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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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Don't Stop 'Til You're..! (Dizzery)
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 11, 2016 19:15:07 GMT -5
The recreational center was a welcome addition to the island, serving as a dedicated space to keep students occupied, while conveniently deterring these known delinquent kids from crossing the bridge into mainland San Francisco to do such. On the other hand, one could possibly compare it to an upscale prison yard, giving its denizens the possibility of getting themselves in shape and conspiring to commit whatever heinous acts they may come up with outside of school hours. One in particular was treating the weight training area as such. Kevin was presently sitting on an exercise bench, his legs wide. His right hand rested on his thigh, while his left gripped a dumbbell. He was doing bicep curls, his arm repeatedly folding upward as it lifted the weight, before slowly unfurling. Kevin was visibly in his own world, his eyes set on the measured reps and nothing else. He was trying to get buff...the good-minded, but immature mindset dictating that muscle meant fitness. Kevin remained fixated on his workout, oblivious to what was going on around him.
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Post by Chase "Dizzery" Carter on Mar 12, 2016 1:19:44 GMT -5
It was around these times that Chase could be found working on getting stronger. Whether ever there was a place, he would be there. He had only recently arrived though, so he was a little awkward about standing out too much but it's not like he ever usually did so he just went on with training as he usually did. However, he preferred training with a partner compared to being all alone and wanted to see if he could get a training partner out of anyone that was in the area. There wasn't that many people that appeared to look amazingly good so his eyes scanned for someone who maybe looked, at the very least, interesting.
A-ha! One person peaked his interest and he stood upon seeing them. Chase was going to approach them to make an attempt at seeing if they would train and if they said no, he would accept it and try someone else or something, that was the plan he had at least. As Chase edged in on the other guy, he grew a little anxious of the outcome. He really wasn't someone that tended to ask other people to train with him. In fact, he usually hates the idea of even thinking of hitting another unless they attack him first but he shrugged it off. There was a first time for everything, right?
At the very least, he tried to convince himself of this but just grew reluctant to believe it.
After about five minutes of awkwardly contemplating everything that could go wrong or anything that he thought will go wrong, he finally took to reaching and attempting to talk to the man that was now in front of him. Unknowing of what to say, he came out with something about training and going for being really strong. It sounded really cringy, to him at least. "Hey, buddy. I'm looking for a training partner to become all super buff n' all! Y'know? What the hip kids all wanna be like."
He resounded the words in his head and every time he did, his eyes grew closer together out of cringing. What the hell was he even talking about? Hip kids wanting to be buff and it being the latest thing out there? Was that really true or some like he had just made up to try and get a training partner. Well, did it even really matter at this point? It was either going to work out and the guy would say yes or it wouldn't go so well and the man would not agree to his little request therefore turning him down. There was also the chance the man would judge him for his awkwardness. Whatever it was, Chase mentally prepared himself for each different answer. As well as the possibility of the guy doing something unpredictable, like attacking him out of nowhere or saying something. Who knew what it would be but being prepared is better than nothing in Chase's mind, honestly. So he thought.
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 12, 2016 2:05:36 GMT -5
Dizzery was right---approaching someone in the midst of their workout was a dice roll.
Kevin remained out of tune with anything except his own routine. It wasn't even that he was doing anything intense or incredible; bicep curls are a simple exercise and Kevin didn't have some astonishing amount of weight in his grasp. He simply was in his own world...and now someone was invading it in the weirdest of fashions. The words that came out of Dizzery's mouth initially made Kevin's neck snap upward at the sudden interruption. Next was a single eyebrow of Kevin's that raised up, a look of bewilderment that only intensified the more that this (noticeably older) kid spoke. "Uhh..?" Kevin's lips parted as if he were about to speak; nothing emerged at first. Yo, you do know you not supposed to go exercise while you high as fuck, right? Kevin kept his thoughts to himself...for the most part.
"What're you, like 85?" He'd ask, Dizzery's words reminiscent of every stereotypical grandfather who was trying to speak the lingo with his grandkids before he told some neighborhood punk to get off his lawn and stop listening to the rap music. Meanwhile, Dizzery was subjected to a 14 year old who was San Francisco born and raised, but somehow sounded like he had lived in Brooklyn for the entirety of his existence. Kevin looked away, took a deep breath and set the dumbbell down by his feet, flexing his now free left hand to get full circulation going. With that, he'd stand up and run his fingers through his hair, pushing some stray locks backwards before he refocused on the young man before him. The kid definitely seemed weird, but didn't look too incredibly strange. Plus, Kevin could use a spotter just in case. "...Yeah, long as ya dentures don't go flyin' or you start rememberin' how crazy it was back in 'Nam, we can work out." With that, Kevin flashed a relaxed smile as an obvious show that he was just giving the kid a hard time and it was all jokes. Kevin fluttered the school-issued Physical Education tee he wore, getting a breeze going around him before adjusting a baggy pair of gym shorts and wriggling his toes inside of his worn-in pair of white hi-top sneakers. He prayed to Jesus that this guy wasn't wasting his time.
