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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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The Hangover Part IV [Completely Open]
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Post by Lexington on Feb 13, 2015 11:30:22 GMT -5
Flyer's were taped all over campus for weeks. "The Hangover Part IV" The banging-est rager in town is going down tonight at a warehouse not too far from the school. Lex walked up to the rather large warehouse, coincidentally it was the same warehouse he beat up a thug in earlier in the week. Lex was wearing a white wife-beater and white shorts and white sneakers. All white would capture whatever blood, paint or whatever else the party scene decided to unleash on him. Before Lex reached out to open the double doors, he could hear bass bumping and the DJ um DJ'ing. Lex opened the doors and was immediately hit with music, it actually causing him to stagger for a brief moment. He quickly stepped into the warehouse and shut the doors behind him, everyone should know leaving the door open at a party is a huge party foul.
As far as Lex could see the warehouse was one big rectangle and where he had entered was south of the whole venue. On the other side the whole northern wall was just one big bar, Majority of the seats were taken up. Any free seats however, were left open in pairs. Off to the west there was a large stand with multiple lights, bright enough to illuminate the dance floor, connected to the stand were two enormous concert speakers. The DJ was behind the stand with a large stack of around 120 records. He was going hard to dancing in place and playing all sorts of remixes. Off to the east there were bathrooms and above them were more speakers and lights hooked up high above everyone else. Finally in the center of everything was the real action.
Lex looked over everyone in the center and guessed there must have been at least 200 students from various campuses all crammed into one warehouse. Lex pushes past the adrenaline pumped dancing people as he makes his way towards the bar. After making his way past what felt like an endless lake of people, Lex slaps his hand down on the bar "I NEED A HANDLE OF YOUR BEST WHISKEY!" One of eight bartenders scurries over to Lex with a handle of Jack Daniels "REALLY MAN I SAID YOUR BEST. Y'KNOW NEVERMIND IM GOOD" Lex decided to stick with the thick handle of whiskey. He cracks the seal and takes a swig. Immediately he feels the warm sensation encompass his body. He sits on one of two bar-stools and looks over to the dance floor. It was very loud, one could only hear the voices of those near them.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2015 12:32:42 GMT -5
Alicia had been at "The Hangover Part IV" party for only a few minutes and already she felt intoxicated. She had a lopsided grin plastered onto her face that, as hard as she tried, wouldn't go away. Underage drinking was the best kind of drinking. Nothing she'd never done before, anyways. Her long brown hair clung to her body due to the hot and clustered atmosphere, the teen was already sweating. She had on a skirt that was probably too short... not that she noticed, a tank-top and platform heels. The girl had the looks of a model and the way she moved around in her heels proved she'd had years of practice walking in the tall shoes.
Alicia set down the lemon drop shot held in her hand onto the counter she'd been using for support and made her way to the "dance floor" area of the warehouse. She flipped her hair before beginning to move her hips to the sound of the music. A professional dancer, or very good at moving her body, is what one would dub Alicia. She let out a joyous laugh along with the other girls dancing around with her, not really for a reason, just because it seemed right. The lights were so bright, the teen had to constantly squint her golden eyes. As much as she loved partying, being here just wasn't as fun now that she knew what being surround by true friends felt like. Not just another ditzy, druggie-filled group of teenagers and young adults that partied just as hard and needed one more "pretty girl" to join their group. Forget it. One night of partying wasn't so bad and she'd probably forget it come morning. Why not let loose now? Alicia convinced herself to continue dancing despite her thoughts. If they came back all she'd need to do is take another shot or swig.
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Post by Lexington on Feb 14, 2015 0:19:58 GMT -5
Lex was scoping out the scene hard, he wanted to find something that would excite him, add a little spice to the night. He continued to take swig after swig from his bottle, he was a pretty big guy so he thought it wouldn't hit as hard until later. He got up and walked towards the dancefloor, as he got closer he start bumping to the beat and working his way in. Lex stood out because he was taller than most of the people present. He was becoming intoxicated, not only by the whiskey, but he was practically hypnotized by the beat. He was having a somewhat fun time, but wanted to push it further. Lex looked around and saw a couple of guys get into a brief shoving match over by the DJ stand and immediately a thought popped into Lex's head as to what it may signify. A fight.
"Tonight's about to be very interesting"
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Post by Marcelis on Feb 21, 2015 21:14:28 GMT -5
**They are places where you can get 'loose.' A time where you don't have to be the rigid self that you have to be just because people tell you, or even society tells you. A place where you can be an animal. There are those times in which territories are made, lust is managed, things get destroyed... All those times either you wish are a part of it, or maybe you don't want to be apart of it at all. This place, this warehouse is one of those places. And this time... is one of those times...
