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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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Players Rock ( p || invite )
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"What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets. Fuck outta' here."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Mar 25, 2015 1:39:11 GMT -5
▶ YOU KNOW HOW PLAYERS ROCK -- 
Funky smoke whiffed from the backside of the marijuana cigarette. "You hittin' up Players Rock, homie?" A locally known drug dealer asked another, passing the tainted cigarette like an Olympic baton. "You already know, my dude." A psychedelic drag from the cigarette ceased the words momentary. "Got the invention and everything, that dude Santana is the one who making this bold ass move." Honking taxi cabs and other vehicles zoomed down the hustle and bustle street of NYC. "It ain't everyday a Young Blood can just bring out the rock, yanno'? He probably looking for something." The other replied while the thick stench of marijuana swirled around them. "Regardless, we better watch Ps and Qs, one fuck up and any of us could end up dead. Santana mobs deep as shit for a Young Blood." They both nodded in agreement, "true. But if we play our cards right, we could be apart of the money empire." Again, they nodded in mutual agreement while taking turns taking lung full of drags. "Well shit, gotta get fresh for the party, ya' dig? I'll catch you at the rock, fam." As one departed, the other did the same in the opposite direction. Lady fate seemed to have blossomed a flower of opportunity upon these two wayward souls. But who else did she bestow kisses upon?
This is Players Rock.
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1) Anyone can join under two conditions.
- Criminal background or up and coming criminal looking to make life altering moves.
- Undercover law enforcement looking for information or leads to shut down powerful organizations.
NOTE: With that being said, I don't want to see any regular student from #552 in this thread because if they aren't a criminal or a cop, why should they be here, get it?
2) This thread is to establish connections, violence is frowned upon and will be handled accordingly. No one can kill you due to forum rules, but there are worse things than death.
3) If the thread gets attention (4 or more members), there will no longer be a post order if the characters are having a conversation or doing something else in another location of the thread.
4) Juelz Santana and Yannick Haas will more than likely have guards stationed all throughout the venue. Consider them the mediators if things get out of hand. But run their patience and nothing is guaranteed.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Mar 25, 2015 2:38:02 GMT -5
-- no pictures please !  surrounded by flexing criminals, pimps, firearm pushers, and drug dealers. The calculated teenager said absolutely nothing as the testosterone levels reached an all new high. The group of figures sat around a rather large round table with bodacious women serving them drink after drink. The current meeting took place on the second floor, in a room with soundproof instillation so the conversations could be heard loud and clear with no room for misinterpretation of any kind. Outside the door stood two figures in black and white suits; one male and female with formidable auras surrounding them. These two were Juelz' most trusted and well respected guards—bred and trained to fight for everything it was he stood for and believed. Any person approaching the room now would find themselves questioned if they didn't recognize the face. The two of them had specific orders to keep most away, but exceptions were made based off "occupation" and reputation. If turned away, said person would be asked to return to the lower levels and enjoy the festivities until the "meeting" was complete. "First, let me thank you all for coming and upholding the tradition of the Underworld when called upon." His words instantly ceased the mundane flexing of the small timers who really had no future within the business. "I have a question; answer truthful and you will find yourself swimming in gratitude. But lie to my face will result in an outcome none of you are prepared for, understand me?" His words sunk mild fear into the drugged out hearts of the figures around the table, but none of them gave an response in an folly to attempt to seem "tough". Before asking the aforementioned question, it seemed another newcomer would join in the meeting... ★---
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Post by AceTheKidd on Mar 25, 2015 2:51:52 GMT -5
Shiro would walk in establishment with a King finger blunt in his mouth. As the smoke filled his lungs he would feel the thc wash over his body and he was feeling good. Walking in he would seem to be one of the first to arrive aside from some other unfamiliar faces. He would walk in and see two figures at the top in a box. He would make note of this and walk to a corner of the room and post up against a pillar leading to the ceiling of the building. He would puff on his blunt a few more times and walk up the stairs
"This should be interesting"
He would say to himself as he approached the top of the stairs.
Shiro had just begin working for Yannick so he was looking forward to meet other players and find out who would be useful and who would be a threat. He would be met by two guards. A male and female. The female was good looking and the male well dressed but bloodlust seeped from them both.
"I'm here for the meeting." Shiro would say as he stood in front of them. He was ready to be checked for weapons so he pulled out his signature Silenced Remington 1911 by the nozzle and remove the clip and empty the chamber in front of them. He would catch the bullet as it ejected from the gun and simply wait to patted down or any other form of checking. He only had a ounce of weed on him and his gun.
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Post by Yannick Haas on Mar 27, 2015 3:53:36 GMT -5
Being one of the underground heavy hitters in NYC, Yannick Haas arrived on the scene. He was flanked by four men and two women, with three people on either side. He brought no weapons, and very little product, and he expected everyone on the security detail to know his face. When he arrived, he would waltz in, assuming uninhibited. For now, he would wait off to the side for Santana to do his business.
Taking a seat, Yannick's people would surround him, two sitting next to him, and the other four watching the room. All his attention was on the people here - how many, in this bustling mess, would actually come out on top of the game? Very few, and they all knew that.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 0:56:03 GMT -5
Walking into the club Devoc Sevren felt very nostalgic he was finally home with the other ne'er do wells and rif raf ,but once the smell of marijuana hit him he wrinkled his nose he realized why he hated his associates.He had a unexplained dislike about the drug, which wasn't rare considering he disliked all things really, including silly little meetings. He was attending the pow-wow in place of his father Nicholas F. Sevren who is gravely ill. He was dressed in his signature attire of black button up shirt tucked into his black dress pants accented by his suede purple blazer. Devoc was a cautious kid, but knew the rules of the underground very well. For "protection" he brought his elderly butler Tremblay who wore a black tuxedo with tails. The butler handed Devoc a handkerchief which he used to cover his nose as he walked to the second floor.The guards recognized him as after some initial questioning.
"My father sends his regard that he can't attend, I'm here on his behalf."
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