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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.
Full Story Here.
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Momma was a Rolling Stone [Open]
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on Apr 4, 2015 19:11:57 GMT -5
It was a lot easier in Ft. Campbell finding her mother, she knew her habits and which bars she liked to attend. Now, however, she had to find which bars and clubs her mom would be into. It had been quite a bit of time and normally she wouldn't go looking for her but there was nothing in the fridge and the pizza they had from moving in had gone bad. She could have managed to make something but all their can openers and stuff were missing from the move. Honestly she just wished her mom would give her bank cards for keeps and actually trust her.
The one thing that she did have was a fake ID, one her mom got for her for this very reason. She knew that in case of emergencies the 'my mom is drunk and I can't find her' thing might alert some actually responsible adults and decided to fund her daughters ability to come find her on her own terms without alerting anyone. The thing was a joke, but most of the time her height got her some belief, most people would just give her one look and say 'yep you belong here'.
"Hey, excuse me," She said after making her way into a particularly loud club. It took some shouting on her part to get her voice to carry but she pulled out her phone that was pulled up to a picture of her and her mother. "Have you seen my friend? I'm her DD tonight but she's gone missing and I'm concerned..." The bartender shook her head and yelled back 'sorry' before offering her a 7-up. She turned it down at first but the bartender expressed that it was free soda for designated drivers, and Sarah quickly took it. "If you see her, tell her Louie is looking for her. She probably can't hear her text alerts." The bartender gave another nod as she sent yet another text.
Where are you? I'm hungry...
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I'm a killer, like Rambo.
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Post by Lexington on Apr 5, 2015 15:29:02 GMT -5
Past the doors of the men's restroom there was some crazy business brewing. There were two men in front of a sink. A tall, dark, handsome, charismatic, funny and overall spectacular athlete, this guy's name was Darelle. Next to Darelle was another tall, dark, handsome, charismatic, funny and overall spectacular athlete, his name was Lexington. "Aight bro, lemme get it" Darelle had four shamrocks in his hand, he passed Lexington two small shamrocks. At the same time they both swallowed the shamrocks.
On the other side of the wall there was the intensity of the club going on. Every time the bass hit, the bathroom shook just a little. "I think my spidey senses are tingling bro..." Warmth flush throughout his whole body, a tingle straight from his toes to his fingertips. Then it kicked in, colors got brighter, the air got warmer and Lex got happier. "I'll see you in 30 brah" Lexington walked out of the bathroom with a large smile on his face. "I'm not crisp right now, but I can function. Let's see whats goin onnn" Lexington said to himself as he straightened out his black T-shirt and pulled up his khaki jeans. He looked around to find somewhere to make a strong start.
Lexington's first steps in his adventure brought him over to the bar. Lex leaned on the counter and looked around, but didn't order a drink yet only because he wanted to enjoy his 'senses'. Scoping out every person, Lex's eyes fell upon a red head with a soda. "Red hair, green eyes and she's tall. Hellooo poison ivy". The tall man smoothly made his way over to the female and when I say smooth I mean smoother than Michael Jackson in a Smooth criminal video. "Excuse me ma'am, but I don't think you're allowed to smoke in here.." Lexington shot her a smile.
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on Apr 5, 2015 22:13:56 GMT -5
Someone seemed to be making their way over to her. Of course, she didn't notice until he had already began speaking. She nearly jumped from it, thinking that someone had caught on to her fake ID, but the person speaking to her said something about not being able to smoke. She placed her phone in her conveniently placed phone carrier, that is to say in her shirt, and give the guy sort of a once over. Maybe he was drunk? Maybe he was seeing things? In either case she showed her palms and wiggled her fingers.
"Sorry I think you've made a mistake," She said as she gave an apologetic smile, "I'm not smoking."
It wasn't that she didn't smoke so much as she only smoked around friends who did. She didn't even carry a lighter on her except for when her friends left them around at her old place. Now the only lighter she had was in her room for incense, and even that one had her mom suspicious that she was smoking. Funny, for an alcoholic, she sure was ready to punish her daughter over smoking a few cigarettes.
Still, the guy seemed kind of nice, though really tall. She hoped that she wasn't coming off as rude with the finger waving and got almost immediately self conscious, looking down toward her knees and gently rubbing her 7-up with her thumb.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 16:15:19 GMT -5
Being out, all alone, it was nice for Carissa who'd been flooded with work all week. Complaints here, secrets to keep, enemies there, it was almost too much for the teen. Almost. She finally had a day to relax and take a break from it all. Even if there was nobody to celebrate with... which Carissa honestly didn't mind. In fact she was glad for the lack of new buddies at PHS #552 and stress-free relationships. Everyone and everything was a liability, and would be, for the time being.
