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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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Another New Chapter [Zoe]
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Apr 30, 2015 20:01:55 GMT -5
Hitting The Books April 30, 2015. Three days later. The boy had been getting restless, without any real means to expend his energy. In the mornings he had his workout routine, in the late afternoons his assigned gardening, but it was never enough. His body was quickly healing, regaining his strength and recovering his old speed, but it didn't stop there. The boy was getting stronger and faster---the benefits of being naturally durable, perhaps. It also meant that the boy was getting more and more twitchy without enough of an outlet to expend his excess, built-up energy. So slowly, but surely, the boy began appearing at more and more fights at Public High School #552. It was the start of lunchtime on another hot, muggy day and a fair amount of the students were "dying" outside, vying and competing for shade. The boy himself was jealous: sequestered off in the library---not for the intent of taking advantage of the air conditioning---with the express interest of his Aide in catching up and tutoring on his homework. The free public tutor was late, though, and the boy was left sitting with all of his textbooks and papers laid out in front of him---the equivalent of the start of some archaic summoning ritual, for all the scrawlings his own chicken scratch meant to him. He was already bored and rapidly losing focus. Outside the library, hanging around its closed doors since it was filled to capacity, some Freshmen were gathering... "Heyo, man, give me a sip," a sweating, spiky-haired kid said, pointing at a nearby kid's Coke. The can glistened with precipitating water in the muggy heat. The one holding the can, a lanky glasses wearing kid in a tank top wearing flannel nodded empathetically, offering the can. Greedily, the spiky-haired kid snapped up the can and began chugging it. "HEY, THE FUCK," the glasses kid shot up, trying to grab the can out of spiky-haired kid's hands. But his coordination was poor, and his hand ended up making a fist, which punched the can out of the spiky-haired kid's hands and into the air. The fist itself connected with the spiky-haired kid's face, who violently shoved the kid back, arching up his shoulders. It looked like a fight was brewing... But where had the can landed? ...Meanwhile, the boy stared with distressing boredom at the silence of the library... when he heard the beginning din of something awfully familiar. The boy grinned, standing up... "=D!?" |
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The fading of the mind comes
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Post by Zoe on May 1, 2015 16:30:07 GMT -5
The library had been quiet all morning. That is, had. Past tense. The girl who had been there to escape from the idiocy of her classes found herself suddenly surrounded by loud and rather sweaty annoying peers from the very classes she had done her best to avoid. Sighing, she'd slide the research that had been piled up around her into the center of her desk.
Whenever these blockheads showed up, fights happened. Zoe didn't want to risk having her organized papers scattered about by the petty squandering of her classmates. So, she began to put all the papers away. It didn't take too long. However, before she could pick up her last journal, a can of coke would suddenly crash into the table,- splattering it's sugary content all over the journal.
The blond girl's face grew red as she stared at her now ruined journal. Zoe would reach out to pick up, her hands trembling with annoyance and anger. However, she'd do her best to take in a deep breath and try to not cause trouble. Slowly, she'd sink down into a chair and hold her breath- counting to ten to calm herself.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 3, 2015 20:29:55 GMT -5
"...Then We May Have To Go In Debt." Theme Song: Distress from Europa Universalis IV OST The boy stalked forward, towards the sound, immediately towering over a good majority of the students there, seated or no. All of the shouting was getting louder and in a few moments, it might be over. The boy wanted in on this.--- ---Then he saw it. This bag that was being filled with notes, papers, and books by this girl swelled with eye-catching weight through its folds. Or as the boy liked think of it, 'that looks heavy.' He made his way on over to the girl who was cleaning the flung coke bottle, his smile spreading cancerously over his face with quickening steps. Without thought for the blond girl, his arm slunk over to snap up the backpack by its hanging strap in a quick high-to-low-to-high gaited movement, and in one 360 wind-up swinging motion THREW THE BACKPACK STRAIGHT AT THEM.* * * * * * * The spiky-haired kid kept on shoving at the shorter, glasses wearing kid who was trying punch at him again, but the shorter kid just didn't have the arm-length--- *CRASH*The shrapnel from the glass door flew harmlessly around them, but just as the spiky-haired kid had backed up for another shove, the BACKPACK slammed into his arms as he heard something crack in his right elbow. "FUC---" was the cut-off shout, as the glasses kid didn't waste any time capitalizing on this and swung a heavy fist into the spiky-haired kid's face, while stepping over the backpack. The boy was charging as quickly as he could to go join them. There was nothing to stop the boy from engaging in some glorious "Playtime!" |
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Post by Zoe on May 4, 2015 0:38:10 GMT -5
Zoe had been so distracted by cleaning up the mess the cola can had made that she didn't notice the boy crab hold of her bag until it was too late. She'd freeze, her eyes growing wide as her research and papers flew through the air, bits of it falling onto the ground as it went. The girl would grow rigid as the bookbag slammed into one of the boys and the cracking noise was heard. Her face grew red as she realized what that noise was.
