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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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From the Ashes of the Phoenix [Shugo/Open]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2014 18:27:02 GMT -5
There was a bizarre feeling that roiled the depths of Narin's mind whenever he entered the hallways of 552, like a beckoning from a bygone age called out to him; as if telling him to wake from this nightmare that he found himself in. It was almost as though he were in some sort of parallel universe, as though he was not himself, that the person that he really was would not allow for the monstrosity that he was to walk the halls, ignorant and uncaring of the injustices that went on around him. The only problem was that, this was reality. There was no waking from such a nightmare. He was who he was, and as he walked the hallways of this destroyed school, he witnessed the darkness seeping into all corners of the construct that for so many reasons, should have inspired hope and light. It of course, did not, and like so many others, he could not deny the fact that he had become immune to the atrocities that went on all around him, he did not care for the students who found themselves bloodied to a pulp on the hallway floors. He did not care to help the weak. No, he merely wandered on, past the bloodshed and the violence, uncaring of it all. He could wander these halls untouched, like a ghost stuck between one dimension and another. It only took one glance at him to know that he was not a person to be messed with. He had that look about him, beyond the suit and blue shirt, beyond the manner in which he walked upright and with the confidence of a ten thousand strong army. There was a look within his eyes, upon his expression that presented the fact that he had seen his fair share of pain and agony in the world, that he was a man devoid of things to lose; that he had no tangible boundary in which weaker men would fold. He carried that air of danger about him, and one look into his eyes showed the burning rage that he carried within him. As he carried himself along the corridor, he found a hand against his ankle, weak, almost lifeless. He stopped in his tracks, bringing his gaze down to the floor, whereby he witnessed the sight of a student, bloodied to a pulp on the ground, grasping his leg in desperation. "H-help..me," the student said. Narin merely scoffed in response, kicking his leg free of the boys grasp. "If you care that much about continuing your life, find the strength to help yourself rather than relying on others," he said to the boy, his expression stoic, cold and uncaring of the boys predicament. Yet he remained in place none the less, almost intrigued by what the boy might say, or what his answer might be. ▲ --- ● NOTES
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on Dec 16, 2014 19:43:39 GMT -5
“I see you’ve got your head on right.”I smiled a bit as I heard my friend greet me. Even though he faced the courtyard, Narin knew my clunky steps. I stepped onto the rooftop through the doorway. A cool, gentle breeze blew my hair out of my eyes. I joined him by the railing and the two of us gazed down at the school grounds.“Yeah. Sorry if I worried you.”“I was just worried we’d have to find a new School Captain and 2 Pillars.”I looked away slightly thinking back to the battle I had with Constantine. It ended with him and Xaier leaving the Pillars. I blamed him for what had happened with the Facility, Jester, and Jacket… In the end, it was my own fault for not being able to protect her when the Enforcers came. I heard a sigh, before I felt a slight push against my shoulder.“Lose the long face. Our School Captain can’t be moping around when we still need to find 2 Pillars.”Wait… what? Narin reached into his backpack and pulled out a package wrapped in cloth. He slowly undid each corner, to reveal the School Captain’s Gauntlets. He held them out to me. The last time I saw them, Constantine had reopened the stab wound in my stomach, and I was bleeding out face down in the dirt. He threw the gauntlets at me and said he had bigger plans that just being the Captain.“Wait… you want me to be School Captain?”“Come on. I knew you were slow, but I didn’t know you were this bad. Shugo, you’re the right man for the job. You love this school and the people in it. After going through what you just did, you’ve come out stronger. You’ve got a new aura about you. There is no doubt in my mind that you’ll be a good School Captain, and together, we’ll put an end to this Pillar System.”Hearing the words of encouragement, I felt a little choked up. I stepped forward and picked up the gauntlets. Before even putting them on, I pulled Narin into a hug. I know, not the most masculine thing, but we were alone on the rooftop. I hoped. I heard him laugh and hug me back. I smiled a bit more as we stepped apart.“Words can’t express how glad I am to have you as my friend Narin.”------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rinnggggggggggg!!!!!Our blue haired hero rose his head up from his desk as the bell rang. He yawned and stretched his arms out a bit as he woke up and scratched the back of his head. Shugo sat still for a second, reflecting on the dream that he just had. “…Ha. Gayyyyyy…” The boy laughed to himself as he yawned again. Scooping up his backpack, Shugo slung it over his shoulders as he hopped over a desk to get to the doorway of the classroom. He sleepily continued down the hallways, ignoring the fighting. Sticking his hand up, he high fived two people fighting sleepily. After high-fiving Shugo, the other boys went back to their little hall way brawl. It wasn’t until he saw someone on the ground in a bloody mess that he stopped. The boy could feel his blood boil. Who would take a fight that far? And that asshole of a guy refusing to help the boy who was on the ground. Shugo felt even more enraged. He started walking towards the two boys. “Hey dick weed. The guy’s just looking for some help. How about you act like an ass after we get him to the nurse’s office.” Shugo knelt down beside the beaten boy. Wrapping an arm behind the boy’s back, Shugo would pull the boy’s arm to wrap around his own shoulder to give him support. Pushing back up to his feet, Shugo would look back over to the other boy. “Not too late to help him still.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2014 19:23:21 GMT -5
From the edge of his peripheral, Narin noticed a person appear and a comment was made that he assumed was an insult, or perhaps it was just a criticism of his lack of action. Narin smirked a smug grin, scoffing at the comment. He shook his head, chuckling to himself in amusement. It was like clockwork, that the good samaritan's appeared on sight, like pestering house flies. Narin raised his head, moving his uncaring gaze from the bloodied body up to the Defender of the people to his side, glancing the boy over. "My lack of action is helping in more ways than you'll ever know," he retorted, sliding his hands into his suit trousers. He glanced to the bloodied boy once again. He was like a stray cat, prowling the streets outside a restaurant for scraps of food, only to be fed by the charitable owner every day. In doing so, the stray's strength would increase, and it would go off to find other strays, mate, then create more of its kind. It was not a solution to the problem at hand, only causation of greater damage. He sighed to himself and shrugged. "If you're so inclined in helping the boy then carry him yourself. I'll walk with you to the nurses office but don't expect any more than that," he offered, trailing behind the pair slightly, in nonchalant manner. Maybe he'd act to protect the pair from anyone who thought to interfere, but beyond that, he was following along to cure his boredom really. ▲ --- ● NOTES
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on Dec 17, 2014 20:50:12 GMT -5
“Ughh… The only thing you’re accomplishing by not helping, is proving the stereotype that British people are assholes.”
