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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.
Full Story Here.
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Misanthrope-ish (Kevin/OPEN)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 2:23:13 GMT -5
Kanu was lounging around in the forest around the school, at this point he just wanted to avoid anyone at all costs, Kanu was just lounging around sitting on a large boulder that was right next to the tree which Kanu leaned on, Kanu was sketching in his notebook for new tattoos and nearly falling asleep he was listening to some music and dropped his pencil while he was slowly drifting asleep.
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 9, 2016 2:59:36 GMT -5
I just wanna feel liberated, Iiiii-yiiiii-yiiiii...
Unfortunately for Kanu, Kevin liked to zone out by walking around with his music- in this case, Kanye West. Dressed in a pair of low-top gray Vans, maroon joggers and a plain white tee, Kevin trotted along paths less-traveled. His backpack hung loose off both shoulders with a white cord trailing out of it, leading to a simple pair of over-ear headphones, playing their music liud enough for anyone to tell that Kevin was potentially damaging his eardrums. Nonetheless, he nodded & bobbed his head to the beat.
"You used to call me on my- ya used to, ya used-" *crunch!* "-Huh?"
Kevin felt the snapping of wood underneath his foot, assuming he'd look down and see a twig. Nooooope, under Kevin's oversized foot was a #2 pencil. Or whatever kind that Kanu preferred, if he was a hipster liked another style. And not far off was Kanu himself, getting ready to sleep as hard as the rock he was resting on. "Aw, shit," Kevin said as he squatted down to pick up the weiting utensil. It was split down the middle but was still usable with a bit of tape.
"My bad, yo. This yours?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 17:09:01 GMT -5
"Huh?" Kanu's earbuds were just low enough to hear what Kevin had said, "Oh yeah, no problem.", Kanu scanned the boy and could hear his music over his, Kanu pulled out his earbuds and looked at him, "So, what're you doing out here?" Kanu gave Kevin a piercing look with his red and black contacted eyes.
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 10, 2016 3:36:07 GMT -5
The same thing that Kanu was doing, most likely: finding his own domain, out of the way from everyone else. Unfortunately, here they were. Or maybe it was fortune? It could be, if you're the type that likes seeing two people interact who don't prioritize making friends. Kevin passed the split pencil over Kanu's way, or at least he attempted to. The two pieces were clutched firmly between Kevin's index, middle and thumb fingers with both ends pointed in the boy's direction.
"Ain't much. Just like walkin' and bumpin' my music. Whatchu got goin' on, b?" There was a moment where Kevin locked eyes with the young man in front of him. The realization that this kid had such striking contacts took Kevin back a bit, and it showed. There was a flash of attentiveness- or was it shock?- in his eyes before his eyebrows dropped to a more relaxed frown. He had to wonder...did this kid realize just how freaky his contacts looked?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2016 17:35:30 GMT -5
Kanu looked at the pencil in the boy's hand "Just drop it." Kanu then continued "Just trying to avoid the festival." Kanu gave a sharp look to the school in the distance, Kanu would hop off the rock, "Might wanna turn down your music."
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 18, 2016 1:40:21 GMT -5
What, "Hotline Bling" wasn't his flavor?
Kanu knew how to take the wind out of a guy's sails. Kevin's face twisted up a bit when he was oh so kindly asked to turn the volume down and drop the pencil, which he reluctantly did in that order. As a matter of fact, Kevin went ahead and paused it---all the way or not at all. There was a moment where Kevin put his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth between his heels and the balls of his feet, the silence between the two boys growing more awkward by the second. "I mean," Kevin started. "Do ya got a thing against other kids, or do ya just not like good food?" He asked this casually, as if inquiring what kind of cheese Kanu liked on his hamburgers. Less scathing that way, right?
"'Cause if ya like all ya food seasoned by water n'shit, I ain't judgin'." And yes, the smirk on Kevin's face oozed as much slyness as his words.
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