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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 Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 9:39:35 GMT -5
The stage doors were shut; as were the side doors, but they were currently unlocked. The lights were on.
The place?
Well, the place was dusty from disuse when she first got here after attempting to chase the two powerful men that had attacked the school for no apparent reason. They had somehow disappeared and even she couldn't keep up to them, which was certainly odd as she had had no issues keeping up an tracking them before.
But any irritation she was feeling had since evaporated.
She had slipped what looked to be a lab coat over her normal clothes while she dusted and cleaned the nooks and crannies the janitor had neglected. Instead of smelling somewhat musty, a lemon scent now permeated the air to a pleasant degree, and the shell she used to protect her pants and shirt had been shed to rest on the back of a chair along with a wallet. Somewhere in the back, a melody played, soothing and quiet.
There was a purpose for the music being so soft. Kyrie emerged from the storage room with a small box and would briskly step onto the piano bench, lifting and propping the upright's top before gingerly stepping onto the elevated rest that music books and other such things could be propped upon.
Being so tiny meant she couldn't comfortably reach with the tuning tools she had from the ground. So, she set to work, restoring the piano that had been neglected, and hoping it wouldn't need work outside of a tuning to polish its sound.
A twist, a slight pull and she held her hands still to lift one flat-covered foot to press her toe against, and press down, the middle C, a look of fine concentration in her eyes as she listened to detect the subtleties so she knew which way to tune the magnificent beast that was such an incredible teaching tool and instrument.
She looked back into the piano and began making her adjustments.
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Post by Levi Kayamei on Feb 6, 2015 16:45:06 GMT -5
Levi exited the orchestra room, waving goodbye into the room behind him after having just finished an extra rehearsal session with a few other members. The orchestra teacher expected a lot of them and was not above letting you know when you weren’t living up to your potential. It really seemed like she had their best interests at heart, something that could not be said about every teacher at the school. Fortunately for Levi, his group was comprised of many of the more talented and, more importantly, more motivated individuals in the class. This made each session productive and enjoyable which made for a good distraction from the usual chaos that ran rampant through the halls.
Now let’s see if the janitor left the door unlocked today…
Levi was referring the gym in this case. Normally, the school faculty was supposed to make sure the gym was inaccessible after hours as it was an actually a pretty nice gym and if it was nice and it was in this school, you could bet on someone wrecking it pretty quickly. Levi had quickly noticed since arriving at #552 that sometimes, they forgot to lock the doors or perhaps didn’t care that day. Whatever the reason, Levi loved the times he could get in after school. The high ceilings and flat walls made for good practice as the echoes from the gym provided information he wouldn’t normally get to such a degree. Of course, what he was truly after was the stage area that was behind the large panel doors at the end of the gym.
He walked briskly through the halls, a messenger bag at this side and a cello inside of a hard, green rolling case tugged along behind him. He wasn’t exactly quiet, but hopefully anyone that saw him would leave him alone and assume he was just going home. He approached the doors of the gym and softly tried them to avoid making too much noise. They opened with a small clank that would inevitably echo through the gym. He smiled as he entered the gym.
Success!
He shut the door as quietly as possible and made his way across the gym, to one of the side doors to the stage area. Assuming there was no longer a need for stealth; he casually opened the side door and rolled his cello in behind him, stopping for a moment as he looked to the stage to see a small girl apparently tuning the poor neglected piano. It was odd to see anyone else here this late, but he assumed it was another student, he certainly didn’t recognize her from this distance. He walked onto the stage and set his bag and cello down before walking up to the girl leaning into the piano with a friendly smile on his face.
“I hate to bother you, but is there any chance I can practice here tonight?”
The golden rule was generally “first come first serve” when it came to good practice spots, but his recital was coming up and he really wanted to get all of the practice he could manage. He didn’t necessarily want the girl to leave, but if she was planning to practice, it would cause issues for his plans for tonight.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 8, 2015 2:11:25 GMT -5
When Levi spoke to the woman, he would notice she did not react, not in the slightest. Her eyes would not move to address him, her hands would not even continue what they were previously doing. Her chest would stop moving, as if her breathing had halted. Then, it would become painfully obvious that there was absolutely no sound, and it would be as if time itself had stopped on Levi. From the moment he'd entered the building, a black mist began to make its way through the air vents, and it would collect so thickly near the ceiling of the auditorium that it would almost be impossible not to notice it.
"Kayamei."
Suddenly, a loud, booming voice would pierce the silence, one name uttered with such intensity that it would have shaken most people down to their very core. The black mist at the ceiling pooled together, swirling down toward the stage, eventually making a shape. In time, a dark, hooded figure of immense stature would appear, standing at least two feet taller than Levi himself did.
"We have come. Do not resist us."
A rough, shadowy hand would be pulled from the figure's cloak, and it would reach for Levi's forehead. Should is touch him, he would feel a jolt of pain through his body so intense that it would render him unconscious.
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Post by Levi Kayamei on Feb 8, 2015 4:27:13 GMT -5
Levi's brow rose as he received no response, quickly noticing that she had stopped moving entirely.
What the hell?
He took a step back and looked around as he noticed the black mist filling the room. Poison? Possibly, but he was breathing with no trouble, but that wasn't necessarily a good sign. He needed to get out, now. He turned and ran to the door, but to no avail as it would not budge. As he looked back to the stage, he saw the hooded figure forming. It didn't take a genius to figure out that this was death, or at the very least, it was supposed to be. Always the skeptic, Levi would not believe that this could possibly be an actual apparition without more evidence and so his conclusion: this was someone's idea of a joke, a very poorly timed joke. He walked up to the being as it finished forming, anger on his face, but as he opened his mouth to speak, the being's booming voice shook the room and the young Asian.
