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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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Freedom is Just Another Type Of Imprisonment. (Open)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2016 18:31:26 GMT -5
notes:「ヴィンセントは、アイスクリームの上に私はツンデレを呼び出したとき、私は覚えています。」 @tagged words: Some | Even by looking at the area superficially, it was obvious had the worst of the damage if one were to exclude the school currently in a state of shambles.
Noriko had little knowledge of the exact details, but she heard from reliable sources that a gang war of sorts had taken place mere weeks before her transfer. Pfft, not that someone else's word is needed to make such an inference. It's a fairly easy puzzle to assemble, with a clear end result.
Rei took a couple glances around the school grounds as well as the surrounding district in her free time. "It's like a prison here." She thought to herself in utter silence.
The only way to leave the grounds would be to have permission from the head of the Apostles. That wasn't likely to happen anytime soon. "Gregoire Girard." Noriko muttered as she began too sit down on a rather large rock. Attempting to escape without permission would be tantamount to becoming a happy masochist, so that was out of the question as well.
At times like these, Noriko tends to remember the life at her last school. She had good friends. Like Vincent, Keiko, maybe even Jerry.
Her eyes began to tear up, despite telling herself she's frustrated rather than sad, or even lonely. What went wrong? Her arm quickly went up to meet her eyes, soaking up the many shameful sorrows the tears brought with them. What happened to the cheerful brat she used to be? It seems as though she's beginning to push others away more and more as life goes on like this, with this false freedom she's managed to achieve. It's Not What You Think |
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Post by Liv Carole on Jan 12, 2016 20:58:10 GMT -5
Liv smelled the dust of concrete and stone, grimacing to herself. Was this her life now? It seemed sufficient. Liv had never been one of good moral or upright standing. This prison was meant for people like her. The ones with no intention of righting the error of their ways. She was right where she needed to be.
"Ah, but it appears not everyone is thrilled with the recent interior design."
Stepping over to a crying girl, Liv sighed to herself. She hated women. More than men actually. Finicky creatures that got in the way of her antics. But if there was one thing she absolutely despised over any other thing in this shitty world, it was allowing a man to take advantage of a female. With the crying girl who looked oh so defenseless, Liv plopped down beside her on the rock. Tucking her knees up to her chest, the girl stared at the thin traffic passing back and forth of various thugs that cast glances over to the two females. Liv glowered at them, knowing her aura would be enough to make them continue walking off.
"Of all the places to cry, why would you choose in the middle of some unsanctioned area?"
Liv spoke in a bored tone, but she was pretty irritated with the girl. Idiots like this, they were the reason why a public high school was transforming New York into a hazard zone. Turn into mindless drones, passing out loyalty like fundraisers. They'll do anything for anyone who swoons them. Liv rubbed her pounding head, feeling physically ill but mentally sharp for the first time in a long time.
"Well whatever, just ignore me. Cry now why you can, there isn't a guarantee you'll be able to after the war starts." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2016 21:46:55 GMT -5
notes:「私は？Cは、泣いている？してください！" @tagged words: Some | Noriko was utterly oblivious to the orange haired girl approaching until she said words that stabbed at Rei subconsciously as she quickly jumped up and wiped away any tears she could before turning to face the newcomer.
"I-i wasn't crying or anything! That would be weird in a rundown place like this."
That aside, one word lunged a feeling of uneasiness into Noriko's being as well.
That word was war. "Wait, what war?" She quickly pieced things together. It must have to do with the last great battle of New York.
"You mean to say another gang war is starting?" It wasn't exactly an event Noriko wanted to be around for, meaning she needed to find a way out of the district as soon as possible, or she may wind up in something way above her jurisdiction.
She's been through enough plights however, that Rei can easily say she wouldn't back down in the middle of such a catastrophe.
But that's enough wondering for now, there was a person in front of her, and she may know something of significance. It's Not What You Think |
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Post by Liv Carole on Jan 13, 2016 18:39:16 GMT -5
Liv turned, bending her hand at the wrist in a helpless gesture. Was this girl serious? This wasn't hard to piece together. A fierce tremor shook her body, fingers twitching in their extended position. Liv withdrew her hand to smooth through her hair, blowing out a breath. The only reason she wasn't tying this girl up and auctioning her off like cattle was because she was too sick.
