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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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Shopping isn't only for the poor [Kyou]
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Feb 20, 2016 11:27:08 GMT -5
"I see..." Kyou said cautiously. "I'm sorry about that." He turned his gaze away from Gerard momentarily. "I've never known someone that was murdered. Well, not like that, anyway... I'm one of those few kids that still has both parents who are alive, and neither one of them was awful or something..." He decided not to press further into the matter. Murder was something he was always interested in, but for right now it didn't seem like something he should try to get involved in. Even if there was almost nothing he loved more than an unsolved case...
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 20, 2016 21:23:27 GMT -5
I looked over at Kyou as he turned his gaze away. There may have been something he wanted to say, but I would wait until he was comfortable. Probing people was never a good way to get to know them. I shifted my gaze back to the front of the car and signaled Stefan to take the most direct route. Shifting my gaze back to Kyou, i would look over his clothing and smile.
"What is the purpose of your clothes, dear friend? I feel as though we are learning quite a bit about each other today. I don't recall you looking so... What is it you Americans say? Snazzy?"
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Feb 21, 2016 15:50:55 GMT -5
Kyou gave a small, awkward laugh when Gerard decided to change the subject. "Haha, I guess that's the word. No particular reason, I suppose. Sometimes when I go out I just like to dress a little nicer than usual and less... dorky." Yup. That was a good word to describe how Kyou usually looked, but today he did actually look decent for once. "What about you? You look pretty dolled-up as well. Just felt like it?"
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 21, 2016 16:20:37 GMT -5
I looked down at my wardrobe. Looking back to Kyou i smiled softly.
"I suppose i just dress this way because i was always taught to dress nicely. To be perfectly honest, I enjoy dressing nicely. I absolutely adore the old times when gangsters walked about. Frank Sinatra was my idol when i was younger. I suppose that was why my father decided to buy me a Fisker."
I was not above walking about my father's death, but i would not start the topic if he were uncomfortable.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Feb 21, 2016 16:50:57 GMT -5
"I see," Kyou said. "I suppose I could understand that. I mean, I really like older-fashioned things, too. I usually wear a bow tie and suspenders. I'm only not wearing that today and have a trench coat because I felt like mixing it up a bit." He gave a small smile. "When I was younger my dad was my idol, so I always wanted to dress up like him and I always wanted to be like him when I grew up. After I moved here I guess I resented him, but even then I couldn't help but keep the same style--even if I refused to look exactly like him." Kyou gave a small chuckle. It would slowly come to a stop, however, as he then grew more serious--his deep brown eyes flickering over to Gerard. "Say, if it's alright with you... How was your father murdered?" Perhaps it was a touchy subject, but Kyou could be oblivious to "touchy subjects" sometimes.
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 22, 2016 11:11:35 GMT -5
I sat quietly and listened to Kyou tell me about his father. I wasn't sure how to respond to his obvious disdain for his father. Mine was always a wonderful father to me. Then again, I grew up in a different place than Kyou. I gave him a sympathetic smile. I didn't know what to say as his chuckle faded and he turned serious. Then he asked about my father and my own attitude turned serious.
"My father was on a trip to our family estate. A trip he took quite often. Normally my mother and I would accompany him on these trips. But that day, I felt ill, so I stayed home. I begged my mother to go with him. It was one of our favorite things to do together."
I sighed and looked over to Kyou.
"Along the way, a drunk driver hit them and both cars exploded. The police said it was an accident and looked no further into it. I knew a bit about cars and accidents of that nature. SO, I knew that just one hit like that wouldn't cause a massive explosion like it did. I found traces of explosive powder among the scene and reported it to the police. They did little with it. At the funeral, the car I was supposed to take was rigged and exploded when the servant took it from the house after I had decided to take the car my father bought me."
I motioned to the car.
"I was moved here with a few million dollars. We thought it would only take a few weeks to solve it. But now, I have been found again and was almost killed as a bomb was set in my hotel room. The PI i hired was seen giving me some evidence he had found. I can't make too much sense of them. It's just a few photos of some men that seem to be following me around. All I could tell is they are french. I can tell they are wearing a Family Crest, but i can't see it well enough to tell the family."
I looked Kyou in the eyes, my own were watering slightly.
"All I want is to know who is doing this and why."
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Feb 23, 2016 22:11:19 GMT -5
Kyou nodded, taking in the story. "I'm sorry to hear that... But it doesn't exactly sound like a personal grudge," Kyou muttered. "Of course, it easily could be. But the fact that they wanted to wipe out the whole family is a little suspicious. If it was a grudge against your father, they'd just kill him. If they wanted to kill off his family to make it worse for him, they wouldn't do it separately--they'd mercilessly torture them before his eyes and then finally kill him after witnessing the slow deaths of his loved ones. I could always be wrong--perhaps they did have a grudge and did just want all of the family dead, they had a grudge against your whole family rather than just your father, but... If I didn't know better, I'd say it's a little something more..." He gave a small smirk. "Say, is there anyone who would take your family's inheritance should something happen to you? That's probably a good place to start." He chuckled. "Oh, what am I saying? Sorry for that, I have a tendency to ramble sometimes..."
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 24, 2016 0:08:56 GMT -5
I waved my hand. He seemed like he was really on to something.
"Non, non. Continuez s'il vous plaît." I paused and took a breath. I was losing my place. In my excitement, I was reverting back to french. "Please. Please continue. I think you are on to something. It is more than the police found back in my home."
