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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 Shoji Wakeshima on May 1, 2016 18:31:40 GMT -5
"Katana boy?" growled the tall man, brows arching high in response to Anthony's response to him like 50 posts ago, oops. The urge to not only kill but torture this fuckboy coursed through Shoji's form. How satisfying it would be to filet him and force-feed him his entails and shit... The charismatic creature's dark thoughts were hidden, but not his displeasure from the boy's disrespect. His crimson hues narrowed at Anthony and Shoji stiffened just slightly. Glancing away, he merely murmured in retort, "Watch your tongue, fuckboy."
Shoji was good at hiding his nature, a natural even, but he still had his pride.
As observant as Shoji was, not even his careful eyes could catch the shadow watching and moving amongst them.
While inflicting pain was a common practice for the man, being on the receiving end was more unusual. Pain seared within Shoji's head, blinding him, and the towering Japanese man nearly dropped his katana, swaying and stumbling from the pressure against his skull. Blade piercing the ground was the only preventative from Shoji collapsing, and a broad hand grasped at his face as he clenched his teeth and hissed. He was not weak by any means, but the pain was immense and unexpected, taking the man off-guard and momentarily crippling him. Clenching his eyes, Shoji hunched over and leaned into his sword, which now supported the brunt of his weight.
Yet as quickly as it came, the supernatural migraine faded away and Shoji panted, opening his crimson hues. He furrowed his brows and hissed lowly in his mothertongue, "W-What the fucking hell?!"
The inevitable cockblock child began to speak and his seething gaze moved to her, distrust glimmering within. It seemed to him that she was the common denominator to the trouble they were suffering, although it didn't particularly help that he wasn't terribly fond of annoying brats. That was enough of a reason to snuff out their lives, wasn't it? Yet his grip stayed still upon his blade, the man resisting the urge to slay the child who he strongly suspected of some sort of wickedness... and not the type he enjoyed. And it took considerable more effort when everything was led to putting the lone woman amongst the sausage-fest in danger. Were they fucking joking?! And of course that fuckboy was the one who took the hood and was handing it to Ira. Douchebag...!
"Tch," Shoji rested a hand on his hip. Getting along with everyone and acting nice wasn't going to get him anywhere here. Not in this situation. "I don't like it one bit. Sounds more like a trap to me, or at least a path to certain destruction. And she would be the one heading straight into Death's embrace."
His gaze softened as he looked at Ira, who begrudgingly took the hood. A brave and strong woman, she was. That much was apparent. Pulling his blade from the earth, he wiped the dirt against his pants so that it gleamed once more, and he smiled at the teenage girl. He would have acted as the knight (as his libido overpowered his concern for possible death just then), promising to be a blade at her side, and entirely ignore the rest of the sausage-fest, but as she walked off to the house before he could follow after, all of the men were thrust into the house and a strange room from a overwhelming gust of wind.
As Shoji didn't particularly believe in a hell, the room was simply dimmed to him and his eyes settled on the boy as the man got back up onto his two feet and shook his head. Another child? Just how many were there going to be? His distaste for them only increased. Little shits...! Clearly an enemy, Shoji was going to move to strike down the boy, despite the whole friendship bullshit with Reddy or whatever she was called, as the werewolves ignored his presence, when everything went out of control. His distrust of the girl had been spot on and as she morphed into a werewolf and broke down the wall, proceeding to sink her teeth in the beautiful teenager's leg, his crimson hues widened before narrowing sharply. He could have killed her when he had the change, ignoring keeping appearances, and he charged forward, whipping past the others fighting.
If the werewolf still remained overtop Ira, Shoji would have moved to cut her right through the hips, attempting to slide the werewolf clean in half. But if Xaier's move had any level of success, the Japanese man would have sprinted towards the creature, moving to pierce Red and impale her against the floor. Regardless, he would lick his lips, eyes gleaming darkly, and bare his teeth. "You're not the only one with fangs, little bitch!"
Well, she was a bitch now. Right? Right?
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Post by Rire-chan on May 11, 2016 6:42:31 GMT -5
It was one summer day. It was a l i f e t i m e. ❝ [ ► ❚❚ ] listen before/when posting
He slowly rose from his bed and ran his hand through hs tousled hair. Looking around sleepily, he rang for service while he pushed aside the heavy covers that weighed him down. The cover stank; the whole room stank, and so did the inhabitants of the room. Even then, he still continued reaching out for his notebook, indifferent to his environment.
