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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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Drama Class [Fine Arts] (Closed)
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2015 13:31:22 GMT -5
(I will close this class once enough students have joined. I'm not gonna be strict with post order, just don't leave the other students in the dust. <_< I will move this class along every 24 hours, or every six to eight posts. I know the teacher is being serious, but I personally want you all to have fun. uwu )
Piper paced across the stage in the school auditorium, whistling to herself. Despite it being a cheerful tune, the woman had a dull look on her face as she waited for the students to arrive. She didn't know if these students were the type to flood into an elective drama class or try to avoid them entirely... regardless she'd try to make this a good time.
Piper had quite a few exercises planned, and she figured with the kind of students that attended this school it could prove rather interesting. As the students began to file in, Piper would sit down on the edge of the stage and wait for the students to settle down.
"Hey gang, here we are in Drama Class. We won't be doing any full blown productions until much later, but for now we'll be mostly focusing on drama exercises and maybe some skits. Your performances in the exercises will factor a lot into your over all grade, so while we'll have a good time, we're gonna be serious about this. Got it?"
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on May 2, 2015 13:38:01 GMT -5
Kyou would walk into the classroom, taking a seat as he listened to the teacher talk. He didn't know why he was in Drama class--it hardly seemed like a subject that would help him in life, or something that he would be good at... but, he was here nonetheless. He sighed slightly, waiting for the others to join and for the class to start.
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on May 2, 2015 13:38:16 GMT -5
The last time Kenji attended a drama class at 552, it was suspiciously and disappointingly... Dull. All he did was help build a set for a play that never even took off. The teacher was a cool guy, though, but that didn't make up for it. Still, Kenji did have drama on his schedule, so he thought he'd give it another shot for the sake of personal interest.
Yamato wasn't the teacher this time, but instead a purple-haired young lady - Kenji guessed she sat in her mid-twenties - with an eyepatch. Perhaps with a different teacher, there would actually be a drama class, or so he hoped. Regardless, he offered his apparent instructor a polite nod and smile upon filing in, then stood around and waited. When she gave her introductory, Kenji once more nodded, this time in affirmation.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2015 13:38:54 GMT -5
Drama class?
Lucia would look at her transcript paper with a bit of confusion, she'd never really concerned herself too very much with classes but was aiming to turn a new leaf. Well that wasn't really the truth of the matter, more something along with trying a new angle. Yes that was a better metaphor. Anyways she'd gotten herself down the hall and into the classroom choosing to bounce innocently in the back with a meek look on her face. She hadn't really interacted with many of the students and as it would happen it wasn't liekly they were aware of her transgressions thus far. Just another pretty face in the crowd.
"We're gonna be serious about this. Got it?"
She'd have to snicker at that bit when the teacher made herself seem pouty. She did pouty well, maybe Lucia would have to show Mrs. Hawthorne just how good she was as an actress after all it was her lifestyle. |
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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 May 2, 2015 13:50:30 GMT -5
-- romeo oh romeo !  The rising drug tycoon sat in the furthest row of the auditorium. He used the back of the seat in front of him as a leg rest while he strolled through his smartphone, replied to text messages, and read the toxic sludge that is Facebook. Juelz Santana paid very little mind to the teacher explaining the course and what needed to be completed in order to get a good grade. Normally, one such as he would pay close attention and strive for nothing less than an 100%. But this was his elective course, so fuck all that.... Bringing up a rather popular vine phone app, he began watching the endless stream of seven second clips while the remaining students made their way to the period. ★ ---
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Post by Zoe on May 2, 2015 13:57:34 GMT -5
Zoe would walk into the auditorium, looking up anxiously as she saw the stage. Her face would pale. The blond girl would clutch her bookbag tightly against her chest before moving towards the furthest seat from the stage she could get to. Zoe had been assigned this class by her counseler, but she'd never take a class like this of her own free will! The very idea of having to preform like this in front of others made the girl anxious.
