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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 Allen Hollows on Dec 8, 2014 21:31:31 GMT -5
"Drinking with my sister? I should beat you, Rosett."
He would approach them from the rear, grinning in obvious jest. He had been down at a small store when he got the text from his sister. He decided he'd make a show, but was more worried that they were just sitting there....alone....and around the same age. If this kid tried to get in his sisters pants-! Nah...no...wouldn't happen. Hopefully. He took a deep breath, trying not to get all worked up. He would walk over and stand over Phoebe's right shoulder.
"What's up?"
He had no idea what they had been talking about, and sorta felt like he was intruding but...ah well. He had been invited, right?
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 8, 2014 21:43:16 GMT -5
Steven would smile and in a similar fashion to Phoebe look up at the sky. "Well my mother always insisted on traditional values of English politeness. I would be doing her a disservice if I wasn't a gentleman of at least some sort." He would quip, before his ear would detect noise from behind him. Before he could turn to look however , Allen had already spoke up, and Steven finished turning to see the younger teenager.
"Drinking implies that she had any Allen. I'm not trying to get your sister drunk I assure you." Steven would joke back. "Nothing much, just seeing the stars, and wondering the odds of having bumped into your sister of all people." Steven would reply to Allen informal greeting. "Though I'm impressed you got here so quick. Did you run or something?" Steven would asked with a smirk, before sliding away from Phoebe down the bench, in order to free up space for Allen if he wanted it. As well as to hide the fact they had been sitting pretty close together.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2014 21:58:19 GMT -5
"Well, at least some mothers raise their boys right..~"
But she just figured politeness and manners should be universal. Phoebe blinked rapidly a few times at the faint sound of approaching footsteps and tipped her head back, looking upside-down into the gloom as the person - her little brother - spoke up. Her face split into a wide grin, pony tail dangling.
"Allen~!"
Quick as a wink, she straightened and hopped up onto the bench, crouching with her knees pressed against the back, hands gripping the edge as she leaned back and swayed forwards.
"Have a seat, have a seat~!"
So she can snuggle you. Obviously...well, on the other hand, she could be nice and not do anything over the top.
Maybe.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 8, 2014 22:06:47 GMT -5
Allen eyed Steven as the boy scooted over, but didn't really think anything of it. Just making room, right? RIGHT!? Anyway, Allen would grin at Phoebe and grab the edge of the bench, hopping over quickly and planting his butt between them. He looked over at Steven then back at Phoebe.
"Nah, was right up the road at Barnes and Nobles. Their having a sale for Christmas, so I figured I'd stop in and check out some books."
He didn't talk about the beer- he had been joking when he said that, so there was no need for further reply. He would reach into his pocket though and remove the snickers bar that was there, tearing it open and taking a bite. He shivered.
"Hm. Perhaps we should have ourselves a three way fight to keep warm."
This time, only half joking. Three way battles were fun. He would chew and cover his mouth as he spoke, not wanting to be rude.
"Losers pay for dinner, maybe?"
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 8, 2014 22:29:07 GMT -5
Steven listened to the suggestion and didn't know what to say. He disagreed with the idea of promoting violence in school, under the guise of it be a sportsman like bouts, which never seemed to stay the case. However there was a limit to what training alone could do for the body. If he really wanted to try and protect people he knew that he would have to fight sometime and staying in practise was a necessary evil. There wasn't an easy way to change things, and diplomatically seemed even less likely even if Steven wanted it so badly.
Steven would stand from the bench. From the little he had interacted with Allen and Phoebe however, made them seem to be decent people, and Steven felt that they wouldn't push things two far. "I guess." Steven replied slightly non-committed but accepting the idea. "But no teaming you two if we do. And Allen no repeats of the other day and that guy, because even I'd probably lose my cool to that." Steven would add, meaning the kick or stamp you call it he had used to take out the guy, the traditional low blow.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2014 22:56:42 GMT -5
Phoebe lifted a hand to ruffle Allen's hair, smiling. But she quickly quirked her head at the mention of a fight. What was thiiiiiiissssssss, little brother? Her eyes lit up, and she wordlessly bounced off the bench to the ground, even before their companion stood. The tearing of velcro soon was heard as she took off the wrist wraps...and then proceeded to do the same with her belt, dumping the lot onto the bench.
She danced away a few steps, hopping from one foot to the other to regain proper circulation, rolling her shoulders and swinging her arms with a grin.
Yep. She was pumped. She didn't even need to say anything.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 8, 2014 23:27:08 GMT -5
Allen looked between them, eyebrows going up. He wasn't expecting them to agree right off the bat! But hell, he wasn't gonna back down. He would stand and stretch a bit. " Ground rules. Someone bleeds, we pause to make sure they want to continue. No low blows, no teaming up, and no breaking bones or serious disfigurment. Other than that....lets dance." He would roll his shoulders and, once Steven was in place, go for what he saw as the thread- his sister. He would charge her for a shoulder check, bringing his fists up to cover his face. He hoped she would step back in her standard boxing post, because if she did it would set up for what he wanted next. He would, if she darted back, snap out his right leg for her thigh, just above the knee. Normally he would hit the knee but that could snap her leg. Here, he just wanted to do enough damage with the Savate front kick to make her movement hard. He tried to also keep his eye on Steven....as the boy would be attacking as well.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 8, 2014 23:41:07 GMT -5
Steven knew that he couldn't fight as offensively as he normally would. He way of fighting on the offensive was usually meant to be as devastating as possible, to take the other target down quick as to minimise risk to himself and those around him. That meant the air based, extremely powerful and fast kicks he tended towards would be out of the question.