"Mary, isn't this nice?" He demanded, holding up a squiggly drawing of someone in a banana suit. Mary, however, didn't answer. She wasn't traumatized by his awful drawing, like any sane soul would be, she simply couldn't reply. Her eyes were slightly glassy as she held the alcohol bottle and slumped against the wall with a soft sigh. She might like if he helped her put back those lungs hanging out of her rib cage, the boy decided. And maybe if he was a good guy, she might play with him again. - - - Red sank her teeth into Ira's calf, and injected Ira with sedatives. She had a kind of desperate look in her eyes; the type a caged bird might have, if it was thrown -with shackles- into a cage, and ruthlessly trapped within. The typical consensus was this; everyone helps the girl and they live happily ever after.
However, there was no such thing as a happily ever after; you could presume a million things, but there was no certainty to life that will predetermine it, no matter how much you actually plan.
Releasing Ira from her gripped, she whipped around and open her red, red mouth, a good fit, considering her name. Her wolf's eyes were sneering, angry, and absolutely desperate.
Then it hit.
A huge sound resonated from Red's mouth, bouncing and echoing and bouncing and echoing off the house walls, off every single surface the voice could reach, slamming right into Xaier's gut. (dmg 50)
"I HAVE TO." Red screamed, her eyes turning crimson in the process. "I- HAVE- TO."
And that was all the time the people really needed.
The house walls crumpled like paper before the teenagers. People; adults, children, women, men, everyone was rampaging towards the house, and there was approximately 50 of them. Each one of their faces was alight with malice and they were roaring a single phrase, resonating once more with everyone.
"DEATH TO THEM." A man roared loudly, as a surge of people ran towards the teenager, their knives gleaming even in the dark. Three young girls, around age 8 would run towards Alex, their knives flashing. A tall, bulky man would confront Kazuya with a axe pointing directly at Kazuya's throat. Lexington would be gripped from the back by a tall, blonde woman. Shogi would face three teenager girls, around ages 17, with unibrows and really bad breath.
Kaitaro, and Kevin however, had other issues to handle. A long chain randomly whipped at their ankles, gripping onto their ankles tightly as the chain ominously dragged them towards the forest. They couldn't see where the chains are coming from; the chains simply vanished into the darkness of the forest, and the chains were vibrating softly.
"Come." A loud voice boomed in their heads.
But nothing, oh nothing, could prepare the teenagers for what was going to happen next. The people would come, alright, but even the people were nothing compared to those.
Blue vanished into smoke.
And four people that looked exactly like Gino Reisi, Ethen Choi, Ira Defaire, and Anthony Zain stood behind the mob, with mocking smiles on their faces.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on May 12, 2016 13:06:53 GMT -5
His brows furrowing as the walls of the house crumpled like paper in front of him, Kazuya would continue to make his way towards the inn, only to halt dead in his tracks as he was confronted by a tall, bulky man, an ax pointed directly at his throat. All around him, the people: adults, men, women, children, had become a mindless mob, rampaging towards the house. Malice present on their faces, they all roared the same phrase: "DEATH TO THEM."
He didn't have time for this.
Pulling his katana free from its sheath slung on the left side of his hip, gripping the hilt in both hands, just as he was about to attack, his brows would furrow even further, as he noticed from the top of his peripheral vision, directly behind the mob, were four people, one of whom he recognized. Ira. But why was she with the mob? And why did she and the other three all have the same mocking smile on their faces? ... He really didn't have time for this. Without hesitation, he would swing the katana downwards twice, at an angle, forming an X-shape, as a wave of fire would be released at the man, hopefully hitting him. If it successfully connected, Kazuya would quickly dash towards the man and at the last minute, would duck down and follow up with a quick horizontal slash to his front, aiming to cut deeply enough to debilitate him, but not kill him.
He needed to get through this mob, and get through them fast. He had to not only reach the inn, but also find out why Ira was standing with the mob.
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Post by Kaitaro of Crimson on May 12, 2016 13:40:45 GMT -5
As Kai ran through the crowded street, there was a stong pull at his ankles. The loss of mobility in his feet made him trip and fall to the ground. He began to get pulled toward the forest with an unknown force at the end of the chain. He reached to his back for his sword and swung it at the chain in attempts to break it. A loud voice was booming in his head, echoing and ringing throughout his mind. He kept swinging and slashing at the chain in fear of what lie ahead if him.