Zoe was use to playing music in the pits around the stage- not being on it... while speaking! Hell no! So the girl shrunk down in her seat, trying to avoid getting noticed. |
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Post by Vivi Perish on May 2, 2015 14:05:33 GMT -5
GET YOUR HALO DIRTY
Drama Class, huh? She had been in the last one, where Yamato had randomly cast her as the knight for a play that never ended up happening. Hopefully this class would be pretty interesting, after all, as far as she knew drama exercises could be pretty fun with the right people.
Miss Hawthorne, Vivi's aunt and the only relative she could speak of at the time, sat on the edge of the stage and spoke to them. Vivi plopped down in seat next to Zoe as she listened, and waited for things to get moving. The lady didn't seem to be in that great of a mood today, hopefully she'd cheer up as class progressed. Because, knowing Piper, she might just give them all grief to make herself feel better.
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Post by Shoji Wakeshima on May 2, 2015 16:34:22 GMT -5
Shoji was actually rather excited for Drama class. Most of the classes at PHS were so dreadfully dull and he hardly could bring himself to pay attention, especially after so many years out of school, but this was something he could really get behind. Being what he was, Shoji was an excellent actor, and he had no qualms about being the center of attention. In fact, he could be quite theatrical if the need arose. When he entered the room with long strides, a grin was plastered across his face.
Seeing a familiar face, the junior went over to Vivi, waving his hand. Plopping down on a seat next to her, Shoji said with a friendly and light chuckle, "Hey hey, Vivi~" |
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2015 17:29:36 GMT -5
The auditorium filled Miyuki with a sense of absolute dread, anxiety kicking at his stomach like a petulant child and he could feel upchuck steadily crawling in his throat, threatening to rise to the surface. He'd barely had begun his School Debut, already having interacted with more people in two or so days than he had his entire, admittedly isolated life. Indirectly, of course, but it was all interaction nonetheless.
Reluctantly, Miyuki hurried through the rows of chairs and desks, heart thrumming in his ribcage until finally he stopped at the very outer corner, seated away from the majority. Satisfied that he hadn't attracted much if any attention, he criss-crossed his legs atop the seat and clutched a book of foreign language to his chest.
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on May 2, 2015 19:56:58 GMT -5
Sarah found way into the class, her eyes going to who was there and at the sight of Vivi she would cast a wave before finding a seat. She sat in the back, seeing her bag on a seat next to her before hearing the teacher out.
She was a bit nervous but hoped she'd do okay in the class.
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Post by Sage Honeysett on May 2, 2015 21:44:50 GMT -5
Sage giggles as he enters the auditorium. He had a sundress on with a pair of pants underneath and a cute little sweater. When he walked in he saw the purple haired teacher. She looked nice enough. He actually came to class, because he liked to act somewhat. Well not really, but he thought it was a time to express feelings, which might be good therapy for him.
When he sees the students already in, he recognized a few, though his main people were Shoji and Zoe. When he saw Shoji sit next to Vivi he fumed, and a slight killing intent could be felt from him, but he was in class, so he had enough sense not to kill anyone. Zoe on the other hand seemed free, so he decided to sit next to her. He smiled and plopped himself down. "Zozo! We're in the same class!"
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2015 23:45:21 GMT -5
"Alright guys, let's get things moving with our first activity, which is an improv exercise. For this one I'm gonna pick six people out of you students."
Piper leaned forward and arched an eye brow as her gaze swept across the room, scanning the students.
"Miyamoto, Wakeshima, and Perish, please come up to the stage. Pendragon, Honeysett, and Crestwell, come sit in the front row. Those of you who don't get chosen, don't worry, we'll be having multiple rounds."
She would wait for the students she called to find their places on the stage, before standing up and folding her arms.
