would keep to himself, and since he had not been well-known around the school during his time there, he doubt many even knew he had been gone. |
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user is offline ●
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Too lazy to stop being lazy...
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Post by "Aergia" Sophia Jeong on Dec 16, 2015 16:10:05 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 disliked gaining injuries. Not due to pain; her condition made it impossible to feel such. And also not out of concern for herself. Her lack of pain caused a dangerous fearlessness within the nonsensical girl. No, it was due to the fact that her guardian fretted so much over any injuries she may receive. Sure, she supposed the attention was nice, the girl one to appreciate company, but it often ended with scolding and an over-protectiveness which resulted in far less time venturing out or doing what she wished, without a care in the world. Hence, why the gash across her arm which she had only most recently noticed being most... troublesome. No matter what she could do, he was sure to notice. So after a few attempts to clean it up and hide it, only proving to soak through the various cloths, Sophia figured the endeavor was pointless and was scarcely interested in investing any more time over the matter.
Arm uncovered so the blood could drip freely and leave her clothes mostly unstained, the older teen made her way down the city streets. It was only upon hearing her stomach growl that Aergia realized she was hungry, remembering in turn she hadn't eaten a thing all day, and so she made her way to the closest cafe. Ignoring and laughing off any remarks about her wound, she purchased a bagel with green tea, and made her way outside. While she could certainly spend time by herself, if she was going to eat instead of sleep or read a book, Sophia desired the company.
Finding a man with a spare chair in front of him at a small table, the lass made her way towards him, flashing a sweet smile.
"May I?" inquired the girl, blues eyes seeking to meet his own dark hues. "I could use the company~" [attr="class","Aergiacover"] ❝ 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 Yukimura Sanada on Dec 17, 2015 3:15:22 GMT -5
"Huh? Oh, sure, no problem!"
Yukimura answered back cheerfully after looking up and placing his tea back down on the table, he didn't notice the young woman making her way towards his table until he saw her stand beside the chair across him. Grinning sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, to fair though, he wasn't exactly expecting company, much less a pretty girl who flashed him a sweet smile that he ended up missing.
"Sorry I didn't see you there, not expecting company plus music equals to- Hey... You're bleeding! I can bandage that up for you, I think I have training bandages somewhere in my bag... Where did I put it..."
Riffling through the small duffel bag beside his foot, looking for his training bandages, after a few minutes of searching, Yukimura would pull out a small roll of white bandages. Giving the young woman an easygoing smile that would make most girls blush, he would gesture to the chair in front of him, indicating she was welcome to join him, which would also make it easier to bandage her arm up enough that she didn't pass out from blood loss.
"I'm Yukimura Sanada, what's your name?" |
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