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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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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO.
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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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What would you do for a Klondike bar? [Lexington and Ira]
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I'm a killer, like Rambo.
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Post by Lexington on Mar 23, 2016 10:34:23 GMT -5
Mkay, today Lexington was just going about his business. Our hero was going for a jog through the city, nothing too crazy for today. He stopped in front of a deli on the outskirts of the city, but continued to jog in place to maintain his activity level. He approached the deli with the intent on buying a sub. " Noo, nooo! I can't eat right now, I've gotta focus on finishing this eighty-k practice run." Lexington rigorously shook his head in neglect, then reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone. " I know who can keep me focused!" Lexington scrolled through his contact list and began to text Ira Defaire . Hey, meet me over by the deli! It's off of I think 5th street near the outskirts of town. Yanno, by the forest!. Immediately after sending the text message a large shadow flew over Lexington's head. " Ayo, what the hell!" The Pillar turned his attention to the skies, shock and awe overtook his gleeful expression as a jet was quickly descending towards the forest! " OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!" He exclaimed as the sound of the first engine failing caused the plane's nose to dip from the sudden loss of power, it was about to descend into a nose dive before the pilot managed to pull up. The sound of Lexington hollering and the falling debris from the plane alerted many store owners and civilians as everyone pulled out phones or video cameras to document the event, but clearly not help! Effin rubberneckers. Quickly, the young adult began sprinting towards the forest as he pulled up Ira's contact info again, sending Ira one last message. CHANGE OF PLAN, hurry up and get to the forest! Theres a plane crashing and we can help, the firefighters have no way of getting past the thick trees! LIVES ARE AT STAKE HERE!!!!! As he made his way through the trees and thick brush, he could see the fire from the crashed plane in the distance. Upon making it to the crash site he immediately began surveying the area. The broken exit hatch had bent as a result of the crash, upon closer inspection, one may hear a male voice from the inside yelling as there was a banging against the exit hatch. " HELP US!! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP, THERE IS JET FUEL LEAKING INTO THE CABIN" Lexington quickly ran over to the exit hatch and began his attempt at prying the door off, it may take some time, but only he is strong enough for the job, barely! The hero re-positioned his hands and tried again, tuning his ears in to hear any slight creak or budge. A female flight attendant exited the plane from the cockpit as Lexington pulled the door, she luckily wasn't ejected, only suffered a broken right arm via one nasty ass compound fracture. " Both pilots died from ejection, I got lucky. There's 29 people left on the plane, I think ten died on impact. I would suggest you go through the cockpit windshield, but you're way too big!" The lady took several steps away from Lexington and the plane, she laid down near a tree that was slightly out of blast radius of the plane, should it explode. The plane's windshield is slightly compressed against a tree. " WHERE THE HELL IS IRA" Lexington exclaimed. (Exit hatch requires 105 Str to remove in one attempt) (Someone 5'5 or shorter can enter the plane via the windshield) (1/30 passengers saved) (1/15 posts till detonation) P.S. Don't die
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Post by Ira Defaire on Mar 24, 2016 20:24:36 GMT -5
IN THE WORLD OF LOCKED ROOMS the man with key is king and honey... | Ira knew it was bad news the moment she saw Lexington Steele's name flashing on her phone. That guy was unpredictable at best, but he was an unapproachable entity to her; a volatile one that might land her into trouble if she relented and followed along with him.
While she was having a mundane day sipping coffee in a cafe and judging everyone that walked in through the stained door, she was admittedly admiring the tranquility of the day. However, her phone flashed, and she briefly contemplated destroying it just so she could avoid trouble.
Unfortunately for the girl, curiosity got the better of her and she finally peeked at her phone and grimaced when she saw Lex's two texts. The temptation to ignore him was too immense. The moment she saw the one about the plane, she stood up immediately and her chair crashed into the floor.
Throwing down some money on her table, she bolted out of the door and her eyes widened the moment she saw the burning plane. Stamping her right foot on the ground, wings burst out from her back as she flew right at the plane, before curving around before smashing herself right into the windshield.
"LEXINGTON!" She shouted loudly, her voice panicking as she tried looking around for the hulking man.
"WHERE THE FUCK-" She grabbed the nearest passenger she saw and coughed loudly as the rubble and dust entered her throat.