"Oh yeah you haven't heard? It's going to be a bloodbath, anarchy! Riots in the streets, gangs pitting themselves against each other. If you aren't valuable they'll probably sell you on the black market. Men will run this place as a communism- only it's a patriarchy. Crying like this.. tsk it's going to get you raped and if you're lucky they'll kill you. Oh but if not, then they'll drag you back into some deplorable shithole and then you're the slave for the entire gang."
Liv waved her hands around dramatically, sometimes leaning in close to the girl for effect. It was a load of bullshit, she was just trying to scare the girl. The actual war was between society and the delinquents cast out by that society. A revolution. Which of course, consisted of non-peaceful measures to accomplish it. Liv wanted to laugh out loud. What would they even do when gunfire was opened for crowd control? Would their bonds save them then? No, Liv was content to sit on the sidelines and preserve herself.
"Tell you what cutie, with a face like that and a little bit of elbow grease maybe you can score with a gang leader. How's that? Protection with a bit of service on the side. I mean, it'll keep you alive."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2016 19:37:03 GMT -5
notes:「それは私がまだ、これはすべての滞納学校とされて、変質者のために監視する必要があり、言いました。" @tagged words: Plenty! | Noriko just sat there in awe at how confident the girl was in her words as she rambled on and on about the sex trade or something.
This girl was obviously full of herself, according to the record breaking amount ludicrous statements that had already been made in the most dramatic and ostentatious of ways. It made Noriko sick.
The mention of a gang leader however, sparked much of Noriko's interest as well.
"Your so full of it. Although that did give me an idea." It might be worthwhile to have a little talk with these heads of power. Maybe one of them can get her connects to the Apostle's leader, getting Rei ever closer to leaving the district.
As much of a pain it was to talk to this stranger, she had a few more questions in need of hopefully accurate answers.
"Would you personally know any of these gang leaders by any chance?"
Noriko was interested in finding out what kind of "exquisite" answer she was going to receive next. It's Not What You Think |
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Post by Liv Carole on Jan 13, 2016 21:21:57 GMT -5
Liv gave the girl a grin that was all teeth, more of an animal baring its fangs in warning. Her patience was very thin, stretched by her physical sickness. Tipping her head back she laughed, using her hand to shake out her hair on her scalp. The girl wasn't completely hopeless yet. She caught bullshit but was clueless about surroundings. Liv decided to not be understanding of her situation. There wasn't anything she'd get out of it. In fact, her legs were cramping from being idle for so long. Stretching her legs out, Liv cast a neutral side glance at the girl before squinting her eyes to scrutinize her.
"Hm. Did you transfer to Public High School #552? It's the only explanation why you wouldn't have been evacuated with the civilians. Damn, the system really screwed you over. How'd a doll like you end up behind these walls?"
Liv felt another tremor rush through her body. Standing up abruptly, the girl looked back down at the other. Rubbing both hands over her face, she struggled to calm her tensing body. Sober was a state she did not want to be in. Frowning to herself slightly as she spoke, Liv wondered why she was actually offering this girl explanations. With Apostles crawling the streets, murder and riots on every corner, pity was almost forming in Liv for the girl. Don't do it Fleur, you'll regret it.
"No gang wars. Revolution. Yes, I know people but no one I care for. Why? You seeking refuge? They'd take you, as long as you're useful. You just... got to get a bit more street smart is all." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2016 8:18:15 GMT -5
notes:"私は....名前があったイチゴヨーグルトを信じます」 @tagged words: Plenty! | She mentioned the evacuation of civilians. Noriko remembered hearing that many civilians were trapped in anyway, now forced to be residents of District #552.
What kind of dictator would let this happen?
The lady then asked why Noriko was even at such a ruthless district. She decided to ignore her comment about being a doll..for now.
"It's pretty long and uninteresting story, so I doubt you really want to hear it. Let's just say I was forced into a similar school before this on certain complications and circumstances."
The girl went on. A revolution, she said. So the students did this? They really seem to only be worsening their situation. How pitiful, Rei thought. Although she would never say that out loud, especially considering her own sad situation.
From the sounds of it, this girl seemed to be somewhat of a loner. Suddenly, a word came to her mind. Ah yes,she must be Tsundere. At least, that's what most of her past associates would say.
The girl wanted to know why. Why was Noriko so interested in the current situation? It wasn't refuge, Noriko knew how to take care of herself.
"Actually, I need to speak with the leader of the Apostles. That's the only person who can grant me permission to leave the district, even if it's only for a short while."
