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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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Drink Under the Stars (OPEN)
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 7, 2014 18:01:06 GMT -5
The cash register beeped as the convenience store clerk scanned the few items That Steven intended to buy. As the four pack of cans was scanned, the clerk down at the beer and then up at Steven. He gave him a quizzical look, as if he was going to deny him. However Steven heigh must have made up for his younger looks and the man put them into the bag, and he quickly paid.
Steven didn't drink often, as it was hard to get away with, and he wasn't the sort that drunk to drunkenness. Growing up his family had no problem him drink and family celebrations, having come from England and it being accepted back home. As such Steven occasionally like the quiet night at home alone to have a drink.
As was normal, Steven passed through the park on the way home. The same park that he had recently come into conflict with some guys over basketball. Looking up at the sky, the night was surprisingly clear. The sky up above seemed to try and mock the light pollution of the city below, as more stars then normally hung in the air. It was quiet and late, and as Steven like most peaceful.
Instead of carrying on his way, Steven sat down under one of the small park's trees, leaning up against it. Looking up through the tree branches and autumn leaves. He pulled his jacket close tighter around him, as the cool air rolled in. Before picking out can from the carrier bag and cracking the ring pull open and taking a pleasant sip. Enjoying the night time.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 20:13:18 GMT -5
Huff. Puff. Puff. Tap, tap, tappa, tap, tap, tappa.
Clad in sweats, sneakers, and with music plugged into one ear via an earbud connected to an MP3 player, Phoebe was out for a late-night run. Well, jog, more than anything, interspersed with sprinting bursts here and there. She'd been at it about an hour, and was on her way home, through the park, her steps still full of bounce despite the weights attached to her wrists and waist...where she also kept a small can of mace clipped and in easy reach, hidden beneath her sweater. Though the brunette was comfortable and confident in her skill as a boxer, this wasn't the city she wanted to run around with no secondary insurance as to her safety.
She bounced a few steps off the path, adding some quick and easy footwork and a couple playful jabs as a quick dubstep-esque beat pounded on low volume in her ear, mostly oblivious to anyone in the park unless she was being approached. With no real fight, her expression was at ease and content, yet focused, her green eyes still bright as she weaved and danced around an imaginary opponent in the form of a lamp.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 7, 2014 20:22:00 GMT -5
The peaceful scene that he was hoping to enjoy by himself was quickly taken away. It was the footsteps that alerted him to the presence of someone else. Not her music, because unlike most they seemed to considerate enough to keep there music at a low enough volume to not bleed out into the area around. Something that Steven himself failed to do on occasion. However Steven didn't take his gaze off the sky, and as the foot stepped seemed to vanished as the person move from path to grass, Steven just assumed that they had passed by and where moving away again.
It was the would be about to pass by him, that he coincidently would shift his position. He would lift a leg, planning to move from it straight position to bending his knee. Unless the person suddenly started paying attention they would find, Steven leg in the way. Possible causing them to trip. Either way Steven would notice them, either by just how close they had gotten or by colliding with his leg. He would snapped to look at them, and suddenly apologise in either case, and if he did trip them. He would jump to his feet, apologising even more so and try to help them up.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 20:47:17 GMT -5
"Hue, huh, mm-ah!" Lightly carrying herself away from the lamp, further on into the grass, backwards, Phoebe worked in a combo--
--and felt her heel connect with something. Not a root, it had too much give...but it was enough to trip her up. Throwing her arms out, she scrambled and hopped backwards with a yelp of surprise...and proceeded to quickly and gracelessly lose her footing and tumble backwards to the ground, landing on her rear end with a very audible "Ouch!"
Her gaze jerked up, the stranger's silhouette hiding his features as his back was to the light. She let out a surprised "Eep!" for a second, her heart pounding, but then...it sank in that he was apologising as he offered a hand, leaning in to do so. She lifted one hand to press it over her heart and exhale...and start to laugh, extending her other to accept the help up.
Her butt hurt.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 7, 2014 21:06:13 GMT -5
Steven would help the lady to her feet, as graciously as he could. "Sorry about that again. Are you alright?" Steven would asked, before his gaze would take in her attire, the headphones and make the connection. IT was such a cliché that had become a troupe of fiction over the years. "Midnight jog?" He would raise a curious eyebrow, looking over to the part of the park she must have been coming from before looking over to his stuff.