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Post by Lexington on Mar 31, 2016 16:57:25 GMT -5
Lexington continued to pry at the door to nearly no avail, he grabbed the door firmly with both hands and hopped up almost like he was in a position to rappel down a building. Now with his feet positioned against the door he continued to jerk until the door began creaking, after five solid minutes of full body jerking, Lexington managed to pull the door loose and two passengers came tumbling out and down the ramp that ejected with the door. One was already dead "DAMN" Lexington hollered as he hopped back. He wasn't expecting the dead character. "There are more people inside! PLEASE HURRY BECAUSE A GIRL JUST ENTERED THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD" The healthy passenger exclaimed. "I need you to stay here and help passengers off the plane!!" Lexington exclaimed as he placed his hands onto the bottom of the door sill and hoisted himself up and into the plane. Immediately he threw his left forearm over his mouth and nose and took three steps backwards, moving closer to the cockpit. The stench of burning flesh quickly filled his nostrils and he needed to try and at least mask his face before continuing lest he pass out from the smoke. Quickly, he pulled his shirt off and wrapped it around his head like a turban, Lexington dropped to the ground and began to crouch, going underneath the smoke and progressing from the cockpit towards first class. The plane was setup like a standard airliner, business up front then the middle and very back were economy class.
Currently in business class it wasn't as bad as the rest of the plane. There were a total of seven passengers in business including the one Ira had rescued. Lexington got up to one knee and surveyed the area, quickly he spotted Ira and made his way over to her, he tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention. "HEY, USE THE EXIT HATCH!!" He shouted through the cloth as he motioned towards the bright light coming from the broken exit hatch. Now luckily the oxygen masks had successfully fallen so the passengers weren't suffocating, yet. Lexington shimmied his way over to the first two rows of people. Tapping each person on the shoulder and directing them to the exit hatch where the ramp had fallen and the healthy passenger was awaiting to help others off of the plane. Lexington managed to direct six of the survivors to safety.
After guiding the final passenger to safety, Lexington turned around and crouch walked over to the door leading from business to economy. He reached for the door knob only to draw his hand back in disdain. The door knob was hotter than freakin' lava. Lexington couldn't touch the door at all. This forced our hero to disembark the plane and draw up a new plan. Quickly, Lexington crouch walked to the exit hatch and slid down the ramp, he pulled the shirt from off of his mouth. "GODDAMN ITS HOT IN THERE" He shouted.
With her high Wis, Ira would be able to notice the glowing green screen that looked like a meter with a charged percentage. Upon closer inspection, Ira would come to find that this is the planes O2 meter. Underneath the primary O2 meter, Ira would also see the map that was the layout for the plane, indicating that behind her was the emergency oxygen tanks! Hooking up these tanks to the cockpit's central oxygen terminal would slow down the drain rate of the oxygen by pumping oxygen to the rest of the plane. Currently the oxygen sat at 65%, but it suddenly drained by 10%!! IF Ira decided to take the oxygen and hook it up, she would have to bypass the locked out terminal and then she would have to move one of the pilots out of his chair and then reboot the plane's secondary oxygen systems!
(Heat and smoke in Business class deals 15 Con per post. Heat and smoke in Economy class level 1 deals 25 Con per post.) (Door requires 100 CON to pass. Ouch, go around) (Hooking up the emergency tanks requires 150 Int and 100 Wis. If Ira took this route it would take one post set up the O2) (Planes oxygen drains steadily by 10%. 1/5 posts) (8/29 passengers saved) (2/15 posts till detonation) P.S. Don't die P.S.S. The dynamic duo MAY not rescue everyone
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Post by Ira Defaire on Apr 6, 2016 8:25:51 GMT -5
| i've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar "Lexington!" Ira shouted, relieved that a familiar face was around. Even if they were in a burning plane, and might be on the verge of death, Ira didn't want her last words of her to be expletives that nuns will faint over. As she continued swearing loudly, one thing became painfully clear to Ira.
She didn't know what was inside a plane.
Running hastily at towards the cockpit and figuring that she could attempt to study everything else later, Ira thrust the safety of the passengers in Lexington's powerful hands as she punched the door of the terminal with her right fist. Her lips curled up, giving her the look of a composed, not amused female, but Ira was frightened. She didn't know what was going on, or what was going to happen. Even if she successfully broke into the place, she wouldn't know how to operate a plane.
Running straight back to Lexington, Ira accidentally bumped into him and began coughing loudly into his shirt, courtesy of the smoke. She tried to choke the words out of her mouth, but she couldn't.
"L-Lex.." She coughed again.
"I don't.. know..how to operate...a plane."
She tried again.
"Help.. I will get the passengers...out." She tried to articulate herself clearly, but it was immensely difficult when her surroundings were rapidly vanishing into ashes and debris. Feeling painfully stupid, Ira looked away in shame and tried looking everywhere but at Lexington's expression.
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