There's a certain someone she needs to meet. Because he knows the truth...the whole truth. It's Not What You Think |
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Post by Liv Carole on Jan 14, 2016 23:02:57 GMT -5
OoC: Haha! I love that you called her a tsundere! It would be true, except for her past paints her to be a yandere instead xD Good assumption though because that's what she's supposed to appear as c: Liv almost choked at the girl's words. Oh had she missed the earlier demonstrations of power? Of course she did, Liv did find her crying on a rock. Snapping herself out of gaping openly at the girl who was either suicidal or stupid, Liv considered the cards laying out in front of her. There was always the escape card kept in her back pocket to which Liv would up and ditch everything, making ends meet on her own. And yet, there were so many other interesting things she had been dealt in this hand. Liv pondered the options. Take this girl to the leader of the Apostles, risk death or cult-ish conversion, or introduce her to a few stronghold leaders amongst the rebelling students. Liv laughed aloud, tipping her head back and planting her hands on her hips.
"Not to burst your bubble, but no one's leaving here. When there are actual protestations happening outside these walls demanding our execution, we're all on trial. Not even in normal society do they let prisoners ask for temporary leave when on death row. Everyone here's been given a life sentence. Our best bet is to stage a jail break. At least.. that's what the logical answer is."
Liv took a moment to smirk, wondering if this girl had some pretty shitty luck. It didn't take a genius to realize that they had come across a dangerous person. Liv had to put conscious effort into not letting her predatory side trigger others. But if she came face to face with the Apostle leader... Could she do it? Why was that even a question? Of course she could. Letting the airs around her drop momentarily when she smiled at the girl decisively, Liv allowed her aura to flare up before suppressing it again.
It smelled like killing intent and blood was smeared across her hands. Isadora struggled to breathe with the amount of adrenaline replacing her oxygen. Another one. There had been another one. Crying out in strangled moans of agony, Isadora sank to her knees, begging herself to forget it all. End the mutilations, the impulses. To forget about the deaths lingering in her shadow. This wasn't her fault.
"Sure. I have a question I need to ask the leader actually. But, house rules: Can't provide service without your name first." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 4:38:31 GMT -5
notes:「ええええと、一種の長い話を死亡しました。」 @tagged words: Plenty! | Noriko sat there in a stunned sort of awe.
More out of disappointment however.
"It sounds like the students here really know how to tick the authorities off." She would mumble.
The girl continued her explanation of the situation, all until the point Noriko grew tired of it.
"It's not logical at all. I'm not all "pro-pacifist" or anything, but violence is kinda the problem here. From student's point of "logic", we have one choice:Start a rebellion and escape.
Think, even if we managed to escape death-row, then the authorities will be looking for us anywhere we go. And according to Article 4, section 2 of the constitution, fleeing to another state isn't exactly an option.
Escape the country, sure, but does everyone really want to do that?"
Noriko sighed before mumbling; "I'm used to death-row anyway, I mean I already died once."
The girl then asked for a name. Noriko replied with; "it's Noriko, Noriko Rei. And you are?" It's Not What You Think |
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Post by Liv Carole on Jan 15, 2016 18:15:19 GMT -5
Liv looked at the girl in mild surprise before giving her a sharp grin. That was right exactly. Liv's thought process was more varied, but more or less on the same track. The point was: There was nowhere left to go. Reformation was an absolute must at this point. But she'd observed her fair share of actual PHS #552 students and learned if anything was shared in common it was their defiance. The upcoming war would be nothing but a bloodbath created from indignants and rebellion. To bite the hand that feeds, it was an often frowned upon act in every culture.
"Noriko Rei? What language is its origin?"
Liv found herself curious of something she didn't know, eager to soak in as much information as possible. Shaking herself, she realized that she was ignoring the real question here. What was actually the logical choice in this situation?
"Hm but wouldn't you also agree that if you factor in the emotion of these rebelling students, how they see their actions is also logical? In my opinion, fighting escalates the situation, so yes, I agree. But if you're here, then some walk of life has really taken a shit on you. Some of them are bitter, angry, a little bit insane, but mostly absolutely refusing to bow to another power. This isn't a war of rioting. It's a revolution of people like us."
Liv wanted to go on, frustrated that the girl wasn't understanding. How did she not see? Everyone within these walls were majorly cast out by society. Even the ones left behind! Look how quickly society turned its back on the blemished or flawed children who were only products of the same society. It was infuriating. Liv was strangely... defensive. She didn't like it. I don't care. I'm not involved. They can do whatever. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 23:22:41 GMT -5
notes:私"のプロセス" "長い話もあります...」 @tagged words: Plenty! | What's the language origin? What a strange question. The answer was obviously Japanese, but the girl seemed to ignore Noriko's returned question, so she had a feeling that it wouldn't be entirely rude to ignore hers as well.
