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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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The state of the city [Ira]
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Post by Jack Griffin on Feb 8, 2016 14:20:15 GMT -5
( Ira Defaire) Jack had no idea how long he'd been running, or where he was going. His legs were aching now, his breathing heavy, and his pace was more of a jog by now. Exhaustion had its claws in him, and it wasn't long before he surrendered, slowing to walking pace. He was safe, from immediate danger at least- but he was also completely lost. District 552 had a bad reputation, and he'd never expected it to be a peaceful paradise of any sort, but he'd still been caught off guard when his first attempt at exploration had been interrupted by dozens armed soldiers appearing out of nowhere and an explosive fight breaking out in plain daylight. Was this gang warfare? Perhaps urban warfare would describe it better: with little organized law enforcement, there was nothing to stop different groups from going at each other's throats, until one of them became the law. To put it simply: shit here was intense. Back at 137, Jack had prided himself on being a powerful fighter, yet technically he was still just an unarmed kid. So when chaos had broken out, he'd done the smart thing and gotten the hell out of the way. Unfortunately, almost everyone else in the area had followed a similar course of action, and now these streets were almost entirely deserted- and Jack, lacking a map or any prior knowledge of the area, had no idea where to go. Buildings loomed on every side, tall and dark and seemingly uniform as he kept on walking, looking for any sign of refuge. Maybe he could just find some abandoned place, break a window, and hunker down for a while. But while that might keep him safe in the short term, there was no way he'd be able to last on his own as time went by. He needed strength, he needed allies, and most importantly, he needed to understand exactly what the hell was going on here. With a sigh, he came to a halt. Aimless roaming wasn't going to get him anywhere, and for all he knew, those solider-guys might be coming back any minute. Cupping both hands to his mouth, he called out. " Hello?" His voice seemed to echo a little, but there was no immediate response. He yelled again. "Is anybody alive around here?"
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Post by Ira Defaire on Feb 8, 2016 19:51:41 GMT -5
WORD COUNT: 269
BY MINNIE OF WW I'll meet you tonight, on top of the world,
Allowing a soft groan to escape her lips, Ira's face contorted into a mild grimace when her hand scrapped against the grime of the floor. She pushed herself up, her fingers pressed against the filthy wall of the abandoned building for support. Her shaky legs weren't accustomed to the sudden weight she had inflicted upon them, and she staggered against the wall.
Silence was her only refuge, as she remained against the wall, unsure if she had anything else to do. She was immensely shakened, and her fingers trembled slightly. She was reluctant' reluctant to venture out to more screaming, and explosions that guaranteed nothing but causalities. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be entirely involve.
Her head, however, turned when she heard a voice, yelling for someone. The voice was vaguely familiar, but something she couldn't quite identify. Her curiosity was finally piqued, and it was an odd emotion. It was in slumber, and the faint raise of it within her startled her slightly.
Moving quickly, she shifted and forced herself to walk out of the building to identify the source of the voice. It was her only focus, and despairing it might be, it seemed so much more mundane than the things she had been doing the past weeks.
Watching the mop of blonde hair, she finally took a deep breath and placed a perfunctory smile on her face while she approached the guy.
"You called?" She asked, her voice bordering on sarcasm.
