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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 "Xei" on Feb 1, 2016 2:59:22 GMT -5
N O T E
TO AVOID ANY CONFUSION AND MIX-UPS, PLEASE READ THE POST IN DETAIL BEFORE WRITING YOURS SO AS TO ENSURE MINIMAL CONFUSION. PLEASE DO NOT MISS OUT ON ANY CRUCIAL DETAILS.
This is a minor event. All participants receive 1exp automatically, if they participate. Other rewards would be given at the end of the event. There will be no limit to the number of participants in this event. PM Rire-chan if you have any inquires. Have fun, and try not to die.
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3 : 00: 00 PM He took the job, without hearing a single hint of the fun he might attain in the district. To Alexei, that was all fine and dandy, he would get the job, complete the job with a theatrical flourish, perhaps a wink at a nice lady, before disappearing. However, this time, there was a grim smile on his face as he observed the world beneath him, his pride raising mockingly high.
The Big Apple was busy, as always.
4 : 00 : 00PM
Pulling a phone out of his pocket, Alexei dialed a number and snapped his fingers for Knuckles to be brought forward while he stared at the fallen Adonis, with a wanton grin. An impenetrable glass wall was erected around him, as he stood, at the tallest building of the district, with the sun beating down on him mercilessly.
4 : 00 : 10PM
The glass wall was a circular dome, entombing him, Knuckles, Luca, a few enforces...and a very special guest within, as all of the gazed out, into the masses of murmuring people before them. Cameras were pointing at them, ensuring that everyone--the ginormous television screen placed, in all it's grandeur, positioned straegically all over the district, to ensure that everyone would be able to witness another fine show, orchestrated by them.
His eyes glinted.
The enforces would ensure that Knuckles were on his knees, and he would be severely drugged from the previous encounter Alexei had with him. His hands would be bound, harshly, by heavy chains, along with his feet. Bloody wounds would be seen, placed all over his body, as crust of dried blood shone in the sun. Two enforcers would be behind him; as Alexei stood in front of him. However, Knuckles were still plainly visible from every camera's perspective, and as Alexei stood on the top of the building, his main focus weren't on the cameras.
The people would be muttering among themselves as they stared at the real thing, not quite a televised show. The real thing--the real event was before them, visible for the entire Big Apple to see, and no one would really focus on the televisions, not quite. Aside from that, there was one other thing that became glaringly apparent.
Knuckles was going to die.
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Post by Jack Griffin on Feb 1, 2016 14:23:48 GMT -5
The great screen glared in all its bloody glory at the district, screaming out its message to the tiny, tiny people below. This is what will happen to you, mortals. Go against the ruling order of the Apostles, and thou shalt be punished with death. Ruthlessness, grandeur, and oppressive presence. Ever had Man tried to play God, and now, here, in this pit of lawless and vicious fury, he was doing so once again.
Yet there were some men who would never kneel.
Jack's cool blue eyes took in the show, narrowing skeptically at the ugly sight. Who was that man in chains? Who were these fuckers shoving him in everyone's faces? He had no personal connection to any of these people, not yet, but still he frowned, a hint of anger tinging his face as his brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes narrowed beneath it.
People were gathering, and he moved to follow. Seemed the damn thing was a live event, a public execution pulled right from the history books. Maybe they weren't really going to kill the poor guy, but given the presentation of the whole affair, Jack doubted they were going to just let that prisoner go with a kiss on the cheek.
He didn't want to watch, and doubted he could do much in this situation. Still, his soles kept on scraping and twisting against the asphalt as he walked onward, heading towards the site of the killing itself. He would not stand idly by, that was certain.
Maybe he didn't have the strength, or the allies, to blow them away just yet. But at the very least, Jack would let these bastards know that he did not fear their posturing.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Feb 1, 2016 18:08:48 GMT -5
 Standing among the masses gathered before the enormous television screen, televising the live event from the Apostles, his face set as hard as flint, his eyes glaring up at the spectacle, Kazuya could only watch in cold fury as the cameras focused on the glass dome surrounding Luca, Alexei, the enforcers... and Knuckles. One of the two leaders of Apex had been captured by the Apostles. His hands slowly clenching up into fists, there was no doubt in his mind what the Apostles would plan to do to Knuckles, and it wasn't setting him free from the chains that bound him.
