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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 Rire-chan on May 6, 2016 6:50:14 GMT -5
In the latest midnight, every student would somehow be awake, refreshed and awaiting the wonders the night could bring them. The previous day was dictated with notices and messages spreading about like a massive wildfire, telling everyone that a party was in order. This party was unlike the others--the principals of other schools would grace these delinquents with their presence, and god forbid that someone misbehaves in the middle of it.
That being said, nothing was a guarantee, and the principal of 552 himself was fairly tense when he greeted the other principals and led them to his office before they commence to the school hall. The school hall, however, was significantly wider than the previous school hall the older teenagers of 552 was used to. It was adorned a soft deer brown, with accents of green and golden leaves lacing the walls, and crimson table cloths placed on the tables. The tables would be surrounding the hall, the only intervals between them being space for the wooden doors for everyone to enter. Ironically, despite the multitude of doors around the hall, there was only one entrance--and that is the main entrance, at the very back of the hall. The wooden door was opened, but a menacing bouncer was standing outside, checking the invitation that every student of 552 would find, mysteriously on their beds that very morning. No one would be allowed to bring alcohol inside.
Now, this was supposed to be a romantic party, and any sane person could tell. However, considering that none of the students of 552 were sane to begin with..well. Regardless, it was a masquerade ball, and formal dressing were mandatory, along with a mask to cover one's features. Everyone's identity would be a mystery, and that tinge of enigma should add on nicely to the elegance of the night.
Due to the possibility of someone trying to murder someone else with a chili packet, something that nearly happened in the previous school dance, two pillars were situated around the hall, strictly instructed by Markus to keep a close eye on the students. Kazuya and Lexington would both be situated at the ends of the hall, each on either corner of their choice. The security risks dictated that each principal visiting the school could only bring 2 bodyguards, and Macht Starke, as the school captain, had to step up and be their bodyguards. He's in the principal office now, listening to old men that possessed a close expiry date chat about stuff like the weather. Ira Defaire, on the other hand, was told to mingle with the other students and simply get Kazuya and Lexington to back her up should any unfortunate incident occur under the influence of...fruit punch.
There was something odd about the fruit punch. While it did taste like an ordinary fruit punch, it would be laced with dasibep, a harmless substance created to ensure a small bit of happiness in everyone.
On the contrary, whilst the principals were busy conversing with one another in the safer boundaries of Markus' (552's principal) office, the students would be in the hall, having a good time with one another. After all, a masked party that concealed everyone's identity would be an entirely safe idea, right?
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- This event will have more rewards. It's not just a simple dance, but rather, there's plot embedded within this event.
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Post by Ira Defaire on May 6, 2016 8:16:05 GMT -5
SHE IS BEAUTY, SHE IS GRACE ❝ Frowning as she strolled into the hall while dismissing the bouncer with her pillar card, Ira scanned the already crowded place with a blank face. Her expression was unreadable, but there were really no need to conceal any emotions; her mask was doing all of that for her, and even more.
She dismissed Markus' comment (made way before the party) with a nod and a small smile, but she was barely listening as she stopped to consider the prospect of a party. A party was odd to her precisely because it was so very long since she'd been to one, and the first pillar, despite her claims of nimbleness and speed, was a terrible, terrible dancer. With an extremely low tolerance for alcohol, but that part could come much later.
The mask covered half her face, from the tip of her nose up to her furrowed eyebrows, but the small flush of her cheeks (due to the heat) was evident. Ducking under the massive crowd that seemed to be swelling in size everywhere she looked, Ira tensed up, unsure if someone was going to ask her to dance.
You see, there was a deep, dark secret that Ira kept within her, and she absolutely refused to let it be known that her dancing was absolutely atrocious. No--the secret that she nearly set fire to someone, her dress, and made everyone that was linking hands and dancing in a circle fell in rapid succession of each other should remain quiet.
All she wanted then was to eat some cake.
The first pillar was wearing a Qi Pao, a traditional Chinese costume with slits on the side of the tight dress, all the way up to the middle of her thighs. Ira's idea of 'formal' was very much different, and staring down at her red flats, she began to feel a small tinge of humiliation at her choice of clothing. She didn't understand that america's formal was another meaning completely; China's formal was a lot easier to grasp.