Shugo spoke in an irritated tone. The young blue haired boy was probably a bit too nosy for his own good. He always butted his head into other people’s issues, especially if he saw someone in need. The stereotypical good guy right? Well Shugo didn’t think of himself as that. He knew he wasn’t one of the good guys despite being good, that wasn’t the type of man he was. But what if things had happened a little bit differently? Could he even potentially be a hero?
“Gee. Thanks for the escort.”
Shugo shook his head slightly. He felt a bit more pull from the kid he was helping. It seemed that the kid had fallen unconscious. Shugo sighed a bit. Sliding his hand other the boy’s knees, Shugo would pull him into his arms. What else could go wrong?
“Hey hey hey. Don’t you guys know this is Cobra Venom territory? You gotta pay up if you wanna cross through this hallway!”
Shugo stopped dead in his tracks. He was dumbfounded. Cobra Venom? The gang? The boy felt his body shake slightly. The six gang members would grin seeing the blue haired boy’s reaction. The cracked their knuckles, flexed their muscles. Showing off stereotypical bad guy type. That was until Shugo started laughing.
“HAHAHA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! COBRA VENOM?! HAHA! THAT NAME SOUNDS STUPID AS FUCK! HAHAHA! Oh god… now move out of the way. This kid’s hurt.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2014 15:00:26 GMT -5
So apparently, he was proving that British people were assholes. Was that it? He honestly didn't even really know. He hadn't been around anyone from his home country for a long time now. The last British people he had conversed with were his parents, and of course, they were now dead and as for British culture, he really didn't recall much of it. He was of course thankful that his accent had remained in the years that followed his arrival in America, but it mattered little either way. "The weak need to be shown strength, otherwise they will remain weak. It's that simple," he responded, in monotone fashion, sounding bored almost, like he had, had the same conversation a thousand times before hand, or at the very least had the same thought process that many times. He ignored the blue haired boys remark about the escort, sighing to himself. "Did you expect me to roll out a stretcher for him?" Narin asked, sarcastically. His act of escorting the pair was more than going out of his way for two people that in no way affected his life. The pair could have been run down by a bus before his very eyes and he wouldn't have felt even the slightest ounce of remorse or guilt. They were strangers, and their deaths meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. They were just another casualty of fates hand. He continued to trail the pair, keeping his distance a few paces behind the two as they progressed down the corridor. His eyes remained fixed ahead. He noted the oncoming threat well before it even thwarted their progress, if it could have been called that. He rolled his eyes as the group of thugs introduced themselves, then allowed the blue haired boy his energetic remarks before stepping forward into the fold. "Christ..." he said with obviously aggravated tone. His eyes remained lifeless and dull, and he cocked his head sideways somewhat, as if measuring the group up. "Whats this, you deaf buddy?!" the leader of the group asked, only he wouldn't even be able to finish his sentence before Narin's fist slammed forcefully into the boys throat, almost crushing his windpipe. The goon fell to his knee's, clutching his throat, gargling sickeningly and gasping in desperation for air. At that moment, another stepped forward, as though ready to attack but not entirely sure of himself, and before he could come to a concrete decision, Narin grabbed the back of his head and shoved it into the wall beside them at full force, a loud crack sounding out as his blood smeared against the whitewash wall and his body fell to the ground, limply. Narin looked up to the remaining few at that point, his hands returning to his pockets. Fast and fatal, that was Narin's game. It meant dealing with even strong opponents with little difficulty, especially ones who didn't see the threat coming. The two near fatal blows to the gang members were enough to put the remaining 4 off any idea of attacking. He slipped a hand into his pocket, whilst bringing his other up before him to inspect the blood that hand landed upon his knuckles, and he observed it as though it were a delicate artefact. "Pick your maggots up and get out of my sight. Crawl your way back to whatever pathetic hole you call a base is and tell them that this hallway belongs to Narin Carter now," he threatened, his face an angered expression. The remaining few quickly scurried into action, picking up their former comrades and fleeing out of sight. No doubt, the mere mention of his name would be enough to invoke fear. He had been in the gang circle for a long time now, and he belonged to one of the most feared in all of New York, well beyond the walls of the school. He turned to the haired samaritan, ushering him to continue on with a show of his hand. "Lets not make this last all day, yeah?" he asked, continuing to walk on, with or without the pair. ▲ --- ● NOTES
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