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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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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 22, 2015 9:55:09 GMT -5
莫名其妙 ( idiom ) :
Something puzzling, often in an absurd manner.
Rubbing her reddened eyes, she ran her hands lightly on the walls of the buildings, feeling the rough and grimy texture on her finger tips. Blinking, she allowed her anxious heartbeat to race as she messaged Macht her location, while slipping hopelessly onto the floor-- her fingernails digging harshly into her palm.
Flipping through her phone, her eyes were forced to adjust to the light, the hues and the saturation. Her eyes landed on the picture of her family and felt a twinge in her heart; an unknown twinge that she didn't quite know what to make of. It was a tiny knife of confusion, searing a minor streak of pain through her heart.
Standing up, she walked through the street, entering and exiting the glow of the street lamps as they shone upon her questioningly. She could see the neon lights of the festival now--the drunken shouts and yells flinging themselves through the air and gently landing upon her palm. The blue, pink and red flashed and winked at her; enticing in an flamboyant manner.
Standing outside the festival, she waited patiently for the red-headed German to show up, as she squinted through the crowds of people, trying to spot his hulking figure among the pools of humans, murmuring, surging and hurrying to the next destination of their lives.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 24, 2015 17:34:06 GMT -5
Macht arrived shortly after Ira had contacted him. Walking through the crowd, Macht curried with him a duo of slushies, one of which had a straw he was sucking on, the other had a straw that remained half-covered for Ira. He scanned the crowd for her, implant scanning every short person he could see whose back was turned to face him. Eventually, he met her gray eyes and a smile crossed his lips. He shoved through the crowd until he was just a few feet before her, arm outstretched to hand her her slushie. Loudly, he slurped at his drink before pulling it from his lips.
"I made sure to bring like $500 so we can do literally everything here."
He was lying. He brought more than that.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 24, 2015 19:18:30 GMT -5
Frowning slightly, she turned around when she heard a familiar voice and saw him looming almost menacingly over her, with two slushies in his hand. Reaching out for one, she gave him a once-over and merely replied with a disgruntled "you're late" as she eyed her slushie suspiciously. Tucking her hair behind her shoulder once more, her eyes were focused on the man behind the counter; his beard evidently fascinating her, for it was long, bushy and droopy on the table before him. Everyone was impatiently crowding before him, their eyes eager and unfocused while they hungrily grasped the tickets he was handing out, with a fistful of money in their hands. Pulling out the tickets she brought while she was standing about, awkwardly allowing people to assess her as they hurry past her, questionably excited to spend the night with their lovers, family and friends, she turned around to look at him. "What do you want to do first?" She finally asked, unable to decide. ❝ Macht Stärke
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 24, 2015 19:52:06 GMT -5
"You're early," he responded with a chuckle. The time Ira took to look around was more time Macht spent focused on his drink, his eye inevitably falling upon that same beard that had captivated his short Asian lady-friend. Her awkward attitude was something he wanted to poke fun at, but he managed to refrain from doing so, fortunately. It was a good thing, considering if he did, she was likely to throw her soda can of death and destruction that would probably level the entire area.
"Hmm... I can cheat on the strong-arm contest and get you a giant teddy bear." Macht shrugged, figuring he could just sneeze and win. "There's the ferris wheel, they set up a maze. What grabs your attention? Cuz I wanna do everything."
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 28, 2015 21:41:29 GMT -5
THEY WANT MY HEAD
NOT MY MIND.
❝ IRA | Dragging the back of her hand across her nose, Ira sniffed and huddled into her scarf in a disgruntled manner, while reaching out slowly to tug at Macht's right sleeve. Her face was wiped clean of any expression when she did so, her eyes intent on observing the fairground folks. Her gaze lingered on the shouts, and laughter resonating about the booths, but her eyes were focused on the strained exchanges, hurried gazes and panicked words between the desperate sellers. The reddened eyes, sunken cheeks and limp hairs alerted her slightly, while she finally concluded that an incident had occurred.
Ignoring Macht almost entirely now, she entered the fairground with the tickets she clenched in her left hand, her eyes fixated on the drunken man that was manning a darts booth. His toys spoke of desolation, not cheeriness; their entirety consisting of limp ears, torn stitches and dull colors. He would speak, she decided, scanning his flushed cheeks and the bottles of alcohol beside him; he was young enough to be under 20, but fairground folks never did seem to harness a healthy reverence for the law.
"Hello there." She said rather casually to the man, blatantly disregarding Macht's existence at that point in time.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 30, 2015 19:57:18 GMT -5
Macht took the time Ira spent ignoring him to finish off his slushie. His eyes wandered about the crowd, eventually settling on the same person her gaze fell upon, his brow cocking inquisitively. Slowly, he strode over to her side, tongue submerged within the ice-cold goodness he held in his palm.
