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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 Kyr Merquise on May 8, 2016 0:13:04 GMT -5
The slender figure of the female could be seen entering the masquerade, black dress wrapped about her frame, red fabric bustled in the back. Long strands of black hair were braided up, and curled to the side. Res roses adorned her head, almost like a halo. Blue eyes peered out from behind a black wolf mask, and she tilted her head as she would take a moment to glance out over the crowed of people. The lamb was late, as she had to talk herself into going to such an event. Black lace gloves reached down, grabbing at the fabric of her mother's dress to pull it up a bit as she would begin to make her way to disappear into the crowed. Her mother had once worn this dress, a dinner party of sorts, and entertained her own guests in the security of their own home, but now it was her daughter who wore the dress. The dress has been taken in, so it would hug the smaller, younger female. Maybe we should have stayed home??
It's so crowded here...
Nonsense.
Do you know how long it took me to do our makeup?
Do you think winged eyeliner is easy?
Not to mention these eyebrows are on fleek.
Fleek?
What does that even mean?
Oh no, we shouldn't be here... These girls are too pretty... We look ridiculous.
Clearly you didn't check out our ass in the mirror before we left...
“Eh... This was a mistake... I should leave.” No.
She turned, almost in a slow twirl as she snaked her body to the music, her hips swaying from side to side to the beat of the music. Her arms slowly raised into the air, circling above her as her body moved to the beat. The wolf had come out to play, and had no intentions of going home anytime soon. If you want sheep you're in the wrong pasture, here there be wolves....
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Post by Jack Griffin on May 9, 2016 0:57:16 GMT -5
People were everywhere, flooding the floor in their subdued revelry, but Jack had eyes like a hawk, and it wasn't long before he spotted the one he was after. The girl in the red qi pao, concealing her nefarious intentions by stuffing herself with cake! Either she'd decided that a single elbow was enough to settle whatever grudge she had against him, or she was planning something more. Regardless, Jack gathered his resolve, and made his way towards her. One did not simply elbow people at a party!
The mystery girl, occupied as she was by a multitude of sweet pastries, appeared to register his approach- but even as she uttered his name, her voice caught, switching out a crucial consonant to produce a rather distressing noise. Still, it was enough to ring a bell in Jack's memory, confirming her identity. "Ira?"
Why would Ira have hit him? She was murderous in her own way, but as the First Pillar, she wouldn't try something at an official event. But what other reason could she have had? A new thought occurred to him. Ira's sudden exclamation of his name, the pronunciation just a little bit off... she was calling him, in a way that concealed his identity! When she'd elbowed him, she'd been trying to get his attention! He breathed a sigh of relief. It all made sense now! It did seem like a bit of a convoluted way to start a conversation, but that was probably a girl thing.
Or was it? The elbow made for an odd way to start things off- but someone untrained, without Jack's natural cleverness, might think it mere clumsiness. Someone just a little less sharp that he was would have simply dismissed the 'gack' as an unfortunate combination of timing and a mouthful of cake, too. Jack, of course, was far more cunning than this, and immediately realized what was going on. Ira wanted to talk to him, while concealing their identities and the fact of their cooperation from an unseen enemy!
Sauntering casually forwards, Jack casually leaned against the cake table in a highly casual manner, casually adjusting his mask as he did so. He considered whistling, but decided that probably wouldn't fit the situation. Taking care not to look directly at Ira (because that might tip someone off), he began speaking in a low voice, barely loud enough for her to hear.
"Message received. So what is it you need me for?"
That question was answered, however, as another young man suddenly appeared, grabbing a cupcake and saying something about how good the delicacies were. And then moonwalked away. Was he on drugs-
So that was why the First Pillar needed his help! Crazy killer though she was, Ira's duty was to protect the school, and it appeared that someone had managed to sneak dangerous substances into the dance. Could they be hidden in the cakes? He spoke again, barely above a whisper, turning his head ever so slightly towards her. "Do you know who's the ringleader? I can take them down quietly, if you point me in the right direction."