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Post by `Alvari on May 13, 2016 17:37:56 GMT -5
If they weren't careful, the ground was going to open up underneath them. Not much else can go wrong at this point.
Anthony's piss-poor humor drew Kevin's attention, and it stayed when he saw the one guy he considered a friend was now one arm short. He visibly almost blew a gasket as shock and horror took over his features. I mean, a young man's ARM was missing. He didn't get much of a chance to even check on him once everything started going even more haywire, though. Red went on a rampage, the wolves hadn't let up and suddenly, the entire house was uprooted all around them to reveal an angry mob...along with some other kids?
In all this confusion, Kevin hadn't noticed the chains that lashed out from seemingly nowhere to clamp around his ankles. Like some cattle that had been lassoed, Kevin was captured and his legs were AGAIN taken from underneath him. He fell hard on his stomach and chin as air was forcibly removed from his lungs; after being momentarily stunned, Kevin tried in vain to grasp onto anything that he could reach. Frantically, he clawed at the ground itself to try and get a hold, but to no good. Wide, terrified eyes focused on the darkness of the forest as he and Kaitaro were swallowed by it, drawn in by whatever it was that wanted them.
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Post by Ira Defaire on May 14, 2016 10:05:53 GMT -5
FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER ❝ Ira stared at her clone, momentarily stunned by the wolf. She didn't know how to react--she wasn't prepared for any of this, and that made her seethe silently in rage. She detested being thrown off-guard because she spent a painstaking amount of time cultivating having a guard to begin with. It didn't make sense.
Twisting her body and locking her eyes with Red, Ira's eyes were just as every bit as cruel as malice itself. Her right hand rose, and she threw a soda can square in Red's face, with her lips curled in contempt.
Assuming if the impact knocked Red off her, Ira would scramble up on her bed and aimed again, with blue fire coalescing in her hands. She finally threw at her source of rage--not her clone; something that shocked her. Instead, she threw her fire right at Kevin's chains, trusting that the fire was strong enough to melt the chains and set him free, so he may aid Kaitaro.
Limping slightly, she swiftly assessed the situation. 50 people raging at them was not a good thing. There were too many to even fight, and they would be fools to even try. However, if the people she came with refused to listen to her...well...
Going back on the bed so she towered (slightly) over most of them, she narrowed her eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed as she watched everyone, processing everything, and finally-made the best decision. Opening her mouth, she took a deep breath, and
"RUN TOWARDS THE FOREST!" She screamed, her voice bouncing and reverberating off the walls.
Even the villagers wouldn't venture near the forest. And even if they did, it would be significantly harder trying to catch 10+ teenagers hiding against foliage and fending for themselves.
"FOCUS ON ESCAPING. SPLIT UP. YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN."
After that, she flopped back on her bed, the energy draining out of her. She loathed screaming after all; if they didn't listen, beating them up can wait. Annoyed that she had to re-direct those insolent fools into safety, Ira directed her fury, once more, not at the teenagers, but at the villagers.
"I don't think so." Ira said sweetly, as the air 10 feet around her began whirling, and intricate patterns slowly submerged in the ground.
"You have 3 seconds." Ira smiled, her face malign. AND I'M EVERY ONE OF THEM.
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Post by Rire-chan on May 14, 2016 10:14:14 GMT -5
READ Due to special circumstances the fact that most of you might sustain extremely heavy injuries, and some unfortunate dropping out, there is no post limit to this round. You can post as frequently as you like, as long as you keep in mind to not skip a poster if your character is interacting with them.
Lexington Gino Reisi Shoji Wakeshima Ethen Choi
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Post by `Alvari on May 16, 2016 14:25:30 GMT -5
Should've just freed Kaitaro & saved the more useful of the two.
The second that Kevin felt slack on his chains, he scrambled to his feet and locked eyes on Kaitaro's situation. Obviously, he wasn't equipped with the same set of tools Ira used to free him, but there had to have been something. Frantically, Kevin looked everywhere for a bar, cutters, maybe a sharp rock...or maybe a fucking axe. He knew he was playing eith his life with what he had in mind, but Kevin didn't see much better options.
