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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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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2014 12:56:34 GMT -5
Pulling up in a limosine had it's comforts before. It showed status, class. Most of the students at Damien's old school respected his family, and his routes. The entire switch happened so suddenly, there wasn't much time to try to blend in. Plus who cared? Being the wealthiest looking guy had to have it's percs, right?
A fatal mistake. The eyes that looked hungrily upon him only heightened in numbers as he stepped out in his old school uniform. Black dress pants, white button up shirt complete with a tie. Real style, not clip on. Soaking up the first images was a little bit like stepping into a movie. Thugs wrapped in chains, muscle shirts, bandanas. They were all sort of snarling at eachother. Damien was standing out like a sore thumb and there wasn't anyway to get around it.
"Nice outfit did your mom pick it out for you?"
Although Damien had grown accustom to banter with his old classmates, very rarely would the first greeting of the day be an insult.
"Oh yeah, unlike you she didn't give me a bib to keep my apple sauce off my lap" Damien retorted, pointing at the bandana protruding purposefully from his pocket. Damien had sort of a smirk on his face, one that expected everyone to have a good laugh.
Damien was hardly finished registering the silence before he noticed the footsteps charging toward him. Probably would have stood point blank just wondering what was happening if not for the sharp smell of liquor on this thugs breath. A boot came in for his face, Damien ducked and grabbed the guy's leg out of more muscle memory than anything. Not really knowing what to do with it he lifted the leg until the thug fell onto his back, and let go as if it was over.
A perfectly ironed paired of pants was torn as Damien took kicks to the leg from the ground. He didn't even think to not look surprised, and began stomping wildly onto his face until the thug stopped moving.
What the fuck is going on in this school? Damien thought to himself, dusting off his pants. Apparently he had grown too attached to his old lifestyle. "Goddamn animals." He muttered.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 23, 2014 16:26:06 GMT -5
"Yeah.. You better watch out, flashing all your fancy wares. A lot of wolves around here."
Hazel eyes stared toward the 'rich' kid that had just rolled onto school campus in a limo. It was apparent that the kid had no idea what kind of place this was. Or maybe he felt like he would be able to handle any of these poor sods who came looking for his change. Either way, he kind of stuck out like a sore thumb. Austin had watched him get attacked, only to come out the victor.
His hands would lift to brush his bangs away, and he would pull the black sun-glasses off his face and slide them onto the neck of his button-up flannel shirt. A simple pair of loose black jeans hung by a belt at his hips, a pair of white vans on his feet. However there was no gang vest on this day. He was keeping it out of view for a while. He would stand not too far from the new comer.
"Some people around here feel entitled to take."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2014 0:42:42 GMT -5
Wolves? I was thinking more rabid dogs.. Damien thought to himself, surveying the damage he had done upon his attacker. Looked like a broken nose, bloodied. The position looked like someone who had been shot in the head. This thought brought an immediate smile to Damien's face that he was forced to force out of view. He stared over at the school.
This boy who walked up seemed completely unphased by what had happened. Not to mention the Halloween-esque costumes that Damien had noticed since first coming within a block of this place. Easiest conclusion to land upon: More of this is going to be expected.
"Not that much to get off me I'm afraid." Damien finally reared his head back to the scruffy looking gentlemen who had approached after the fight. "The faster I'm out of here the faster I can be away from these dirty people."
Damien looked around the crowd. His eyes detected an air of attention, quite a bit more than he had seen from these people so far. Oddly, it seemed to be aimed at the boy who had approached him. There Damien was, classmen to classmen with someone who maybe... just maybe was respected around here. That, or everyone wanted to see him rip Damien's head off. This was possible too.
"Speaking of dirty people, what's your name?"
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 24, 2014 2:10:56 GMT -5
Austin was almost stunned by what the kid before him said. And here Austin was preparing to try and give him some friendly advice. The insult wasn't going to fly by the young outlaw so easily. It was one thing.to fool around and joke with friends. This guy wasn't a friend. And it didn't sound much like a joke, either.
"The big bad wolf, mother fucker.."
