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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 Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 13, 2016 20:12:20 GMT -5
Gerard stepped out of his car, looking both ways before crossing the street. He needed to pick up some things from the store, but didn't want Stefan to go alone. Aside from that, he was tired of staying at the hotel alone. Teufel came over sometimes, but it wasn't enough. Not that he didn't love him, but he needed more people. He needed to be able to interact with others. Making his way to the store, with Stefan at his side sword ready for defending his lord if necessary, Gerard would walk across the parking lot into Wal-mart. He needed some stuff. He was perfectly able to go by hiumself, but Stefan insisted he go along. "Sir, you never know when something unexpected will happen." Gerard knew he spoke the truth. Fine. He readjusted his suit right before entering the store. His hat, as usual, tilted to the side and forward. His suit jacket handing open while he kept one hand in his pocket and the other holding his hidden sword in his family cane.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Feb 13, 2016 22:07:58 GMT -5
Kyou was clad in formal clothing, that was, formal clothing for him. He'd dropped the suspenders and bow-tie for now, which was replaced with a single black tie and black trench coat. He'd been taking more and more jobs from the station, and it seemed like he was avoiding school more and more. It was no longer what it used to be--the chaos had spread, and there was really no longer a reason to attend the school. No, not when so much chaos was everywhere. Going to school was just as good as being anywhere else in the district, and so now, it seemed a waste of time to him. And even with the law enforcement seeming to go completely slack--if even being present at all now in the city, thanks to the "apostles"--he still would rather spend his days away from the school. "Cases"--as he still referred to them as--were now more and more interesting all the time. But it wasn't just in the school. Back then, it was easy to get an interesting lead so long as he was staying close to the school, but now he could be just about anywhere and find trouble. It was almost like the whole world had gone to hell. Now, he wasn't exactly changing... No, he was still the same Kyou that he'd been for years. But perhaps he was... maturing a little. Even though he was still very young and short, he still had the feel of responsibility lurking around him.
Walking down some of the Wal-Mart isles, his black dress shoes hardly making a sound despite the tile flooring, he quickly grabbed some of the things he needed from the medical department. He didn't feel that he needed to even get a cart or anything of that sort--he was perfectly capable of carrying the small box of gauze and disinfectants in his hands. As he was about to head over to the cash register (at least, the only one open out of the 20 available ones), his eyes caught notice of some men walking in the store.
One, he noticed, was wearing a hat and suit--certainly appearing quite formal for such a simpleton store. "Looks like they could be gang members..." Kyou thought, eyeing Gerard--unknowing that it was him. "They appear to be wealthy... So they certainly stand out here. Is he a body guard? That's always a red flag," he added, giving a small sigh. Curious, he decided to follow them. Silently, he followed the two men--doing his best to act as normal as he could so as to not arouse suspicion, but certainly keeping tabs on them.
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 14, 2016 15:30:28 GMT -5
Gerard made his way around the store. Looking around he noticed it was absolutely fine. It looked completely normal. He was shocked to see there were no looters destroying the store. It must have been under protection by a gang or something. He turned down the isle for pre-canned carbon enhanced flavored beverages, also known as sodas, pops, or cokes. Gerard scanned the many shelves looking for his favorite flavor from home. Alas, it wasn't there. With a frown he turned to Stefan, his man servant.
["What flavor would you recommend? I am craving a carbonated beverage."] ["Well, sir. My personal favorite happens to be Coca-Cola. However, you might also enjoy a Pepsi or a Dr. Pepper."]
Gerard knew there was no use in speaking English. There were no Americans around he was speaking to. IF there were he would have no problem with not using his native tongue. He nodded at Stefan once and thought for a bit before responding.
["Perhaps we could try all three. Then i would be able to make a fair decision."]
Stefan nodded and smiled as he placed all three in his basket and strolled on behind his boss. Gerard made a left turn at the end of the isle toward the baking section. He was fancying something sweet. Perhaps he would be able to try his hand at cooking.
["I would like to bake something. Brownies or cake... Both!"]
He'd toss both packages in the cart.
["What else shall we get, Stefan?"]
Gerard was in a delightfully cheery mood. This mood was quite contagious as it had Stefan smiling too.
