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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 Lang Lang-chan on Mar 8, 2016 23:24:10 GMT -5
when you start liking pain things start to get interesting A blanket of darkness, penetrated by the various streetlights and other visual cacophonies, enveloped the city of San Francisco as the clock neared midnight . As the sun fell and light no longer dared show itself upon the land, all that could be seen very gradually turned into Belphegor's very own hunting ground. He took to the streets on the prowl, a predator searching for his prey. What was Belphegor's goal this night? Quite simply put, it was only to find someone to hurt.
Did he have a reason? No. But then...
... he didn't need one.
After a very short search, Belphegor happened upon a lone jogger in a park. A young, attractive woman. She noticed him - how could she not? A handsome young man like himself played this sort of game with little difficulty - and smiled. He returned this in kind, causing her to let her guard down and thus easing his way into bringing her into his world. She looked happy, but he could see in here eye there was one very, very obvious problem. She didn't look like someone who knew pain... this meant her happiness was a lie.
What kind of good person could go on living knowing he didn't do everything in his power to make another person as happy as can be?
With very minimal sweet-talking, Belphegor managed to convince the woman that he was friendly, and the two walked around the park side-by-side. He got to know her, her name, her family, the type of work she did. It was all dreadfully boring, but the more she spoke the more he could tell she wanted something new to happen in her life. Something... refreshing. And he knew only he could give it to her. So, he decided to walk her home. Having already let her guard down, she began to lead him through an alley... and this was where she made the most fatal mistake she possibly could have.
As they reached the center of the alley, Belphegor suddenly tackled the woman into a wall, startling and dazing her from the force and surprise. Pulling a knife from his back pocket, he jabbed it into the woman's side, immediately cutting into her and causing the lovely crimson liquid he so adored to gush outward. She screamed, and he did nothing to prevent it. If there was anything Belphegor loved almost as much as hurting people, it had to be the sounds they made when they were scared for their lives. | notes & tags 416words Open AH! Les do dis. |
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Post by Orion Smith on Mar 8, 2016 23:38:01 GMT -5
Orion had a bad habit. This habit was taking long enthusiastic walks at nights. Why? Because he could, and while he didn't like fighting, he could at least kick the crap out of any two bit thug who tried his patience. Anyone stronger than that wouldn't fight him anyway. Being an unknown was useful like that.
Anyway, Orion decided to go on a walk. To the park, specifically. Always a beautiful place to go, parks. Orion had fond memories of parks in both this world and his. Even if he did set off an exorbitant amount of fireworks in one... He was bored, don't judge him.
And then he heard the screaming. Orion let out a sigh. There went the peace and quiet of his night. Irritably he started heading towards the scream, muttering under his breath about people needing to pick better spots to commit crime. He ambled over to the alley the screams were coming from, and turned to stand at the start of it. Down in the alley was a woman getting stabbed ruthlessly and quite painfully by a blond man with a knife, who wasn't even bothering to shut her up while stabbing her. Orion would wait until the woman paused to take a breath to scream again before speaking up.
"Soooo... I'm assuming ex-girlfriend that cheated on you? It's cool man, just you know, might want to muffle her. Screams tend to attract that 'heroic' type of person that'll come along to stop you."
Yeah, Orion truly had no fucks to give. He had seen worse. Hell, he had stained the entirety of a bar floor red with blood. And it's not like he knew this chick.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2016 23:55:21 GMT -5
Kanu would hear a blood-curdling scream while walking away from a restaurant he had stayed in for most of that night, the scream lead him to an alleyway with two men with one of them holding a girl up against the wall a knife in her stomach, "Yo, what's this about?" Kanu wasn't one to interfere but the scream attracted him, quite same to the ones of the previous person he had just destroyed not too long ago, he looked at the other kid and continued "What is this a peep show?".
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 9, 2016 0:23:56 GMT -5
Kevin didn't have any intentions of tonight being fucking lit, but here we are.