Knuckles would take couple more steps toward the newcomer. It was clear to Austin that this person had no idea what kind of place he had just walked into. And to throw words around at strangers like that, he was either really stupid or he could back up the talk. Sure, he had kicked some kid's face in. It didn't scare Austin. He had done far worse.
"I was going to be nice. But you went and fucked that up. Now I think I'm going to punch you in the teeth. I hope you have a good dentist."
In the process of speaking, he would begin to roll up his sleeves. On his right forearm rest a reaper tattoo. His gang insignia. By now the crowd was beginning to thicken. Austin gauged they were just out of kicking distance, the student whom Damien assaulted laid out on the ground.
If there was one thing Austin disliked most, Disrespect was one of them. He was determined to teach this kid his first lesson today. He would give it a few seconds, but he wasn't going to hold off from pummeling this douche bag much longer. Those hazel eyes had been watching intently, a predator ready to strike.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2014 2:27:38 GMT -5
Damien's laugh was well hidden. Just short breaths dancing in and out of his nostrils. It had been obvious this second boy didn't like to be classed in with the rest of the people from the moment he agreed that they were animals. Had it not been for the obvious prejudice dancing around them, this could have been a much friendlier interaction.
As "Wolfy" walked toward him, Damien turned the crowd out of his view completely. This time he was going to be ready. He let his left foot float a little bit forward. How he stood wasn't really a stance, it was more like a step away from one. His breaths grew much more deep, and direct. Damien's mind wanted to remember his training, but he forced himself to pay attention to the situation in front of him. Trusting his instinct was much more effective than mentally rehearsing moves in his head.
"You're all the SAME"
His last word became his breath out. Left fist flying into the air. And right fist rising up to protect his face. Damien's eyes left up to the boy's face, as if to give off an intention to punch toward his head. However his jab was aimed for the solar-plexus. It would be pulled back immediately. Damien wasn't much of an offensive fighter. He hoped his left would slow whatever the boys initial attack was going to be.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 24, 2014 2:43:10 GMT -5
Austin watched as the kid prepared himself, however when the punch had been thrown Austin hadn't made any attempt to block it, his arms had simply lifted, and formed a loose boxing stance as he stepped in. His initial plan had been to simply take the punch, but it never came because the kid retracted it.
His arms would move slightly, as if he was getting ready to throw a punch. But a punch was not what he aimed to land, having stepped forward with his right leg, his hips would twist and his left leg would snap out in a low arc as he aimed to slam his shin against the inside of Damien's lead left leg. With kids right hand guarding that said of his face, he believed it was less noticeable.
Of course he didn't know what his opponent was capable of yet. The exact same could be said for him. Austin was going to be pushing the pace relentlessly. Richie Rich was going to have a bad day today, no matter the outcome.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2014 3:02:30 GMT -5
Damien's leg flinched up to catch the kick. The usual block. His leg was angled to force the energy down along it, and he chambered in to absorb some of the impact. But the clash of shin to shin was fully controlled. Greater force than he had practiced with before. Pain shot up Damien's leg and ran all the way up into his eyes. Nostrils flared. He wasn't going to be able to keep taking hits like that.
Fuckin prick
As Damien's leg dropped to the ground he stepped in, drawing closer to Wolfy. Using the same moment Damien ducked his head and threw a roundhouse left elbow aimed for the boy's chin. Concise movements, desperately Damien attempted to bring him down as quickly as he could.
The excitement, the fear, the pain. Damien felt his adrenaline rising faster than the mercury on a cartoon thermometer. This was a similar feeling to his old rush, taking classmates behind the school and knocking them around. Something was different, and better. Being in his family Damien hadn't really had to try hard to accomplish anything. Competition was always an automatic win. This world Damien had delved into. Standing out was going to take more than a couple of shrugs and a bottle of Grey-goose. It was going to test his inner self... and whatever lay there.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 24, 2014 11:06:42 GMT -5
Knuckle's kick would land with a clap as Damien checked his kick. This would prevent Austin from grounding him as he had hoped. But that would not deter the outlaw. He had no plans to let off. Those eyes of his had been watching carefully and his body would react more out of instinct than anything else. As the elbow came around, Austin's upper-body would reel backwards.