"You got some fucking nerve, bitch, she was mine from jump, homie!"
"I don't think you have your name tattooed on her, and if so, I can see why she would cover it up" **Anger is one of those things you can manipulate pretty well when a person is under influences. Marcelis is pretty good at doing that. He, himself is not drunk, not yet anyways. He just got in like 15 minutes ago. He was in a black tee-shirt with his brown jacket hidden off in a dark corner, behind a trash can. Only someone desperate would look for anything like that behind a can, but crazy things happened before. Lucky if it was lost, he would only lose the jacket. Everything is on his person, including the knife on his pants-leg. The angry person who already pushed him made people jump back from the force, creating a small circle that they was entrenched in. No way to escape, not like he needs one, as the person charged at him. He swung wide but hard, no need to block Mareclis just struck out his arm. A sharp jab to the man's face. With the look in his eyes, it was like he didn't know what hit him. The arm reach caught the guy by surprise, he reeled back realizing his nose was hurting like a bitch. Marcelis kept a smile on his face as he started two-stepping to the beat. When the guy tried to come in again, he swung even more wide like that was even possible. This time Marcelis came in fast, and hit his square in the jaw, a nice compact right hook. As the fist hit he juked to the left and swung around the guy to be at his back... Sadly the man was already gone, clipped his jaw his brain rattled and he unconscious standing up. Marcelis in a funny venture keep him up and started dancing using his arms swaying side to side. After about a min of laughter and the girl not having any more of that she came over to be by his side, Marcelis took the opportunity to get into the crowd. I little here, a shove there he ended up in a circle of girls, and one dancing in the middle.
"Oops... Sorry..." **Speaking in a deep tone, he spoke into the girl's ear. He wasn't loud which would have been stupid, and if she was going to push him off that was ok as well. He didn't belong there. And women are territorial when it comes to friends and such. He swayed with her, following her movements. As dancing with a woman like this is like riding a bull. Of course that would be consider, extreme but its the minute movements made that would buck you off or keep you on top. As the shift in the music as change in a min or so, he picked a good time to back off, let her enjoy her fun. He whispered again as he pulled off.
"Nice moves sweetheart" **Removing himself from the equation was simple, but of course that would be if he was stopped. If not, he would back up and slide between two of the girls who had their arms in the air. He would blend into the crowd, appearing again at the bar. Sitting on one of the bar stools he sighed lightly putting his hand up to the bartender, grabbing him attention.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2015 15:26:29 GMT -5
Alicia had barely noticed the fight break out behind her and her "group". They were to busy chattering among themselves and swaying to the beat. She heard the voice of a male behind her, and Alicia's head turned so she could flash him an annoyed glare. Though before doing so she calmed down and laughed at herself for almost doing something so silly. It didn't matter right now if someone bumped into her. Nothing mattered here. She shook it off and let him dance with her. A few giggles erupted here and there from Alicia's friends.
"Hmph." The teen flipped her brown hair as he complimented her. She'd heard that before, though he was much more polite than the usual male at a party like this. Taking a look back at the group, and then back at the person walking away, she pushed others aside and decided to head off. Some girls yelled a goodbye or simply waved as Alicia chased the stranger. Why? Who knows. It just seemed more fun than what was already happening, more intriguing.
The stranger stopped at the bar and pulled up a seat. She followed and once there, leaned against the counter and shot him a look. "Oi, ya can't jus' leave uh girl wid'out saying goodbye~" Her speech due to slight intoxication became slurred though she still kept it cool, as if this were her normal behavior. "I'm Seven." Alicia stared half-lidded at the male and grinned slightly. With one hand she twirled a lock of her hair, the other tapping pedicured nails on the counter of the bar.
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Post by Lexington on Feb 25, 2015 11:06:50 GMT -5
Lex stood up and watched the whole fight break out. The part that really got to Lexington was when the guy grabbed the unconscious body and started dancing with it "That shit's cray!!!" Lex exclaimed. He was getting ready to jump into the fight and start swinging his half empty bottle of Jack. Handles were pretty thick bottles and would make for the perfect weapon in a setting like this. However, the stranger came up to the bar and was only a couple seats away. Lex waited until someone left their seat and he slide right next to the fighter. An put down his handle of Jack between them. Just who the fuck are ya bud?! was the first thought to strike Lex's mind.
