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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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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 9, 2015 16:21:47 GMT -5
Seeing Red (0:00) - May 9th, 2015. The bustling courtyard of Public High School #552 during lunch time. Kids everywhere. Hormones, infatuation, hunger. Sometimes kids would say stupid things. Sometimes, they would get into scuffles, fights, brawls. (0:14) - All the boy was looking was for some honest-to-God "playtime." So when he saw this fight break out near the lunch lines, the boy jumped on in. It could have been about getting the last slice of pizza or who drank the coke---it was really hot. The boy didn't care. Some faces had come to recognize him and threw out rude signs. But they had thrown out their hands at him. (0:28) - And as some observing people were slowly starting to learn... That meant "playtime." The boy charged on in, his face alight with joy. The invitation had been issued and he was hardly one to refuse. He quickly tore away a boy circling around the brawl, spun him around by the legs, and slammed him back into the crowd. All the while screaming his call sign. "SMAAAAASH!!!" "=D!?" And unfortunately for the brawlers, the lunch line was incidentally one of the boy's best beating grounds. He quickly took to the trash cans and began throwing their contents at the brawlers and slamming them into the heads of anyone who got too close with his long arms as a decided advantage. (0:42) - There were two brawlers. They called in their friends. Then nine. Their boyfriends and/or girlfriends got involved. Then seventeen. It had gotten really nasty with hair-pulling and clawing... before the boy got involved. (0:55) - That was about five minutes ago. Then it was down to three... and anyone who was trying to escape. Unfortunately, anyone who was was flailing their arms. (1:08) - The boy wasn't even cackling, just gruntings, smiling, and jumping on anyone who even tried to rise with a "SMASH!" knocking them back down. He never did enough damage to them to actually break anything, but it became a punishment game, and the boy was going full tilt. But that wouldn't last for long. The boy was far too enthusiastic, all warmed-up, and had no sense of "holding back." Sooner or later, some real damage would happen... |
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Post by Vivi Perish on May 12, 2015 17:14:00 GMT -5
...wut?
Vivi drummed her fingers against the table top, having little will to actually eat her food. Lately she’d just been too distracted. Today, however, her train of thought was interrupted when she heard a fight breaking out in the lunch line. Vivi fell forward and allowed her forehead to smack the table top.
“Dammit, again?”
As a Pillar, it was kind of her responsibility to settle this, but today was a lazy day for her. She would much rather just let them have their silly little fight.
You see, the girl hadn’t actually looked. In her mind, she pictured it to be something altogether pretty lame, maybe a few punches here and there, people attempting to throw each other… definitely not what she did see, upon looking up as soon as she heard “SMAAAAASH!”
The girl lifted her head in time to see a large boy with long orange hair and an eye patch totally rekinating everyone that came at him, and he seemed to be having a hell of a good time too.
…Well, somebody had to do something about it.
The violet haired girl rose from her seat and made her way toward the scuffle, gaze fixed on the large boy. If he moved to charge at her, she’d hold her arms out in front of, prepared to defend.
“‘Hey big guy, stop right now!” she demanded, “You’re gonna get them injured.”
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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 14, 2015 8:23:26 GMT -5
"SMASH"DOWN IMMINENT
Theme Song: Rock It Out from Dark Dreams Don't Die
“‘Hey big guy, stop right now!” ---She said as he was PUNCHING THE GUY RATHER VIGOROUSLY. “You’re gonna get them injured.” Last punch. Punch. One more punch. Okay, one more. However, as he was doing so, he slowly turned his head, rather deliberately as though not to throw himself off balance to face the speaker who was SPEAKING IN A LOUD, ANGRY VOICE. It sounded like it had authority. But only like. As the purple-haired girl would see the crouched red-head slowly turn to face her, she would see a large, toothy grin spread like an infection over his face. It would almost be an adorable sight---if he wasn't covered in a few errant splotches of blood drops. With the collar of the now very unconscious student still tightly gripped, the boy rose to full height. Steel-toed combat boots. A modern-looking kilt that went down to his knees. A black t-shirt. A spiked collar that appeared to have a nametag that read... TUVLAN If it weren't for that, considering that the boy had long, red hair and an eye patch over what should have been a right eye, the boy sorta looked a lot like--- "Smash?" A quiet voice, at first. It sounded inviting, distinctly cordial, but questioning. "---SMASH!?" "=D!?" The boy took slow, deliberate step towards the purple-haired girl, dragging the boy behind him slowly... at first. BEFORE RUSHING AT MISS PURPLE AND SWINGING THE BOY AT HER LEFT SIDE OF HER STOMACH---the boy's gripping hand let go of the collar of the unconscious student and as he EXTENDED THE SWING OF THE STUDENT caught the boy at the neck, using the five foot length of unconscious body like a flail. It meant that the boy had stopped about five feet away from Miss Purple on his right foot and was pivoted with a degree of suddenness in order to increase the "snap" speed of his "flail" from trying to hit at her with its ankles into her side. ...And the wide swing also leave the boy quite open if it was dodged...