Slowly lifting his head, instead of staring at the large screen, he would instead stare directly at the execution area directly before him, his eyes focused on Knuckles himself. As it stood, there was very little he could do to help Knuckles, not because he was afraid, but because his strength alone would not be enough to take down the Apostles. If the Apostles were to be defeated, it would take the combined strength of every faction to have a chance at taking them down. One thing was for sure though... this was not going to end well. Knuckles fate was more than likely, sealed.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Feb 1, 2016 21:03:12 GMT -5
STAY OUT OF THE LIGHT
OR THE PHOTOGRAPH THAT I GAVE YOU
YOU CAN SAY A PRAYER IF YOU NEED TO
OR JUST GET IN LINE AND I'LL GRIEVE YOU
The reality of the situation sunk in slowly but surely, like a thin layer of ice settling onto her skin and chilling her to the bones. The former Pillar stood among the crowd, her gaze flicking between the screens and the location where the spectacle was actually happening. From what Vivi could tell, it looked like the Apostles were about to make a public spectacle of Knuckles.
First Zoe, now him, and then god knows how many more they would take. Knuckles was a little rough around the edges, but then again, so was a good amount of the youth within the district. Did that mean he deserved to die? Hell no. The Apostles were dragging themselves down to a criminals level.
Vivi swept her gaze across her surroundings--to the people around her, to the road, and to the building where the Apostles stood as if searching for something. What that something was she had no clue. An intense urge formed within in her to end this and save the man before he was brought to an end, but as she stood there...
She realized how completely and utterly powerless she was.
The girl pressed her lips together and a crease formed between her brows. There had to be something she could do... there had to be something. Vivi repeated these words in her mind as she frantically wracked her brain for an idea, a plan... a miracle.
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Post by Melanie Rose on Feb 1, 2016 23:01:28 GMT -5
Kazuya had left earlier that day, so Melanie was left to walk to her store alone. She didn't mind it, she had made that same walk dozens of times. Melanie was preparing her daily routine in her head when the TV's around the District flashed on. Stopping in her tracks, Melanie stared into them.
Knuckles. She didn't know him very well aside from knowing he was a Pillar before, but he seemed like an alright guy to her. Why did they have him up there? An... Execution... Oh my god... This isn't good. Melanie would look around for the glass structure. Upon seeing it, she would retrace her steps, high tailing it back the way she came. She knew she wouldn't be able to do anything, but she just had to try. It wasn't right what they were doing. They had to be stopped, even if it meant she would face them alone.
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Feb 2, 2016 4:08:54 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | Bad, very bad. Aldritch stood among the crowd, watching as some of the enforcers surround the bound Apex leader. Upon looking around him, he'd see every screen throughout the district displaying different angles of the same event; the execution of a great man.
The albino clenched his fists, staring blankly directly at the glass dome, with anger and resent emanating from his eyes despite of his deadpan expression. He knew for a fact that whatever may happen, it would end badly either way.
He prepared himself. He knew; sooner or later, things would get ugly around there.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 2, 2016 14:27:24 GMT -5
Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die His eye was open, but his mind was elsewhere. Back straight, shoulders slouched, arms and legs bound by metal chains. The once free-spirited outlaw, shackled and defeated both physically and mentally. And as the drugs coursed through his system, he swore he could hear Death cackling as he counted down the time til his demise. There was no way out this time. Austin had always knew that he would never live a full life. His world had been nothing but pain, anger and hatred forced violently onto others. Lying, cheating and stealing for his own betterment. However in recent months since his return, he had been at least attempting to reform in some way. And when the wall had been erected, he had hoped he had a shot at redemption. There's more to the picture Than meets the eye.
Hey hey, my my. But it would seem fate had found a way to bring this young man to his knees, when he had never bowed before anyone. The slack-jawed expression on his face would remain for a while as he rolled over everything that had transpired over the last half of his life. Even to himself, Austin felt he deserved to die. Out of the blue and into the black
You pay for this, but they give you that Eventually the co-leader of the Apex Warriors would snap back to reality. The heat beating down upon his scorched skin, the various spots of dried blood and lacerations itching intensly. Even through the pain, both mentally and physically, Austin's expression would change. A defiant smirk before it shifted into a full blown smile and he straighten himself up and stared straight ahead. Part of him was happy. He wouldn't have to endure this world any longer. One could say he had found clarity, that he was at peace with what was coming. And once you're gone, you can't come back
When you're out of the blue and into the black. "Heh.. All this.. for me?
