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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 Kyou Kobayashi on Dec 23, 2015 21:41:27 GMT -5
A weekend, one of the days after a week where students often got time to their selves, to play video games, hang out with friends, read, go to parties, or whatever else Kyou would have no idea about. Typically he'd be working on projects or dispatch missions--though sometimes he did that after school, anyway. But since his return after a particularly long "project", he'd come back to many new and, frankly, upsetting things. There were many new students to the school, which he always had mixed feelings about, but he felt a sort of sadness to see that some people had gone... missing. Many just stayed in the shadows, moved, got released, or something of that nature to explain their absence at school, but Kyou knew unfortunately that was not the case for someone else at the school that he'd felt... particularly fond of.
He'd heard it everywhere, and many had their own mixed feelings about it. Some were upset, many didn't care... and others showed enough audacity to not only not care, but to try to take her place. The boy hid it well under his blank expression, but he was furious. Furious at whoever had done it, furious at himself for not being there, furious that it happened in the first place. "I wish something could have been done. But she's so strong, even if I'd been there I doubt I could have stopped it," he thought as he walked into the small flower shop. The young boy would pick out a small bouquet of light-colored flowers before paying the cashier and leaving the store, tucking the flowers under one arm as he walked down the street, only to end up somewhere he never thought he'd see himself.
A graveyard. Certainly, he was familiar enough with seeing death--almost constantly, even. But he had purposely never let someone get close to him because in the scenario that they died, or he died, he didn't want anyone to be hurt... not them, and not himself. It's one of the many reasons he tried so hard not to let himself have friends. But yet, he failed at that mission. Steven was his friend... and though his relationship with her had been an odd one, Kyou considered Zoe to be his friend, too... and yet, the one time he decided to start letting people in, she turned up dead. And he had mixed feelings about it, feelings he was almost ashamed of. He was angry at it all, and he felt like he should have no reaction to her death. That he should care, but not show anything because of how used to it he was. But it was different. They might not have been very close, but he still cared about her and thought of her as a sort of friend and... it didn't feel quite the same way that it did when a stranger died. It was someone that he actually had known. Someone he actually cared about, even if they seemed to get on each-other's nerves.
So despite how he thought he shouldn't show any emotions to it, Kyou was... sad, at the loss. He could have had some relief to know his secret died with her, but there seemed to be no good in any of it. Ultimately, he felt horrible. He'd cared about her, she was pretty nice, she helped him out on a project or two, she gave him some advice... and she was brave and strong, and Kyou felt there was nothing good about her passing on. She had so much to offer, and it was thoughts like that which made him wish bringing people back from the dead were possible, but he knew there was absolutely no way.
He would walk down the street and approach the graveyard, looking over at all of the granite and limestone headstones. The boy would take the flowers he'd gotten and held them in his hands as he then walked about the area, searching for the name of the student who had died not too long ago. He felt the least he could do was apologize and give some respects to the dead, even if she couldn't hear. Hell, he had no idea if there was even such thing as an afterlife or whatever else, anyway. And he'd never quite done something like this before, so he wasn't sure what was the appropriate thing to do. Flowers seemed like it was alright, though. Even if she did or did not like him, he still thought of her as a friend so there was nothing wrong with bringing flowers for her, right?
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Maybe I Should Cry For Help. Maybe I Should Kill Myself.
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Post by Liv Carole on Jan 15, 2016 18:34:23 GMT -5
Liv had known from the moment her feet began to walk her aimlessly there was only one destination her muscles would remember. They stepped over soft moss and dirt, her living body floating above the dead six feet under. Her heart was staggering, stumbling to drop down in front of the grave and weep. In the meantime, it bumped into mausoleums and pillars, shoving off of them just to crash into another. Sinking down to her knees, the girl breathed out a heavy breath that had been weighing on her chest the entire journey. Shakily, her fingers brushed against the headstone, rubbing the engravings.
A husband. A son. Father, brother. Friend. Caretaker. Unfaithful, Manipulative, Abusive...
Liv struggled to breathe around the tears streaming from her eyes. She didn't know this man. She didn't recognize the name or where she was. Strange incidents happened like this, and she just didn't know why. But they hurt. Liv's emotions would surge to the surface, choking her and forcing themselves to be felt. It was never the same gravestone, but never a new one either. A different reaction for every grave. Unusual emotions for each. For now, Liv's shoulders shook in violent tremors, hand pressed to her mouth in hopes of muffling her heartbroken sobs.
Isadora. Isadora. I promise that you'll never be lonely.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Jan 17, 2016 19:36:21 GMT -5
Kyou turned his gaze when he felt a disturbance in the atmosphere. No, not quite a disturbance... but rather, another presence. He'd glance over to see a young woman--probably a high-school student if he didn't know any better--knelt at a grave. Kyou could only assume that she was visiting the grave of a loved one who'd passed on, at least, that's all he could assume from first glance. He would glance at the grave he'd been visiting before returning his attention to the girl.
Were people supposed to be reacting this way while visiting the graves of those who had passed on? Perhaps Kyou was just heartless after all... but perhaps he wasn't. She'd been bawling her eyes out and, as much as Kyou wished to stay out of someone else's business, he couldn't help but to wonder if she was alright. Her sobs seemed hysterical and he couldn't help but to think it wasn't exactly natural. He would kneel down and take one of the flowers from the bouquet he'd gotten for Zoe, before heading over to the girl and kneeling down next to her.
"Are you alright?" He questioned, holding the flower up for her as though to try bringing her comfort. Kyou wasn't really good at comforting crying girls--so far as he'd been able to tell, anyway--but perhaps the light-colored flower would be able to do at least a little.