Statistics as of May 9th:
-Strength: 20
-Dexterity: 17
-Constitution: 20
-Wisdom: 5
-Charisma: 5
Observable Note: Tuvlan appears to trigger into "Playtime" with angry voices! |
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Post by Vivi Perish on May 15, 2015 0:46:11 GMT -5
...wut?
It seemed as though the boy didn't hear at first, he just kept punching and punching. But then, he finally turned and smiled widely at her. There was no trace of malice in his eyes, as far as Vivi could see. He didn't seem to be angry at all. It was as if... he was having fun...? But he'd gone a little too far in his game, blood had been spilt, breh.
Then he rose to his feet, (damn the guy was tall) still gripping one of his victims, and said the word 'smash' in a questioning tone. ...Wait wut? Was Vivi about to get pummeled? Well, she couldn't back out now. Besides, for a little lady she packed a pretty big punch. Then the guy charged forward yelling 'SMAAAASH' like some crazy guy! Was this guy alright in the head?
Vivi watched him shift his weight and grasp the unconscious student by the neck... aww crackers. As the students body swung toward her, Vivi would leap upwards and so that it passed beneath her, and landed in a crouch position after it had passed by.
From there she would spring forward with her legs of fantabulous muscle, and quickly cleared the distance between them. She launched through the air toward the boy, aiming to slam the crown of her head right into the kid's nose.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 17, 2015 19:12:43 GMT -5
The boy's swing would get nothing but air and he just saw the Miss Purple would COMPLETELY JUMP OVER IT. Midswing? If she was looking carefully, she would see that the boy's eye practically sparkled with delight. He had never seen anyone do that. What other wonders was this school hiding!?
With practically total control on her aerodynamics, Miss Purple had timed it so that her jump would land right after she cleared it, barely even giving the boy a chance to let go of the neck, discarding his "weapon." More still, Miss Purple landed in a crouch which was completely optimal for charging someone in a straight line... and the boy's hands were at his left side, at the height of his left hip as he finally let go of the unconscious body... ---Just in time to see a blur of purple rush up and "SMASH" him in the nose. Miss Purple would feel a small explosion of hot liquids spray down her face as she broke the boy's nose. She would feel him, see him falling backwards--- ...Stopping in a back left foot. But that also meant that the boy had absorbed about 100% of the strength of that hit. The boy's face was dripping with blood along the curvatures of his chin and his mouth hung open as he breathed... "=D!?" He looked positively delighted. She would feel hands grip at her sides of her shoulders, something she could no doubt shrug out of easily... except along with it, the BOY'S FACE CAME HURTLING TOWARDS HER. HEADBUTTING WITH A---"SMASH!" His forehead on hers, both of them with their hard skulls... bleeding over her while panting for air (after all, she had broken his nose. But his eye... it was like he was saying 'Thank you.'
'This is so much fun.' ...But his strength paled compared to hers by at least one-third. He could feel the disparity in the comparison of their strengths, his underwhelming speed. Now, now the purple hair made sense. Black and purple... like a Bruise.
'Bruiser.' ---IF ALL OF THIS HAPPENED, SHE WOULD SEE HIM REEL BACK HIS HEAD AGAIN FOR ANOTHER HEADBUTT.
