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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.
Full Story Here.
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Making Ends Meet With The Reappearance of A Ghost [Ayden]
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Having perfected our disguise, we search for someone we can't fool.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jan 24, 2016 14:45:10 GMT -5
Staring at herself in the mirror, Siobhan realized that it would probably be in her best interest to get some sleep. A lot of it. But working odd jobs and catering to the various underground bosses about the District limited the possibilities of getting a sleep schedule. So at three in the morning, Siobhan trudged out of the rundown apartment room that was on the second floor of a shady building in a shady part of town. Nothing elaborate, nowhere great, just falling apart and in shambles. Even now the distant noises of people clamoring and music playing through closed windows and doors echoed behind her as she descended the rusted stairs.
Along the way to her destination, Siobhan bought herself a dollar coffee which tasted as weak as the price but half-assed caffeine was caffeine nonetheless. Around four in the morning she found herself seated on a picnic table in the middle of a park, sipping her coffee while waiting for the bus to arrive at the stop just at the exit of the park. While it was still pitch black outside, the girl felt herself start to nod off slightly before almost dumping her coffee on herself.
"God I'm so tired." She muttered to herself, rubbing her eyes delicately to not smudge the carefully placed makeup to hide just how tired she actually was.
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Everytime this world changed, I destroyed what I wanted to protect without realizing it.
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The Knight of 552
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on Jan 24, 2016 19:05:45 GMT -5
"Mmm..."
My body shook slightly from the impact.
"Is... Is this fucker serious?"
"Wake the fuck up asswipe! This is our turf."
"You don't go around acting like you own the place sleeping wherever you want!"
My body shook from the impact again as I was kicked a second time. I opened one eye looking at the three people in front of me. I would close my eyes again before rolling over to face the opposite direction before attempting to return to sleeping. Unfortunately those guys weren't big fans of the idea. In the next couple moments, there was a large flash of blue lightning and the building I had been sleeping in had collapsed.
So I began walking again. Walking was such a pain... Fighting was such a pain. I pulled my flask from my back pocket before uncapping it. Tossing my head back I would take a long sip of the 100 proof Smirnoff it was filled with today. As I walked and drank, I noticed a figure out of the corner of my eye. Some dumbass falling asleep at a fucking picnic table. Seriously? Who the hell sleeps outside in weather like this.
I decided to approach the figure. Realizing I knew the dumbass, I shook my head slightly. I would sit down right on the table, facing away from her. Resting my feet on the seat portion of the table's bench, I looked back towards Siobhan. I'd stay at least until she woke up so that nothing happened to her. Uncapping my flask once more, I would begin to sip the vodka again.
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user is offline ●
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Having perfected our disguise, we search for someone we can't fool.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jan 30, 2016 19:48:45 GMT -5
Siobhan jolted when someone's back bumped against hers. Shit! Did she fall asleep again? Frantically downing another gulp of her coffee, she realized that was the wrong reaction to have in this situation. Whipping her head around quick enough to make her neck crack in protest, her wide eyes took in the face of-
Oh.
Blinking slowly, her tense and surprised posture melted down into a neutral, more tired state. Turning away she took another long sip of coffee, leaning back a bit more on his back in exhaustion. How strange.. for some reason she seemed to have missed this face over the long lapse of time that had passed.
"What a pain... you're still alive."
Even though the words escaped as brusque and annoyed, Siobhan felt a bit of weight lift from her heart. And it was a selfish thing to place hopes on unknowing others, but nothing that she was able to deflect from happening. She had hoped and wished distantly, in a very small corner of herself, that he would return alive. After all, she'd never had anything like a brother who would look out for her. Sure, there was Valo, but he had morphed into a stronger emotional attachment. At least with Shugo, there wasn't a flop in her emotions. Taking time to bask in the peace of her -finally- relaxed state Siobhan smiled softly to herself.
"You look like life's kicked the shit out of you."
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Everytime this world changed, I destroyed what I wanted to protect without realizing it.
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on Jan 30, 2016 20:56:28 GMT -5
“Yeah. Unfortunately.”
I scoffed slightly as I said the words, playing it off like a joke, before bringing the flask up to my lips for another sip. I meant it. It was a pain being alive. It was a pain staying alive. It was a pain being so difficult to kill. I wished it would just end. I wish I could just sleep forever. My lips curled into a sly, small half-smile as Siobhan mentioned life kicking the shit out of me.
“Don’t worry. I kicked back.”
It wasn’t so much of a kick as it was a large maelstrom of lightning that destroyed a small building. But that didn’t matter. I brought the flask up to my mouth and kept drinking as I stared off into the distance. She was up. Which meant I was done here. I would sit up from the table top, stepping onto the bench before descending to the ground.
“Don’t sleep outside. Use my mansion if you need to. Catch you around kid.”
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Having perfected our disguise, we search for someone we can't fool.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Feb 8, 2016 20:59:53 GMT -5
Siobhan snorted to herself softly, carefully identifying the flask in his hand as he began walking away. Setting the coffee cup beside her, Siobhan leaned back on her open palms, staring up at the sky twinkling with an alabaster light. So that was why the sharp smell on his clothes had brought nothing but a sense of familiarity to her, warm and cold memories coming in from all sides.
"Your mansion's still a thing? I would've thought falling off the grid and the whole wall erection would've extinguished any prosperity around here."
Siobhan waved her hand around aimlessly, feeling her eyelids grow heavy again. Exhaustion leaned against her languidly, trying to drag her back into a quiet slumber. No matter the temptation, insuring that she held down this job was absolute priority. Attempting to distract herself from feeling more sleepy, she took a moment to cast her eyes around, making a miffed noise before sliding off the park table. Looks like the buses weren't running this morning, meaning she had to make yet another trip into the slums for her job.
"Care to walk me to work? Looks like my ride won't be coming today. And as much as I love danger when I can't even keep my eyes open, I'd rather get to work without too much of a hassle."
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