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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 Deleted on Feb 23, 2016 20:23:30 GMT -5
Mizi had cried for what had seemed hours after being abandoned, left in this place to survive, she had finally come to her senses and quickly got back to her normal self, now that she was more aware she decided to make her way around to see what the place was like. Mizi exited from the alleyway and would turn to her left and walk down the street looking for anywhere to go.
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 26, 2016 21:23:02 GMT -5
I was out and about this evening. I had been wearing my favorite back and white suit. If I was going to die, I would be looking my absolute best. I would never be caught /dead/ wearing something for... commoners. It was just not my /style./ As Stefan and myself strode around town, I would poke my head in random places. After all, I was a curious one.
"Stefan, stop the car. I must see it." 5000 feet later: "Stefan, I need to walk around." 10200 feet later: "Stefan, please. I must... I just need out, if you will."
Each time, I opened my own door. It was very unlike me, but if i was in fact being hunted, I neede to maintain a low profile. Although that didn't really matter did it? I was driving around in my Karma Fisker, the car my father had gifted to me just before he passed. Also, the man hunting for me, my own uncle, would surely know this car. He would know who I was and he would know how to find me. He had known me and tried to get close to me ever since I can remember.
On one of the stops, I saw a young woman walking. At first, I wanted to turn away. I wanted nothing to do with these low lives. These adolescent teenagers that were liars, thieves, murderers... Commoners. But at the second glance, I saw her cheeks were stained with tears. My heart pulled and I motioned for Stefan to bring the car around to her side as I walked up. It was what Teufel would have done, was it not? I needed to be more kind. I needed to care about others. If I did not, what would I do with the people I would lead back home? How would I be a good leader if I did not care about my people?
"Pardon me, Madame? I hope I am not frightening you. I just noticed you walking alone. This is not a good neighborhood. Please, may I escort you home?" My accent was thick indeed. However, this what was to be expected from a french nobleman.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 21:32:46 GMT -5
Walking through the night Mizi looked around at all the sights to see... which wasn't much, but she did see a car that rolled up to her. "Pardon me, Madame? I hope I am not frightening you. I just noticed you walking alone. This is not a good neighborhood. Please, may I escort you home?" Mizi gave a look at the man and tried her best to comprehend what he was saying, she assumed he was of European nationality judging by his accent. Mizi trusted the man as she had no-one else to depend on at this point, "I don't have a home." she gave the man a wide stare and waited for him to say something.
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 26, 2016 21:46:43 GMT -5
I stepped forward. I was close enough to feel she was cold. Normally people ha a heat radiating from them. She had been out here far too long. I gestured to my car.
"Please, please let me get you something warm. Please let me help you."
I gestured to Stefan. He got out of the car and made his way to the trunk. Pulling out my extra jacket, he would wrap it around her shoulders and nod once at me before taking a step back and folding his hands neatly behind him. I opened the side door and held out my hand or her to take. If she took it, I would move to the door's edge and help her into the vehicle. Once she was inside, I would make my way to the other side.
"Back to the hotel, Stefan. I need to get her warm." "But sir-" "I know the risks. She will not be spending tonight sleeping on the ground. Either do as I say, or you are released from your duty." "My apologies, sir."
I knew I was being overly harsh, but for some reason, this girl's life mattered to me. I needed to help her. I needed to. Stefan nodded once and moved to open my door. His face was devoid of life. I felt bad only momentarily. Once I was inside, Stefan would move to the driver's seat and make his way back to the hotel.
"I hope you do not mind, but i would like to help you. You told me you have no home. Please allow me to invite you to stay in my guest room. If it would make you more comfortable, I would purchase you a room of your own?"
I took one of her hands in mine and held it for a moment.
"You are too cold, madame."
I reached to my side in the hidden chest between our legs and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. Taking a small glass in my other hand, i would pour a small amount and hand her the glass. Putting the bottle back, I would lean back to my side. A worried look crossed my face.
I hope she will be alright.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 21:56:13 GMT -5
Mizi would wrap the jacket snugly around herself and would take the man's hand, he helped her into the car and she would sit and look around at her surroundings, the man would pour her a drink of something and go to hand it to her, it looked amber, almost like apple juice! She downed the drink as fast as possible, she felt a burn but ignored it, the taste was very odd too, at least she wasn't very thirsty anymore. The man asked if she wanted her own room or just to stay in his guest room, "I don't mind which one." Mizi was very fortunate to have somewhere to go that night so she just didn't pick too seem very unappreciative.
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 26, 2016 22:01:58 GMT -5
I nodded at her and smiled. I was happy she had somewhere to go.