OOC Notes:
-Tuvlan took 100% of the Vivi's attack (32 Strength) [This Will Adversely Affect His Remaining Constitution for the rest of the Fight]
-Tuvlan's nose is BROKEN! This will negatively affect his Constitution until it's healed! (-5 Constitution for Broken Nose [Obstructed Breathing] & -5 Constitution for Bleeding into his own mouth)
-Tuvlan's air intake is Moderately Obstructed! His Strength & Dexterity will start to decrease in following posts!
Tuvlan's Statistics Updated:
-Strength: 20 (Next Post -3)
-Dexterity: 17 (Next Post -2)
-Constitution: 20 - 10 = 10
-Wisdom: 5
-Charisma: 5 |
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Post by Vivi Perish on May 18, 2015 0:42:29 GMT -5
i will break the spell you put on me | everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me |
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The crown of Vivi's head collided with the boys nose, and she felt something crack along with warm liquid spraying down across her face. She'd figured if this reckless attack succeeded his nose would probably get crushed, but she wasn't prepared for the blood coating her face.
She spluttered as she landed back on the ground, and to her surprise, the boy kept his footing! Your average joe would've gone flying back with that amount of force... this guy clearly wasn't average then. Granted, he was clearly hurt, but still, he seemed happy. Scratch that, he seemed like he was having a blast. All in all, it was unsettling.
His hands gripped her shoulders, and the girl was still in a slight daze from the collision, so she just looked up at him, confusion written on her face. It was just time to see how was about to head butt her back.
Well damn.
When his bashed his head into hers, it would be much akin to ramming his head into a wall. Vivi would be slightly rattled, but wouldn't take much damage. (It'd probably leave a bad mark later though.) The boy drew his head back, presumably to head butt again. This time Vivi lifted a hand and held it in front of her. When he brought his head forward, she'd catch his forehead in her palm, steeling her stance and using her strength to break his momentum. With her other arm, she'd deliver a swift but powerful jab to his solar plexus.
"No more," she said through gritted teeth, "This isn't the place."
She honestly hoped to end the fight without having to hurt him anymore, but Vivi doubted he'd relent. Might as well give him a chance though, right? Assuming she had blocked the head butt, Vivi would withdraw her hand and prepare to react to what he did next. |
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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 18, 2015 18:46:13 GMT -5
Haven't Beat Me Yet
Theme Song: White Gold by Metric ...But his strength paled compared to hers by at least one-third. He could feel the disparity in the comparison of their strengths, his underwhelming speed. Yet there she was in his hands for the headbutt. He was greeted with the familiar sensation of slamming his head in a wall, that exciting, numbing sensation as he knew the fight was or had hit its apex. Bruiser had easily crushed his long nose as it was by far one of his more fragile appendages... but his skull would feel like a bowling ball. The problem was, this wall wasn't made of something like brick and cement, but twelve inches thick of concrete, if not harder. Bowling ball wouldn't do anything against that aside from a superficial scratch or no. However, the brain rattling around in his skull couldn't even process that, which in turn gave him more of a numbing sensation, even as he reeled back for the second headbutt. But without even realizing it, he must have slowed down, because would feel this hand with its fingers splayed just reach up halfway before he had even swung his head down before any momentum had built stopping him. Bruiser's fingers would then be just under his eye and eye patch, a safe distance away from his eye socket--- "---HOOOPMHHAAASHH." Air was forcibly ejected out of his lungs as he felt his stomach decompressing back into his spine. He choked on his breakfast and ugly sounds flowed out, but he apparently seemed to manage it down... But Bruiser would feel his head weigh down more heavily in her small hand as he began to slump forward. Choking, bleeding, no air... "No more." "This isn't the place." As she retreated backwards a little, she would feel the sensation of the boy beginning to fall forward.--- *STEP* The boy came to a halt with his foot grinding against the ground, his arms now hanging limply at his sides. His head was downcast with blood-matted hair going over his face. Blood oozed from his mouth and nose, along with a hiss of air as his throat worked to unclog itself, a viscous crimson and his green eye had faded as he stared forward blankly. Still. Unmoving. Ready to topple over at the slightest gust. But the boy was left his mouth ajar in a smile. |
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Post by Vivi Perish on May 22, 2015 15:16:12 GMT -5
i will break the spell you put on me | everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me |
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The boy stumbled forward when she removed her hand, but thankfully he caught himself. He was an awful shape to say the very least, bloody, having difficulty breathing, and looked like he could barely keep himself upright. Guilt tugged at Vivi's heart strings. She knew when a student fought with malicious intent, she had seen it many, many times. Not this kid though... not this... 'Tuvlan', as his name tag read. From what she had seen, it seemed he had a simple mind. Perhaps he didn't know better?