"A'ight, whatchu wanna do?"
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Post by Chase "Dizzery" Carter on Mar 12, 2016 15:00:45 GMT -5
Each word that came out of the kid's voice made him laugh a little. He didn't say much, though. The kid mentioned something about Chase not remembering what is was like back in Nam and everything would be fine, or something like that. Chase, slightly confused, nodded. "Don't worry. There will be none of that. I'm actually... Quite normal. I just wasn't exactly sure as to what I should say, so what I did say was slightly random. But, yeah. Other than that. I assure you, I'm normal." he coughed upon finishing his sentence and pointed towards an area that wasn't occupied by a single student. It was a large open area, it had a few things lying around one could theoretically use as weapons but that wasn't the point. Upon pointing, he would explain to the kid what he wanted to do. "Well, how about we go over there and have a little fight training. I need to work on my blocking a little and my current moves. It's also a whole body exercise, so you get something out of it as well. Plus..." he paused for a few seconds before continuing. "... I need a fighting rival, of sorts. Perhaps you'd be up for it. That's if... you're strong enough, though."
He would begin to walk towards the open area and would make sure that the boy was in his eyesight constantly, be it from an awkward, cross eyed angle or from a direct stare into his eyes, Chase didn't care. Though, Chase was just being somewhat paranoid for no reason and didn't need to try and be so cautious. He was in a public(ish) place after all therefore making the chances of the kid doing something weird quite unlikely. Well, that's if the kid actually followed him. If not, he would just be walking on his own which would make him seem weird to others, especially because he was walking to somewhere that you can basically only train if you're with someone else. If the kid did follow along he would put him on the spot which a slightly random question. "So, how old are you, kid? Also... What's your name?" after saying this, however, he let out a small sigh and then a laugh. "Sorry, it's rude for me not to introduce myself before asking those questions. I'm Dizzery. It's a weird name but that's how it is. Seventeen is my age. Your turn."
It was funny just how much Chase wanted to get into this training. When training, he didn't have to talk as much or at all so it wasn't awkward. Chase wasn't a big talker and preferred the silence over noise, in all honesty. Though, sometimes talking was needed to get through certain situations and it took him a few years to actually understand that, unfortunately.
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 13, 2016 17:45:08 GMT -5
Aren't ALL lasting bonds made this way?
Kevin listened intently to the guy in front of him, hearing him explain how he wasn't some weirdo- Yeah, jury's still out on that one. However, he was glad he gave the kid the time of day, especially when there was mention of a fight. Kevin's whole face lit up with interest as he did his best to surpress the excitement. However, he was a bit offput by the...he couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something he wasn't used to, being asked to swing on someone as if requesting a spotter on the benchpress.
It wasn't going to stop him, though.
Kevin slowly but surely nodded, following his soon-to-be sparring partner down to where there was a bit more open space. The two exchanged glances for a moment, but little else. Kevin was in his own mind, psyching himself up for what was to come. Strong enough? Heh. Dizzery knew how to press the right buttons, that was for sure. Soeaking of Dizzery, he asked Kevin for his name...and promptly cut Kevin off before he could even pronounce the "K" in his own name. He paused from the sudden rememberance of Dizzery's manners, but took it all the same. "Dizzery...I'm Kevin."
Kevin inhaled through his nose, balled up his fists and smacked his knuckles against each other before raising them and assuming his stance. His fists and arms were balled incredibly tight with his elbows out, unfortunately showing a bit of inexperience before even a hand was thrown. He was rigid and stiff in a few places, one of the bad habits one can learn if they spend too much time engaging in back-alley fisticuffs. Yet, there was some bounce here and there---his shoulders would tighten some, then slack up a bit. Kevin's neck wasn't opposed to swaying a bit, along with his torso. Nothing drastic, just small moves that Kevin had watched and picked up over time...he didn't quite realize the importance of loosening up even more, though it may have suggested he understood the art of misdirection. Even his feet, though firmly planted, occasionally lifted ever so slightly. He was ready.
"Tell me when to go."
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