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Post by Jack Griffin on Feb 9, 2016 0:01:04 GMT -5
The sharp tones of an ever-so-slightly mocking voice reached Jack's waiting ears, and he turned, raising a single eyebrow to accentuate a cool regard. You had to keep calm around girls. Especially this kind of girl, one with brains, looks, and a tongue sharp as a rapier. Still, he'd met her before. Ira was sane, and though maybe she couldn't be trusted, he figured he could at least count on her not to try and get him killed. "Heck yeah I called," he replied, a small grin momentarily flashing over his features, "but reception around here is shit, 'case you hadn't noticed. Good thing you were in the area." Then his face fell, and he scratched at his hair with one hand as he continued, embarrassed. "Yeahhhh... I'm kind of, um, completely lost here. In every sense of the word. You know anywhere a little safer, maybe? Relatively speaking, I mean... 'cause right now, everywhere I look there's people beating each other down." He looked straight at her, a hint of hopefulness showing in his eyes. "You've been inside these walls a lot longer than me, if I'm guessing right. So anything you know about how to survive in here... that's worth something. A favor or two, let's say." (Tag Ira Defaire)
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Post by Ira Defaire on Feb 9, 2016 1:06:27 GMT -5
Running a hand through her hair, Ira's fringe finally evolved into an unruly state while she regarded Jack. Piercing him swiftly with her gray eyes, she remained reticent for a good few seconds, leaving him hanging, and preferably nervous, if he was a lesser man. Casually shrugging off her jacket, she skewered him once more, while she revealed a white blouse that exposed the top of her breasts, along with a loose, crimson tie hanging between the two circular wrinkles on her blouse. She wasn't trying to seduce him; her reasons were surprisingly simpler than that. He could see an ebony tattoo on the top of her breasts, and she was waiting, without any indication that she was particularly in a hurry, nor desiring for him to notice it. If he were to recognize the tattoo it would be simple for her to gauge where she should begin, if she decided to divulge information. The tattoo was curvy, with an intricate design that resembled an oval, with four spikes sprouting out of it. The spikes are placed in the north, south, east and west positions, and there was a character written in a shade of soft gray : ❝ 蛇 ❞
Looking away from him, she awaited a response, amused to see if he would be flustered, wary, or perhaps, even utterly confused. However, her stance was still very much tensed, while she strained her ears to seek out any threats that might be surrounding the two. Air strikes were not uncommon, and they would have to take shelter soon, if she was being cautious. That merely remained a question of if he would surpass her expectations, or buckle beneath what she was genuinely searching for. "Well," She said, her tone slightly amused. "What can you do for me?"
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Post by Jack Griffin on Feb 10, 2016 1:14:42 GMT -5
She looked at him for a while, and he looked back with far softer eyes, pure and earnest and mildly impatient. It was flattering, he supposed, that she was giving him this much consideration, actually taking him seriously, but part of him wanted her to just get on with it, and either leave or start spilling those sweet, sweet nuggets of information he so desperately needed. Instead, she started taking off her clothes. Jack's eyebrows went up a little. Well, he knew he was attractive, but... that wasn't a normal response, no matter how good-looking you were. She was trying to show him something, he decided. Sure enough, as the curtains of cloth were removed and soft skin exposed, a mark revealed itself, a small grey sign that Jack took in with a swift glance. He looked back up at those wicked eyes of hers, puzzlement showing in his expression. "Snake? Huh... seems kind of fitting, but I don't think I get your gist, here." His tone was growing sharper, now, rising the match the challenge of her stare. Why couldn't people around here ever do things the easy way? Was she playing games with him? He kept his face calm, however, careful not to show any sign that she was getting to him. When she finally spoke, it was a question, rather than an answer. Damn, she really was testing him. On the other hand, now was the time to sell himself, to convince her that he was worth the time to aid. "Right now? Probably not much, 'less you need chores done. But you can think of it as an investment, maybe. There are plenty of gangs around here looking for fresh blood, and sooner or later, I reckon I'll end up rolling with one, and you got a contact. On top of that, once I get the right gear I'll be able to wreck some serious face in a fight, and sooner or later there'll come a time every body on your side is gonna count. And lastly," he continued, face growing serious, "I don't go back on my word. If I owe you, I owe you, no matter how long you want to sit on that for." Then he smiled, and rolled his shoulders, stretching a little. "So, just in case you weren't going to help me out of the goodness of your heart... there's plenty I can do, if you know when to call on me. All yours, for the price of a few answers I can probably find on my own anyways." He had a feeling he'd regret this, but his words were out now, and the ball of decision far away on Ira's side of the court. (Tag Ira Defaire)
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Post by Ira Defaire on Feb 10, 2016 3:35:17 GMT -5
WORD COUNT: 819
BY MINNIE OF WW I'll meet you tonight, on top of the world,
"You owe me"
Her eyes gleamed as she repeated what he said. The rest of his words were insignificant to her; she wasn't above maiming someone to get what she wanted. However, knowledge was precious, and sharing them with someone seemed detrimental to her current state, if he decided to turn against her.