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Post by Liv Carole on Jan 18, 2016 23:18:16 GMT -5
While Liv's mind alerted her to the voice, the only thing she truly registered was the flower offered to her. The petals instantly captivated her, stopping the open faucet of her sobs. Tracing the delicate stem and open blossom, it seemed very fragile and beautiful for such a cruel world. Liv's hand twitched slightly wanting to hold it gently in her hand-
And crush it.
It's deadly resemblance to a figure long gone from her past brought nothing but utter loathing and condescending to the surface. Finally able to breathe through the storm of emotion, the usual dry emotions she normally felt were driftwood in the sea of despair. Looking up at the boy with her still wet eyes, she only gave him a completely disarmed and confused look. Turning away sharply, she rubbed her eyes with her sleeve, appearing to gather herself together before attempting to speak.
"That flower... it's beautiful. What is it?"
Liv didn't look up to him, rather speaking at the grave as she tried to calm the flying impulses and urges thrumming in her veins. Each one whispered in her ear, digging harsh nails into her shoulder. They were all her mother's voice, pushing forward desires that were not her own. Inwardly, a moan of agony sounded, Liv trying to clamp a hand over her ears and silence the travesty. The buzzing in the back of her mind quieted momentarily, the dead falling back into rest. She no longer had to stiffen and wait for their ghosts to pass over her.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Jan 31, 2016 16:35:59 GMT -5
Kyou paused as she asked what sort of flower it was. Truth be told, Kyou didn't really think she cared. The slight tremor of her voice, the drying tears on her eyelashes. The way her body was tense and yet she dodged the question he'd asked: she probably just wanted to change the subject. Kyou wouldn't be surprised if she didn't want any comfort or any help--a lot of people didn't seem to be interested in receiving assistance. But, at least he had tried.
"I'm not entirely sure," he said, truthfully. Of course he was a smart boy, but flowers weren't really his forte, so to speak. He looked at the flower and said, "I think they're white cosmos. But, I'm no flower expert." He paused, looking at the young woman.
Was she grieving? Was she filled with rage? Confusion? A thousand emotions seemed to be eating away at her, and yet Kyou had difficulty understanding them exactly. But then, that was to be expected. He wasn't, after all, very experienced with emotions to begin with. He hardly felt them himself, and he hardly considered himself as having them. So it was a challenge to understand other people's feelings. Or rather, feeling in themselves. He could understand loss and pain as well as anyone else, and he could be empathetic in that way. But still, people who showed so much emotion were a mystery to him.
He understood why people conveyed their feelings, and he was able to tell when someone was faking emotions, as well. But yet, despite how much he knew about such things, there was still something... missing. He couldn't quite explain it, for all the pieces seemed to be there. Perhaps all he was lacking was experience--he knew the how's and why's all too well.
And alas, there the two were. The girl who seemed to be consumed by strong emotions that were quaking her very being, and the boy who was unsure how to express emotions at the loss of one of his few friends. The two seemed to be polar opposites, and yet, there was no reason for Kyou to not reach out to her, even if she was so wildly different to himself.
Kyou knew that she was upset--even though now she made an attempt to hide it. He understood that. And she didn't seem to want to talk about it, so he felt that perhaps the least he could do was to get her mind off of the situation--at least until she felt at a better state of mind. "My name is Kyou," he said after a short while. "What's yours? If you don't mind my asking..."
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Post by Liv Carole on Feb 17, 2016 21:11:17 GMT -5
Liv was tired, and didn't have much of an urge to peel the boy named Kyou apart. Certainly there would be multiple layers, many pieces to pick through, discard and keep, sort and change, but that was all time-consuming and an utterly patience requiring task. So, she decided to smile softly at the sound of the flowers' names, whether or not it proved to be the correct name (Liv wasn't one much for flowers either), her eyes slowly mapping the ridges of the dirt. The smile slowly withered away, a heavy sigh coming forth from Liv. She wasn't even grieving. At this point the action was so mundane it was exhausting. Not even one to experience emotions on a daily basis such overwhelming episodes were- daunting.
"My name.. is Liv. Liv Carole. Tell me, Kyou, do you know who this man is?"
Liv finally looked up to the boy who had been so kind to come over to her during quite an ugly session. Maybe one day he would come to lament the kindness that was associated with human nature. Liv certainly had. And while one might claim that she had surpassed the human realm, a being incapable of acting if not the driving motive behind it solely being logic, or maybe even deficit, a handicap, disability, something refusing to allow her to partake in life's daily enjoyments, Liv found herself to be of the perfect mindset to comprehend the one mission left in her life. Seduce. Consume. Destroy.
"Kyou I tend to suffer delusional episodes, and sometimes I think that these people within the graves were once significant in my life. Naturally, I have no memories of them, and even so, they seem so prominent to me. It seems I've bothered you with my grandiose display of a hallucinatory episode."
Liv waved her hand lazily, giving him an embarrassed grin to follow. Her demeanor was utterly cheerful, but the girl was completely emotionless within. She had no more interest in the situation, the longer she remained by the grave the more anger stirred in the back of her chest. But why? The episodes compelled her to return to this exact spot, never without a single clue besides the man's name. The frustration mounted the more frequently they occurred, sending Liv into a spiral of confusion and annoyance. If fear was even existent for her, maybe she should've felt it.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Feb 24, 2016 20:26:27 GMT -5
"No, I don't know who he is," Kyou answered truthfully when the young lady then proceeded to explain the situation. Kyou listened and gave subtle nods as she spoke, registering what she said and acknowledging that he did so. After she finished, he was quiet for a short while before saying, "Well, it's alright. Besides, it didn't hurt anyone, now did it? So you don't really need to apologize... everyone has their own burdens to bear. Some people show extreme emotions over delusions, and others show no emotions to reality." He shrugged. "Who am I to get upset at you for that?"
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