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Feb 2, 2016 18:43:00 GMT -5
Xaier McCaine stood on top of the building, encased in the dome with Luca, Alexai, the enforcers and the next to be used as an example. The silver haired teen did not know the one bound by chains, but belonged with the Apostles and felt he had been expected to show up.
He wasn't exactly thrilled to be there. Xaier was still getting comfortable with his role as an Apostle and there were still times he found himself second guessing his actions.
Silently, he would turn and allow those emerald hues to wander toward the skyline, looking away from the likely execution. He had nothing to say and unless he was called upon, would likely continue surveying the surroundings until this was all over. For some reason, Xaier could not bring himself to look at Knuckles.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 2, 2016 22:42:30 GMT -5
Knuckles hadn't told Macht any of his moves since the meeting at the Underground. They'd gathered their allies, done inventory, secured their supplies and made sure they had the materials necessary to perform any coming strikes. That said, they didn't plan any strikes - anything that had happened later, Macht knew nothing about, so the disappearance of his brother was something that worried him. Still, though, he figured it was Knuckles. "Where's the boss?" Skidz would ask now and then. "Out scouting," Macht would reply confidently. He wasn't, but he needed to feel like he was. Truth be told, it made him feel better.
But then, he didn't realize how naive he was being.
Days had passed without his brother, and finally, his whereabouts had been uncovered. Unfortunately, this was not accomplished through the multiple search parties he'd sent out, nor was it done through Knuckles informing Macht about his situation personally. No, it wasn't until he saw the Apostles spectacle on TV that he saw Knuckles again, and he immediately felt sick to his stomach. His fists clenched tightly, the veins all across his arm and neck clearly visible and the pistons in his prosthetic arm revving up loudly. He couldn't watch more than five seconds of it before he stood from the bar at the Underground and left the building in a hurry.
"Skidz, you get fuckin' everyone and everything we have - all the artillery, all the vehicles, every fucking drug, call Haas if you have to - we're going to war."
With that, the behemoth leaped as far and as high as he could to clear the gap between himself and his target. It wasn't difficult, all he needed to do was follow the growing mass of people. But every moment, he couldn't stop thinking about what he'd do if the worst happened. He couldn't bear the thought of it - Knuckles had brought him out of his rut, given him a cause to fight for, a brotherhood. Knuckles was a good man, an important person in so many peoples' lives, and the Apostles were willing to snuff him out just like they did Zoe? No, it was even worse - this was a live broadcast for all to see, and they were doing it shamelessly. This time, Macht couldn't sit by and just let it happen. This time, he was going to fight back. He had to.
Within moments, Macht managed to reach the building where the Apostles had begun their presentation. He shoved through the crowd, pistons revving loudly and generating a large amount of smoke to let people know he was coming through. Without an ounce of hesitation, Macht threw his fist forward and launched himself forward at blinding speeds, essentially becoming a missile as he fired toward that glass wall. His fist would collide with it at nearly his full force, normally enough to level a plane if he really wanted.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Macht roared as he collided with the wall, and it became clear the force wasn't enough to break it - what the hell was the thing made of?! His body quickly began its freefall toward the ground, and he sought any and every possible entrance he could find. If he couldn't get in through there, he'd get in elsewhere.
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on Feb 2, 2016 23:18:58 GMT -5
"EVERYBODY MOVE!"
My voice boomed out in a very loud command in an attempt to get those in the crowd out of the way. My body would charge forward before I flung myself into a leap. My right fist charged with lightning I would punch at the glass dome before releasing a pulse of lightning from the Infinite Ring. As the smoke cleared I expected at least some cracks if not a hole that I could break further into an entrance, but I got nothing. My attacks hadn't even scratched the glass dome surrounding the building.
Above I heard Macht's efforts achieving equally fruitless results. If even he wasn't able to get through... what the hell were we going to do? I had to think of something. As he continued his free fall descent, I moved back some. I would wait till he dropped down a decent amount, and if he still hadn't found a way into the building by then, I would charge forward and leap holding a hand out, hoping he would take it in mid air.