The clothing was generally tighter, as all qi paos are, and it hugged her body like a restrictive boa constrictor that was hell-bent on not letting go. The only thing that didn't restrict her movements, thankfully, was the slits on either side of her skirt, allowing her to maneuver swiftly to the very corner of the hall, in search of some delicious cake.
On her journey, Ira, in all her fervent glory, stepped on two people's feet, elbowed someone in the ribs, and headbutt someone's chest. The only thing that seemed to be going right for her was the fact that her crimson mask, nor her Qi Pao fell off.
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Post by Lexington on May 6, 2016 14:43:37 GMT -5
Last time on PHS #552, Lexington was getting blown up by pedestrians, but tonight, tonight he get to play muscle for a dance. He still isn't at one hundred percent shape however and he still hurts in some spots. He wore a black dress shirt with a black jacket suit, the slacks were black and his tie was red. They only said formal clothing, not a formal mask if there even is one. Lexington chose to wear a Barack Obama mask to conceal his identity for the night. He stood in front of the gym door like a statue with his left hand balled in a fist and his right hand holding that fist, arms were a little bit loose so his hands swung low and he didn't look tight. His head cocked slightly skyward to let you know he's one big mf. "Yep.." He then let out an exhale. "There will be no trouble with me on watch" He said to himself. He was positioned at the second door at the farthest end of the hall
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Post by Jack Griffin on May 6, 2016 15:58:05 GMT -5
Formal events were a nightmare for Jack. They involved dressing up in stuffy, boring clothes which left little room for flexibility, and which would probably get torn up if he started running around in them. Clothes which Jack, not being particularly wealthy, could not afford.
As a result, he'd arrived dressed in something that had apparently belonged to his grandfather, a drab brown suit two sizes too large for him with several holes of both the patched and the gaping variety. His mask, a gaudy and glittery piece of shit that he'd found at a dollar store, might perhaps serve to hide his identity and spare him some embarrassment, but he suspected that his flowing blond locks, perhaps his only redeeming quality right now, were a dead giveaway to anyone with a pair of eyes and half a brain.
Great idea, Jack. Come here to try and get to know people- oh gee, the 'shabby little weirdo' look is gonna be a hit! Dumbass...
He moved awkwardly through the crowd, trying to blend in and avoid attracting anyone's notice. Maybe he should get some of the fruit punch? He might look more normal if he got some fruit punch... but then people might see him getting fruit punch. What to do? There really was no way out!
Before he could finish making this agonizing decision, however, he froze, as his eyes suddenly alighted upon a smoking hot chick in an exotic dress of some kind, who seemed to be heading towards him. Numb, he tried desperately to tear his eyes away from her, only to be elbowed in the ribs, which did the trick. He stumbled backwards, about to exclaim- but then muffled himself. If he spoke a word, everyone would immediately know it was him, if they didn't already.
The girl had already moved past, as if the elbow had been mere clumsiness, but Jack was wary. Based on his prior experience of large gatherings at Public High Schools, this party had a 66.66% chance of turning into a fight. Was this girl after him? A terrible thought came to mind. If someone was ambushed and seriously hurt here, they'd never find the culprit- because everyone was wearing masks! That elbow had hurt too much to be mere clumsiness, someone was after him!
Shoving his way through the assembled students, Jack fought to get near one of the bouncers, in the hopes that he might be safer with someone watching. But wait, what if they were in on it too? He froze again.
There was only one way out, here. If he ran away, they'd just come after him- he needed to track down his assailants and figure out who they were and why they had it in for him. His eyes roved across the crowd, seeking out the girl in red. He'd teach her to mess with Jack Griffin!
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Post by Alex Dragon on May 6, 2016 16:38:49 GMT -5
Knight in Shining Armor? - Special Mission III
The school looked like it entered the world of Cinderella and this was the ball she was wanting to go...except this was a masquerade, not a regular ball, so like all masquerades, you have to be wearing a mask at all times. It seemed like my family name always influenced my decisions because I chose to wear a dragon masquerade mask to the party. Now it was time to find a suit. Formal attire was mandatory, so I had to find something that showed style, yet was formal. I decided to just order a custom, tailored made suit for the dance because I wanted to be that one person that stood out among the rest of the normal student body.
