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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO. |
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 14, 2016 22:09:07 GMT -5
Ever since the wall had gone up, the environment surrounding 552 had become dreary and morose. Reasons to stay in high hopes had been in short supply, what with the Apostles at every corner, hunting down those who society had officially given up on. For every reason the people finally found to smile, ten more reasons to fear for their lives had shown themselves. Like any other prison, those inside lost a majority of their rights as long as the authority thought it appropriate. However, unlike the prison system, they were not treated even remotely humanely, and could have their lives snuffed out at a moment's notice.
For Macht, things were hitting an all-time low, particularly after the death of his brother. With Knuckles gone, a void opened up within the redhead that he felt he needed to fill with the deaths of others, and he was entirely likely to be set upon a warpath were it not for the intervention of his sister. "Think of Ira," she told him as he was about to suit up and attack an Apostles base. "You do this and you don't come home... think she'd be happy with that?" And that forced him to realize that a lot of the things he wanted to do would only serve to drive a wedge between the two of them. And for Macht, in a society where there were so many reasons to give up and submit, Ira was the one he had to keep fighting. He wanted to be sure she could escape this place forever, that they could tear down the wall together and see the world. That couldn't happen if he was dead.
After much deliberation, Macht finally settled down and Jenny helped him plan something for Ira. "After all, it's Valentine's Day," she said softly. "Better to spend it with the woman you love than the men you wish to kill." So, they cleaned up his home and found anything close to romantic they could put up to set the mood for when he invited her over later. A trail of rose petals led from the front door to the dining room, where he'd have a fine dinner set for two, all candlelit.
With everything set up, Macht decided to finally give Ira a call. "Hey, Ira? I want to see you. Can you come over?"// Ira Defaire |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Feb 28, 2016 6:36:34 GMT -5
--- Groggy by sleep, Ira reached over to her beeping phone and grimaced as the light slapped her face harshly. Slapping her hand over the answer button, she answered the phone with a sleepy, soft, and demure "What the fuck do you want?".
--- Hearing his voice made her mildly happy, despite the fact that she would sooner launch herself off the building and shoot bamboo poles up her fingernails than to verbally admit any of it. Sitting upright quickly, she finally replied with a 'I'll be there in ten minutes." while running a hand through her disheveled her.
--- Running her hands under the tap that creaked slightly whenever she turned it on, she soaked her face thoroughly and pulled on her clothes while she ran towards the door. She wasn't 'extremely eager' and 'excited' to meet Macht; at this point in time, she would gladly grab a chance to leave the god-forsaken apartment that reeked of nightmares and screams. Her screams beat the walls relentlessly until her voice became hoarse and odd. Her throat stung after a few days, and it has been a week since she attempted to contact a human. She scrapped her fingernails on her wrist frequently, and even then, the crimson gradually fade to nothingness.
--- Scrambling out of her house she made her way to Macht's house and hesitate slightly before she knocked gently on the door, unsure if he could hear her faint knock. She stood completely still and waited, which was perhaps, and rather unfortunately, the only thing she seemed to be doing while she frittered her days away.
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user is offline ●
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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 6, 2016 1:31:56 GMT -5
Even with her word choice, just hearing the sound of Ira's voice put a smile on Macht's face. Unlike her, he was willing to openly admit this to her, should the need ever arise. He'd have been left in a moment of quiet before he told her he wanted to see her, and when she said she'd be over soon, he replied with a soft "I'll see you then." She wasn't even there yet, and he was anxious. Nervous.
After these last few months, things had gotten so tense that Macht was unsure if he'd lost his touch. After so long, could he still properly hold a conversation with her that didn't revolve around death? Could she still look at him the same after his bloodlust overcame him so publicly? If there was any time to find out, it was now, and he couldn't stand the ten-minute wait.
The faint knock on the door was all Macht heard when Ira finally arrived, and he hurried over to the door. Stopping in front of it, he would take in a deep breath and pat down his shirt before opening the door with a warm smile. He looked down at her and stepped to the side, allowing her to enter and view the romantic set-up.
Now that she was here to see it, it got embarrassing.
"It was all Jenny's idea," he blurted out, cheeks reddening almost enough to match his head. Once she entered, he'd shut the door behind her and lead her over to the table.
"I know things haven't been exactly... peachy, lately, what with everything that's going down. I don't feel like that's enough of a reason for us to stop living, though, y'know?" Macht would hold out a chair for Ira, and would not move to take his own seat until she was sitting down herself. "Besides, it's been like a week. I missed seein' your face."
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