Moving out from under his mother's thumb onto 552's grounds allowed the half-Brazilian kid a piece of freedom outside of class and a chance to roam how he may. Unfortunately, there was a degree of homesickness---even though he stayed in the same city, he wasn't inside his familiar walls, listening to the only important woman in his life drone about how he needed to make his bed, finish his homework by a decent hour and stop horseplaying. However, instead of just stopping by for a visit, Kevin simply strolled his old neighborhood. It was quiet and safe, even at this time of night. Kevin was getting ready to cut through a few backstreets and pathways that offered a little more adventure to his walk when he heard it. The shriek that hit his ears gave him goosebumps all over. There was a moment of pause before he moved to action, his long frame now a blur of high-top sneakers, red basketball shorts and a gray hoodie darting in the direction of the commotion. His feet practically skidded as he hit the alley, his eyes taking in the sight as it happened. His mouth acted about as quick as the words took to register in his brain.
"YO, WHAT THE FUCK!?"
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Post by Lang Lang-chan on Mar 9, 2016 21:14:39 GMT -5
when you start liking pain things start to get interesting To say the responses he got from passersby bored him would be an incredible understatement. Indifference was the bane of entertainment, and the first two men to make their appearances showed nothing but that. Did it excite Belphegor to see men who could stomach what he did? Not in the slightest. So, despite the lovely, blood-soaked woman before him, the only thing his lips could think to do in this moment was frown. At the very least, much to his surprise and fortune, Belphegor would not have to be disappointed for long, for when the next man showed his face, it was clear he had a distaste for the scene before him.
His frown quickly inverting, a wild look took over Belphegor's eyes as he began to cackle. Withdrawing the blade from the girl's side, he allowed her to fall to the ground, where she would whimper and attempt to crawl away.
"Tell me, friend," Belphegor aimed at the third man, ignoring the first two for the moment. "Does this upset you?"
As the girl attempted to crawl away, he stopped her, grabbing the back of her shirt and holding her in place. Stomping down on her back, she yelped as her body collided with the cold floor beneath her. Belphegor descended upon her, straddling her from behind and holding the knife up to her ear. She whimpered, and he leaned in closer toward her. "Scream for me, darling," he started, biting her. In response, as he'd expected, she shrieked.
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Post by Orion Smith on Mar 9, 2016 21:35:30 GMT -5
Well, now this was a mess. Yet another guy showed up, who looked confused as fuck, and then one more, who was filled with righteous indignation. Orion decided to answer them both at once.
"Just your standard psycho with a knife. Fairly common, really, though most of them are at least polite enough to muffle the people they're gutting."
And then said psycho laughed, and relinquished the woman to taunt the hero type person that had just shown up. And then proceeded to maul the woman even more. Orion let out a long-suffering sigh as he calmly took a few steps to the side.
"Yeah, this is going to end in even more blood..."
Though he was speaking apathetically and maintained an uncaring expression, Orion was tense under his concealing clothing, ready to defend himself if anyone made a move at him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 22:10:24 GMT -5
Kanu watched as the guy tortured the girl and watch, Kanu had thoughts running through his head, who would he be if he stood by and let it happen he had to do something, Kanu would run towards Bel and grab the hand he held the knife in and reel back and punch him with the other hand.
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 10, 2016 3:01:37 GMT -5
...And they were just standing around, letting it happen?
The psychopath addressing Kevin was given little more than stuttering and stammering, Kevin being too stunned by what happened in front of him to form a cohesive sentence. He'd heard of apathy to people in danger as well as those who just simply didn't give a fuck about others. However, witnessing it in front of him was overwhelming. Why is this happening, he thought. A cold sweat formed over his brow from it all; Why ain't they stoppin' it!?