"What were you... How did you..."
I didn't even know how to start. How would I ask her how she got into this situation without prying into her business?
"Might I ask..." I started out slowly, thinking about each word before I said it. "How you arrived in this... predicament?"
My eyes flicked over to her then back to the seat in front of me. I didn't want to seem like I was demanding answers, but I kind of was.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 22:12:39 GMT -5
"My daddy abandoned me here." Mizi looked down at her feet feeling shameful, she felt like it was her fault or rather her being a problem in and of her self. Mizi looked at the man to see if he had any hidden intentions but saw no emotion like that flashing on his face or body language, Mizi now couldn't get her abandonment off her mind at this point.
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 26, 2016 22:18:59 GMT -5
My brows pulled together. Abandoned? How cold anyone...
"That sounds awful. I lost my father not too long ago. I am sorry to hear he was not a man of honor. If you like, You may stay in my room for as long as you like. I am sure I will not mind. You would be safer in the same room with me as well." I paused and my cheeks flushed. "I-I mean the same over all room. We won't be sharing the same room..." I let it drop.
My god, what is wrong with me tonight?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 22:31:37 GMT -5
Mizi nodded in understatement then heard him talking about the rooms then let out a small giggle then started coughing because of her dry throat, "Excuse me." Mizi said in a rasp voice, Mizi was clearly getting a bit sick from being out in the cold so long but she didn't mind at least she was getting cheered up un-intentionally.
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 26, 2016 22:34:41 GMT -5
I smiled briefly before she began coughing, I pulled a bottle of water from the chest and handed it to her.
"I wish I had seen you earlier. I am sorry."
I looked back out my window, we were nearly there, just a few more streets.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 22:43:17 GMT -5
Mizi took the water bottle and sipped some from the bottle and put the cap back on. "It's fine, you didn't know I was out there." Mizi didn't care she was just grateful that someone actually took her off the streets for the night and got her out of the cold.
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 26, 2016 23:09:56 GMT -5
I looked around the streets. I wasn't surprised to see a few snow flakes. It was cold. Too cold for anyone to even think about staying the night outside. I looked back at the girl. She was thankful. I was as well. She had begun to teach me a lesson, one i would not soon forget. I started to say something but the car stopped and my door opened. I looked up at Stefan and climbed out of the car. "Thank you, Stefan. Please bring the things up. I will take.... our guest upstairs."I placed my cane down on the ground in front of me. Stefan looked at it then back up to me and nodded. I didn't know her name. The thought had only just crossed my mind. Some gentleman I was. I would wait for introductions until we were inside. She needed to get warm first. "Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir."He went to the other side of the car and -if Mizi hadn't opened her door- would open the door and offer his hand to help her out. He looked at her crossly for only a fraction of a second before his face went blank. The life of a butler was such cruelty at times. "Madame."His voice was calm, flat. There was no indication he had any resentment toward her whatsoever. I made my way to her side of the vehicle and put my elbow out for her to take. "My lady? Shall we go inside? It is quite chilly out this evening."Whether she took my arm or not, I would lead into the Four Season's Hotel and directly to our room. I gave her a moment to take in the room before speaking to her again. "Have you had anything to eat?" I suspected the answer was no, so I made my way to the telephone to alert the room service of a very specific need.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 23:22:05 GMT -5
Mizi would open her door and step out onto the sidewalk, she got a sudden rush of cold over her body and waited for the man to say something, he asked if they would go inside and she nodded in approval, this man was being very polite and Mizi felt well at home, when they got inside the spacious suite he had gone immediately to the telephone (assuming thats what you're calling from) he asked again another question, if she had eaten, she hadn't eaten since that morning so she nodded in approval that she hadn't, she started to feel suddenly and opened the locket hanging from her neck, a picture of her mother, it started to relive her almost immediately and looked back up to the man.
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Feb 26, 2016 23:35:38 GMT -5
"What would you like? I am requesting a large pitcher of hot cocoa. What would you like to eat?"
I waited to hear her answer before speaking onto the phone again. I handed her a menu of the things they normally brought.
"Feel free to get anything from this menu. I have no limit to how much I can spend. If there is anything else you would like that is not on the menu, Please let me know."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2016 0:04:01 GMT -5
Mizi studied the menu for a minute before deciding on fish and chips, "Thank you." Mizi gave the man a genuine smile and walked over to one of the lounge chairs and sat in it cross-legged, "Why did you do this for me?" Mizi really wanted to know, if her guardian abandoned her then who else would wanner help her or take her in.
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