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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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Bad Days Can't Get Worse, Right? (KAMILE, TAK, OPEN)
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Feb 12, 2015 20:00:13 GMT -5
Kamile would look in the mirror one last time before she grabbed her purse and walked out the door. Yes, she looked good. She knew she would get several free drinks tonight. The men would be drooling all over her, but she was used to it. it had been that way for a long time. She payed the cab driver and looked for traffic before crossing the street to the bouncer. Fishing her ID out of her purse, she would smile.
"How are you tonight?"
The bouncer would look her up and down. "I ain't doin' as well as you pretty lady, but i'd like to be." He would smile, showing a row of missing teeth, before moving out of her way.
Kamile would try to keep her smile up and thank him while she moved to the door. upon opening it, loud music would spill into the air and the stench of cigarettes would fill her lungs. Kamile would make her way to the bar and order a Psychedelic Blow Pop drop shot and a Star Fucker drop shot. After shooting those one after another, she would ask for a Hurricane: Category 5. (3X the alcohol) After opening a tab, she would turn around looking for a seat.Attachments:
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Post by Mr. A on Feb 12, 2015 20:32:14 GMT -5
Takehiro needed to blow off some serious steam. His Reform Act was causing more stress than it should have been, especially with his son, Macht, the FACE of the Reform, was a trouble-maker, and involved with the gangs of #552. So, he turned to a night club (no harm in letting loose once in a while, right?). He wasn't stopped by the bouncer because of his size, alone, so he would walk in with no problem.
Upon entering, Takehiro would spot another teacher from the school, and a small grin would appear on his face. He knew the girl's face, and her name, but he didn't know her, and he figured now would be as good a time as any to get acquainted! Of course, he was also terrible with social outings, so... there's that.
"Ms. Trakovsky," the giant smiled, approaching the lady. "Out for a bit of fun on the town, I see?"
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Post by Raina Scylar on Feb 12, 2015 21:30:59 GMT -5
The club was very busy tonight which was a good thing. It means she could afford to give the employees extra money. They take care of her business for her and she takes care of them. Quid Pro Quo. They were really sweet people. Never treated her badly about her age or heritage, and always let her come in and enjoy the music. She had a thing for music and she made sure the sound system here was the best. She walked down the stairs leading away from the back office. She probably should had dressed a little differently then what she wearing but she really enjoyed cosplay clothes and this outfit was her favorite.
She walked down the stairs as the lights shined over her causing her sun-kissed skin to almost sparkle. Her long pink hair flowed with the way she walked, almost covering the unique beauty of her crimson eyes. No one knew why she had crimson eyes but it was something they definitely made her, her.
As she got closer to the stairs, Vincent, one of her employees walked up to her and started chatting. He was one of her favorites, a gay man with the same fire and compassion in his soul as hers. Four kind of douchey and obvious intoxicated men walked up and sort of surrounded the two. They instantly pushed Vincent away and tried to hit on Raina, even going as far as to grab her ass. She instantly grabbed the man's wrist and threw him to the ground. "All of you! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY BAR! And if I catch you in here ever again I will break your hands!" She screamed out as the men as they ran out of the bar drawing attention to the petite girl. Raina is normally a sweet girl but she knows when Rose, her guardian, isn't here managing to she has to get rid of ass holes like that and make an example of them to protect her people, and the people here for fun.
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Feb 12, 2015 21:43:01 GMT -5
Kamile Smiled at the tall man coming up to her. He looked like a teacher, but who was he?
"Yeah, I had a bad first day. My students are trying my patience. I like to hurt people but they are just...UHG!"
She would squeeze the imaginary ball in front of her with both hands. then look up at the man. Why was she telling him all this? Oh, right. Alcohol.
"So, what do you....?"
She would trail off after hearing commotion by the stairs. After seeing four men run out the door, she knew there wasn't much she could do now. the outburst was over. She looked back at the stairs where a beautiful young woman was walking to the bar.
~Wow, she sure is pretty. Where is her escort, she looks way too young to be here alone.~
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Post by Mr. A on Feb 12, 2015 22:00:10 GMT -5
Takehiro laughed, giving a nod. He knew how it was. He had a first day too, a while ago, so he could understand how the girl was feeling. He was about to introduce himself, because it was apparent the woman did not know him, when there was a scene across the bar.
"Dear me," he started. The woman looked much to young to be here, let alone call the placer hers. The giant frowned, calling out to the girl as she took her seat. "Are you alright, miss?"
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Post by Raina Scylar on Feb 12, 2015 22:05:59 GMT -5
Raina turned her head to the two and smiled the prettiest smile she could muster. "Yes, I'm ok. I just hope I didn't hurt them. I really... don't like to do that. But I have to make sure people like that don't stay here. It wouldn't be safe." She said as she continued to smile. It was obvious this girl cared very much for the people here and wanted to make sure they are safe. She pulled a strand of hair over her shoulder and played with a little as she ordered a virgin margarita from the bartender.
"I hope I didn't ruin your guy's night. If you need anything let me know, k?" She said in a sugary sweet voice. Her eyes filled with concern and hope inside of those crimson pools. She didn't look much older then 16 or 17. |
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Feb 12, 2015 23:06:21 GMT -5
Kamile would make her way to the girl, girl talk is way more effecient than yelling across the room. stirring her drink and taking a sip, she would walk over to the girl.
"My name is Kamile Trakovsky, but you can call me Kammie if you like. Are you sure you are ok? I mean I bet it wont be hard to find those guys..."
Kamile would smile sweetly. She was way too young to be alone, and 'Kammie' was looking for some very much needed girl time. But that might have to come later.