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Post by Ira Defaire on May 10, 2016 6:30:53 GMT -5
SHE IS BEAUTY, SHE IS GRACE ❝ The original consensus was that Ira was always a tad bit oblivious, and somewhat dumb, in her own special way. Now, special might be a cursed word; after all, the people that talked the loudest about deviating from the norm were the ones that stayed the tightest within the norm. However, this time, Ira wasn't sure if there was even a norm that she could deliberately deviate from, or conform to. Now, she didn't like puzzling situations when she was attempting to relax, but she never liked the concept of 'peace of mind' either. If a person is the most in peace when placed in a dangerous situation, thus the state of Eustress, would a person consider that a 'peace of mind'?
Regardless of that. Ira re-focused on the situation on hand and her gaze sharpened. Not wanting to look stupid, she nodded sagely, as though she knew exactly what was going on, and how to handle it.
"I'm not Ira," She said, with a complete poker face. "My name is Marita a la consiata la vie c'est von lung lung."
Either way, she figured that nothing could really go wrong. Quite frankly, she wasn't planning to work this night. Humans that earned themselves the title of 'principals' must have the aptitude of one. Surely, if a dire situation arise, they would move to strike it down before anyone else could. The same goes for Ira--Macht handles the work, she takes credit and stuff her face with some cake in the corner.
That, and she has no idea what Jack was talking about, so it's really just the easiest option to pretend that he was fucking with her. SHE WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE.
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Post by Lexington on May 10, 2016 14:15:25 GMT -5
There still wasn't much going on in terms of drama, just a normal night for now. "Wheres all the females" Lexington said to himself as he looked around and peered into the dance floor. "Thats right, everyones wearing masks." He snapped his finger out of disdain and went back to his post. He looked around one final time, looking for something to do.
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Post by Alex Dragon on May 11, 2016 18:42:40 GMT -5
(OOC: Pardon me for such late reply...my phone is taking a long time getting fixed, so my replies are mostly going to be late, probably till next week. My posts are also going to be small, so i'm sorry for that as well.)
Some person came over and commented about my attire, saying it looked like one of Tim Burton's. He looked familiar, but a name didn't pop in my mind. Still, that was no excuse to not continue the conversation.
"I hate being normal, I'd rather stand out...I guess you also stand out as well, looking like some modern dracula."
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Post by Siobhan Arden on May 13, 2016 15:04:57 GMT -5
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| Siobhan was minding her own business, trying to drink the suspiciously flavored punch that probably wasn't punch when a light tap was felt on her shoulder. Looking over with an inquiring expression, what she assumed was going to be a person was actually a red solo cup. For a moment she was insulted and vaguely annoyed by the cup's appearance and audacity to play ding-dong-ditch with her, only using her shoulder as an appropriate substitute for a door. Squinting at it, her silent challenge was interrupted by an impassive face that apologized briskly, and seemingly without any sort of actual apology. Well Siobhan wasn't going to be offended but now she felt more inclined to be so. Raising her eyebrows, she took a calming sip of the mystery punch, wondering offhandedly if it would stain her teeth.
"I came out here to have a good time and I'm feeling so attacked right now."
Then Siobhan proceeded to sigh to herself, almost morosely, turning back to the punch bowl and filling up the cup again. Striding away, she skipped down the length of the table, occasionally stopping to grab something sweet, and making a mental note to come back for dinner later. About this time, Siobhan would've approached Jack from behind, spotting Ira around his broad shoulders, and poked her nose into their business. However, the girl failed to notice both brutes guarding a short distance away, probably soon to make an appearance which would quickly unsettle her.
"Ira~a where've you been hidin'?"
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Post by Jack Griffin on May 14, 2016 6:18:25 GMT -5
Marita a la consiata la vie c'est von WHAT THE FUCK?