Her violin.
That was the cracking of wood splintering upon impact. The blond girl had never felt this kind of rage before. Violins of that degree were expensive... and the red haired boy had just grabbed the bag and chucked it across the room. She could feel a vein popping in her forehead. Zoe's eye twitched as her shoulders shook. Her eyes became fixated on the red haired boy as she calmly walked towards the library's front desk. She'd reach up to her glasses and fiddle with them for a moment- using their internet capacity to run a system to block the security cameras in the library. Zoe had created it beforehand in case she had to act within the school. She didn't want proof of what she was about to do.
Jumping over the counter, the girl grabbed the extinguisher from behind it. Looking over toward's the red haired boy who appeared to be having too much fun with the little fight occuring. Zoe would approach the boy, keeping quiet and behind him. When she got within range, she'd speak firmly. ”HEY!” If he turned, she'd suddenly begin spraying the foam into his face. The foam would make it difficult for him to breath, irritate his eyes heavily and probably cause various other issues such as vomiting and temporary blindness. |
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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 5, 2015 17:55:26 GMT -5
What A Wonderful Way While Zoe was sneaking up to the boy... The backpack landed a few feet away from the fighters, whirling in the air before making more horrifying cracking sounds as it slid on the concrete before inertia finished its job. The glasses wearing student was content to ignore it, continuing to punch into the face of the spiky-haired kid, who was trying to shove him off... when the red-haired kid appeared through the broken glass door, clopping over the shards. He drew to full height, as he threw a sloppy and easily telegraphed straight into the mix. For the glasses wearing kid, he'd be able to adjust his sight in time to let his glasses go flying off as a deafening "SMASH!" filled his ear. Stumbling away from the glasses wearing student, the coke-guzzler stumbled away to feel out if his arm was broken and quickly shuffled away a few feet as he watched the red-haired kid stalk over the knocked down blind kid and over to the backpack again. He watched as the tall eye-patch wearing guy hefted up the backpack over his head, getting ready to bring it on, on the downed kid, when he saw a blonde girl stalking closer with a fire extinguisher. He smirked to himself. Still holding onto his arm, the spiky-haired kid quickly ran around, shouting curses. "MOTHERFUCKER! AY, MOTHERFUCKER!---" The boy was completely turned around, away from Zoe... and smiling at the shouts, which meant to the boy that the spiky-haired kid still wanted to play, threw it at him. *WHUNCH* The spiky-haired kid could feel his nose break as what felt like wood and several pound of paper crushed into his face, knocking him back. Not knocked out... but Lordie, did he wish he was. Raising up his good arm, he got ready to defend himself as he watched the tall boy just make his way, smiling this... inhumanely happy smile as he readied his fist to punch him in the schnozz a few more times--- "HEY!" The boy turned around, still smiling. The spiky-haired kid quickly covered up his face, smirking. 'Got ya!' A burst of smoke and clouds flooded into the boy's face and enshrouding him entirely. The blast went up his nose and down into windpipes. His eye reddened as tears began to flood his tear duct. It just got everywhere. Sickening sounds of the boy collapsing forward, throwing up reflexively poured onto the spiky-haired kid's clothes. 'OhGoddammit---' ---When he felt himself being lifted up forcibly and being shoved into the line of fire with two large hands. The spiky-haired kid began to choke and froth as a result, but the boy wasn't done yet. It was a challenge. "...SMATHH..." Oh yes. The boy was going to try to "SMATH!" this person. Or get "SMATH!"ed trying.
OOC:
-Tuvlan is blinded for the next 5 posts (Wisdom Cut In Half, Rounded Down)! He is weakened for the next 10 posts (Strength Cut In Half, Rounded Down)!
Lessons Learned:
-Chemicals are NOT for Playtime...
Statistics For This Thread (April 30th):
Strength: 20 / 2 = 10 for 10 Rounds
Dexterity: 12
Constitution: 20
Wisdom: 5 / 2 = 2 for 5 Rounds
Intelligence: 5 |
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