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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.
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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on May 26, 2015 15:10:32 GMT -5
 | It shouldn't have happened but you let it Now you're down on the ground screaming medic The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses Shields, body armors and vests don't properly work That's why you're in a locker full of hurt The enemy within and all the fires from your friends The best medicine's to probably just let it win These battle scars don't look like they're fading |
Macht smiled at Sarah's concern, and while he was in pain, the fact that she'd made such quick growth really impressed him. He wiped the blood from his face as she touched it and stood to his feet, holding out a hand to pull her up if she would take it. Whatever it was that gave her this burst of strength, Macht knew she had the potential to become as strong as him in just as little time. She already proved that. "Don't worry about me. I've had worse," he spoke with a chuckle as he pointed to his eyepatch. Truth be told though, no one had ever struck him with so much force. Not even the men of Riot. "I don't know where that came from, but we gotta find out and learn to control that. You're strong, Louie - more than I gave you credit for. At least now I know I won't have to hold back when we train."words: 000 • tags: you • notes: stuff |
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on May 27, 2015 22:25:26 GMT -5
"Don't worry about me. I've had worse," She was still worried. She figured that the phrase 'don't worry about me' was probably one of those things she had learned to mean 'worry about me because I have no self preservation drive in this manner'. While he pointed to the eye she gave a soft chuckle and nod to acknowledge that it was definitely true that he had experienced worse than that. "I don't know where that came from, but we gotta find out and learn to control that. You're strong, Louie - more than I gave you credit for. At least now I know I won't have to hold back when we train."
"Hey that was the cost, right? I had to get stronger as a result of your training. I hope to pay you back in kind. Besides, I've been fighting a lot of people and... it's just... it's getting a little fun? I don't know. I like the feeling of hitting and being hit. Not in like a sexual way though, I mean we can experiment with that sometime to see, but definitely on a... I don't know it's a release. It's... cathartic. That's the word, it's cathartic."
She would take the hand and accept the help up, placing a kiss on his head and gently running her hands through his hair to check how bad the wound was. "Will you let me take a look to make sure it doesn't need stitches? I know head wounds bleed pretty bad even when they aren't serious but I want to check."
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user is offline ●
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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Dragons
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Post by Macht Stärke on Jun 23, 2015 2:38:45 GMT -5
 | Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
Macht cocked a brow at the thought of "experimenting" through beating the shit out of one another in bed. Now, he liked fighting, and he knew she did too, but... in that aspect? It certainly made him chuckle, at the very least, and he simply shrugged it off. He was going to focus on her progress, and the situation at hand.
"Sure. You can take a look, but I guarantee you, I'm fine." She'd find that he was more or less lying, though not intentionally, as her hand would be covered in blood as she ran it through his hair. He failed to address it, however, and simply seated himself at the fountain so she could check easily, considering the height difference. "Give it to me straight, Doc."
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on Jun 23, 2015 22:13:35 GMT -5
I think I, I fell in love again. Maybe I just took too much cough medicine. But I'm the best worst thing that hasn't happened to you yet, the best worst thing. You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out. You take the full, full truth, then you poor some out. -- an american beauty * The blood felt warm and sticky against her hand, causing the hair to stick and slide a little as she pulled her hand away. "You wanna know how fine you are?" She held up her hand palm toward him in front of his face. Her clean hand would grab him by the collar of his shirt and lift him up to his legs, forcibly maneuvering so that she had an arm to support him. "You aren't, at all. I busted your skull a bit there, dude. Let's get you to the nurses so they can stitch and patch you up and make sure you aren't concussed."
She would get them going if he didn't resist, and if she did she'd just pick him up with both hands and carry him if she had to. Truth was, she was angry. She wasn't angry at him, she was angry at herself for doing this to him. This wasn't supposed to go like this, she wasn't supposed to be able to hurt him like his. It made her worry about him. She had seen how fast he was, how strong he was. She knew he could take a hit but this was... worrisome.
I wish I dreamt in the shape of your mouth. But it's your thread count I really care about. Stay up 'til the lights go out, Stay up, Stay up. And as we're drifting off to sleep. All those dirty thoughts of me they were never yours to keep ulla |
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