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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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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO. |
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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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Brunch with the Gang [Leon Sudeki]
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Come to me and I will end your suffering...
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Jan 31, 2016 22:26:46 GMT -5
Gerard at a table outside the last fine dining establishment in District #552: Jean Claustie's. He had hired several professionals to assure it would be unharmed and able to continue serving the populace. Stefan stood at his side, ready and waiting for any circumstance. He would be willing to put his life on the line for his beloved master. "Stefan, what time is it?""It is three minutes past eleven, sir.""Thank you, Stefan."Gerard would signal Stefan with a finger to wave down the waiter who was eagerly awaiting orders. It wasn't every day the richest man in the city came by and sat at HIS table. His boss ordered him to give him anything he wanted. Today, it was to clear out the building so he could enjoy Brunch with someone he needed to meet alone. The waiter came to the table immediately. "May I be of assistance, sir?""Oui, I would like a bottle of Primo Amore Moscato. Please have it brought out at once. Two glasses in case my friend would like some as well. Merci.""At once, sir." Leon Sudeki |
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"Welcome to the end of your life, and I promise it's going to hurt."
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Lightning Scrub
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Post by Leon Sudeki on Feb 2, 2016 21:16:36 GMT -5
Leon would make his way to his apparent appointment in his usual gear, making no special acceptations for host or area. Wait is that blood on his shirt? You know what, that doesn't matter, what matters is he got there. He would approach the one from the assembly that day and offer a hand to shake.
"Yo."
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 2, 2016 22:01:57 GMT -5
Gerard would wave his hand at Stephan in a 'It's fine' way. Making his way around the table to meet Leon, He would take his hand and shake it once then put his palm face up offering Leon a seat.
"Thank you for meeting me, Mr. Sudeki. Please have a seat. I took the liberty of ordering wine, but if you prefer, the waiter will get you anything you like. Don't worry about the check I will handle it. Get anything you want."
Gerard would lift his hand slightly and the waiter would briskly walk over to the table. This is who he is meeting? This is the leader of Lightning Gang! "H-How May I be of service?" He would look to Leon, stumbling through his words. "M-May I get you anything, sir?"
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"Welcome to the end of your life, and I promise it's going to hurt."
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Post by Leon Sudeki on Feb 5, 2016 0:23:35 GMT -5
Yeah, that accent... It was a thing.
Leon shook the hand a bit firm and moved to take a seat, the waiter seemed nervous... He was just the leader of one of the largest and most powerful mafia like gangs in not just the city, but now the entire district... Wait, that is kind of intimidating.
"Whiskey glass, three ice cubes, Doctor Pepper."
Leon would order, and so help him if there was like four cubes, or whiskey in the glass...
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 5, 2016 1:27:02 GMT -5
Gerard would shake the hand, matching the strength Sudeki put in it, Wasn't that the American way of doing things? Watching the waiter struggle through his words with Sudeki made him wonder what kind of man this truly was. Who was he that everyone he came across was afraid of him? Perhaps there was more of a job for him to give than to join the team or gang.
"Y-Yes. Right away!" The waiter took off and came back with a tall glass of Whiskey and Dr Pepper. "Here you are sir> A glass of Dr. Pepper ans Whiskey with three ice cubes. May I get you anything else?" He was proud of himself. He had maintained most of his decorum and not spilled the drink all over himself.
Gerard looked to Sudeki. Was he going to take the glass? If he heard correctly, the order was wrong. What would he do? This was definitely a show of character for sure.
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"Welcome to the end of your life, and I promise it's going to hurt."
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Lightning Scrub
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Lightning Gang
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Post by Leon Sudeki on Feb 7, 2016 20:27:52 GMT -5
Leon would look at the glass then at the guy. It's like nothing ever gets done right the first time when ti comes to restaurants... It's like he isn't speaking good english or something...
"No whiskey. Just Doctor Pepper."
A small pain over his right eye would cause him to rub it away.
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 7, 2016 21:12:19 GMT -5
The man would look at the glass and sit up straight.
"Oh. I am very sorry sir!"
He would hightail it back to the kitchen almost spilling the glass a few times. Upon returning, he would have the right mixture Sudeki had asked for.
"Here you are, sir. Dr. Pepper in a whiskey glass with three ice cubes."
He would take a half step back, fiddling with his hands. Hopefully he got it right this time.
Gerard would shift his glance from Sudeki to the man then back to Sudeki.
"Mr. Sudeki. I asked you here..." He'd pause and wave the man away if Mr Sudeki has no further requests. If the man left, he would continue. "I asked you here to inquire as to the requirements you have reserved for those requesting admittance into your... Gang. I believe I am qualified."
He would fold his hands neatly on the table. Some Americans used the gesture to assert their dominance, Gerard simply used it as a sign he had good favor and was hiding nothing.
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