The photographer had heard a female with red hair, very unlike her own, speak about missing a person. Carissa took a sneak peek at the photo the stranger had shown the bartender. Of course the bartender wouldn't know.There's too many people in here to remember one female. For someone that isn't paying attention, that is... Carissa parted her lips from the straw in the Tequila Fizz drink she'd ordered, and picked the camera up connected to the strap around her neck. She searched through the pictures, slowly inspecting the photos one by one, until she found the female the stranger had asked for.
Carissa stood from her seat, leaving money at the spot on the counter where she'd been sitting, and searched the room for the young redhead. "Ahh.. Found ya mate." She muttered under her breath, casually making her way over to the redhead, that now had a tall companion next to her. Out of all of them Carissa was the shortest, but still a tall girl.
"This." One word was all she had to say, before lifting her camera to show the redhead a picture she'd taken. "Weren't you looking for this lady? Well it looks like she left..."
The picture showed an older woman near the entrance of the bar. It was obvious Carissa had zoomed in. "I took that half an hour ago. She's the only person in the bar that looks like the picture that's on your phone... and the only person I remember looking like that." Carissa spoke like a male, to match her male appearance with a vest and pinned up hair that made it appear short. It was almost like second nature, or maybe even first, to Carissa who cross-dressed almost every day, for many years.
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Post by Lexington on Apr 6, 2015 17:59:16 GMT -5
Lexington continued to smile as she waved her fingers and explained how she wasn't smoking "I was alluding to the fact that you're attractive ahaha" Lexington let out a little laugh, then proceeded to wipe the sweat that was accumulating on his forehead. "Tch, what am I saying!? I forgot my manners, names Lexington, but you can call me Lex. How about you?" Lexington took a seat next to her and stared into her eyes, it was as if he were trying to hypnotize her.
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on Apr 6, 2015 20:27:07 GMT -5
"Oh, uhh, yeah. I guess that makes sense," She replied to the guy who had been hitting on her. She had been rather put off by being hit on, after all she was in a bar and as far as she knew everyone here was over 21. It wouldn't be right for her to flirt back and right now she really really wasn't thinking about flirting, she was more focused on the prospect of food and that meant finding her mom. The guy seemed to be kind of sweaty, was that normal? Should she be worried? Was this place just really warm?
"This" Someone caught her attention and showed her a camera. Jamie let out a sharp squeel and nearly yelled the word mom but long before any semblance of a syllable came out she managed to cover her mouth. "I took that half an hour ago. She's the only person in the bar that looks like the picture that's on your phone... and the only person I remember looking like that."
"Oh my god, this is super helpful... except oh shit it isn't. She's gone. Half an hour and she's probably already spent most of the money anyway. That asshole..." She went from excitement to disappointment pretty quick. Maybe some part of her didn't want to find her mom, maybe some part of her wanted her mom to secretly be off being responsible somewhere but lo and behold she was right, so right in fact she was able to find the place her mom went.
Lex still seemed to be talking to her, "Sorry, I'm not trying to be rude it's just that I'm not exactly here for this kind of thing Lex. I'm here to find my friend my... okay fuck it that's my mom and I'm fucking hungry okay? I'm trying to find her so I can get something to eat."
She turned back to the guy who had shown her his camera. "Hey, I'm Sarah, thank you so much for showing me that. I don't know if I am going to be able to find her though. Can I... Can I borrow that though?" She had an idea.
Maybe her mom had opened up a tab.
If she had, she knew the card number and her moms name.
"I'll buy you a drink if it works out. Does this place have bar food or anything?" She turned towards Lex, "You hungry too, Lex?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 18:51:26 GMT -5
Carissa was about to turn and leave, but heard the red-head ask to borrow the camera. "B-Borrow it?" Carissa asked worriedly, chewing her lip, before letting out a loud sigh. Bloody hell. She better not break it. Putting on a fake smile she would answer through gritted teeth, "Of course."
The photographer would shake her head. "No, no, no more drinks for me. But I'm going to follow you around. That camera is mine after all." Carissa stared at the object she held out for Sarah to take as if it were a precious baby. "
No food either. Name's Benjamin by the way. How about you? And if you don't mind me asking, why can't you just eat food from home? " Carissa wondered aloud, and didn't wait for permission to ask, already shooting out the question for Sarah to answer.
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