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Post by Mr. A on Feb 13, 2015 3:43:07 GMT -5
When Trakovsky went to go talk to the other girl, Takehiro kind of stood around where he was. It felt awkward to be there, mostly because he could sort of tell the woman didn't want to be around those with penises. So, he let her do her thing, shrugging it off. He headed to the bar himself, however, pulling out his wallet with an almost sad grin on his face.
"Fuck me up, buddy. Gimme some crazy shit. And lemme open a tab while we're at it."[/font]
He would slap $100 on the counter and prepare to get fucked up.
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Feb 15, 2015 3:02:52 GMT -5
Simion, a larger mildly intoxicated man, would spot the two beautiful women by the bar. He briefly imagined him taking both the girls home and that was all it took. Downing the rest of his beer and grabbing his shot of Jack Daniel's for liquid encouragement, he would head towards the ladies, tossing back his shot and preparing his pick-up line.
"Did you two lovely ladies fall straight from heaven? Because you have got to be angels or something!"
Cammie would look at the drunken man and roll her eyes. She hated this pick-up line and knew just how ta handle it. She stirred her drink and took another sip. Looking over at the other girl, she would begin her verbal assault on the man.
"I am pretty sure he just called us Demons. Now, I don't know how you take things like that, but i really can't stand it."
Cammie would turn her attention back to the man.
"Did you really think you would be able to get us just with that? Or get anything but a slap, really. Are we really nothing more than pieces of meat to you? How dare you even try something like that?"
Simion would be shocked at the hurtful rejection and the lashing out at his attempt to swoon them. He would take a step closer to the loud mouthed one and grab her by the wrists. The smaller one wouldn't be able to do much. He was a large and well built man.
"Do you really think i am going to sit here and listen to you?"
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Post by Mr. A on Feb 15, 2015 3:32:52 GMT -5
Not long after downing his first drink would Takehiro spy a man making an attempt on the ladies from a moment ago. The giant of a man would stand to his feet, gesturing to the bartender to prepare another drink. With a sigh, he cracked his knuckles and his neck and approached the man from behind. The guy was big, sure, but no one was big when compared to Takehiro, who stood damn near seven feet tall and could bench press a tank.
"Hey, buddy," Takehiro would speak, tapping the man on the shoulder. He would wave Takehiro away, to which the giant would respond by grabbing the shoulder and forcibly turning him so that they were face to face. Upon seeing Takehiro's sheer size, the guy would let go of Trakovsky, but in a drunken stupor he would attempt to remain the "alpha male status" in this situation. A few shoves would be thrown at Takehiro's chest, but he would not budge. A look of disapproval would be cast on the drunk, before Takehiro let out a left hook hard on his mandible, and the guy dropped like a sack of potatoes, if a sack of potatoes was being thrown to the ground.
"Sorry about him. Not all men are pigs, ladies."
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Feb 15, 2015 3:39:39 GMT -5
Cammie would rub her wrists, they kinda hurt after the man had grabbed her so hard. She should have know that was going to happen. Perhaps she had had too many to keep her mind sharp enough to detect when people were about to strike. turning to her new found 'hero,' Cammie would smile in thanks.
"I don't think i ever got your name. I'd like to thank you properly."
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Post by Mr. A on Feb 15, 2015 3:46:53 GMT -5
"Takehiro. Friends call me Tak." Takehiro would wave down the bartender. "A drink for the lady. Put it on my tab, good man." The fact that he'd put down $100 earlier meant he could cover quite a bit for the night, so he didn't really mind. It wasn't like he needed his money in the first place.
After that was done, the giant would just sit back down, only this time he would sit adjacent to the teacher and the young owner of the place. Based on how he held himself, it didn't seem like he thought he did something that great. He just hammered down another drink and kept 'em coming.
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Feb 15, 2015 3:57:06 GMT -5
Cammie would smile brightly. So he was tall, strong, cute and polite. She liked this one.
"Thank you, Takehiro. I don't know why I didn't see that one coming. I really do appreciate the help."
She would accept the offer for a drink and ask for a Mudslide. sitting in a chair between 'Tak' and the smaller girl. Pointing her crossed knees toward Tak, she would attempt to strike up a conversation.
"So, Tak, what do you do again?"
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Post by Mr. A on Feb 15, 2015 4:01:59 GMT -5
"Not a problem, Ms. Trakovsky," the giant would flash her a small, modest grin before drinking a bit more of his strangely rainbow-colored concoction. Whatever it was, it was strong. "You shouldn't have to expect trouble on a fun night out."
When asked what he did, he shrugged. There were many ways to answer that question, really. He could say "I teach PE at #552," or "I'm leading a reform act for the youth of our city", or maybe something really pompous. But nothing actually came to mind for the moment. Nothing interesting at least.
"Gym. Sports. That sort of thing. And you're... art, is it?"
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Feb 15, 2015 14:37:42 GMT -5
The bartender would blush a little. Everyone seemed to know her, or at least about her, and she didn't know any of them. The bartender would return with her mudslide, she would tip him and take a sip. Cammie closed her eyes; nothing tasted as good as chocolate on a rough day. Opening her eyes she realized she needed to respond. Swallowing and coughing a bit, Cammie would answer quickly.
"Yes, I am the Art teacher. I have always had a passion for art and when i saw the opening here, I took my chance. I didn't know that my students would be such a pain in my ass though."
Cammie would roll her eyes and take another sip, God it was delicious!
"You said you taught gym. Do you like it or is it just another job to you?"
Getting to know people helped Cammie to judge the person better. She could get a better feel for what they might do. It always helped to know other people in power though. She knew she would need help gaining control of her class. She needed guidance, but she would ask about that later.
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