Murai was ready for the party (he always wears formal clothing...what’s wrong with him) but he was too, “parties are for those that actually have a soul,” and Rochi didn’t want to wear anything formal to the party because, “actors aren’t formal, they're the very essence of drama,” so he couldn’t go either. I was the only one that fit the rules of such party, but my custom made formal attire made me wait a bit extra to enter, since they questioned whether it was formal or not.
After gaining access to the party, seeing all the different types of masks and the looks that people gave me at seeing my mask (I think they’re just jealous) I just sat down on one the chairs besides a crimson clothed table and waited for the main event to start.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on May 6, 2016 17:03:11 GMT -5
 Previously on Private High School #552, Kazuya was dealing with rioters and preventing the academy from being utterly destroyed, but tonight, just like his fellow Pillar, he was serving as muscle for the formal event, strictly instructed by the Headmaster himself, Markus Eckhardt, to keep an eye on the students. Unlike Ira, Kazuya had not dismissed Markus' comment, instead, he had simply regarded the Headmaster with silence, and while it didn't mean Kazuya ignored him, it didn't exactly mean he agreed with him either. Dressed in a suit, seeing as formal clothing was mandatory for this hoity-toity masquerade ball, while Lexington was positioned at the far end of the hall, Kazuya was situated at the front end of the hall, his arms folded across his chest.
Glancing across the hall, scanning the crowd, his eyes would pass over a figure dressed in a red Qi Pao who left a trail of destruction and pain in her wake, all in her quest for delicious cake, which happened to be located on the table beside the wall he was leaning up against. Ada Wong, when did you get here? His mask covering the top half of his face, no surprise, a commotion had already been kicked up, as Kazuya would simply regard the chaos with a calm expression on his face... well, as calm as could be seen beneath his mask. It's not a PHS #552 dance until someone gets elbowed in the ribs. Or headbutted in the chest. Or have their feet stepped on.
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Post by Kaitaro of Crimson on May 6, 2016 19:51:05 GMT -5
A masquerade ball? It was interesting enough to peak his interest, but instead Kai found himself leaning against the wall opposing the large wooden doors doing tricks with his top hat out of boredom. He had chosen to wear the majora mask he had got at comic con one year. He felt it would be much cooler than the traditional embroidered masks of a masquerade. He would also have a cane that had two hidden blades, just in case things got dicey. After a while of the continuous hat-flipping, he moved away from the wall and into the mix of people. He glanced around the room, looking at the different masks and outifts. In the mix, he spotted a dragon mask and nightmare-before-christmas looking clothing. He almost immediatly knew who it was. Alex Dragon. The mask was a dead giveaway, and the suit just confirmed it. Despite the fact that he barely knew the guy, Kai moved over to him for some conversation. "I admire your taste in clothing, Dragon. Very Tim burton style." he said before sitting down himself. Alex Dragon(Kai's outfit, cane, and mask /cuz all y'all don't know LoZ/) |
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Post by Ira Defaire on May 6, 2016 22:48:35 GMT -5
SHE IS BEAUTY, SHE IS GRACE ❝ Ira's eyes were distracted by the very thing she was looking for--a delicious mound of mini cakes, each with a soft icing that she craved for. Reaching out to grab one, she carefully moved the cake out of the way before biting into the frosting. Sitting down peacefully on the couch and examining the dance under her scarlet mask, she failed to notice Kazuya, nor Jack, for her entire attention was diverted by devouring every single cake on the table.
Even so, the amount of cake was impressive--ranging from mini truffles to ice-cream cake that she could feast on for days. After chewing her way through 2 cakes, she finally looked up and saw a blonde boy. There was only one blonde person she actually knew in 552, and that was-
Struggling to say his full name at once, Ira accidentally choked on the strawberry cake, (whose pinkish cream stained her mouth). What was his name- Trying to recall his name while struggling to swallow the cake, Ira finally got the pseudo version of his name out of her mouth.
"Gack!" She finally managed. SHE WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE. |
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Post by Gino Reisi on May 7, 2016 2:46:06 GMT -5
Gino stood off the side at the dance hall, watching people masquerade around with either the grace derived from years of fluid fighting or pure awkwardness stemmed from years of brash fighting. It depended on the way you fought, the way you acted- And so Gino is here, wearing a suit consisting of a white dress shirt and black vest alongside a black tie, brown loafers, and a white and red kitsune mask to cover his face. It was the only mask he had on short notice, and while Gino finds it a damn shame he couldn't procure a horse mask to see people's reactions, he figures that this is better than nothing.