"Now, here's the low down. The three volunteers will be controlling these three," she jerked her head in the direction of the student's she'd called up, "Our setting is going to be a fast food restaurant. Each of the people I moved to the front row will be controlling one person on stage, simply by using dialogue and narration. For example, if I were controlling Miyamoto, I'd say something like, "Miyamoto walked into the restaurant and said, 'What a nice place!' He'd act like he just entered it, and was pleased with it. Then I could say something like, 'I'm gonna go squirt some ketchup on my face!' and Miyamoto would act out along with it. Pretty simple right?"
Piper walked over to the edge of the stage and dragged two folding tables into the middle of the stage. She then set two chairs at each table.
"I'm hoping for the controllers to create an interesting scene, but I'm betting some of you might be goofballs and give your class mates grief. Just keep and mind you might be next," she grinned darkly, "Some people have a tendency to return the favor. Anyway, they have to do anything you say as the controller, but within reason. Like no telling them to twerk for you, and NO telling anyone to hurt each other. So, let me assign who gets who."
She cleared her throat.
"Pendragon controls Miyamoto, Honeysett controls Wakeshima, and Crestwell controls Perish. Begin when you're ready, and have fun~!"
(This class is closed. No more students may join.)
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Post by Sage Honeysett on May 3, 2015 1:11:12 GMT -5
Sage hops out of his seat and goes into the front where he's directed to. He listens to the directions and giggles when he's assigned Shoji. Now if he could do anything, he'd make Shoji snuggle him, but that's not a possibility at the moment. He waits for the teacher to say they can start and looks at the other two people in the row. They seem to be thinking or something, so he decides to start off.
"So Shoji enters the fast food place first. He notices for some reason there are no more chairs, but a lone table left in the center of the place. Being a gentleman, Shoji allows himself to be a chair for Vivi. It's noticeable that the other chairs don't have any sort of covering on them, they're just plastic." When he's done he smiles, wondering what they will do.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on May 3, 2015 2:00:55 GMT -5
-- romeo oh romeo ! The directions of the one-eyed instructor fell on deaf ears. Improv? Like, the fuck? Santana, now playing a rather popular phone app game shook his head in mild disappointment. When the female buccaneer skipped over him in the head call, he smirked while exhaling a minor sigh of relief. He had no desire to partake in these silly little reindeer games, but even he knew he would excel in such a setting. He had a twin brother who was the silliest motherfucker in New York, So Juelz Santana knew the ways of the Goofball. But alas, he wasn't called nor did he care for this period. So until the class ended or his name was addressed, he'd continue to fiddle and play on his smartphone. ★ ---
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on May 3, 2015 16:38:53 GMT -5
Sarah wasn't used to being called by her last name, but going with it she made her way to the front row, following the instructions given to her by the instructor. She took a seat and looked up to see the ones who were on stage, listening to the directions. A controller? She would... have control? Over who? She listened to the instructions and understood that she was basically controlling the person and their actions simply by explaining them and feeding them lines. Sarah was very interested in this, and excited, though she knew that someone would be controlling her.
Oddly though? It made her feel more comfortable with being on stage. When and if it was her turn it wouldn't be her being put on the spot, someone would be using her like a puppet of sorts so it'd be nice.
"Pendragon controls Miyamoto, Honeysett controls Wakeshima, and Crestwell controls Perish. Begin when you're ready, and have fun~!"
Sarah grinned and looked up, that was Vivi wasn't it? Sarah knew Kenji's name was Miyamoto and she figured that Perish was Vivi so she grinned and listened to the next person.
"So Shoji enters the fast food place first. He notices for some reason there are no more chairs, but a lone table left in the center of the place. Being a gentleman, Shoji allows himself to be a chair for Vivi. It's noticeable that the other chairs don't have any sort of covering on them, they're just plastic."
Sarah grinned even harder, that confirmed it, she was controlling Vivi. "Vivi makes her way over to her newfound chair quite confidently, strutting her stuff and sitting down on Shoji as if she didn't even realize he was anything but an object. She ignores that it's a fast food restaurant, snapping her fingers in the air and calls out, 'waiter! WAITER! SERVICE!' and crosses her arms expectantly."
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