Ira was being weird again. On one level, not saying her name made sense if she was trying to hide who she was, but the name she'd actually picked seemed utterly nonsensical. Was it some kind of code? Was she actually working against him, and trying to throw him off with these mysterious words from foreign languages?
He frowned, and whispered back at her. "You think this is a motherfucking game?" At this point, he wasn't sure what else to say, so he might as well sound cool.
And to think: for him, this was a good social interaction. Usually, when he tried talking to people, he ended up punching them somehow.
Speaking of which, someone was drawing nearer, someone who looked familiar in spite of her mask and whose identity was confirmed as she spoke. What was her name... Sullivan? Samaritan? Regardless, he remembered her as a girl he'd spoken to on a plane, and had attacked with a tonfa not too long ago. Hmm. Perhaps this was a conversation best avoided.
Quickly turning away, Jack reached out for the nearest dessert, hoping to evade the attention of both potentially dangerous chicks in his vicinity. While they spoke, he was going to take a cupcake- and eat it!
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Post by Ira Defaire on May 14, 2016 9:19:23 GMT -5
CALL ME A NAME ❝ Chewing on her lips and remaining very much distracted, Ira failed to notice anyone that noticed her. It would be rude to pretend that she didn't want to be involve in any shenanigans. However, mundane days never suit her, and she disliked it even more when everyone seem to find having a simple school dance satisfactory.
Furthermore, there was one fact Ira found very much puzzling. She wanted to know, and know badly at that, why there were principals from other schools coming to PHS 552. The students from other schools were certainly not coming; she would've seen a random fluctuation of drool-worthy guys if they were.
Her eyelids grew heavy after a few seconds worth of contemplation. She didn't like sitting in a corner and brooding deeply on the mysterious of life. And as Nietzche and Voltaire stared down upon her, evidently disappointed, she stood up and stretched.
"I feel like a military academy." She muttered, reaching out to pile her plate with a monstrous amount of food. "Bits of me keep passing out." KILL ME WITH WORDS
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Post by Rire-chan on May 14, 2016 9:33:26 GMT -5
Despite the seemingly normal school dance, that possessed a few minor blips, a commotion appeared. The principals from PHS 696, 699, 966, along with 552's principal, Markus, appeared at the entrance of the school dance. Nodding with an apparent warm smile to Lexington, he motioned Kazuya to keep guard at the entrance, right beside Lexington as he entered the school hall.
The emcee, however, wasn't Markus. It was a fairly average looking man, with freckles and dirty blonde hair. Grinning mischievously, he flamboyantly flung his arms out, and drew the attention of the entire school.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" He roared. "WELCOME TO THE SCHOOL'S ANNUAL SPRING DANCE. I'M VERY PLEASED TO SEE FULLY CLOTHED LADIES (no he is not) AND MEN (yes he is) HERE TODAY. I HOPE ALL OF YOU ENJOYED YOURSELVES, AND REMEMBER, NO ALCOHOL, NO DRUGS, BE GOOD KIDS. ALSO, REMEMBER THE MIDNIGHT TRADITION, YOU SAD FUCKERS. REMEMBER TO BE HERE AT MIDNIGHT."
While the emcee (who later introduced himself as Jason) drew attention to himself, the principals were converging and chatting quietly among themselves with perfunctory smiles. (wis check : above 80). They were all powerfully build man, with a type of tranquil, mild air to them. None of them seemed remotely threatening, but there are certain people that could feel their silent power, welling up in the room. The principal of 696 was scanning the room with his dark eyes. (wis check: above 100)
The principal of 696 was a tall man, like the rest of the principals. However, unlike most of the men found in 552, he did not possess a muscular build. On the contrary, he seemed rather slim, and everything was well hidden beneath his finely pressed black suit. Sporting a dark red tie, he looked like he was well in his 30s; or at the very least, younger than a typical principal would look.
However, no one that did not pass the wisdom check will notice. The emcee would snap his fingers loudly, and stomp his foot energetically to draw everyone's attention.
