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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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Another Night Goes By. [Yukimura]
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Post by Yukimura Sanada on Feb 18, 2016 3:43:15 GMT -5
"I'll drink to that. To bringing the wall down, or die trying."
Hopefully they all would make it out alive, but Yukimura wasn't disillusioned into believing none of them would lose their lives in the war against the Apostles. Every moment of every day, they could end up dying at any given moment, and they were left at the mercy of the Apostles, in a sense. They had no way of knowing when and where the Apostles would strike, and all they could do was prepare themselves as much as possible, all to live to see another day. As for Yukimura, he wouldn't go seeking a fight against the Apostles, but if it came to it, he would fight and fight, until he couldn't fight anymore.
"The usual martial arts training, specifically Karate, but I also train in sōjutsu, or the art of the spear. The skills have gotten me through many difficult situations but... against the Apostles, it can only get me so far. Jumonji-yari are no match for guns and sniper rifles."
Downing the rest of his sake in his glass, placing it back down on the counter, he would then rise up from his seat, as he would pick up his dual jumonji-yari resting against the counter beside him, before turning to face Kamile, an apologetic smile on his face.
"It was a pleasure meeting you Kamile, but I'm afraid I must head off. I wish I could stay and chat, but I have some important errands to attend to. I hope to see you again, and if not... give those Apostles hell for me."
He would then head out of the bar, and pushing the door open, would disappear into the evening, the door closing behind him, as he would make his way back to his home. The place was small, only one level, but with the level of riots and violence rising, Yukimura doubted any place was safe or spared. He just hoped Kamile would stay safe... if at all possible.
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Все должны меня любить и отчаяние
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Feb 20, 2016 21:04:49 GMT -5
I raised my glass to my lips and downed half of it. I nodded as he told me of his training. I myself had quite a bit of training, however, it had to do little with weapons and more of moving out of the way and tiring you opponent.
"I, myself, am skilled with throwing knives. Although when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, I do not hit so much. It is one reason why I do not feel I will be able to do much against the Apostles."
As he got up to leave, I placed my hand atop his. Hopefully he turned to look at me. Whether or not he looked, I would say:
"I hoped I would be able to convince you to make the best of tonight."
If he turned to look at her, he would see my face showing a hint of unease, but mostly bedroom eyes. I was not this kind of girl, but it would most likely be the last chance I got.
If he did not turn around, but left, i would watch him leave. After he was out of sight, I would turn back to the bar, down the rest of my drink and sigh. After i finished my water and paid the bartender, i would also leave, alone.
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Post by Yukimura Sanada on Feb 21, 2016 2:10:20 GMT -5
Pausing to stop as he felt something placed on top of his hand, turning and looking down, he would see Kamile's hand on top of his, before lifting his head up to look over at her. He could see the hint of uneasiness on her face, but mostly bedroom eyes. Giving her an apologetic smile, he would reach out with his other hand and gently lift her hand off his, placing it down on the bar counter, before picking up his dual jumonji-yari. While he was the legal age to be considered a young adult, as attractive as Kamile was, he simply had no interest in her. He was certain she wanted one night with someone, but he knew he could not give her what she wanted.
"Gomen (Sorry)... But I cannot..."
Turning around, his jacket swishing slightly with the motion, he would make his way out of the bar, disappearing into the evening twilight, one jumonji-yari resting on his shoulder, the other held by his side. There were some things he would do, and other things he would and could not do. Having a one night stand was one of them. Kamile... deserved someone better than him. He had only recently grown out of his teenage years, after all.
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Все должны меня любить и отчаяние
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Feb 21, 2016 13:30:23 GMT -5
I felt the sting of rejection as he removed my hand from his. It would live with me for a while. I nodded once and looked away. I didn't want him to see my vulnerability. After he left, i would also leave. I didn't care for sex anymore. Not after that.
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