The Italian Asian figures he has nothing better to do than get something to drink, feet moving towards the bowl of fruit punch before he suddenly stops-
Isn't spiking the fruit punch an American cliche, a must have for any school dances, formal or not? Gino can hold his liquor fairly well, but does he want to be possibly drinking right now?
It only takes a few seconds of consideration before Gino decides he would definitely want alcohol in his system to get through this night, so he pours himself a cup and drinks it down in a few gulps.
... He's only a bit disappointed when he doesn't taste any punch in the punch.
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Post by `Alvari on May 7, 2016 5:51:38 GMT -5
 Speaking of punch...
Kevin was already a little buzzed when he arrived. He was nowhere near sloppy like that one time he got high and rode the monorail, but Kevin was already on his way to intoxication by the time he arrived. Side note: someone has to be a real enabling piece of shit to give liquor to a high school freshman. Anyway, Kevin entered and as a pleasant surprise, there was a good turnout. With everything that happened lately, Kevin was worried that the mood to celebrate something wasn't strong on the students.
He was happy to be wrong.
He casually strolled in to the main floor where everyone was, hands in his pockets after adjusting the tie on his suit. Hazel eyes scanned the scene---he didn't immediately recognize anyone, and as cool as his was, Kevin doubted his mask did much to conceal his identity. What may have been even more of a giveaway was the idea that the bastard wore a pair of size 13 sneakers to what was otherwise a formal event. But in his defense, formal events were what the Jordan 11s were made for.
Kevin's current state of mind was hard to describe: there were a number of people here, quite a few happening to be beautiful women. Hell, there was a pretty little thing he noticed getting snacks. Just the thought of having to interact with them made Kevin nervous, and all the people around made him want to hang in a corner out of sight. And yet, it was either the mask or the alcohol that gave Kevin a little shot of courage. That and he hadn't really danced in a while...as soon as Kevin heard something with a beat he liked, Kevin found himself bobbing his head and two-stepping among the crowd in an attempt to loosen up.
Hopefully, Kevin doesn't die in the bomb thread because it'd suck if he doesn't get to dance tonight.
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Post by Lexington on May 7, 2016 9:52:42 GMT -5
A dark haired student showed up to Lexington's entrance, he wasn't wearing anything formal at all, instead this guy was wearing a red and white long sleeve crew neck, blue jeans, a white beanie with a red plume and brown loafers. Lastly, to top off his get up, this guy also chose to wear a "Where's Waldo?" mask. So he tries to walk past Lexington and it doesn't work. Lexington stiff arms the guy with his right arm and he stumbles back, dude's lanky probably about 6'3. The creep grunts in frustration. "Formal only ma man, go get yourself some nice threads then we'll talk." Lexington chuckled then he pointed down the hall to the door. However, the guy simply stands there and stares at Lex and now he begins to feels a wee bit uneasy. "Now git, shoo shoo." He gestures for the guy to leave. Suddenly, the creep lunges at Lexington and tries to punch him in the head, surprisingly it lands! Lexington wasn't expecting a cheap shot, and got cracked in the face. However, Lexington's face stopped the guy's fist "C'mon dude, that didn't even hurt... I'm not no normal man, I'm special." He joked, before he grabbed the guy's hand and twisted it, putting him into a wristlock. "Seriously, get the hell outta here man, I don't wanna see you here again!" Lexington shouted as he kicked the guy in the ass in the direction of the door out. He let go of the guy's wrist and went back to his post, same position as before. "No trouble." The creep quickly exited the building.
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Post by `Alvari on May 7, 2016 17:23:52 GMT -5
For a second I thought Kevin got snatched by Lexington. Crisis averted.
As Lexington railed that offender like he probably rails little scared white girls, Kevin jammed all by himself in the crowd. He felt in his element---Kevin knew he had SOME degree of talent, but enjoyed it when he wasn't some spectacle that people paid any extra attention to. Y'know, self-consciousness and such. Fortunately, most people didn't pay Kevin much mind, save for a couple of instances where he bumped into someone or a passerby stepped on his sneakers. Despite wanting to sock the latter in the nose, Kevin still had a good time with every skip, pop and lock that his body impulsively did.