"Doll yaself up, maybe he'll let us play for free," Macht whispered in the girl's ear before turning on his heel and facing away from her. Moments passed, and it was only then he realized he'd never removed his tongue from the slushie, nor the slushie from his mouth. His tongue was cold, and he was hit with brainfreeze. All Macht could do right now was retain a stoic expression, and it took everything he had to maintain it.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 11, 2016 6:55:20 GMT -5
She is beauty, she is grace.
 she will punch you in the face.
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"Let's play Truth or Dare." She said suddenly, wrapping her coat tightly around her while one of her fingers dangled lightly on the buttons.
"However, we may not back out from a round completely. Doing so would mean that we'll have to take a shot." She walked through the carnival, indifferent to the juxtaposition of cheeriness and wariness about her, indifferent to the whispers and stares at Macht's tremendous build.
Reaching across the booth, she obtained a beer pack with a foreign brand that she had never heard of in her life, and headed toward the car. If Macht didn't follow her, she would turn around and cock her head at him, almost exasperated by his slowness.
"Coming?"
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Post by Macht Stärke on Jan 11, 2016 7:01:37 GMT -5
Macht, at first, figured Ira was offering to play the game with the guy in the booth, and he chuckled lightly. Thinking back on it, truth or dare was the first game he played with her, and the one she won him over with without even trying. Knowing that, he felt the dude in the booth didn't have a chance. So, naturally, it was hard to stifle a small amount of laughter. It wasn't until Ira had already passed him by several yards that he realized she wasn't talking to the guy in the booth at all. His brow cocked and he looked back over to it, only to find the guy speaking with more customers already. He frowned, turning back to look at Ira, and stepped forward just as he asked whether or not he was coming. "Yeah, yeah, I'm a-comin'." The fact they were playing instead actually made him quite chipper, so he shuffled on over to her and draped an arm over her shoulder. "Not even gonna ask why they let someone so young buy beer, but I'll go ahead and start. Truth or dare?" Ira Defaire |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 11, 2016 7:04:15 GMT -5
"Dare." She said confidently, sitting in the shotgun seat of his car. She took a while to get there through bus; she didn't want to risk it once more, and take the bus, for midnight was dawning upon them. Pulling the tight seat belt, she strapped it across herself uncomfortably while keeping her eyes on the road.
"But I'm not jumping out of this car." She stared out of the window, right at the effects of the frigid winds of the night--fallen leaves, trembling fingers, and tousled hair.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Jan 12, 2016 2:03:31 GMT -5
"Fair enough," Macht chuckled, seating himself but not strapping into the seat belt because he's a daredevil. He pulled out of the festival parking lot, musing over what he could possibly dare her to do. His tongue clicked several times before an idea finally dawned on him - to their right laid many vacant vehicles due to the festivities, some of which were motorcycles. So, with this idea in mind, he lightly nudged Ira's left arm with his elbow.
"Have your otter take one of those," he grinned mischievously. If she actually did it, well, that would be freaking hilarious.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Feb 7, 2016 3:14:25 GMT -5
She is beauty, she is grace.
she will punch you in the face.
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Not that she actually knew what that means.
Shaking her head, she pointed her index finger directly at Macht, shaking it slightly in mock disapproval, while she shifted in the shotgun.
Tucking her handphone away in the pocket of her windbreaker, her eyes would sweep the perimeter once more, ensuring that nothing fishy was happening, despite her apparent unease. She didn't know what was going on, but the recent disappearances...
No, she had to focus. She refocused her attention on Macht, and pulled the seatbelt across her, while scruffing her shoe lightly against the floor of his car.
"I'll pick truth, those motorcycles are nothin'."
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 9, 2016 1:16:04 GMT -5
Macht wasn't exactly expecting to have his nose flicked, so he instinctively swatted playfully at her hand. A grin formed on his lips at the finger wag, and his brow cocked. She was really going to pass up on something that could have been hilarious? Now, that was disappointing, and the redhead let out a faux disgruntled "Awww, shit," in response. His fingers rapped on the steering wheel of the vehicle for a bit as he attempted to think of something to ask her for truth. While the engine to the vehicle turned over, he noticed she looked a little troubled, and decided that'd be what he addressed. Macht would keep it light-hearted still, sure, but he was a curious little shit sometimes.
"What's buggin' you? It's not my overwhelming hunkiness, is it?"
The second question was just to tease, as would be evident by the grin he wore. As he waited for a response, Macht began to head out of the parking lot, and he just started driving to nowhere in particular.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Feb 9, 2016 1:29:37 GMT -5
- Macht Stärke - Responding only after she studied the perimeter and ensured that nothing was actually going to happen while she was there, she turned to look at him with a slightly perturbed expression on her face. Her right hand went limp on her thigh while she clasped her hands together, thinking hard. There should be a simple way of explaining things--she'd never like beating about the bush.
"Felix Booker, Jude Liang, and Luna Narcissus went missing." She finally said after a while. She wasn't sure if they were linked to Lightning Gang--she had no knowledge of Jude being a member of Lightning Gang, and she had no idea if he had any contract with Leon that no one was aware of. That being said, Felix's disappearance unnerved her, and Luna...Luna wasn't exactly the closest to her. Saying that she was anxious over the female's disappearance would be a part lie. She wasn't worried about her disappearance specifically; she was worried about the disappearances in general, and if they were interlinked.