Finally, she pulled on her jacket, and walked off towards the city, a slightly safer area than the outskirts of the district. Turning her head and beckoning him to follow her, she would speak in a soft voice, and prevented herself from making any eye contact whatsoever. If he followed her, he could hear her, assuming if he was standing close enough to a point where their shoulders would brush against the other.
"There are many gangs in this city." She kept her pitch low, looking indifferent, to ensure that no one would pay any attention to them. Admittedly, she drew attention easily due to her theatrical antics, but this wasn't the time, and it would be bad if she was caught fraternizing with someone unfamiliar.
"The main gangs you should know are called 'The Apostles', 'Apex Warriors', 'Lightning Gang', 'Hyperion' and 'RIOT'. There was a gang called Orochi, but their leader was eventually eradicated by all the other gangs, save the Apostles." She smiled grimly.
"Orochi was full of Japanese people, and from what I've heard, they attempted to launch an attack at a school, called "Public High School 552". Keep in mind that most members of the gangs I'd just mentioned are students of Public High School 552 as well. With that, they had collaborated with RIOT. All of them split into two teams. The original consensus was for one of the teams to stay and defend the school, and to have the other team enter the base of Orochi, and kill them, for once and for all."
Pausing, she moved towards Starbucks, and was faintly surprised to see it bustling with people. She hadn't expect a crowd.
"There were explosives hidden in the school. While the group that struck the base of the Orochi successfully killed the leader, titled--"
She stopped for a moment, weighing her decisions carefully. Realizing that she would have hell to explain about her tattoo if she explained the title of the leader of Orochi, she attempted to pass her abrupt halt as a random distraction, while she walked towards the growing line in Starbucks, and begin queuing for a drink.
"The leader of Orochi died. However, the school exploded as well, and the infrastructure is utterly destroyed. My theory is that the government is sickened by the gang wars, ranging on here. The gangs are insane. RIOT was a name that could struck fear in anyone if you mentioned it to someone that had encountered them. Hyperion was full of vigilantes, for the lack of better term, that would struck as they deem fit. Lightning Gang had a guy that could run nearly at the speed of sound, another guy that could throw a car, and a girl that won a dragon title." Here, she grimaced at the subtle coldness of her tone; at the fact that she was describing her own gang.
"Apex are full of powerhouses, and the most powerful person here is called Macht Starke. He is a co-leader of Apex Warriors, and a School Captain. He could lift a car effortlessly, and dump it on anyone without blinking an eye. His best friend, "Knuckles", was known for his blood abilities, that could create devastating damage."
Swallowing, she continued while she stared ahead at the line, randomly in need of strong coffee, and some hyperventilation as a side effect of caffeine.
"The city was sick of all of that. Over here, we are the freaks, the ones that needed to be contain. They erected a wall around us, high enough that we couldn't penetrate, along with enforcers that could kill us if we crossed the line. The Apostles is a new gang that they had sent over, that is controlled by Luca Walker and Alexei Alkaev. Alexei Alkaev is the leader of the Apostles, and Luca Walker had a huge military influence."
"After the attack of Orochi, they showed up. They identified people as their own targets, and Alexei Alkaev, in front of everyone, snapped the previous first pillar's neck into two. And he did so by a small click of his fingers."
Finally, she looked at him, assuming if he actually stuck around for her monologue. Her fingers were drumming restlessly on the surface of the glass counter, and when asked for her order, her eyes would flick to his, searching and questioning.
"Any questions?" She asked, the ghost of a sardonic smile residing on her face.