And yet he was frozen in place as well, wide-eyed and rigid even when that sick fuck mounted this poor woman and continued to assault her. It was in that moment that one of the two bystanders decided that they couldn't just let this happen without doing something. As Kevin watched, there was a moment where he recalled something---one of the events that eventually got him here in the first place. That fateful day, when he watched some unlucky kid get his head stomped in by five guys for no good reason. And sure, Kevin wasn't one of the attackers...but he was there with the assholes who did. Aside from saying he "wasn't feeling" what went on, he did nothing to put an end to it. The last he checked, that kid was going to be disabled for the rest of his life. Kevin got locked up for the incident. Suffice to say, Kevin already had his fill of just standing around while someone got hurt for no good reason.
Kanu wouldn't be alone. Barring any interference by Orion, Kevin rushed into the fray, knowing full and well what he was getting into. Some loony motherfucker had a knife and made it painfully obvious that he didn't give a fuck about anyone's well being. Engaging the man was bordering on suicidal. Then again...when did any act of heroism come without a calculated risk? Using his reach, Kevin attempted to take Bel from behind, reaching over him and Kanu in an attempt to wrestle the weapon from ANYONE'S grip, attempting to pry it away and toss it to the far right out of anyone's reach.
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Post by Lang Lang-chan on Mar 10, 2016 22:00:29 GMT -5
when you start liking pain things start to get interesting Even now, Belphegor did not pay much attention to Orion. Why not, when the man's indifference actually became slightly interesting at this point? Why, the other two were finally spurred into action, of course, and that was significantly more entertaining. The long-haired boy, he was slow, moving at a snail's pace that Belphegor could track even whilst blindfolded. The other - the one who was clearly affected by all this from the beginning - he was much faster, and Belphegor's full attention was on him. He wanted to be hurt, he wanted to hurt them, he wanted the fun to go on... but he knew they wanted it to end, and that wasn't quite what he had in mind.
Reeling backward as both Kanu and Kevin would make an attempt to grab his knife, he would stab it into the slower man's forearm, just around the elbow. If Kevin went to grab it still, it would remain lodged in Kanu's forearm, straight up to the point where Belphegor was struck in the face. Bringing up his free forearm with more than enough time to spare, he would catch Kanu's strike - a rather powerful one - though the force would still send him sliding backward. He would collide with Kevin, back to stomach, and his knife would be pulled through Kanu's forearm, cutting it wide open, before he lost control of it and it landed across the alleyway from himself.
A cackle escaped Belphegor's lips as he would collide with Kevin, pain searing through his arm relentlessly. He loved it, the sensation causing him to grin uncontrollably. His wild eyes were focused on Kanu now - Kevin's apparent lack of emotional control was interesting, yes, but Kanu could hurt him... he just wanted to see how much. Barring any resistance, he would rush at the man and leap upward, arm pulled back. Tackling Kanu, he would drop his elbow down on the top of the man's head. | notes & tags 322words |
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Post by Orion Smith on Mar 11, 2016 0:44:31 GMT -5
And of course the other two couldn't just watch. They both rushed past Orion, but in the time that they did so, the second they started moving an internal war raged within Orion. Both? Shit, I had hoped...Doesn't matter. Do I just stand back and watch still?Not my fault if they want to play hero, not my fault if they get cut.But... 2 on 1. I never liked unfair odds.And heroes or villains... I sided with heroes before. I remember how that turned out.At least with a villain, I'll have control over when the world burns instead of helplessly watching.Besides... A hero is what turned me into what I am.... And at the end of the day, honestly, it is easier to bribe a psycho then a hero. And with everything that has happened recently, everything I remember... I'm going to need an edge. An edge that I can't get by being a hero.... Fuck it This line of thoughts took maybe five seconds. In that time, the two heroes had both advanced upon the blonde. There was a second reason Orion had moved to the wall: a pipe, 4 feet in length, lying discarded against it. Shielded from view by his body from the others (well, the other two; the psycho had more than likely seen it, but then he had a knife, so probably didn't give a shit), Orion had moved to be near to grab it in case things went south. Well, things had gone south. Orion's hands slipped around the cool metal as he moved away from the wall with all the stealth he possessed. Thankfully, the woman still had not shut the hell up, so the sound of Orion's movements were masked, and both of the others had their backs turned, let alone that they were far more focus on the bloody man with a knife. One step, two, makeshift weapon cocked back in his hands, Orion took a third step and, timing with the knife thrust into the slower man's arm, swung his pipe to smash between the poor bastard's legs, more than likely shifting his voice to sing soprano. ((OOC: ... Please don't hate me? Essentially, Orion just golf-club swung a pipe into Kanu's gonads from behind. Just to make clear who just got nut cracked, as it might have been a bit confusing with how I never refer to a character by name if Orion doesn't know them.))