Fortunately, the girl moved on quickly and was back on track in no time.
She mentioned "logical". No, Rei knew most didn't see the actions as logical, but more as their only option in a time of strict rules and regulations such as this.
Noriko took a serious, but slightly hurt expression. "I know that. Don't act like I'm not familiar with the feeling. You don't even know me, or what I am."
Noriko figured it wouldn't be just to barge right in on the apostle leader. The best plan of action would be to ask for a meeting during the next major event of the school.It might be dangerous however. It's Not What You Think |
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Post by Liv Carole on Jan 18, 2016 23:04:33 GMT -5
Liv felt her patience start to tick when the girl began acting well- childish. She was half tempted to mock her and see if she liked the feeling as well. Despite having no reason to be kind to this girl whatsoever, even after extending offers to her, Noriko insisted on acting like she was five. A high maintenance five year old, but a damn persistent one. Liv thought obligation was too strong a word, but she was most certainly feeling something along those lines. How... odd. Dropping her demeanor from exhausted to slowly twirling long strands of hair around her finger, she stared at Noriko for almost a disturbing amount of time, completely expressionless, before speaking.
"If you know why are you trying to escape? What use are you outside the walls? You say you understand the feelings of those around us, but honestly you've done nothing but ramble in a similar sense to the Apostles. I'm not the easiest of people to get along with, I realize, but you.. are very disillusioning."
While Liv appeared to have taken another one eighty on her personality yet again, she was completely unaware of it. Instead, there was a pressure forcing her to pin the squirming girl down and pry a real objective out of her, not shifty words and vague objectives. For one to go from crying to scorning those who fought and then claiming to side with them, Liv felt as if she was being slighted. Despite her strange fondness for Noriko, it was also her duty to dole out tough love to all who thought they could traipse through war without engaging in combat. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 4:49:02 GMT -5
notes:「彼はいつも白衣を着ているようにします。 」 @tagged words: Plenty! | Noriko had noticed she began to lose her cool. But who is she kidding? She never really was calm to begin with. But she was becoming increasingly agitated s the girl in front stared for an increasing amount of time before replying with even more agitating words.
How could she be so calm? This had to be the thing Noriko despised most about her as of now. She took a step back and calmed down.
"Look, I'm only going to say this once, but I know what what those around here are feeling, but me, my body, is not capable f doing anything worth mention. And in order to figure out the reason "why"then I need to speak with a man outside the wall."
It was obvious to anyone that Noriko was being especially vague here, but she would probably refuse giving any further detail on the matter. She wanted to get up and walk off, she almost did, but something inside stopped her. Instead, Noriko looked away from the other girl, not baring to see the stare any longer. It's Not What You Think |
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Post by Liv Carole on Jan 24, 2016 12:26:33 GMT -5
Liv scowled at the girl for her answer, feeling indignation flare up hotly. Was this a joke? Tossing out a vague answer like that- Liv didn't want her backstory, she wanted the girl to recognize what exactly she was implying. It was all fine for her to denounce the efforts of others willing to fight for their own freedom, but once the tables turned she was incapable of doing the same. No, Liv would not let that one slide past her. People like this were the ones the Apostles grasped in their clutches and used against the moderately intelligent ones.
"Isn't that a bit of an excuse- even to you?"
Liv took a few steps forward, keeping her facial expression still detached, but she did lean closer to the girl's face. Not breaking eye contact, Liv poked her in the chest to further prove her point.
"Your body is incapable? But you understand our feelings? Look around you, Noriko, everyone here is incapable. We know that. Do you think the Apostles don't have the backing of our country's government and an arsenal on their side? They've claimed the District. All of us are incapable! Running away outside the walls won't solve the problem of being "incapable". If this so called man can solve the issue of being "incapable" he'd be a bit more helpful inside the walls don't you think?"
Liv straightened up afterwards, realizing her words had grown a bit cruel, especially considering Noriko had looked away from her. Feeling remorseless, Liv simply stared down at her, waiting for her reaction. She expected her to walk away and continue to fruitlessly pursue a redundant objective. At least Liv had the excuse that she had tried- halfheartedly. |
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