"Hey, man you busted some pretty crazy moves out there. Caught my eye, I was getting ready to join the fun, but you handled your business pretty quickly bro. You even got the lady too, pretty textbook." Lex nudged the bottle a bit closer to the stranger. "Want some Jack?" Shortly after Lex offered his liquor some girl practically fell into the middle of their conversation. She looks vaguely familiar.. For some odd reason Lex felt like he had seen the girl before, but he brushed it off as a mistake. "Looks like you definitely got the lady" Lex eyeballed the lady then laughed.
The bartender came up to the trio with his focus mainly on Marcelis ready to get him a drink..
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Post by Marcelis on Mar 3, 2015 15:32:47 GMT -5
"And I am Charmed..." **He looked at woman for a second. He didn't know EXACTLY who he was dancing to, but he was thinking that she was a good dancer. Or in any case she had good flow of the music. In school or the like, you can't teach that, and sadly there needs to be more of it. Seeing people moving around poorly should just get your ass tossed off the dance floor. Mostly dancing with a woman is hard, were its more of a mutual thing or the man may lead. But dancing like that, to be behind a woman doing her thing... That is the struggle. Now if you know Marcelis up to this point, well many won't so just follow me for a second. He is intrigued by things, interesting things. And at this point, an interesting thing just happened to just stroll up to him. She was cute he could give her that. And by the sound of her voice, she was drunk... Or on the way there. Underage drinking is running rampage nowadays, shit, Marcelis drinks too so its no surprise. But he didn't have a drink yet since he was about to... But one thing came to mind while his mind was still functioning correctly.
~How in the fuck is able to do that... While drunk?~
**She was able to use her hands in a interesting coordination that would make some drunk drivers walking a straight line fail immediately. She was able to twirl her hair and ALSO tap the table at the same time. What? That is amazing. Well after being mind-blown by that, he found himself just taking her in. Her name was Seven, like the number. Interesting he caught himself thinking again. She was unique if you can say anything about first impressions. But then, her clothes, her demeanor seemed to match someone's. Someone he felt like punching the face for a while now. Of course that would be rude to be a certain way to girl that approached him. Its not her fault, but he couldn't help but to think of Valentina, and her shitty hair and her now annoying voice. Well she is the reason he was out here in the first place... He knew this wasn't his scene. And for all the things in the world, distraction is on the menu today. He face was looking a bit stern after his first statement, afterwards changed into a small smile. He spoke again, leaning forward to the tan-skinned woman. "But you can call me Mars, but your name... Like the number right?" **From the time after his question was asked, a rather large individual came into the picture. Seems like was impressed with the little spectacle. Well maybe he was too easily? Marcelis was hitting an intoxicated man, it was like a thirteen year old kid fighting a toddler, but it was funny never the less. He offered a drink to him, jack which Marcelis can already tell he was drinking from it already. He put his hand up to him as the gesture he's quite alright.
"Thanks, but I got my own." **As the bartender came over, getting eye contact, Marcelis spoke out to him more loudly than the others, since it was a bit of a distance. "Barcardi Gold and let the lady get what she wants..." **He was pointing at Seven, maybe it was a bad idea to get more alcohol to the woman who sounds already drunk, but he was trying to be nice... Nicccceeee. But if she still have the inking of anything like Val or something else, he would leave as quickly and quietly as he came. |
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Post by AceTheKidd on Mar 3, 2015 18:17:14 GMT -5
The Hangover Part IV
Shiro was already at the rager near the DJ booth sitting in a throne like chair with black surgical mask on, A white and black sweater on it that said Shiro, with some black and white joggers on and Black and Gold tim's to finish it off right. In his right hand a bottle of Goose, left hand is his pocket on a bag of Gotham he decided to bring to liven up the party which people seemed to love.
Popping two Gotham's himself Shiro walked on to the dance floor.
Sliding on in The music was thumping and people were having the time of their lives! Thats When Shiro's song came on. The bass slapping against his eardrums and the vibrations mixed with the drugs and alcohol made for a feeling of greatness in his chest. As he slowly made his way to the middle of the dance floor there was a crowd of people in a circle watching two Bboys battle it out.
"SHIT IS ABOUT TO GET REAL!" Shiro screams and the crowd roars with him. He takes a giant swig of his Goose and passes to a nearby girl. "Hold this for me"
Shiro Jumps inbetween the two break dancers and as soon as he hits the floor the beat drops. Shiros comes fierce with some crazy isolations and then switching to some up rock. As the beat blazed and the crowd grew more excited Shiro began to work the floor. As the Bboys tried to respond Shiro started doing air flairs sending his legs in every which way twisting his body as the crowd cheered. Dropping down to an elbow spin Shiro can to a full freeze and the beat dropped again. The crowd was eating it up. As he came back he does a suicide and lands on the floor on his back. To only roll backwards into a head spin. As beginning to get tired Shiro comes out of the head stand and end's his little showmanship.