One of the local yokels brandished a two-handed, single-bladed axe and raised it high over his head with malicious intentions. He obviously wasn't afraid to use it...but Kevin wasn't afraid to steal it either. Just as the assailant advanced any further, Kevin blindsided him by leaping high and grasping at the axe handle. "Mutha..." Once he had a grip, Kevin hung on while thrusting both legs out towards the villager and booting him off of his feet. "...FUCKA!" Kevin landed with a hard thud but didn't stop moving to let himself be affected by the fall, rushing to Kaitaro's aid. He'd skid to a stop befor planting his feet and dropping a heavy swing to the chains.
No luck.
Kevin saw where he bent the link, running to keep up as whatever pulled the line continued to drag Kaitaro in. Kevin made another wild swing down while he ran, and surprisingly got a hit in the same spot. It still didn't break, though. "Jesus, what do I gotta fuckin'..." Frustrated, Kevin made another dash to catch where exactly he struck the chain and readied another swing...
And then he remembered what happens when a rope doesn't have any slack.
Kevin let go ovlf the axe in one hand, reaching for the chain. Once he grabbed it, Kevin held on tight and dug his heels into the ground. Sure enough, whatever was on the other end of the chain began to tug, Kevin's feet dragging through the dirt. Kevin grit his teeth, stared right at the mark he made on the chain and yanked hard against the chain's pull. At the same time, he brought the axe down upon it. The resulting clash of steel sent sparks flying brilliantly against the darkness as Kevin's ill-obtained weapon cleaved through the chain entirely. Around then, Ira was shouting that the group should break into the woods. He didn't like the idea of running TOWARDS whatever just tried to bring him in, but he wasn't about to hang around and try to fight his way through the crazed mob behind him. "A'ight, time to get the fuck outta here!" Kevin YANKED Kaitaro up to his feet if the guy hadn't raised himself already and took off into the forest.
Man, I shoulda just stayed at school! Fuck this field trip!
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Post by Kaitaro of Crimson on May 16, 2016 14:58:47 GMT -5
Kaitaro kept struggling to anchor himself in place to no avail. He kept slashing at the chain, but the akward angle made it difficult to get a good hit, and only left red marks along the ground. But suddenly a while Kevin appeared. In a quick few moments Kai was free and on his feet, leaving a good meter of chain wrapped and tangled around his ankle. He didn't waste the time to undo it, and instead started swinging his chained blades around him to get a bit of space between him and the crowd of people. He kept this up as he moved towards the forest. When he reached the edge of the foliage, he replaced the blades to his back and sprinted into the forest in the general direction his peers were heading.
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Post by Lexington on May 16, 2016 22:49:49 GMT -5
The townspeople came flying into the lodge that the students were staying in. The eastern styled walls gave no resistance at all. The mob successfully crashed into the room and caught most of the students off guard. Lexington himself wasn't expecting them to actually tear the walls apart, he figured the group had more time before the townspeople arrived. Anyhow, Lexington stopped short as Blue quickly vanished. The pillar whipped his left hand across his torso as he snapped his fingers out of disdain. Damn, got away. His disappointment would quickly relieve as a hand crept to his shoulder and grabbed hold of him. In one swift movement, Lexington kicked his left leg back, grabbed the hand on his left shoulder with his right hand and easily slung the lady over his shoulder like a goddamn paperweight. From here, Lexington dropped his left elbow on the bridge of the woman's nose, then struck her with a karate chop to the throat and a solid left punch to the nose once more. He rained down a miniature hell on her face before turning to the rest of townspeople and roaring like an animal, goading them to take him on.
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Post by Gino Reisi on May 17, 2016 1:43:44 GMT -5
Haven't you people ever heard of,
What the hell.
Is that him, staring at him from across the mob?
Gino blinks, and a part of him wants to rearrange the clone's face on pure reflex just because he doesn't want to see himself staring back at him unless it's through a reflection. He doesn't say anything for a moment, one part of him itching to fight while another wants to dart through and run because he knows this isn't a fight he can win.
But then he hears Ira's banshee scream to run to the forest, and since that's a plausible plan, Gino listens.
He runs through the mob, weaving through the people before they can fully react, redirecting every hit aimed towards him like flowing water as he would calmly hit any arms flying towards him away so punches would end up flying elsewhere instead of hitting him like intended.
The Italian only had one destination in mind, and although his mind was clearly focused on the things around him, Gino was steadily making his way towards the forest with a quickened pace.
CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR?
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