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Post by Jack Griffin on Feb 13, 2016 15:14:08 GMT -5
Ira moved, and Jack followed, stepping neatly into place beside her as though he'd always belonged there. The sheer closeness required to so much as hear her was strange, but hardly a source of discomfort for him- though he made sure to keep his eyes on her, partly to show he was listening and partly to watch for any sudden movements on her part. He remained mute as she briefly described the various clans and leaders of the District. Each one sounded more powerful and terrifying than the last, and Jack took it all in grimly, nodding occasionally to signal that he was keeping up. It was bad news, mostly. If even half of what she said was true, it was going to be a long, hard road to becoming the strongest here. Their arrival at Starbucks distracted him a little, and he almost laughed in surprise. So, even when the outside world abandoned this place, the coffee chain was still in business... it was possible that people were just taking refuge here, but the bustling line proved otherwise. Some things never changed. He winced visibly when she got to the part about Alexei and the former first pillar. Ouch. Better be careful around the Apostles, then. On the plus side, however, he did have a rough idea of what was going on, now, and could already guess at which sides he might want to join. When she finished, he flashed her a quick smile, accompanied by a whispered "Thanks." A barista was asking for her order, and she chose that precise moment to turn to him again. They were still right next to each other, too, so he took the lead. "Strawberry banana smoothie, please." And he looked to Ira. "Anything for you?" She'd decided to trust him at least a little, in telling him all that, so the least he could do would be to buy her a coffee. After giving her a moment to make an order (if she did), he'd continue in a lower voice. "Some. Maybe you won't want to tell me this, but... where do you fit into the food chain? Whose side do you fight for?" ( Ira Defaire)
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Post by Ira Defaire on Feb 17, 2016 17:33:05 GMT -5
WORD COUNT: 230
BY MINNIE OF WW I'll meet you tonight, on top of the world,
There was a few things Ira was good at. Keeping her mouth wasn't one of them, and neither was following her instincts. She based her decisions solely on logic, and through her strict prioritization of knowledge, to ensure survival on her part. However, her instincts, albeit faulty, did warrant some attention when she kept some information in the dark. Jack was right about a one thing--it wouldn't take him too long to assemble the information she was giving, and more, if she wasn't cautious. The lack of information could easily fall down a rabbit hole of distrust, were she to give too little.
"Latte, no whip cream." She said to the barista, before walking to the waiting line. Looking around once more to ensure privacy on both parts, she mulled over her reply.
"My name is Ira Cecile Defaire." She said slowly. "I'm the 1st Pillar. If the food chain exist, and the lions are the top, I'm a tiger that enjoys feasting on her own prey, and leaving the top felines and beasts to themselves. I work for myself, and I exist solely to exist."
Her eyes sharpened when she turned to him. "In return, at least give me a name I could remember you by." She demanded.
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Post by Jack Griffin on Feb 20, 2016 21:22:29 GMT -5
Jack paid the barista in full for both drinks, and left a healthy tip as well. He wasn't running low on money just yet, and this was proving to be quite a good day for him, so why not spend a little? At last, he knew what the hell people were fighting over, even if he couldn't quite guess at all their motivations. For that, he supposed, he'd need to meet the so-called lions himself. Ira explained her position rather elaborately, going into a full-on extended metaphor as she described how she fit in to the wilderness that was District 552. Jack nodded at it, trying to avoid clapping his hands with joy. At last! He'd found someone else who used overly long dramatic monologues to introduce themselves. He'd always been a bit embarrassed about that trait of his, but now he finally found someone to share it with... The moment she asked him for his name, he posed dramatically, one hand flung out with fingers splayed. "I'll say it once, and I won't say it again, because I won't need to. This is the name you'll be hearing the people whisper as they gaze at the stars in the hope of a better future, the name you'll hear the Apostles cry out in dread when they see me coming, the name of the one who will conquer this place, and drag the darkness kicking and screaming into the sun, until the blood that drowns this place evaporates away before the light. Jack. Motherfucking. Griffin. You heard it here first, but soon you'll see it shake the world." He paused for a moment before laughing quietly. "You know what, just call me Jack." ( Ira Defaire)
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Post by Ira Defaire on Feb 27, 2016 5:51:52 GMT -5
Sorry for the late post!
BY MINNIE OF WW I'll meet you tonight, on top of the world,
His name was soiled by her poor memories and the fact that she wasn't actually paying that much attention to him. She turned towards him and waved her hand about dismissively while he displayed his flair for drama.
"Right, Jimmy, nice name and all."