"MACHT! LET'S ATTACK IT TOGETHER!"
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Post by Jack Griffin on Feb 3, 2016 1:32:42 GMT -5
"Whoa, whoa. Hold up, you guys."
In between all the bombastic entrances, Jack's arrival had gone virtually unnoticed, just another unknown face joining the crowd. Now, however, he was at the front, and stepping forwards. There had been no shoving people or knocking them aside for him, only a few polite taps on shoulders as he asked for space, a few slim gaps slipped through in the midst of the confusion. A little less cool, but when you weren't freaking Superman, you just had to make do.
With calm steps, Jack walked right up to the edge of the dome, close enough to touch. But he held himself back. Anger was burning hot and heavy in him as well, but not knowing Knuckles meant that it wasn't overwhelming- more of a general sense of injustice than a blazing fury. That, and he'd long ago learned the price for letting his anger get out of control.
He stood there for a moment, watching Macht and Shugo's futile attempts at hitting the dome, before speaking up again. "You know... there's a waaaaaay easier way of doing this. In fact, this whole situation is a really dumb-ass setup." He rapped on the glass dome with one finger. "So yeah, it's obvious they didn't want us breaking in. But on the other hand, they aren't getting out. There are enough people here to surround the dome, even freaking climb on top of it if we need to. Only way out then would be underground, and there's no way they dug a tunnel in the middle of the district without anyone noticing..." He pressed both hands against the glass, grinning. "In short, these bozos are trapped." He knocked on the dome now, speaking louder. "You lot hear me in there? How's about this: everyone in there comes out alive... or nobody does." He laughed. "...is what these two should have said."
With that, he turned around, and began walking away from the dome, back into the crowd. "You're welcome!" He called out to the two would-be saviors as he went.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Feb 3, 2016 2:27:05 GMT -5
"Huntsman..."Valo looked upon the screen in shock as he saw his fellow Dragon bound in chains and held captive, paraded for all to see like some captured dog. Their resistance had only just started, and yet, one of their most powerful assets had already fallen. Apex, who Valo had once thought practically invincible... But even they were nothing before the Apostles. "I won't let your blood be spilled this day..."He began to approach the glass dome, making his way past Vivi and the others. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword, and he began to draw it from its Sky Guard. The moment the blade budged from the sheathe, lightning began to burst forth, the limiter on his sheathe disengaging as the energy enveloped the blade, making its way up his arm and across his entire body. He began to draw from the electricity around him, gradually picking up speed as he began to rush towards the dome, the sound of thunder following him. Flashes of Zoe ran through his head. The last time he had seen her. The promise he had made to her. She had died because he couldn't even be there, and he would carry that guilt with him, using it to fuel his wrath towards the Apostles. Knuckles was now the one who needed help, and this time... this time, he swore not to lose another comrade. He was going to do whatever it took so that day didn't repeat with someone else. No one else would die. Leaping into the air with all of his might, Valo would pass by Shugo and Macht at an intense velocity, nearing the dome as he gathered power. Bringing his sword down, Valo would slash at the dome with all of the strength he could muster, lightning striking and augmenting the force his strike significantly. He intended to smash right through the dome. But it was no use. The flashes of lightning dissipated, and Valo watched in horror as he failed to so much as put a dent in the glass. Gritting his teeth, Valo would land on the ground, landing in a crouch before standing up and backing away a few paces. "Tch..." He looked up at the dome, and up at the top of the building. Somehow, he had to get up there, but first, they had to get through this glass. Regardless, the guy who said his piece to Shugo and Macht was right. If he didn't come out of this alive, no one else in there was. Pulling out his phone, Valo would send a message to the rest of Hyperion. "We're doing whatever we can to break in there."Dragon Talon: Valo can imbue the Dragon Talon with his own lightning, channeling it in an effort to make his strikes even more deadly. While in Wraith form, dark lightning surrounds the blade instead. For one post per 20 INT, Valo is able to strike with a lightning charged blade, dealing 150% of his total INT in damage. (Melee attack) (1/4)
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Post by Lexington on Feb 3, 2016 13:51:47 GMT -5