Tugging at her jacket once more, she paused to comprehend another precise explanation she could answer him with.
"I don't know what's going on. I'm barely talking to Leon as it is, and Felix hadn't contacted me at all. He wasn't meant to, but at the same time, I haven't seen him around. That is not normal." She said carefully, unsure how much information she could actually divulge to another person that wasn't in Lightning Gang.
"I don't know what to make of Leon, to put it bluntly. I do not know Lightning Gang's ideals, and I am not loyal to them. I'm not going to switch sides, but similarly, I do want to have a certain amount of knowledge, instead of a promotion or two thrown in my face, because I happen to do something that Sudeki agrees with." Her frustration rose slightly, along with her voice.
"I want information. I want knowledge. Thus far, LG granted me nothing but a missing eye from Knuckles, three disappearances that might not be entirely related to them, and leader I could not exactly comprehend--" She paused. "My only partner is Aldritch, someone that screamed and thoroughly enjoyed being embarrassed and annoyed at my presence. I don't know what's going on with his family or his life, but at the same time, I'm a blinded mouse, scampering about frantically unsure if she should ask for information, or forever hold her peace." She said flatly.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 9, 2016 1:40:38 GMT -5
Well, that turned serious quick. Macht's brow furrowed as he drove, taking in every word Ira spoke intently so as to process the information correctly. The disappearances were odd, indeed, but he didn't notice them like she did. This was due to not knowing the ones she mentioned, of course, but he did realize some of his own had gone missing, and the thought that they might be tied in was a little unsettling.
"Jude was at the gang fight, wasn't he? I figured he was with LG from the start," Macht began matter-of-factly. "But they're not the only ones. Paige Weaver and Cedric Kenelm. Vivi, Sarah Crestwell - tons went missing. My lot, I don't particularly care for, but if it's information you want, why don't we, y'know... go and look for it? You'd know where to start better than I would."
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Post by Ira Defaire on Feb 9, 2016 8:51:32 GMT -5
"That." Ira would point a finger at Macht.
"That is why I'm as worried as I am now. There was no trail for me to follow. They simply vanish out of thin air; they were here one day, and the next, I'd never heard a word from them. Their apartments were emptied, shaken free of their presence, and I can't find Fe- I can't find any of them." She slowly improvised.
The dark male that she fretted over might not be worth her time, but the last time she had saw him, he was covered in injuries...
She bit her lip.
"I do not know Jude's...attachments to Lightning Gang." She finally said, her eyes on the road, to ensure that he couldn't see the confusion and slight twinge of anxiety she was feeling. "The most likely explanation that he was in league with Leon all along. Leon is keeping me in the dark, and perhaps it wasn't deliberate on his part, but it is frustrating all the same. What is he doing? What does he want to do?"
She divulged wisps of her suspicion to Macht, but she didn't bounce all her suspicions off him; it would be careless of her to do so, despite the fact that she trusted him more than she would others. Slowly, and painstakingly, she was piecing up a story, bit by bit, about Leon, about LG, and none of it actually made sense.
The Hallows disappeared. She couldn't care less. However, it was easy to know that they had some connections with Leon, that ran deeper than simple friendship. They looked at him with wariness, Allen was apologetic, Aaron was wary, and Phoebe...well, there was nothing remotely impressionable about Phoebe, aside from the fact that she seemed to mindlessly follow her family about, nod whenever they do, and cry feebly whenever she should.
Assuming if they did share some animosity with Leon, there was only so many ways of fixing animosities; secrets, lies, or honesty. If it was the first, both sides had their fair share of secrets. If it was the second, they had lied to Leon. That was unlikely, and falling upon the third possibility, Ira was forced to conclude that they simply shared a friendship with him, bonded over secrets, that they needed their family to be placed in danger before they left.
It was however, partially her fault. Ira squinted at the headlights of the passing cars. She was too bloodthirsty then--she was determined to fight, and in doing so, she resulted in a lost eye, and the abandonment of LG on the Hallows' part.
None of that linked to Felix, Jude or Luna.
"Leon might be hiding something." She finally said.
What it was, she did not know. Knowing him, he might be trying to protect someone out of righteousness. However, if he wanted to protect them, he would have trained them; would have forced them to be stronger versions of themselves. Was he hiding something for himself? Was he diseased with some fatal illness that he refused to divulge?
No, she was making connections that were hitting nothing but a faint air of mockery. Even so, he had acted strangely. He approached Shugo, but he knew Alexei was there, he should know--
Leon was hunting someone down. Leon was attempting to find someone to murder, and it was someone that wronged him. It was disorienting him, forcing him to lose sight of his own reality. He was seeking something, and--
Ira paused.
That's when her mind truly ran into a wall, and snapped into two.
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