Distracted by his levity, she at him for a moment and reached out to grip his sleeve gently. Tugging on his sleeve, she begin dragging him through the streets, without caring much for his reaction. She'd secured herself with two places of security, and talking to this guy on the streets made her...nervous, to say the least.
Anyone who thought it will be a wise decision to go in pursuit of the defeat of Apostles needed a long time to plan, and while doing so, Ira would be on the sidelines, waiting to see a worthy cause to support. She hadn't seen any, and her hope fell, inch by inch each day,. Jack's theatrics weren't remotely convincing either, considering the indifference on her face.
"I might be lying to you for all you know." She taunted slightly, while continuing her pulling of him through the streets, right to her place of sanctuary, where she could interrogate him as much as she wished to.
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Post by Jack Griffin on Mar 3, 2016 0:04:19 GMT -5
"J- Jimmy?" The young man, his name apparently not even worth remembering, sputtered helplessly as all his epic posturing was casually tossed aside by an unimpressed Ira, who was now attempting to drag him along like a disobedient dog. Jack failed to put up much resistance. He was still embarrassed that his dramatic monologue had failed so badly (he really needed to learn to stop doing those), and though the girl wasn't pulling that hard, he was curious to see where she was trying to lead him. Thus, he followed resignedly along, muttering quietly to himself. "Shake the world... fuck, I need to choose a better ending line..." He'd been kind of a big name, back in his old school, and it felt strange to be treated this way. Maybe he knew a little about the factions of this District, thanks to Ira's handy explanation, but he still didn't know much about his current place in it. His little speech back then certainly made it clear where he wanted to be, but right now he was fairly certain that the name 'Jack' lay fairly low on the vast pyramid of strength and influence. Belatedly, he realized that Ira was talking to him. "Oh... shit!" he replied, his voice suddenly frantic with false panic, "You're right, I didn't even think of that! What if you are just trying to trick me, what do I do?" He made no attempt to move away from her, and it was obvious that he was just joking around. In reality? He'd considered the possibility, to be sure. But even though she might not be an ally, he doubted that Ira really wanted to screw him over. Helping him could mean an ally or a pawn for her, whereas hurting him would give her nothing... unless she was some kind of sadist, which was pretty unlikely. Beyond that, however, there was a deeper reason. Since coming here, Jack had been forced to watch for enemies all around, lost and alone in a world that was breaking down around him. Maybe Ira was lying... but she was still a person, around his age, holding an actual conversation with him for the first time in a while. For him, it brought back good memories. While they talked, he could pretend that he was still an ordinary kid, maybe a bit messed up but still going to school, chatting with friends, all those mundane things that he couldn't help but wish for. He'd have listened to her bullshit him all day, if it meant getting to live that life for just a few moments more. But he didn't tell her that. Better to make lame jokes and monologues, enough to irk her slightly without pissing her off, while she led him wherever the heck she was going. She was smart, he knew, and telling her too much would only alert her to weaknesses she could exploit. Jack trusted Ira's information, but Ira herself was still an unknown and possibly dangerous quantity. ( Ira Defaire)
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Post by Ira Defaire on Mar 5, 2016 13:04:46 GMT -5
LISTEN TO THE SILENT CRIES Oblivious that she placed a damper on Jack's flair for drama, Iras grip tightened slightly while she dragged him through the crowds of curious eyes. Grimacing slightly at the realization that many of them would recognize her, she slowly made up a careful story, determined to make him follow every word she said. She might even attempt to choke him if she had to.
"If anyone asks, you are my childhood friend and we had a touching reunion after five years of deprivation of each other's company. I was weeping over the cruelty puberty placed on you, and you were admitting that I was, very much, out of your league." She said cheerfully.
Leading him right into her atrocious apartment that reeked suspiciously of meat and chocolate, she threw herself onto her couch and pat the spot beside her. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, undergarments strewn among them as she kicked a few cloths out of her way. Leaning obnoxiously close to him, she would stare at him with wide, probing eyes. He might be able to feel her breath on his face as she begin prodding him everywhere on his body, from his ribs, to his cheeks, and on his collarbones.
"You look like a disgruntled infant." Ira stated blithely, kicking her legs up and placing them on the coffee table before her.
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