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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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Rhythms in Combat [Aaron / Open]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2015 20:05:27 GMT -5
The final bell had rang about half an hour ago.
Kyrie stretched, tucking her bag closed. She was wearing warm clothes, and busily tied her hair into a high pony tail before threading her fingers through the curls that spilled down her back. She cleared her throat, taking a knee to tie her runners on.
She was getting ready to run back to her place. She'd ran to the school this morning, just to change her routine. Driving a car through traffic could be incredibly tedious when she could run and scale buildings, fences, and pass over obstacles with ease.
It was a terrible thing, sometimes, driving.
She enjoyed moving under the power of her own body, enjoyed the contraction and extension of muscles and limbs.
The wind through her hair was always a bonus.
The blonde took an easy breath, swapping feet to tighten the laces of the other. That done, she stood, tapping her feet against the gym floor with a few small, simple stretches. Her heart rate had already quickened in anticipation of the run, and of her quiet night at home. Slinging her bag on her back, she strode down the side of the gym, the auditorium already locked with the keys safely tucked away.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Feb 21, 2015 16:55:04 GMT -5
As Kiyr took off, she would round the corner to walk along the building but would be caught by the site of twenty or so students, from one of the larger school gangs. They were all on the ground, some groaning, some sleeping. All beaten to shit. In the center, Aaron stood. He was bleeding from the right corner of his bottom lip. He would turn to look at Kiyr.
He hadn't seen her before but....this wasn't the first one who had approached when the fight was almost completed. He would start walking toward her, hands in his pockets. He'd speak gently.
"You are going to give up now, or join your friends."
This was not the first time he had said that in the last hour. Nor was it the second. Or the third. And he assumed it wouldn't be the last.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 17:06:08 GMT -5
She took the corner at a jog, intending to warm her muscles...and the blonde came to a quick slow-to-a-walk and a slow-to-a-stop. Well...
"...looks like Arianna is going to be busy. I guess...I should start moving these lugs..."
Her tone was low, probably low enough that he hadn't heard. As it was she was musing to herself, inspecting the teens flat-out before her gaze was drawn to the one still standing. Just in time to be addressed, it seemed. Kyrie's eyebrows shot up and she blinked a few times. Well. This was awkward!
"I find it hard to be friends with students I have never met. What is your purpose here on school grounds?"
She was asking with authority, despite her current style of dress lending little support to show she worked here. If he was here attacking the students..? She shifted her shoulders, pulling them back a little before relaxing. Watching him advance.
It seemed like he was here for trouble.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Feb 21, 2015 17:14:29 GMT -5
He cocked an eyebrow. Was she intending to play like she was a teacher? She was like five foot tall and looked like a student. And she was dressed like...well, needless to say, he didn't believe it. He would shake his head.
"I don't owe troublemaking students explainations."
He would walk forward and simply attempt to grab her shoulder, intent to use the grip on the cloth there to hurl her bodily into the wall.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 17:32:12 GMT -5
His words surprised her. Blue eyes darted to the hand gripping the material of her sweater overtop her shirt. An eyebrow arched and her eyes darted back at the same time as her hand came up, slamming the heel of her palm against his jaw--or attempting to, at least, as he picked her up with ease and threw her like a ragdoll.
Not that she was heavy, but Kyrie certainly wasn't used to someone so strong. He picked her up with ease, not even a sound of exertion, and threw her like she weighed nothing.
The blonde arched her back and tucked her legs, twisting her body to land with her feet pressed against the wall, like a cat. Her brow furrowed slightly as she pushed off and into a roll, away from him at an angle. She rolled over her shoulder and sprang up to her feet, one hand pressing against the ground to give a bit of a boost to do so.
The wall was indented from where she landed, cracks spreading out a little, with some mild flakes of dust descending. Though she made no move to brush herself off, her quiet composure and at-ease stance bespoke of someone who wasn't rattled.
"I have not been a student for a few years, now. You are not a student, nor are you dressed as faculty any more than I am, and you are wreaking havoc on the students. So I ask again: what is your purpose, here?"
