welcome
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.
vote  
credits
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
|
|
NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO. |
|
|
|
| | | | |
|
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!
|
|
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.
|
|
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.
|
|
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
“Even death has a heart.”
|
“
|
|
ferya
|
|
|
No Group
|
Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Apr 14, 2015 5:25:14 GMT -5
Normally, the rogue would have been immensely nervous over being ordered by her teacher to meet after school. But she hadn't thought about it too much, panicking the rest of the day about her supposed discovery, simultaneously raging and mourning over it all day. In fact, during lunch she was unable to eat, and Katsumi at one point had run out of a class and thrown up.
Numerous questions popped up and Katsumi didn't have any answers, turning just a few hours into what seemed liked lifetimes. Arriving early to the office as she often did out of habit, the disguised girl began to wonder if she could ask her teacher any of these things. Luka knew a great deal, after all; she had taught the Sex Ed class. But Hiroshi wouldn't need to know those things, right? He was a boy, and so her fretting only increased, to the point where she was hunched over in her seat in the hallway, nearly in tears, her anxiety and worries making her feel ill again.
The cross-dressing girl bit down on her lip, chewing at the flesh, and she furrowed her brows. Perhaps if she worded it differently, made it out to not be her but someone else... Maybe Kat could ask after all. Of course, after the teacher talked about whatever she had intended, which Katsumi was clueless about. Most teachers avoided her and didn't give a shit, letting her sit in the back. Surely they saw her records and didn't want to mess with a professional killer. Granted, Katsumi had snapped and made a commotion, which was unlike her, but it was relatively small compared to everyone else. So why did Luka only ask to see her?
Katsumi gulped, fingers gripping tightly at her loose slacks. Suddenly the girl had yet another thing to fret over...
[This post seriously sucks. I'm super tired. Sorry. x_x] |
|
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.
|
“
|
|
|
|
|
Teacher
|
Post by Luka Sazonov on Apr 19, 2015 2:37:26 GMT -5
Luka was sitting her office, staring up as she saw the shadow of the cross dressing girl pass her tinted office window. Well, at least he was punctual- actually, early in fact. That was good. Luka would stand and move to open the door. ”Saito, come in.” She spoke sternly as she turned to go back to her desk. The way she carried herself had yet to change. She still marched like she was in the military, and her voice was as steely as her gaze. ”Close the door behind you.” Everything she said was a command, not a question or suggestion.
She'd sit down, leaning back as she crossed her legs and her arms. ”Now, Saito, I'm going to cut straight to the point. Tell me, why you are a female dressing as a boy. Inform me if you truly believe yourself to be a boy or if there is a different reason for deceiving us all.”
"I only ask because you appeared to be rather troubled during class." |
|
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
“Even death has a heart.”
|
“
|
|
ferya
|
|
|
No Group
|
Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Apr 26, 2015 3:27:32 GMT -5
Katsumi straightened her posture when she heard the door open and she looked up at her teacher, gulping at the sight of her. So this was happening, and right now. Fuck.
The rogue nodded her head and quickly stood up, heading over to the room. She was used to stern demeanors and obeyed every order precisely, closing the door quietly and turning around. Assuming she was to take a seat, Kat would look at Luka for approval. If it was given, Katsumi would sit down and rubs her hands nervously down her legs, staring down at them with her dark eyes. She opened her mouth to apologize for causing a ruckus, but Luka began to speak, and so Katsumi closed her mouth, glancing up at the woman.
What Luka said was the last thing the rogue expected to hear, and something she greatly feared, and, flinching in shock, her heart stopped. Katsumi's blood ran cold and it felt as though she had been hit by a freight train. As such, she sat frigidly, unable to react, to shocked to do so. All of the worries from earlier, about being (supposedly) pregnant, disappeared, and a new horror replaced them.
Katsumi's throat clenched, and she felt a sudden onslaught of illness, eyes slowly growing wider and her expressionless features changing, the terror becoming more and more apparent. Her heart leaped and Katsumi's hands moved to the arms of the hair, nails digging into the wood. It was one thing for someone to make the mistake (to which Kat could quickly 'correct' them), but something else entirely for them to know she was disguising herself. That she was a girl pretending to be a boy.
Swallowing roughly, the rogue slowly jerked her head from side-to-side, and muttered, body starting to tremble, "I... I'm not..." |
|
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.
|
“
|
|
|
|
|
Teacher
|
Post by Luka Sazonov on Apr 26, 2015 20:26:23 GMT -5
Luka's eyes narrowed as she looked at the girl. Crossing her arms, the woman's gaze turned sharper and colder than before. ”I asked you a question.” As she began, her voice was as sharp as a finely tuned knife. ”Give me a proper answer,” she growled. ”Do not mutter... and if you lie to me, what I did to those students in the class will be the least of what I do to you.” |
|
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
“Even death has a heart.”
|
“
|
|
ferya
|
|
|
No Group
|
Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Apr 26, 2015 21:02:18 GMT -5
The fear only grew and Katsumi broke out into a sweat. Her heart began to race and the disguised girl found it difficult to breathe. It felt as though her world collapsed, this person, this stranger, this teacher, this authority figure knowing her secret. It was different than Sebastian and Vivi knowing; they were her trusted friends and she had told them (and Sebastian, well... he had definite proof...) And Katsumi had been so careful, making sure to pin up her hair or wear wigs, and to dress as a boy at all times when outside of her apartment. Even inside, she was always adorned in men's clothing.
Licking her lips, Katsumi opened her mouth and managed to struggle out a question of her own, albeit rather weakly, "How do... How do you... k-know...?"
Paranoia gripped her. Was this woman alone? Did only she know? Or was she apart of a group? Did they know, too? Did... Was it out? How many people were aware of her gender? How many people really knew who she was? All of the questions brought on another wave of nausea and a hand clasped to her lips, her body lurching.
Katsumi looked up at the teacher, brows furrowed deeply, and she dropped her hand weakly, speaking once more, "Who... W-Who the h-hell are you? Are... Are you apart of some... of some damn group? How many p-people know?"
Her gaze dropped to her lap and tears of a mixture of despair and fury swam within her eyes. Katsumi tightly gripped at her pants and admitted, "No one... N-No one is supposed to know. The last person who... who k-knew is... is... and he's... he's... dea-..."
Katsumi snapped her mouth shut before she finished, body freezing up. She had never uttered the words, never spoken of his death. Even the investigators were uncertain as to what had happened, the assassin admitting nothing. Yet there she was, the word nearly rolling off her tongue. Katsumi hunched over and gripped at her arms.
She glanced up at Luka, narrowing her fear-filled eyes, and she went on, the words struggled as she was on the verge of a panic-attack, "So... how? How can you p-possibly know? My records... everything... everything indicates that I'm a b-boy. I... I made sure of it." |
|
|