As the elbow would fly by millimeters from his face, Austin's own retaliation would come in the form of his weight shifting ever so slightly onto his own left leg, and his hips twisting once again as his right knee lifted to collide with the kid's left side underneath his striking arm.
He would be quick to pull his right leg back, shifting weight once again as he used it to pull himself away only slightly, as his own left arm would be sent in a horizontal arc aimed to thump off the right side of his opponent's head. It was a short series of fluid.motions, and while Austin wasn't the fastest, one's speed could be limited in such close proximity.
If all went well, he wasn't sure exactly what kind of shock he would do to Damien's system, but he was sure that by the end of this exchange, this rich bastard was going to regret the words he had spoken. His welcoming party to #552 had begun, alright. And Austin was going to love hosting it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2014 16:46:13 GMT -5
His connection was exhilarating. Damien could feel a side of himself he hadn't really let show bubbling up toward the surface. There would have been a lot more time to think if he hadn't taking a knee to his side, throwing him over. Taking advance, he would dive just past Wolfy into a forward roll. His hair leaping up as an arm flew just over the tip of his head.
Damien hit the ground at a good angle, arched his back and used his shoulder to boost him up. He was about eight feet again, and twirled around to face his opponent quickly.
"So, you must be one of these pillars!"
The only piece of information Damien had been bestowed about this school was from his father. Upon setting Damien up with his own place in new york, his dad had warned him about some people called pillars. He said they were top notch and would try to suppress Damien if they had the chance. Of course, the old man's advice had gone a little bit closer to befriending them. Damien's reactions thought were a little bit more domination oriented.
"I'm Damien Hart, the new Junior here. I won't be told what I can and can't do, so you might as well show me what you can."
Damien was introducing himself and fishing for information at the same time. The hit he took on his side was starting to hurt. He could feel his own muscles contracting on the side. It was similar to the bodies reaction to having a needle shoved into it. Damien would hold his stance and wait for the boys next attack. He had to be careful. He had to make his mark before this was over.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 25, 2014 1:09:25 GMT -5
"Hah, A pillar!? Far from it, buddy.."
So Austin now knew the kid's name. Not that it really mattered at this moment, because Knuckles felt like he poised little threat. At least right now. He would keep the name in his head, for the sake of the future. But he was busy focusing on other more pressing matters.
His elbow had missed it's mark but the knee had not. It had connected solidly and Damien had been knocked to the ground. However he had scrambled to his feet quickly, recovering his stance. A smirk would appear on Austin's face as he pressed forward once again, those hazel hues locked upon Damien.
"I don't give a shit what you do or don't do you pompous prick.. Call me Knuckles, Cuz that's all you're gonna get."
By the time Austin had finished speaking, he had walked most of the distance between him and Damien, and would continue to walk as he raised his arms into his own loose boxing stance, resting heavy on the balls of his feet. Those eyes would glance down briefly, before Austin would step in and throw his own left jab. However it would be a feint as he would pull it back and then thrust his right fist underneath in attempt to uppercut the boy's chin through whatever guard he could attempt.
It wasn't the traditional uppercut, instead aiming for more unpredictable thrusting motion. Of course he could sense this kid wasn't the most offensive fighter. Maybe Austin was trying to bait him. It would have to be seen.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2014 10:51:47 GMT -5
Damien's smirked formed at the same time as his opponents. He felt a strange feeling around his eyes. As though the weight of faked expressions had finally been released after 18 years. At last; something real was forming around his irises. As the mask broke down Damien couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sign of release creep it's way up to his lips.
It was short lived.
Knuckles approached and Damien forced himself to put his mind in the moment. Inside, he told himself to be here and now. He knew this kid wasn't a pillar. And now he had a reference point. Even if that was 'all he was going to get'.
Damien's arms had come up, and jumped into a guard as the it appeared his opponent threw a jab. Though that wasn't what ended up happening. Instead the uppercut flew up through Damien's elbows, bouncing off them as it came. Dame reacted, solely based on his arms breaking up. There wasn't enough time tho, as his head leaped left the fist glanced off the right side of his jawline. Damien bit his own tongue. Fuck that hurt.