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Feb 21, 2015 17:39:35 GMT -5
Aaron would frown. Little girl was mobile, and she moved far quicker than he expected of any student- he could tell that too, by looking down at the spot on his chest where her strike ended up landing with the throw. He hadn't even really seen it. Thing was just....a blur. He stared at her, looking over her small form. He was tempted to believe her, now. Her composure told him everything he needed to know. That she felt in control. He would open his mouth to give out the truth, but pause, letting it slide into a little smirk.
"Tell you what. Since it's apparent neither one of us is a student, how about you come over here and try to make me tell you my purpose. Or perhaps I should put a few more students down to get my point across?"
He wouldn't do that anyway, he just wanted to goad the girl into a fight.
Because now.....now he was too curious to let it go.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 18:31:36 GMT -5
Kyrie let out a breath. Just a sigh, nothing more, nothing less.
'...troublesome riff-raff, apparently, or at the very least, enjoying this little joke of his.'
There was always the option they were both faculty.
She quirked a brow higher still, it disappearing beneath the overhang of her bangs.
"It seems you have ran out of students." Her head quirked the other way, the gesture almost hawkish, or owlish at the very least. Still, she shrugged the straps of her bag from her shoulders and rolled them slightly. Then, despite disliking the cold, she slowly lifted the hem of her sweater over her head, arms crossing to make the motion fluid. The baggy sweater would only get in the way and make a lovely hold for this man to cling to as he previously demonstrated.
The two gestures were enough to show she would follow through with his demands.
Though she said nothing, not even so much as to express she was likely faster than him...she was rather curious, herself.
Kyrie folded the sweater, stuffed it into the bag, and tossed the lot to rest against the wall before facing him, squaring off.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Feb 21, 2015 18:36:06 GMT -5
He grinned broadly, sticking his left leg forward and crouching low, bringing his hands up in an arm guard stance. He would make it obvious what he was about, waiting for her to attack this time. He knew she was quick so he would have to utilize senses other than just his eyes to make mince meat of the girl. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 18:55:35 GMT -5
The grin caused her own lips to move in an echo of the gesture, not yet showing her pearly whites. She appreciated his smile. Liked it, even, but realized it was more about the potential for combat than any appreciation for herself. Aside from, perhaps, her willingness to throw down with him.
Her eyes swept over his stance, seeking and analyzing...
It was fairly solid, she figured. His knees would be a decent spot to attack, but his reach... He'd shown considerable strength, so, she didn't want him taking hold of her. And though she hadn't been able to hit him hard before he threw her, he wasn't affected too much by it.
She really wanted to get behind him, but the wall was twenty feet or so away; she would simply have to guide them closer and closer as they progressed, so she could use it to her advantage while being mindful of the flaws therein. But how to control the fight to get them to reposition..?
The blonde rolled her shoulders and stepped forward before pushing off that leg with a quick burst of speed and would lightly spring up, her left foot landing on his extended left knee in what would be a precision-landing. Her knee bent, her body twisted in a pivot on that foot, and her free right foot would move upwards from slightly to the outside, aiming to strike his face before she pushed off against his knee.
She didn't go for flashy in that sense; she pushed herself straight back, over her shoulder, her hands briefly touching against cold ground and some snow to twist and spring back up to her feet if she was able to manage as she planned. Her eyes glinted, beckoning. Testing.
Egging him on to follow her.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Feb 21, 2015 19:01:22 GMT -5
Aaron counted in his head as she vanished. She was about twenty three feet out.
'One. Two. Three-'
And her knee planted. He sorted the time in his head, factoring distance into her velocity. He calculated the required movement speed and his own reaction time capabilities....and would get an average for the time it would take her to reach him at any certain distance. Of course, sometimes he would be off, but...it would give him a fighting chance.
Now, onto what she did.