I turned so my body was facing his. He had my complete and undivided attention. I was suddenly happy Stefan had his slip up. I may not have known about this new information.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Feb 24, 2016 19:00:59 GMT -5
"Hm... alright. Mind you--I could always be wrong," Kyou said. "So don't take my ideas for truth..." He paused before saying, "The crest, though. You didn't get a good enough glimpse to see what it really looked like, but the fact of the matter is that you saw one. Most people don't really carry around their crests these days unless for pride of their family name. And at that--royalty. That is, people who have royalty of some sort in their blood are more likely to take pride in that and wear it on their sleeves, so to speak."
He adjusted his glasses and said, "It's more likely that they wanted to wipe out the entire family for something a bit more than just a personal grudge. Being royalty certainly makes you a massive target--especially to jealous family members who value wealth over ties of blood. Being envious certainly plays a large roll, as well. But the bombings--that's a huge role of it. Most aristocrats don't have special training in bombing and things like that--of course they could always hire someone. But whether they hired someone or not is going to be a big factor as to how to track it down. I can't exactly get into any records, but if I could, then I could trace the one behind the bombings. Because either someone that's a relative of you has either entered privileged courses and expertise training to be able to use bombs efficiently, or there should be records of making suspicious calls and dealings with, say, a professional bomber to get them to assassinate a certain family."
Kyou took a few moments to let it sink in. There was no way this was the work of a poor man--it certainly seemed linked to Gerard by family and by wealth. And they'd been a bit sloppy, too, but of course, Kyou still knew there were other things that could come into play. He knew he could be wrong because he knew there were a few other possibilities and he always kept those into consideration, but he was telling Gerard simply what was the most likely occurrence to actually have happened.
"If you have any pictures of the crests or could give a description of what you vaguely saw, then that'd make it easier to pin which descendant was most likely behind it. There's still ways to identify something even if it's blurred, you know," Kyou said. He knew that sometimes vague information could lead to the wrong answer and it wasn't ever liable, but he knew it could also narrow down suspects...
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 24, 2016 22:19:44 GMT -5
I sat silently, occasionally changing my gaze from the back of the seat in front of me to his face. He seemed to take a lot more time in thinking about every angle. Much more time than the police had back home. He seemed to be on the right track as well. "Another family perhaps..."I found myself muttering. But that wasn't right either. Every family we had known had been down right chummy. My family was loved by all. The only person I could think of was... "That can't be right... He wouldn't... Couldn't have. But it's the only thing that makes sense."I realized I was speaking in riddles to Kyou. I gave him an apologetic look and turned to the metal file case that was stored in the seat i sat behind. I flipped through the file and pulled a single paper out and put the rest on the seat between us. The front of the file read: Police Files: Confidential Bellerose Murder Case File I would hold up the paper showing the drawing of the crest they wore. If Kyou looked at my hand, he would be able to see the Bellerose ring with my family's crest on it. "This is the crest the man was wearing. I just passed it off as some of my uncle's people making sure everything was alright, but upon further inspection, I have remembered one very important detail. We did not tell my uncle where I was going. I have seen his people around here and there, but I always passed it off as him looking out for me."I paused and cursed aloud, in french of course. I let my head fall back and stared at the ceiling. My head swam with confusion and nausea. I needed air. I needed to get out now. The car spun. I needed Teufel. He did something to me that calmed me almost instantly. "My uncle is trying to kill me..."
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Feb 28, 2016 20:31:17 GMT -5
"Well, there you have it. Your most likely suspect," Kyou said. He gave a small sigh and then said, "I'm sorry... These sorts of situations are never fun..." Of course, he knew there was little he could do about it. As much as he wished that it wasn't Gerard's own family going after him, there was little he could do about it. In his eyes, it was best to find out the truth--no matter how hard it may be--than be blinded by an illusion and fall into a death trap. He just wished it wasn't always him that delivered the bad news...
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 28, 2016 20:44:00 GMT -5
I lifted my head and did the best i could to recompose myself.
"I apologize. This behavior is most unbecoming of a gentleman."
I cleared my throat and looked out the window. As i turned back to Kyou, my face was as it was earlier: A happy calm and proper.
"It appears we have arrived."
I stepped out of the car and gave a deep sigh. I needed to keep myself composed. I was raised etter than this.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Mar 14, 2016 22:26:15 GMT -5
((ooc: Sorry it took so long! >.<))
Kyou looked at Gerard with an eyebrow raised. "Don't worry about it. You don't need to act like a... uh... gentleman around me," he gave a small, odd grin. He opened the door on his side of the car and stepped out once they had arrived, before walking around the car and heading over next to Gerard to offer him a small smile before they'd head off to their destination.
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Mar 16, 2016 14:11:21 GMT -5
As Kyou strode to my side I looked up at the restaurant sign. As soon as they had seen my car, they would hurry to get the customers out of the restaurant. Whenever I stopped by, they were given specific instructions to clear the establishment of all outside people. Only a skeleton crew was to remain indoors. I looked inside and saw there were still people waiting to leave. I turned to Kyou and smiled again.
"I appreciate your offer, but I was raised to be a gentleman. I must be the man my parents wanted me to be."
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Mar 20, 2016 21:32:19 GMT -5
"Well, I suppose," Kyou said in thought. "But you don't always have to be what your parents want you to be..." He shrugged, letting out a sigh. "But, I mean, there's nothing wrong with polite. So I'm not saying anything against it, trust me." Kyou was raised to be polite as well--though not quite on the level that Gerard had been. Still, he tried to be nice or gentle-manly when he could be. Though usually he was just better at pissing people off and messing up. Hence why he had a reputation other than that of a "gentleman". But, at least, people couldn't really say he was despicable... or anything...
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