Goddamn goddamn, Lexington received a notification on his phone from another student of the female gender. He swiped right and a live video started playing. The Second Pillar was standing in the middle of rubble, reminiscing on the scene that kept running through his head from the events that totalled the school. Sliding his left hand from his right shoulder down, he removed his cast on his right arm. Undid the straps to allow his legs to finally breathe after having them wrapped up in a cast also. Bringing his arms to his side, he struggled a wee bit trying to get out of his wheelchair. " Still not at 100%, How the hell does Goku do it." Lexington muttered to himself, he reached over to his phone and zoomed in on the glass dome that was the main focus of the video. " Oh shit.." He said as he saw Austin and several others inside of this glass dome, then Lexington saw the replays from moments earlier, a man with a mechanical arm tried busting the glass to no avail, then another student who seemed very familiar. " Double oh shit.." Lexington opened and closed his right hand, flexington his muscles to see if he could make a difference, sadly he was still too weak. His left thumb swiped the screen again, closing the app. Sliding the phone into his pocket, Lexington brought his hand up to his chin and began to stroke his chin in thought from side to side as began walking toward the largest building in the district. On his way there, he stopped by the old student parking lot, his lifted Blue K5 Chevy was still sitting there among other vehicles that were stuck in this new "district". There were other students just watching this event from their phone, about ten of them stood around a car next to Lexington truck, students littered the parking lot. " Hey, you there, come help me out with this shit. We can't just stand and watch this all happen, we have to atleast try and do something. I mean do you guys really want to follow more bullshit rules and mosey along inside of a wall, blocked off from communications in New York City, I mean goddamn this is America we're talking about, whens the last time we didn't stick our noses in other peoples affairs. That's a fellow delinquent out there about to be made an example. Let's go raise hell for this guy, cause I'm sure being peacefully executed in front of the student body was not his way of going out!!." The students, clearly delighted, pushed each other and got pumped up real quick before they ran over to the truck. " I'll pay y'all twenty bones each. Help me with this stuff and if y'all don't wanna fight then thats fine you can run and hide, but I don't just watch this stuff happen without being heard!!" So Lexington and his ten helpers grabbed the six megaphones, one steel tipped track javelin, three spare car batteries that the students had in their trunks and speaker wire for the radio. Quickly the eleven males made their way towards the crowd. Along the way Lexington shouted for more rogue students to follow him, enticing them with all the cash he had on hand. Tossing out twenties, fifties, singles, doubles, change. Everything, it was raining and hailing. Now as you all know, Lexington can't just stand by and watch this stuff happen, he rather get beat up to all hell before they try to shut his voice down. Arriving in front of the building to see Valo's efforts fail also, Lexington raised his hand and the male student spread out, three guys to a radio, two megaphones to a radio. They quickly hooked the car batteries up to the radios and placed the megaphones by the speakers. Soon enough 'Fight the Power' by Public Enemy began blasting. 1989 the number another summer,
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got soul
Listen if you're missin' y'all
Swingin' while I'm singin'
Givin' whatcha gettin'
Knowin' what I know
While the Black bands sweatin'
And the rhythm rhymes rollin'
Got to give us what we want
Gotta give us what we need
Our freedom of speech is freedom or death
We got to fight the powers that be
SO LEMME HEAR YOU SAY FIGHT THE POWER Lexington never did get the chance to join a gang, so why not try and make the whole school his gang for just one special occasion, inciting a beautiful riot. Lexington reached down and grabbed his track javelin, he aimed it at the television screen and launched it. Fast and hard enough to hopefully disable the rather expensive looking device or atleast crack the screen and distort its image. Picking up a megaphone, Lexington began shouting into it above the music. " CHECK IT OUT YALL. PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT!! LISTEN TO THIS STRAIGHT UP MAN BEFORE THEY BAN HIS VOICE. IM A DELINQUENT, I DIDN'T GET MY PRETTY BLACK ASS STUCK HERE FOR BEING SOME GOODY TWO SHOES. SO BEFORE THEY TRY AND TAKE YET ANOTHER FELLOW DELINQUENT, IM TRYNA STICK IT TO THE MAN" All the rogue students enticed by the root of all evil followed the pillar in rioting. People that were simply fueled by the music began banging against the building trying to get