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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.
Full Story Here.
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Falling Leaves [ open event ]
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Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.
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Post by Gino Reisi on May 16, 2016 23:14:04 GMT -5
Gino Reisi is many things;
Eyes sharpen underneath the mask, and although his posture is still languid and lazy, Gino's gaze is roaming the room for people that either need one more to make their trio or anyone that holding themselves in a way that constitutes 'strong'. This is going to be a game, a hunt to find whatever treasure is left for the students to find, and Gino thinks he would like to end up winning, if he's bound to participate.
That's his mindset to all games- No matter if he wants to play or not, no matter the reluctance in which he picks up the cards, he's still going to at least try when it all comes down.
You don't get anywhere if you don't have the mindset to win.
( Life is a game, one with rules that are set but easily broken by people. There are too many loopholes, the cheats too high for some people while others have a cripplingly unlucky beginning on the other end of the spectrum. There is no plot, so humans make their own- And that is why life is a game, because there are game masters organizing events, pawns placed carefully only to die the moment they're deemed useless. It's all a game, honestly, and if Gino has learned anything, then even if there's no point, he has to at least aim to win. )
The sight of a vibrant red Qi Pao is so familiar it makes him blink, and he has to take a few seconds to realize he's in the present and not the past. He knows that dress, and it belongs to the one person he is actually familiar with in this school.
But that was also years ago, so Gino takes a moment to think about how little Ira must have grown to still fit that thing. He wonders if she never hit a growth spurt, and the thought makes him a bit amused as he realizes that the answer to that is yes, if the fact that she's fitting in that red chinese dress enough of a tell.
He also looks at the piling plate of food in her arms, and yeah, that's Ira.
He strides forward towards the dessert table and taps her shoulder, "Cute Qi Pao." He compliments as a greeting, "Want to team up?"
KIND IS NOT ONE OF THEM
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Post by Jack Griffin on May 17, 2016 23:17:04 GMT -5
In a surprising turn of events, Jack was saved from having to stand around getting confused and making awkward conversation by an extremely loud announcement. He glanced towards the speaker at the first part, thinking it was a simple reminder of the rules. However, his eyes soon focused as the topic turned to midnight, and all of a sudden the boy was paying full attention. 'Midnight tradition?' He hadn't heard of that, but what the hell, it was an excuse to stay up. This was getting interesting. It soon got even more interesting. A treasure hunt! Jack knew he'd be too old for that kind of thing in a couple years, this was his chance to have some fun before his time ran out! The whole group part, however, made things a little complicated. The announcer had literally winked at him as he said to pick the two people closest to him, but the only people he really knew here were Ira and Siobhan, and his history with them was a little... violent. It probably wasn't a good idea to stir up drama or start a fight when he ought to be enjoying himself. So he looked around. If not them, who else could he hunt with? Thankfully, that question was soon answered for him. He nodded to the guy with long and silvery hair. "Dumb or not, this sounds like fun... so sure, I'll help out. Whatever the treasure is, we split it three ways, deal?" Kaitaro of Crimson Alex Dragon
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Having perfected our disguise, we search for someone we can't fool.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on May 18, 2016 7:36:34 GMT -5
| [attr="class","harum"]JUST BELIEVE AGAIN EVERY MESSAGE IT WOULD LEAVE HER, THE NEXT WAVE CAREFULLY ERASED
| Siobhan's warm smile to Ira never wavered, the girl was infamous for her perception abilities and definitely more so for the interesting lapses in attention that made her appear to be "zoning-out." Siobhan too was also guilty of this, especially when she was more sober, and definitely less happy. Tonight though, the girl had left most of her demons at the door, and the rest of them were drowning in the punch bowl. Which was why the first principal had been so funny. Giggling to herself, anyone around her would hear the girl speaking into her cup about, "Discouraging the illegal things while supplying the illegal things."
Quickly though, the idea of a scavenger hunt immediately perked her interest because the longer Siobhan stared at the distant, overbearing men, the more inclined she felt to challenge them. Cackling to herself, the girl was moving to speak to Ira again when not one, but two different boys thought they were well within their privileges to ask to accompany the pretty lady. Scowling darkly, Siobhan reflexively stepped closer to the girl, glaring at the silver-haired boy and outright ignoring the blonde.
"Ira is my partner. You two can be best friends now."
With that, Siobhan would link her arm through the shorter girl's, finishing off the last of whatever intoxication in her cup would prove to be dangerous later on in the night.
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