((OOC: The items in brackets [] are in French))
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Feb 14, 2016 16:05:38 GMT -5
Kyou watched the two guys speak to one-another in another language, seeming to discuss the various soda options... Or were they? Perhaps they could appear to be talking about soda in another language, but were secretly talking about gang business and a new heist... or something. "Talking in another language certainly doesn't help. They really do look suspicious. And the language is... Latin-based with a heavy accent. I'd say French if I didn't know any better. Surely now I'll take a language class since obviously knowing more than two languages is helpful--especially in situations like these..." He watched as they grabbed three sodas and put them in their cart. "Oh, maybe they really were just discussing soda..."
He watched them head off and continued to follow--keeping his distance. Occasionally they'd discuss something in French and then add something to the cart, and Kyou slowly grew less suspicious and more confused. "Is it possible that they're actually just two normal guys trying to buy stuff? I mean, they haven't done anything too strange and they don't seem to be buying anything suspicious... Should I just disregard it and mind my own business? And then go buy my stuff and leave? Then again, speaking in French so nobody will know what they're saying, and wearing such a nice suit despite being in such a mediocre place is... extremely suspicious. I've learned it's often the little things that end up being truthful, despite the rest looking normal... And that one guy--with the hat. He seems to be holding that cane like... Well, like a cane, yet, it seems like something more..." He sighed. "How annoying. Stalking people isn't really my thing, and if this ends up being nothing I'll just have made myself the fool... But still, it's still worth persuing at this rate--I don't know if they're innocent yet."
And so, he would continue to discreetly follow them, doing his best to keep watch while keeping his distance and not do anything to draw attention to himself... Then again, it's Kyou. He's likely to slip up somehow...
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 14, 2016 18:46:03 GMT -5
Gerard turned another corner to the clothing section. Another right to the baby isle. The guy behind them seemed to be keeping tabs on them. Stefan seemed to notice too. After the next turn on to the car parts isle, Gerard stopped just inside the isle and pulled his cane back. If he needed to, he would protect himself. Stefan seemed to get the message and stood on the other side of Gerard. Just as he rounded to corner to follow them, Stefan would shoot out his sheathed sword and trip the man. In a think accent he would growl at the man.
"Why are you following us? Who has sent you after the Marquis of Bellerose?!"
Gerard's shoulder nudged Stefan's hard. He had just told someone who Gerard was. Really guy? Really? Gerard looked down at the guy... Kid. He was a kid. Something about him looked so familiar. Gerard stepped around Stefan and looked at the kid. Lifting his hat a bit to show more of his face he would smile and offer a hand to his fallen comrade.
"Kyou?"
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Feb 14, 2016 19:11:51 GMT -5
Kyou was doing pretty good until... He found himself colliding with the ground, and an angry French person interrogating him. "S-Sumimasen," he said awkwardly, looking up at the upset guy and he then also added, "Mōshiwakearimasenga, watashi wa eigo o hanashimasen..." however, he'd stop when the other guy nudged the mean one, and he slowly started to process things. "Wait... Marquis of Bellerose...? I know that name... Don't I?" He looked up at the supposed Marquis as he offered Kyou a hand, speaking his name.
The boy's eyes widened. "He knows my name!" He looked at his hand, still in shock, and then as things slowly started to click, he accepted Gerard's hand and stood to his feet. "G-Gerard?" He asked, blinking. Sure enough, it was him. Oh, it had been a long time indeed, but yet it all made sense. The accent, the richy rich clothes. And now that he got a good look at his face, Kyou was able to recognize him. "And here I thought you two might be gang-leaders plotting something sketchy..." He gave a small laugh. "I'm glad I was wrong... Man, it's been a while..." Talk about an awkward reuniting.
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 14, 2016 19:30:49 GMT -5
Gerard's smile widened as Kyou spoke his name as well. Good He remembers me too. Unfortunately, now Kyou also knew who Gerard really was. Crap. The more the merrier right? He helped Kyou to a standing position, still smiling.
"It has indeed been a long time. I would ask how you have been, but it looks like you are also doing well." He laughed. "Gang leaders? No, my friend! I surely do not think so. What have you been doing recently? May i offer you a drink or lunch somewhere? I would like to... catch up. If you are worried about getting into a... fight, I have a place I keep constantly guarded so we may eat in peace."
Gerard would pause every so often in search of the right word. Finding it, he would smile and continue.
"So it seems you also know the secret now. Please keep that information about who I am to yourself. I am trying to keep a low profile here. If you like, I can explain the situation over lunch? I will have to message my boyfriend, Teufel to let him know."