It was then that Steven noticed in haste to get up and apologise and help the girl up that he had dropped the can of beer he had only just opened. Wasting most of it it content creating a puddle on the ground next where they both stood. He hoped that the liquid hadn't spread enough to get her wet before he had managed to help her up. It would suck if he had managed to not only trip her up but also get her clothes wet. Then again, it was late and moisture in the air probably meant that the grass was damp even if it hadn't go t to her. "Damn." He would simply mutter annoyed at himself.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 21:21:25 GMT -5
It might have been a trope, but, it was also practical. Regaining her feet and literally giving herself a dust-off, Phoebe quickly set herself straight and nodded, pulling out the only earbud that was in her ear to give her full attention to the guy that had tripped her up. Her pants were damp, and if there was an actual wet spot, she didn't seem to notice.
"Yeah, I'm okay! Butt is a little sore, but no harm done, I don't think![/color]" She gave a smile, tugging at the shoulders of her sweater to pull it back into place. "Yeah, just making my way home, actually. Time for a shower and sleep~ No real harm done."
She repeated the last part, mostly to reaffirm she was okay.
"I didn't hurt you at all, though, right?"[/font]
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 7, 2014 21:34:22 GMT -5
Steven was glad that it didn't appear that she was hurt, nor wet either, and smile back when she asked if he was okay as well. He could certainly feel where she had impacted but calling it pain would be easily exaggerating it. "I'm fine, going have to find another spot to star gaze from though." Steven told her, he had no intention of sitting back down where he was and getting wet himself.
"But if you're in a rush, I won't take up any more of your time." Steven would say. It was then he would look over the girl, she must be about his age, if not just slightly older or younger. "Though I don't see the point in a early night myself." Steven would said, pointing out the fact there was no school tomorrow, but just guess that meant that unlike him, she actually had a social life that took up her weekends.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 21:50:52 GMT -5
If he only knew!
But, despite some natural caution, she stood still for a moment, blinking.
"Hm? Star gazing? That's what you're doing out here?" She blinked, suddenly interested, and then stepped back a pace or two and tipped her face up to the night sky, searching, searching...oh! There! She could see them. A disbelieving laugh escaped her lips and she spun in place, her arms lifting with the momentum. "Woooow! Wow! Hahahah~ So wait--"
She abruptly stopped spinning to face him again, suddenly curious. "Why do you have to find another spot? I don't understand. I mean--I'm sorry for disturbing you. I can totally leave you be!"
Her brows drew together, worried she'd somehow ruined his time trying to relax. She knew how it was, actually, which was part of the reason she was out tonight, aside from some general restlessness. She didn't address whether she was in a rush or not. If she was, she would have bid a polite goodbye and hurried on her way. Besides, the star gazing and why he had to move were much more enthralling.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 7, 2014 21:57:54 GMT -5
Steven grinned at the her reaction to hearing what he was doing. Yes, stars in the city wasn't a common occurrence and not one he planned to miss. She the turned back and asked why he had to move. Obviously the girl was oblivious to the ground, well not unexplainable, his comments did just make her look in the complete opposite direction.
Steven would gesture to the ground and the spilt can. "The floors wet." He would explain simply. "Trust me you're not disturbing me. Though have to admit been meeting some interesting people recently in this park." Steven would assure her, talking the other day where someone had helped him out here, and the pair had a decent discussion on school politics. There was no way Steven could know, nor anyway the girl could know either that the guy in question was her brother.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 22:20:55 GMT -5
Oh. Phoebe blinked rapidly as she finally looked down to see the can...of beer. She'd never actually tried alcohol before, but couldn't say she had an interest in doing so, either. She looked up again and managed a laugh.
"Oh yeah? I haven't ran into too many people out here, recently, but that might be because I'm around at some odd hours."
If both of them only knew that he'd met her brother, and she was meeting him.