As her foot touched his leg he responded simply. Being that his left arm was bent as it was, he would simply whip it backward, extending the arm as he did so, aiming to hit her right at the lower portion of the calf. Not quite on the ankle- he didn't want to break it. And not up so high it would damage her knee. Just high enough to hurt, but more-so at a position to blast the leg that carried her lowered weight off him. Hopefully, this would force her to land into the ground harshly.
Of course, it wouldn't stop her kick from snapping into his cheek, which would lightly jerk his head to the side but, overall, was easily shrugged off. He chuckled.
"No doubt about it, you aren't with these scrubs. None of them came near your strength."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 19:21:19 GMT -5
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Surprised, the blonde's eyes widened as her planted leg was swept out. She still connected, so that was something. The blonde sucked in a quick breath and twisted her body, like a cat, bringing her legs together so she landed on the ground, arms bending.
It was something of a push-up position, and she immediately pushed herself away from him in a roll with a sharp exhale.
She moved the motion to a crouch and eyed him. He was either as fast as her, or...the man had a good sense of rhythm. Her chin lifted in respect, eyes studying. Appreciative.
"And you are a man who knows his way around combat. Not many could do what you just did."
She shifted her hips, her weight, and slowly rose. No, not many could. Not against her speed. He knew what he was doing, and that put some hefty experience along with years under his belt.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Feb 21, 2015 19:55:27 GMT -5
He connected!
He didn't bother taking a moment to be proud. He had to follow up. After his head jerked to the side he whipped it back, stepping back and swinging his right arm down in a hammer-fist. She move, however, her deftness and speed making him look slow. His fist would hit the ground, cracks erupting around his fist and scattering outward about three feet.
He looked up at her, eyes targeting her and promptly calculating her distance and speed to his position. He had a good idea how long it would take her to get to him. Maybe. She spoke, and he let his form relax- or so it would appear.
"I have worked hard to get here. You are....quite fast. I admit, I can't keep up with you."
He grinned. Admitting it did nothing for her- it was obvious. Still, he liked the challenge. He would lazily wave her forward, waiting for her to strike once more.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 20:57:18 GMT -5
Kyrie inclined her head a little, taking the compliment with quiet grace. His beckoning, however, made her quirk a slight smile.
"You initiate next."
She spared no time for a reply, or time to process, and darted forwards - head on this time - using her body weight in a leap to land her shins against his shoulders and throw her weight forward, her upper body curling inwards. His lower center of gravity combatted by her weight plus momentum, hopefully enabled the move despite the difficulty it presented.
She would throw him, after, if she managed, releasing the grip with her legs and allowing herself to tumble and regain her feet and immediately follow up with a leap to land on him with both feet—though she wasn't looking for an impact injury, and thus would bend her knees to roll off, if all went to plan.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Feb 22, 2015 0:37:04 GMT -5
Aaron brought one hand up to his chin, and counted as she darted off. ' One. Two-' She wasn't as far away so he punched earlier, aiming for where he assumed her head would be. Unfortunately, that meant he punched downward, his arm crossing his chest and missing her completely, since she was kicking. Her legs would slam into his bicep which was right in her path, and while his legs would backpedal, he wouldn't be stumbling. His experience in combat made sure he was stable. The arm she hit would promptly snatch out as she connected, attempting to grab her ankle. Then...he'd proceed to hurt her. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2015 13:15:19 GMT -5
Her legs hit, and the blonde was already tucking her upper body, knees clenching together—and she felt him grab hold. He'd managed to get a grip on her in that moment. She had no time to be impressed because she had bells of alarm going off in her head, and a feeling of some dread - as if she had been in this situation before and what was coming was horribly painful despite never having been in this position before - and her hands shot down, grasping fistfuls of his shirt. Hair if she could manage, but definitely his shirt.
So that when he attempted to use her as a flail, the material came up, over his head, and around his arms, where the curled-up woman bound and pulled the material tight.
And, upon that happening, would twist and 'throw' her body, aiming to flip him over herself with the sudden change in weight. Her feet would be pressed in against his body, giving the quick and almost violent motion some power, keeping her body tucked back in.
She'd feel that, tomorrow.
But better than being a human flail.
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