"WE ARE GOING TO PLAY A TREASURE HUNTING GAME TONIGHT, MY FRIENDS." He said enthusiastically. "FORM TEAMS OF THREE; OR JUST GRAB TWO PEOPLE STANDING CLOSEST TO YOU AND REFRAIN FROM HARASSING THEM." -here, he winked at Jack, with a message of "i got u bro" in his expression. "HURRY UP, AND WHILE STOCKS LAST. I MEAN HUMANS. LAST."
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on May 14, 2016 13:11:23 GMT -5
Having paid little attention to the commotion happening smack dab right in front of him, as the affairs of high school girls and their catching up or gossiping was not his focus, but rather, making sure the students didn't get out of hand for the duration of the dance. Glancing over as the headmasters of the other high schools, along with their own Headmaster, appeared at the entrance of the dance hall, Kazuya would give Markus a slight nod back after he motioned for Kazuya to keep guard at the entrance beside Lexington.
Pushing off from the wall beside the snacks table, he would leave Ira's side head over to his fellow Pillar, and give the big guy a light tap of his arm with the back of his hand, his way of greeting Lexington, before taking up his position on the other side of the entrance that Lexington was not standing on. As soon as he had settled into his position, his attention would turn to the emcee as he drew the attention of the entire crowd, giving the typical emcee speech with just as much enthusiasm as Monokuma did from Danganronpa 1 and 2. As the emcee continued on with his speech, Kazuya's attention however, would shift over to the headmasters, whom had converged and were conversing among each other with smiles that appeared harmless enough, but their build said otherwise.
All but one of them powerfully built, possessing a tranquil, mild air about them, his attention would return to the students, though he would fail to notice the silent power that emanated from them as it welled up in the dance hall, and the one single headmaster who had a build different from the other headmasters scanning the entire dance hall. His hands clasped behind his back, Kazuya would catch a bit of the emcee's words, something about a treasure hunting game and while stocks last, but aside from that, his focus was still on the students. Just what purpose did they have for even coming here in the first place? This didn't seem like a typical school union meeting.
Curious and more curious...
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Post by Kyr Merquise on May 15, 2016 13:35:26 GMT -5
She halted in her snake like movements, lifting her head to turn towards the sudden shouting. She tilted her head, blinking those blue eyes as she soon glanced around the large room to see the reactions of the rest of the students. She couldn't help but grow uneasy at the thought of working with partners. She hardly knew anyone at this school, and she looked to the ground.
We have no friends...
Great. Just great.
Party is just getting started and we already look stupid.
She was scolding herself now, wondering why she had decided to dress so nice. She looked to the ground, standing in the middle of the dance floor. She moved to the side, her feet carrying her through the crowed in hopes of finding a partner, or maybe she could catch someone's eye.
She was making her way to to the side of the crowed, hoping to fetch a drink of water before things got too crazy. She would peek around, almost nervously as she still hoped she could catch a partner before it would be too late.
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Post by `Alvari on May 15, 2016 23:46:12 GMT -5
Cheer up, Kyr. At least you din't have dumbass Kevin to partner up with---wait, nevermind. Here he comes.
Kevin stopped in his tracks shortly after their host for the evening took his place on stage. Everything else seemed pretty normal with the exception of calling them 'sad fuckers' (that raised his eyebrows a bit): extra regular looking ugly motherfucker, too enthused to be at a school function and giving the "don't do drugs" speech like he was that one teacher from South Park. Outside of that, Kevin caught none of the more subtle nuances around him. Let's face it, he can't even blame the light buzz from drinking prior to the party on that one.
Unrelated note: whoever keeps supplying Kevin with booze needs their ass roped and quartered.