inside, other students that were hyped had begun trying to climb up the building. Lexington hyped these students up to have an appetite for destruction like they always have. From public school 552 to district 552, these students were delinquents at heart and that doesn't just change over night. Each and every one of them has that itch to just get up and do something nutty. So why not pay them to do what they've always wanted to do!!! " YOU TAKE DOWN TWO VOICES AND FOUR MORE SPEAK UP IN ITS PLACE!! WE DONT DIVIDE, WE MULTIPLY! YOU TAKE ONE, YOU GOTTA TAKE US ALL ON" Lexington raised a fist and from behind him more students began pouring into the crowd from the student parking lot, carrying bricks, cinder blocks, rubble, anything they could get their hands on to throw at the building. Attaching the megaphone to his shorts loop, Lexington ran into the crowd and leaped up and began scaling the building until he got to the very top, he ran over to Valo, Macht and Shugo and stared into the dome. " I wasn't going to just stand by and watch this shit from a crowd man. How are we doing this? Pick the dome up and walk away? Break the ground around it? I'm not letting them get away with this shit unscathed, they better start macing people cause there are a buttload of hyped up, hormonal, music filled teens down there and they're trying to get up here." Lexington walked over to the glass dome and tried finding a spot where he could try and make a move or something. OOC: Music if you wanna listen is "Fight the Power" by Public Enemy. -10,121$ from Lexington's wallet for inciting a one time riot of rather fearless delinquents. |
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Post by Levi Kayamei on Feb 4, 2016 23:15:14 GMT -5
Levi had been all too aware of Knuckle's absence, partly due to his awareness, but he and Macht had discussed it a couple of times, hoping all was okay. Macht's lies to Skidz helped the Asian too, because, while huge didn't have the bond with Austin that Macht did, he did have a sense of comradery and losing someone like him would be devastating to their cause in terms of forces and morale.
"Holy shit..."
Levi was sitting at the bar in the underground with Macht when Knuckles finally showed up on the television. Levi couldn't understand the bond Macht and Knuckles had, but the German had said enough to convey the depth of it well enough. Levi could only imagine the turmoil going on in anyone who knew the man trapped behind the glass dome and he emphatically felt their anger and distress as he took off out of the bar behind Macht, quickly being outpaced as the German "hulk leaped" to their destination. By the time Levi caught up, he caught the sight of Macht bouncing off of the glass dome that completely stuffed the man's attempt to break through. Levi let out an exasperate yell as he ran towards the building.
"Ridiculous! What the hell is that thing made of?"
The better question was how did the building it was sitting on still intact? The Asian watched as others joined in the effort. He regained his composure quickly and approached the building, looking for any possible entrances, guarded or not. He would not let Alexi kill another.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Feb 6, 2016 1:54:02 GMT -5
WORD COUNT: 284
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BY MINNIE OF WW I'll meet you tonight, on top of the world,
The morning started with the smell of sour lettuce entering her nostrils and making her gag. She had rolled out of her bed-- she wasn't sure what actually happened. Everything was hazy, incomprehensible, and utterly convoluted. Her memories were unable to help her grasp the reality of the situation.
Yanking at the zipper of her jacket, Ira found herself, pale faced and right inside the glass dome, her heartbeat palpable against her ribcage. It pounded away at her bones harshly, making her dizzy. Her anxiety raised almost arbitrary while she struggled to breath. She was trying to maintain her balance, and her hair became a dark curtain, covering her face while she forced her eyes to remained on the floor, struggling and struggling to not look at the faces of those raging, fighting and hitting on the outside.
I should do something.
She tugged at the zipper of her windbreaker, and scuffed the right side of her shoe against the floor. Her eyes was fixated on nothing but the soft grayness of the concrete.
I should do something.
She was staring at death right in the face. She could jump in; she could struggle to jump into a situation with nothing but uncertain variables, that seemed to confirm her demise, were she to be hasty.
I should do something.
Knuckles was someone she knew, someone she should fiercely fight for, if he was ever placed into a situation nobody else could rectify. The glass dome couldn't be penetrated, and the presence of Alexei--
I should do something.
She didn't do anything.
- - we can do anything, we can be anything.
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