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Feb 14, 2016 19:42:55 GMT -5
"Heh, don't worry about it," Kyou said, putting his hand over his heart as though to say the pledge of allegiance. "Your secret is safe with me." Of course is was. Kyou was pretty good at keeping secrets, especially since he had such a large one himself... Then again, with all the turmoil of the city, his secret hardly seemed like a big deal anymore, and he hardly felt he had any reason to keep it secret. Now he kept it secret just for the sake of old times. Thinking back, even then, he'd only ever told one person his own secret before... It was because he wanted to and... besides... that secret had died with her...
Needless to say, Gerard didn't have anything to worry about.
"That'd be nice," he said in response to Gerard's offer. "I don't personally mind going anywhere--I'm used to danger by now... But if you want to be discussing your previous matters, then it's probably best to do it more descreetly and in a more secretive place, yes?" He paused, thinking. What was the French word for yes, again? "Or should I say 'Oui'?" He gave a light chuckle. It was one of the only words he knew in French. In fact, it may just have been the only word he knew in French. But, well, as the French would say, C'est la vie.
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 14, 2016 20:55:00 GMT -5
Gerard smiled and gestured for Stefan to chill out and follow the men. He would have Stefan come back to the store later to gather the rest of their supplies. He would spend more time with old friends, reminiscing.
"I believe you are absolutely right. Stefan, would you please tell Pierre we are on our way with a guest? Yes, have him clear out the restaurant. I will pay for the lost populace. I hope you like French cuisine."
Gerard smiled and led the way to his car only to stop in the parking lot.
"Do you have a ride? I could offer mine as a substitute if you prefer?"
Gerard would wait for an answer before continuing to his car.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Feb 14, 2016 21:01:41 GMT -5
"Er, no, I don't really have a ride..." Kyou admitted. Truth be told, the boy walked everywhere. So once he'd bought the few medical supplies he had and stuffed them in his pocket, he'd follow Gerard to the parking lot and to his car. "Thanks for giving me a ride," he said with a small smile before getting in the back seat of the car. After all, the adults--or the older people, at least--should be in the front. He buckled his seat belt and let them drive to the French Restaurant. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been to a French resturaunt before, so he knew this was abound to be... interesting? Hopefully it wasn't too fancy--the last time he'd been to a fancy place like that was when he used to attend his father's formal parties and meetings he had to attend at formal places... Needless to say, it'd been quite a while.
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 14, 2016 21:51:04 GMT -5
Gerard smiled and led the way to his car. He didn't have any problem giving rides to his friends. He preferred it actually. Most people freaked out about the car. I was very nice. He himself had freaked about it when his father gave him the karma fisker for his sixteenth birthday. He made his way to the other side of the car and let Stefan open Kyou's door for him. Sitting down next to Kyou, he would offer him a beverage of any kind he wanted. If he could think of it, chances were Gerard had it.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Feb 14, 2016 22:02:59 GMT -5
Kyou would simply take a water, since it was... well... Kyou. And despite how mature and old he acted, he was still a kid in many ways, and he sometimes acted like it. "It's a pretty nice car," he said, before giving a smirk. "Then again, that's to be expected from someone as rich as you." Surprisingly, he didn't seem all that jealous or shocked... huh...
((ooc: sorry for the short post! >.<))
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 15, 2016 15:54:43 GMT -5
Gerard nodded once and turned to grab a whiskey glass, put four ice cubes in it and fill it with water. Turning back he would smile and hand the cup to Kyou.
"Thank you. It was a gift from my father. He gave it to me right before he died."
Gerard used to avoid this topic. He used to completely loose control and hurt people in his black outs. Now, after Teufel had helped him, he was able to control himself and face the pain.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Feb 15, 2016 16:22:21 GMT -5
Kyou gave a sort of nod of thanks as he took the water from Gerard, and he took a few sips while listening to Gerard's next words. He paused, however, and gave a compassionate look to Gerard. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said in a soft voice. Death was a topic he wasn't sure how to deal with entirely--he'd seen it countless times, but didn't know quite what reactions to give. He'd only ever lost one person in his life that he cared about, and even still, it was a feeling he wasn't sure how to cope with, or even to express. Needless to say, he was pretty awkward with the topic...
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 16, 2016 14:04:37 GMT -5
Gerard grimaced and gave a stiff nod in thanks. He didn't realize he was talking until Kyou spoke. He figured Kyou had already heard part of the story. Might as well spill it all.
"His death is actually the reason I am here. He was murdered."
The last sentence had a dark tone on it. Almost dangerous. It wasn't pointed at Kyou, more like a promise to hurt the one responsible.
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