"Well. I guess I can stick around for a couple minutes. We'll find you a new spot to sit~" She chirped, bouncing lightly on her feet. She shifted the edge of her sweater, pulling out her cell, and tapped out a quick message to her brother. Something along the lines of Stopping for a little while in the park! Can see the stars tonight!
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 7, 2014 22:30:40 GMT -5
Steven smiled, there was nothing wrong with company. It wasn't the same as relax by himself but it wasn't bad to meet new people. It's like he had any family in the city to rely on, except when his cousin visited. Steven would wait for the girl to text Allen. Wondering who she was texting, and assuming that it would be her parents instead of her brother. "Sure thing." Steven would say, reclaiming his carrier bag of beer and other supplies.
Steven knew the park well, and Phoebe probably did as well. She only live around half a mile away according to her brother. Not that he knew. However it was practically on his door stop. So it wouldn't take long for Steven to lead the way to a bench in the park. If she felt like joining he wasn't going to make a lady sit on the floor after all. Steven would collapse in to the bench, before pulling two cans out from the bag. "What one?" He offered not knowing she probably didn't. However it was polite to offer, either way he would crack his open and look up to the sky.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 23:18:35 GMT -5
Slipping her cellphone back into its holder on the belt of weights, and proceeded to jitter and bounce from foot to foot, still feeling energetic. More, now that her breathing had fully levelled out again; she continued practically skipping as she let him lead her along. It wasn't long before he stopped at a bench, and, she decided to take her chances and be her normal friendly self. She plopped down on one end, close enough to be friendly, but far enough for the comfort of strangers.
She blinked, green eyes widening before she laughed.
"Hahah, thanks, but, I think I'll pass~"
He seemed friendly and nice enough, but, first encounter and drinking? Even a sealed can, she couldn't. She kicked her feet out, resting her heels against the pathway with a slow, pleasing stretch. She really should have stretched out properly, but, one night wouldn't be so bad. Her arms were back, and she held on to the back of the bench with her hands, drumming her fingers as she looked up at the sky.
And then sat bolt upright with a gasp, simultaneously turning back towards him.
"Oh gosh! I've been so rude, I'm sorry! I'm Phoebe!"
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 7, 2014 23:29:39 GMT -5
'To each there own.' Steven thought as she decline the drink, he didn't see any offence in the action, not everyone there age did drink after all. It could get them into trouble if they were caught. Luckily Steven didn't have anyone to stop him from doing so. Suddenly the girl sat upright in a burst of speed, shaking the bench as she did. Before introducing herself. Steven free hand slapped audibility into his forehead at the realization that he hadn't done so either. Normally he tried to beat other to it.
"Steven Rosett. Please call me Rosett." Steven would introduce himself removing his hand from his face and offering it out for a awkward grip of of a handshake from they were both sitting. "Charmed." He would say with a grin, the way he said the final word, rolling over into a cliché British accent that he normally kept subdue, but usually worked at making a polite impression.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 23:40:48 GMT -5
Steven Rosett? That was...wait that was him?! Mid-shake, as the introduction set in, Phoebe's hand stopped moving. She laughed, not only at the accent, but at the utter irony of it all, and bounced to her feet after letting go, too excited to sit.
And proceeded to giggle and laugh.
"Steven Rosett? Really! Wow, I can't believe this! Guess what guess what guess what!" Exuberant, she shimmied to a stop and set her hands on her knees, peering intently at him. Close, but not too close. She grinned, her bottom lip very firmly caught between her teeth. She looked like she could just explode right there, the way she was trying to stay still but squirming.
Guess. Guess. He had to guess, she wanted him to guess!
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 7, 2014 23:57:30 GMT -5
Suddenly at the mention his name the girl seemed to get very excited at something, telling him to guess what it was. Rather then just dismiss it and say he didn't know he gave it some thought. It was his name that had got the reaction. It was unlikely that should knew the name from elsewhere, it was pretty rare, and in states almost unique. No there was only one thing he could think of. "You like Roses to." It was the only thing his name that made sense, and he said to, because the name had always made him like them two.
Steven would turn his arm that he had offer out to Phoebe and she would be greeted by the white rose tattoo that was on his arm if she looked down at it. Wasn't like he wasn't going to suddenly show her the other. It was good to have this one as well as the marred one on his back.
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