In reply, Damien went for the kill shot. His fist already half balled and arm up to protected himself, Damien threw a straight right punch directly aimed at Knuckles' face. Once it should have made contact, Damien leaned forward and brought up his right knee. Attempting to slam it into his opponent's solar plexus with all of his weight as the cannon-fodder. There wasn't anymore time for jokes.... well maybe..
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 26, 2014 19:06:19 GMT -5
Austin eat the right straight, however his reaction had been to drop his chin lower. This would lead to Damien's knuckles colliding with the thick of Austin's forehead. His opponent's knuckles would leave a self, but it wasn't enough to knock the young outlaw silly. His change of head position had brought the incoming knee into line of sight.
While he wouldn't be able to avoid the knee in it's entirety, he could lesson the pain and gain a better offensive position if his cards were laid out correctly. His right arm which would have pulled back from the uppercut had folded, just barely managing to provide cushion from the knee. His left arm would had bent and grasped for Damien's striking leg.
Seething from the knee, his arms would clamp to the leg as he would attempt to tug Damien forward, but only briefly, before Austin's head would turn slightly and thrust forward. Knuckles goal was to allow his thick skull to do more work as he aimed to smash the upper right part of his head into this smug bastard's face.
If all went as he hoped, Damien's face would hurt and allow the young outlaw time to strain those muscles and violently shove the kid backwards by his leg. Lifting upward as he did, he wanted him on the ground. But what would happen would remain to be seen. There was nothing fancy about Austin's brutish style, but he had become to believe it was quite effective.
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Post by Mark Kent on Dec 26, 2014 22:09:49 GMT -5
Mark had been watching the entire fight, and texted Saya to meet up here. It was a good fight, but it was getting a little heated. So he waited until Saya would show up, because she would. He'd put his hands in his pockets and walk to the front of the small crowd that had been watching. He'd call out to see if this would end peacefully.
"Hey guys, class starts soon. End the fight."
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Post by Saya Shinrai on Dec 26, 2014 22:15:55 GMT -5
Saya would touch Marks shoulder as she walked up behind him, stopping just a little back to the Captains right. The touch was simply to indicate she was there, as requested, her rather blank face indicating that she didn't truly care if she had been summoned before letting the hand slide back down to her side.
Some people had attitude about answering to orders- Saya was someone who took a position where she understood the chain of command. She respected the law, not necessarily the position. Saya would do as was required, and didn't feel any way about doing it. Only that it had to be done.
She would stare blankly at the combatants, expecting them to comply immediately.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2014 1:22:22 GMT -5
Damien could feel that he had finally hurt his opponent, but the feeling was short lived. Reaction time only allowed him to get his one guarding arm in the way of the head-butt. It slammed into his forearm, which thrust like a domino back into Damien's face. The total force of it threw him back and shot a few stars into Damien's line of vision. It had been a while since Damien had felt this feint feeling of unconciousness creep up onto him. This last time he recalled was in training with his father. The instructor had thought it important for the student to feel the sensation of a proper sleeper hold.
Dame hit the ground on his back, and slid about a foot. His pants ripped further underneath him, turning them into tattered shorts. Not exactly the look he had been going for. After a few seconds the daze faded, and Damien arched his legs up into the air and kick himself back up onto his feet. Rather fancily. By the time he had landed he heard another voice call out. This one was calm. It didn't have a hint of insult, nor much aggression in the words of it. Whoever this new man was.. he certainly was sure of himself.
Damien decided to turn away and face the newcomer. He did so just early enough to catch what appeared to be his.. girlfriend? Tap him on his shoulder.
Some would take a moment to assess the situation. Damien took less time. He knew this Knuckles boy was his opponent. It was time to go back to something he was good at. His tongue.
"Well I'd be more than happy to stop, why don't you tell this charity-case he should get a job to pay for his own shoes, instead of trying to take mine?!" Damien said pointing a hard accusing finger at Knuckles.
Damien had a smirk on his face that he purposely displayed. It was on the side of his face which, in his current head direction should have only been visible to knuckles. He was showing his opponent this side of his face for the same reason of what he said: To embarrass, insult, and piss him off. Returning to a world slightly more comfortable to him, Damien felt a certain amount of pride toward his own cleverness.
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