Cue Ira and Jack, stage left.
He noticed the lady before now, despite not recognizing her yet. Ass looks good in that dress, though... And there was a fellow alongside her by the snack table. Boyfriend? Maybe someone trying to be that? Either way, Kevin saw it as an opportunity---Kevin took a deep breath, gulped and adjusted his mask to make sure it fit flush on his face before he made his move. What our resident speed demon and the First Pillar saw was a tall gentleman approaching, though his side was what faced them as his feet rhythmically glided across the floor. He stopped, took a look at the both of them and placed a cupcake in his hand. "These look so damn good, yo..." With a smirk, Kevin exited.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on May 7, 2016 17:54:09 GMT -5
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| Siobhan remembered her first school dance complete with metal detectors and alcohol all on the first day of school. It was a fucking trip for a bloodthirsty, ambitious girl with no thoughts other than slitting other students' throats and using their corpses to build an empire.
Ahem.
But Siobhan strode into the hall without sulking like she wanted to, wearing, yet again, a black dress that was probably too tight fitting around the bust and completely floor length. The forearm gloves definitely added to her pompous appearance. Confident that her black velvet mask would be able to conceal a good majority of her face, hair having been teased around her shoulders, the girl was not planning on getting into any fights.
Tonight, she toasted to some enabling fuck's alcoholic "fruit punch".
In all reality, Siobhan didn't have to work very hard to get to the food table, and instead of eating some kind of nutrition (cake) like any sane person who forgot to eat the past two meals would, she instead took her first cup of punch like a shot, and then filled the next one up to make her happy. Briefly, her eyes caught sight of Lexington hauling someone down a hall and after topping off her drink she quickly skittered away in the other direction.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on May 7, 2016 18:19:53 GMT -5
Aside from glancing over to the side as the female figure dressed in the red Qi Pao completed her quest for the glorious mini cakes on the table beside him, Kazuya paid little attention to her, instead continuing to scan over the crowds of students decked out in their finest clothing or eccentric, but he didn't judge that is, until he heard the masked (and unbeknownst to him) First Pillar spit out one single word. No, literally, she spat the word up, having been previously choking on her mini-cakes. Delicious but deadly. Glancing down at her from the corner of his eye, from behind his mask, he would simply regard her with an expressionless stare.
Gack? Like the singer?
Looking back up to the crowd, the girl's voice sounded familiar, well, as familiar as it could sound with cake stuffed in her mouth, but he couldn't pinpoint why. It probably wasn't important anyways. His eyes roving back and forth at the sea of students, his gaze would land on a blond boy amid the crowd. A very displeased looking blond boy. Maybe he got his feet stepped on. Either way, Kazuya would keep an eye on him, while continuing to watch the students, in case they decided to get rowdy. |
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Post by Gino Reisi on May 7, 2016 18:39:59 GMT -5
It is after one more drink of punch that Gino realizes that this thing may not be alcoholic, but it sure as hell had some other type of intoxication it it. He finds himself wanting to giggle, let loose and dance in the middle of the room with all the other party-goers, and it is then Gino realizes that this red liquid has some kind of drug of happy in it.
It is that happy from the drug that compels him to throw his empty cup away from the garbage like one would throw a basketball, but he really shouldn't have, because an empty cup doesn't have enough weight in it to properly soar, the air it catches making it lag and not go as far– He should have tried doing it with some punch still left in it.
But because he did it, Gino watches as it hits someone's shoulder and harmlessly bounce off. That someone was a female wearing a floor length black dress, and now, Gino is retracting his wish that the cup still had liquid in it, because if he got any on her, he's sure he would have hell to pay.
( He thinks back to a scene of his mother beating up his father for accidentally getting cake on her dress, and Gino has to repress a shudder because what a woman in heels can do when an expensive dress was ruined is absolutely terrifying.
More terrifying was when his mother turned back to him with a sweet smile and told him: "Gino, sweetheart. Never do this to anyone unless it's a fight, okay?" )
Gino doesn't really want to walk over to apologize, but he has to pick up that cup to throw it away like a good samaritan, so the male makes his way over to the girl to bow his head and give her a short apology as he picks up the cup to throw it away.
"I wasn't aiming for you, sorry."
Whether or not he was actually sorry was not at all conveyed in his tone.
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