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 15, 2016 2:52:37 GMT -5
There were two sides to the events unfolding: on one end, Kevin and Kanu succeeded in disarming Bel, his knife flying off to a neutral corner where no one could use it. However, on the other end, Kevin may have inadvertedly helped slice Kanu's arm open in the midst of the struggle. On top of it all, Orion decided he no longer wished to stand by and do nothing. By the time Kevin even thought to issue a warning, it was too late. Orion was already swinging his pipe before Kevin took notice. Immediately after, Bel freed himself from Kevin's grasp in an attempt to jump on and double-team Kanu.
There was too much going on at once for Kevin to fully process. The woman who was the source of all this was laying out, still bleeding and very much in danger. She needed medical attention in the worst way. However, Kanu was now in dire straits on his own. If Kevin didn't do something, that would make two unfortunate trips to the emergency room...and that was being optimistic. Even worse, there seemed to be two nutjobs who seemed intent on maiming and murdering for a reason Kevin didn't understand. One thing was clear- he needed to stop them. But how? What was going to prove the best solution? Under the strezs of such a frightening situation, Kevin made a judgement call. He responded to the sudden alliance against Kanu by reaching for Bel, aiming to snatch him up with his left arm under the blonde butcher's jaw and his right arm hooking underneath Bel's underarm. Kevin would then try to vehemently pull Bel up and away from Kanu and Orion in a pseudo-choke hd, yanking the sick bastard backwards. If he was able to separate Bel from the fray, Kevin would then slip his left arm down around Bel's waist, his right arm doing the same before his hands clasped each other. The rest was just old, natural, untrained grappeling, Kevin aiming to swing Bel into the nearest wall or dumpster before Kevin took a step back and attempted slamming him. Kevin held on tight, arching his back to will Bel off of his own feet, before violently flinging him down to land however the evil motherfucker fell.
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Post by Lang Lang-chan on Mar 15, 2016 11:15:55 GMT -5
when you start liking pain things start to get interesting Given Belphegor's commitment to his motion, and the ridiculous difference in height between himself and the overgrown fourteen year-old behind him, there was very little he could actually do to defend against the attack. That said, even if he could, he wouldn't want to. It wasn't every day someone got close enough to grapple him like this, and he honestly wanted to see what exactly a man of this size could inflict upon him. That's not to say he didn't defend himself at all, however - as Belphegor was hoisted upward and forced off of his feet, he slammed his heels into Kanu's stomach to force himself even further backward - overcompensating against Kevin's force to force him to stumble slightly, but definitely not enough to cause the guy to drop him - and slam the back of his head into the fourteen year-old's nose.
Regardless of whether or not his headbutt landed, Belphegor would be caught in a flurry of motions that he would hardly be able to keep track of, despite his usually wonderful perception. The pain he felt from being thrown around, despite how much he loved it, made it difficult for him to process everything happening at once, and before he knew it, he laid on the ground in an almost-literal state of tactile overload. Salivating uncontrollably, the blond's vision blurred as he tried to stand, stumbling against a nearby dumpster.
"This... hurts..." Belphegor slowly began to chuckle, interrupted only by coughing up what appeared to be some of his own blood. "You're different... I like that."
Eyes wide with an evident blood-thirst flashing through them, Belphegor dashed toward Kevin suddenly, closing the new gap between them rather quickly. Once within striking distance, he dropped down into a handstand, left hand supporting his weight with his right shin sailing for the crook of Kevin's neck on his left side. His left foot, meanwhile, would pull itself into his chest and stomach before shooting out to Kevin's solar plexus. | notes & tags 329words |
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Post by Orion Smith on Mar 15, 2016 21:52:51 GMT -5
"Tch."