A multitude of praise rains down on Shiro retrieves his bottle and takes another swig he spots. Seven walking around and he begins to make his descent.
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Post by Lexington on Mar 5, 2015 16:13:57 GMT -5
"Aight man, names Lexington what about you?" Lexington wasn't quite drunk, but he was feeling rather tipsy. His focus wavered in and out between the two strangers. Flashing lights occasionally drew Lexington's attention away as did a showdown between a few dancers. Lexington watched the dance-off and was amused by it, pretty common to see a couple guys go at it and showcase their skills on the dancefloor. Suddenly the DJ changed the song and once the bass hit, Lexington was whipped back into focus. Looking over to the female, he began to address her. "Have we met before? You seem rather familiar.. or maybe it's just me." He undid the seal once more to take another shot of jack. The liquid immediately woke Lex up once more. His attention lingered and would shift to whoever spoke up first.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2015 15:24:26 GMT -5
"Tch, yea I guess. And your's is like that planet or something." Alicia waved her hand the air and snorted at her joke, using the counter for support as her laughter took over for a few moments. The teen lifted her head and wiped her tearing eyes. "Oi buy me a tequila sunrise?" She licked her pink lips at the thought of the cocktail, one of her favorites to drink. "'Ave we met?" Alicia turned to face Lexington, squinting her eyes, getting uncomfortably close before slumping back into her spot rather quickly. "Prolly. I met a lot of people this year who knows. Ask me again later, when I haven't 'ad so many drinks." Her attention switched back to Marcelis, he surely was different. Though it was hard to pay attention to much when her mind attempted to search for someone of Lexington's description. Everything seemed fuzzy and broken into pieces inside her head so that was almost impossible to even try. Alicia didn't notice Shiro, an already good friend of her's, or the dance-off, instead she seemed to zone out.
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Post by Marcelis on Mar 6, 2015 16:55:50 GMT -5
~Tch... the more I look at her, the more I see her... Dammit.~
"It seems like he is trying to get your attention. Maybe you should give it to him..." **His voice has a tinge of frustration. It wasn't really her, well... Yeah it was really her. Or actually to not keep playing the pronoun game, he mean her as in Valentina. Seven had her demeanor, hell she probably thought she could get any guy she wanted. He was still pissed off by the meeting. His friend, dead and the only thing they can do is sit on their hands until they found the truth. His seat was open, as was the Jabbawocky before him. But that was a situation that happens on the job. Marcelis cared for the man as well, as he lost another family member, a friend. But as was taken from the recent meetings everyone handles that grief differently. With Abselom, he could only move on. He fixed himself now that he was just facing forward. He didn't want to deal with her now... Maybe with no one at the end of the night. His face had a sharp tone on it, with his eyes squinted and with his mouth and jaw looking rather tight shut. Would say that he seems deep in thought.
~mmhmm... What am I doing here? Right... what am I really doing here?~
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Post by AceTheKidd on Mar 6, 2015 17:45:49 GMT -5
Shiro would be feeling himself. Feeling like the man after his dance battle, lit like a lighthouse, and faded like a letter from 1800's he was cooling. As he approached the bar He saw Seven by two guys. One he had in Art class who had spit some slick stuff and another he had seen in school. None of that mattered to him. He was higher than a kite and felt like the ocean. He was just going.
Sliding in he would grab Seven's attention "Yooo whats up Seven how are we doing tonight?" As she turned he would give her a hug and turn to Marcelis "Whats up boy, having a fun time tonight?" He'd say with a grin as he downed some more liquor and popped another light green pill called gotham as he felt himself coming down. He wasn't looking for a confrontation but if it happened so be it. Shiro wasn't one for pettiness and hated wasting energy on unnecessary shit. But the way he was feeling he'd fight the hulk with no problem. His body was numb, He was hypervigilant, and he was ready for anything.
After he'd turn to the boy sitting next to him on his right side and say "Yo whats up man you know Sev? I know I've seen you at school but I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you I'm Shiro" He'd say. Then turning to the bar he would say "Hey put all their drinks on me they drink free tonight. He'd say handing the bartender a clear credit card. He'd then take a swig from his bottle of Grey Goose and wait for a response.
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