However he already had a plan of at, formulating at in his mind as Allen explained the rules and they all got into positions. First detect threat, Phoebe had been silent which from what he had seen of her so far, meant that she was holding back that normal glee the surrounded her, that sort of calmness was professional. Fight's were the time for quips. As soon as Allen would go to attack his sister, Steven would know he wasn't under direct assault meaning he could attack as well.
As Allen would reach his sister for his initial check, Steven would have also move in and dropped low. A hand would steady, as he spun his leg would be aimed for the back of Phoebe's calf as She was also distracted from the front. Hopefully making her buckle at the knee, but with out risking serious injury. The path of his leg would stop however, regardless if it his her or not but would dip down further. Aimed for the front of Allen's lower just under above his ankle. The hopeful result being sweeping Phoebe legs out from behind her while then Allen's from the front causing the younger boy to fall forward on top of his sister.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 22:17:50 GMT -5
By the time her little brother finished speaking, no hint of a grin, smile, or twinkle in her eye could be seen. And then Allen came for her! He was too close for her to try and dodge to the side - her lil' brother was just too fast - but she wound up trying to throw herself back, and her positioning meant that Rosett had another step or two to go.
Either way, though, between the shoulder-check and the leg to the back of hers, Phoebe was knocked off her feet. And by moving backwards with the attack, she managed to roll off her shoulder and spring back up and onto her feet. Her hands came up into her basic guard position as she took stock of what happened in between her being checked and rolling back to her feet!
Hopefully, then, Rosett managed to trip the very spry Allen up.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 9, 2014 22:25:14 GMT -5
Being that she stepped back, Allen would just replant the right foot rather than force it forward. With her falling, he would stab out a move at Steven that the male would be familiar with. The side kick.Pushing off the leg he just planted, he would throw that side kick straight for Stevens midsection, hoping that his own speed would catch the male off guard. At their distance, and assuming his kick hit, Stevens follow through would likely lack the power after receiving such a blow to the midsection, as it would pull all the tension and power from his hips. Therefore, the young Hollows was more likely to be on his feet. If that was the case, he would keep his eyes on Phoebe. Keep her off her feet- as a boxer, she was most dangerous there. So, he would fly forward and attempt a leg sweep!
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 9, 2014 22:45:55 GMT -5
Steven would see Phoebe start to fall from the assault from both Allen and Steven, and leg would continue on its path as intended his head turning to see what Allen was doing and the younger man's own leg coming his way. Steven rather then try and power through taking it full on, and knowing he wouldn't be able to dodge, instead deicide on minimizing himself getting hurt and abort following through.
The hand Steven had to the ground to steady himself would suddenly be pulled off and Steven would actually allow himself to start falling backwards, backwards and away from the kick. Instead of striking his side dead on as expect it would land into his lower hip. It would still hurt, but the hip was a lot of bone, and he had a reasonable amount of muscle there as padding.
Falling back, pushed away faster by the kick, Steven would roll straight over, his hands the touching ground once more and pushing himself with force off the ground and staggering back to his feet. He would land in a defensive stance ready for either Phoebe or Allen to attack.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 23:12:19 GMT -5
This time, big sister was ready!
She swept forwards, and then on a diagonal to throw Allen off, just a little. They were quite well-versed with one another's fighting styles. Her little brother, for what he lacked in strength, made up for in maneuverability, and in it, used his weight to add force. If she could evade the initial sweep as she planned, she would step in after his leg passed to throw two quick jabs, keeping her knees slightly bent so she could bounce if necessary.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 9, 2014 23:15:36 GMT -5
Duck and weave, duck and weave!
His sweep was lost when she moved, so he would bring up his fists to guard his face, likely taking both punches to his knuckles. At this moment, he realized a mistake. His back was to Steven! Hell no!
He dove to the side and rolled, hopefully forcing whatever attack Steven would give on Phoebe. If steven wasn't attacking, at least it would give him some room from his sister, in which case they would be closer to one another and likely have to deal with that.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 9, 2014 23:22:30 GMT -5
Ready, stable and seemingly not under attack, Steven notice that the sibling where more focused on each other then him. 'And he had been worried that the pair would team up against him' He thought as he charged. As Steven got close his entire body would leave the floor. His leg knee jutting out so that it would slam into Allen from behind, his arms raise to help to grab the man's shoulders if he moved and protect himself from Phoebe if the pair both ended up on the ground.
However Allen darted aside completely out of the way of the knee, but Steven path was already decided, and he would continue in the same direction barring down on Phoebe, his arms now remaining up to protect himself first and grab second. As his knee would probably slam into her gut, knock her to the ground, him falling onto of her as the father distance gone meant he was already starting to lose altitude.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2014 22:20:15 GMT -5
There was some movement behind her brother! And she knew it would be Steven, but, being that she was more focused on roughing up Ali, and mostly stationary, the flying knee connected!
The force indeed caused her to double over, exhaling as forcefully as she could, while wrapping her arms around what was most easily accessible: his leg. Stumbling back, she twisted, trying to at least recover enough to fall on top of Steven, maybe even driving the wind from his lungs!
Of course, she was aware Allen dodged - that was the only reason he wasn't barrelling into her in Steven's place - and thus he was still a threat. "Oomph!"
She couldn't guarantee with her shuffle that her limbs wouldn't knock against anything sensitive, but, she would yank her arm free to try to make good on a couple rabbit punches before she was either attacked or thrown off!
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