Orion withdrew his pipe and took a step back, bringing up the pipe in the same ready position one would hold a blade. He carefully began moving closer to the left wall, keeping the other three in front of him. While the one he hit didn't seem to be getting up anytime soon, it was better to be safe than sorry, and the other two were currently too engaged in a CQC brawl. Close quarters enough that Orion didn't see a decent opening, not he would either way. For now, Orion would step in if it seemed like the psycho was losing, or if he was about to kill his opponent. Orion wanted the psycho to become an ally, but rampant killing got you targeted rapidly. So he would wait, watching, pipe held at the ready.
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 16, 2016 3:36:16 GMT -5
Slinging someone around becomes drastically different when you're having difficulty seeing. Bel making the decision to throw his head backwards and pop Kevin right in the face was admittedly a good decision. It wasn't like there were many ways to evade the headbutt...or Kevin would at least hold onto that thought for comfort. Kevin had no choice but to take the shot, his eyes watering almost instantly. That sharp thud of one man's skull whipping into the bridge of another's nose was fallowed by an audible "Ack!" with Kevin shutting his eyes tightly, face screwed up in pain. However, even if Bel had attempted to flee, he'd instead be met by a guy whose grip wasn't broken so easily as the undersized attacker still found himself slammed against the pavement.
As Bel laid there in a heap, Kevin shook his head a few times in the hope of it somehow relieving him of his pain. His right index finger and thumb checked for blood. There was none, and he thanked God for it. He swore for a moment that it was broken...Kevin returned to the present when Bel opened up, mentioning something about Kevin being different? The statement alarmed him---what did this wacko even mean? What about him was so different? Was he not accustomed to someone beating his ass for stabbing innocent women? Kevin said nothing, merely looking in the general direction that he remembered Orion standing. Unfortunately, Kevin found nothing and felt the need to locate the pipe-wielding accomplice to make sure he wasn't about to get jumped. The distraction cost him as suddenly, he felt the bone of Bel's leg crack against Kevin's flesh, the aim and power behind the handstand-assisted kick delivering enough force to temporarily stun him. The top half of Kevin's body turned with the momentum from Bel's kick, taking a step backward to instinctively try and correct his balance...only to be met with another shot, this time right in the breadbasket.
A combination of the force of Bel planting his foot up under Kevin's ribcage, paired with the sudden loss of oxygen sent Kevin skidding backwards, almost dropping to a knee. He momentarily had the wind knocked out of him, far more shocking than it was actually painful. Kevin was all kinds of uncomfortable upon realizing he temporarily was robbed of his ability to breathe. Nonetheless, he'd soldier through at the sight of a potential opening. Had Bel dropped down to plant his feet and find some sort of balance, Kevin was now advancing, taking a couple of quick but wide steps forward. He was still hunched over a bit...but he still came to fight. Before Bel could recompose himself or find himself completely upright, Kevin closed in with both fists balled until the knuckles turned white. His left was cocked back, his right off to the side as a sign of setting up a power punch from the left...except he came with the right first, looking to catch Bel with a hook across the jaw. Right after, Kevin swooped around with a vicious overhead haymaker on his left; Kevin visualized his knuckles locking in on Belphegor's temple. With full extension of his arm, Kevin had enough force behind the wild strike to plant his enemy on the pavement once again if he didn't properly defend himself. This time, he wasn't letting that bastard get up.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2016 17:27:19 GMT -5
While all the fighting was happening Kanu would push himself against the wall and lift himself, he looked for the boy that had the pipe and looked at him, he was ready to strike but it didn't seem like he was going to go in. Kanu would try to quietly as possible approach the boy attempting to wrestle the pipe out of his hands, if possible he would push back the boy and give him a swing straight to the ribs.
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