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His body froze as fear took hold. It was more from the surprise, but as much as he wanted to deny this creature, a part of him had already succumbed to it. He shook as the creature reached out to touch his forehead.
move...mooooove!!!....MOOOOOOVEE!!!!!!
Too late, before he could will himself to move, the creature's hand had touched him.
"AAAAAAAHHH!!!!!"
Lights out....
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 8, 2015 4:30:13 GMT -5
In only a short moment, Levi's body and the dark figure would disappear. The black mist would leave through the vents it entered from, and then, time would seem to resume. The woman at the piano would never have even known anyone had come in, and the security cameras in the auditorium would not have picked Levi up. There was merely static from the moment he entered till the moment he was taken.
It was like he was never there.
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Post by Saya Shinrai on Feb 8, 2015 16:20:04 GMT -5
And as the mist faded, in walked Saya!
She looked around, noticing the teacher at the piano. She stuck her hands in the pockets of his coat, walking up onto the stage and peeking around the curtains. She stared for several seconds, waiting as she adjusted things. Waiting...for the music to start, silently observing. She herself was somewhat of a musician but...it wasn't like the teacher would know it.
She crouched, unaware of the events that just transpired a few moments ago.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2015 16:42:11 GMT -5
Completely unaware of what had transpired around her, the blonde continued to work on tuning the piano. She lightly pressed the C key with her toe again, head quirked to the side a little, eyes closed but not clenched. Better, nearly done.
She made a few more adjustments, knee bending a little and extending to press the key a little more frequently to fine-tune. Apparently satisfied, she crouched where she was and used her fingers to trail up along the keys, not actually playing anything aside from a few random notes here and there.
With a nod, she straightened to lower the top back into place, protecting the upright's interior. To the bench, and then floor she went, unaware and unwary that she might have guests or visitors, even after hours. The urge to play was there, and she glanced to see what other work she would have to do. The two storage rooms - one more an office combination (thank goodness) so she would have somewhere private to work - were next on her list to clean and salvage what she could from them. There were drums and other percussion instruments in the one just behind the wall the piano was situated on, and she hoped there would be more, otherwise.
She really had to come up with a plan on how to equip students with an instrument and have them responsible for it.
'Later, for now this is priority.'
Still...the piano obviously hadn't been touched for some time. So, with a fond smile, she gave in and sat down, feet finding the pedals and her spine softly straight, hands hovering over the keys. She soon decided to default back to her reigning favourite, but would go no further than the where the first movement ended.
The notes of Moonlight Sonata welled up and over the very muted sounds from the player at the back of the room that had only been supplying some background noise to work to.
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Post by Saya Shinrai on Feb 9, 2015 12:58:51 GMT -5
Saya's eyes lit up at the sounds she knew so well. She stepped forward as the blonde played, walking up behind the older teacher and watching her hands move on the piano. She didn't say anything through the whole song, just watching as the notes traveled and bounced around the room. As/when it ended, she spoke.
"That was beautiful. I didn't think anyone here could play Beethoven."
She kept her face neutral, but underneath she was a bit giddy- that song was brilliant, and probably one of her favorites.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2015 13:15:06 GMT -5
Saya would note that while the blonde kept her body quiet with any movement minimal, her arms right down to her fingers were fluid in motion. Very well practiced, with excellent posture. She may have had smaller hands than most, but she also had a smaller body than most as well, and her fingers were slender and fairly long.
She didn't seem surprised at the end, when Saya spoke. Her footsteps were quiet and nearly lost beneath the now-resonant voice the piano held, but the blonde just caught it at the fringe of her hearing and with an awareness of someone at her back.
So the blonde turned in place, one leg rising to rest against the bench only momentarily before she would stand.
"Thank you~" She didn't seem to be embarrassed at being caught playing, and took the compliment for what it was, looking into Saya's eyes directly. The girl's face betrayed no pleasure, but her words were highly appreciative; what did her eyes say? "Beethoven and I are old friends. Moonlight Sonata remains my firm favourite even to this day. Do you play..?"
Perhaps she did, piano or otherwise. Or perhaps she was just appreciative of classical music. Either way, though Kyrie was largely neutral, there was a slight tinge of unmistakeable warmth and a certain open quality she held, right now.
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Post by Saya Shinrai on Feb 21, 2015 15:44:38 GMT -5
"Not as often as I would like."
Music was a beautiful stress reliever. Not that she had very much of it, but Saya found herself not having as much time as she would like. She didn't prioritize music very much; perhaps she could take a class? Saya knew there were many students who would wield an instrument as it should, and not as a weapon.
"...do you teach the arts at this school?"
She was curious.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 16:55:48 GMT -5
Hmm...
Kyrie tipped her head in invitation. But, people weren't mind-readers, so she supplied her thoughts with a quiet smile: "Well, she is tuned up and ready to go. Feel free, if you would like, any time."
It was quite possible the young woman wasn't comfortable playing with others.
The follow up question had the smile lingering a little.
"I teach the art of music, yes. My name is Kyrie Barrial. And you are..?"
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Post by Saya Shinrai on Feb 22, 2015 3:48:19 GMT -5
"Ah-... I don't play in front of people."
Not anymore.
"Saya Shinrai."
Normally, the conversation for Saya would have ended there. She would have thanked Ms. Barrial for the music and would have taken her leave to go on patrol. Instead, Saya sat down on the piano bench beside the teacher and...
"Could you play another piece?"
Music always seemed to be a remedy to the troubled souls. Was Saya troubled? Maybe. Or maybe she just liked music.
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