After the scavenger hunt was announced, Kevin found himself perplexed---who could he ask? Furthermore, why were they playing this? What was this, fucking Easter? He'd scan the area, but to no avail. The only sure pick would be Anthony, but Kevin didn't see him. Hell, he didn't even see any masked attendees with one arm to even guess if his one friend was here. Kevin's eyes passed by Kaitaro without immediately recognizing him. Probably a lucky break on Kaitaro's end, considering threads where he and Kevin are together end up going badly for the poor guy. The rest either seemed too unapproachable, too weird or were already taken. I mean, I could always try soloin' it. Although the idea went against the rules that were given. Plus, as much as Kevin wanted NOT to admit it, the idea just seemed lonely as fuck.
But he was used to that, right?
Kevin let in and released a deep breath, placing his hands on his hips as he took a step back...and almost trampled Kyr behind him. He only shifted his weight back a few inches before he felt humanity bumping into him. He'd spin around sharply, giving some distance. The boy was clearly alarmed, having no idea that anyone was that close before.
Seeing the person he bumped into only heightened his nerves.
Standing before him was a cascade of black and red behind a wolf's mask. He'd be more afraid that he made physical contact with a girl had he not seen something so striking. Kevin felt his heart start to race as he became more and more anxious...but he fought it. Swallowing down his hesitation, Kevin uttered words that fought against a tense and trembling body to escape.
"I g-guess that, uhh...I-i guess the two b-b-best dressed ones kinda, uhh...magnet-um, magnetate---m-m-magnetized to each other, right!?"
Kyr, meet Kevin. He was (relatively) sober now that his liquid courage was wearing off, and couldn't court a girl to save his life, much less give a compliment smoothly. Wanna be partners?
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Post by Kyr Merquise on May 16, 2016 0:27:08 GMT -5
What the fuck??
She felt someone bump into her, and the young female wasn't exactly accustomed to walking in heels. She nearly fell over but caught herself, she turned to catch a glance at the being who has almost knocked her over. Before she had a chance to speak he was already trying to form words. His lips parted and he would soon stutter, causing the young girl to give a gentle smile almost hidden beneath her mask.
This mother fucker...
She looked him over, and oddly enough he was wearing the same colors as her. How fitting. She looked at him before glancing over the crowed, parting her lips to speak.
"Do you have any idea whats going on here? I just came here to dance... I had no idea there would be a sort of... Treasure hunt."
She laughed, looking at him as she brushed a few strands of hair from the side of her face.
"What are we... Five?"
She looked over her partner, eyeing him carefully.
"You look nervous..."
What's wrong with him??
He's afraid...
The corners of her lips curled upwards into a smirk.
"I don't bite..."
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Post by `Alvari on May 16, 2016 10:33:06 GMT -5
You don't? That's disappointing.
Kevin made another attempt at gulping down his nerves and fear, but to no avail. The shot at Kevin's maturity only made things worse. Sure, he wasn't any good at this, but give him a break! It's not his fault that he's only had terrible experiences before! The wolf continued to tease him and ironically, that's when he was reminded of a key advantage:
Masks.
He already thought to hide behind it before and use it as a security blanket. He simply needed to cover himself up once more. Kevin took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them up as a different man. He still looked a tad flustered, but at least he could form coherent sentences and at least appear sure of himself. "Well, if ya don't bite like a wolf, is there any chance you got keen senses like one? You'd make a great partner if it did." That out-of-place New York accent came in strong this time.
"And hey, I'll even give ya SOME of the credit. Whaddya say?" That smirk of Kyr's? It was sent right back at her.
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Post by Kaitaro of Crimson on May 16, 2016 15:15:00 GMT -5
Kai chuckled at the Dragon's response. "Dracula, eh?" he responded while a feminine guy took place on stage and announced a treasure hunt. "I hope Dracula's good at finding things. You wanna team up?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer, Kai stood up and moved toward the dessert table, or more specifically the blonde in the cheap suit. "I still need a partner for the 'game' as dumb as it is. Do you wanna join me?" He reached over to the table and grabbed a cupcake of his own. He reached under his mask and devoured the cupcake with little to no noise. The paper fell from his mouth to the floor where Kai half-ass kicked it under the table. Jack GriffinAlex Dragon
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