Mostly because of guilt and a sense of compassion, and partially because she had an image she wanted to uphold as a Pillar, Vivi extended a hand to the boy.
"I'll take you to the nurses office, bud. They can fix up your nose and you can get some rest," she said, "If you're gonna have a hard time walking you can lean on me. I might be small, but I can take the weight."
If Tuvlan would allow it, Vivi would sling one of his arms over her shoulders so that he could use her for support, and intended to lead him out of the cafeteria and to the nurses office from there. Though she was a good deal shorter, and he was probably heavy, Vivi knew she could probably bench press the guy. It might seem strange, considering her size, but she could do it. |
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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 28, 2015 20:58:20 GMT -5
Leaning on a PillarTheme Song: Castle in the Mist by from ICO OST The boy, bleeding and spilling everywhere made no responses. It looked as though he had literally... knocked out. Overworn swelling of muscles from all the inflamed bruises over the rapid succession of the cumulative amount of days. In fact, the boy was in a dangerous position from an air intake point of view.
"I'll take you to the nurses office, bud. They can fix up your nose and you can get some rest." No response. Labored, rasping breathing... like someone sleeping. "If you're gonna have a hard time walking you can lean on me. I might be small, but I can take the weight." Still nothing. When Vivi herself would try to take up one of his arms to lean her on him, all balance that his body had maintained would completely falter and she would feel no sense of control left in his body. His stomach was abnormally warm as though... blood was just pooling in it and gross blood bubbles made popping sounds, but only out of his left nostril from the way it had crooked. And yet, for her compassion, there were still the eyes of those who watched the fight. As she would effectively have to huddle, occasionally getting an unconscious step or so from the boy, as they stepped away from the other people who were knocked out. From those among the seventeen, some had begun to wake up. But for the students that the boy himself had... "kept down," they struggled, jittering, shaking. Some were more resilient, but for any and all who saw the red-haired asshole, who, in their eyes, committed the greatest evil, there was the pillar, knocking him out and not helping out the rest of them. The question: What made him so special? Of course, as Vivi could call in the other students to take care of those who were downed after she had taken in the boy to the Nurse's Office... While the boy was dragged on in his unaware, catatonic state---
The boy slogged along on the pavement. He tried to look around, but his neck was too swollen, layers of skin, muscle and bone locked in place. Perhaps he had been born this way? Clouds rolled visibly along the ground as he moved through the silhouettes of the buildings, past the fleshy, shadowy creatures. Where eyes should have been, there stared two baubles of light in hues of white to green to teal.
He did not move along by force of his own. A purple shadow, small, strong, handled the entirety of him, carrying its burden without effort. The boy himself felt almost weightless, the purple's clouds wrapped around under his right arm, while strapping in his left to keep him upright. That force of movement kept the vertigo, on the edge, on the cusp of his brain, but he admired the little purple and its determination. He tried to help it along, stepping with it, often almost stumbling to the ground, but caught with strong, steady hands, even though they were so small. His friend was nice...
Epilogue: As Tuvlan is escorted by Vivi to the Nurse's Office, the Nurse calls him in to the ER for stitches and to get blood pumped out of his stomach as well as for fixing his nose.
Vivi saved one student over helping the others, however, unless a follow-up post is made. This will impact future threads & NPC interactions... for both of them.
Tuvlan will not forget the fun fight "Bruiser" gave him.
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Observable Note: Tuvlan will not cease in playtime unless one of the following is true:
-He is knocked out.
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*Tuvlan will suffer a "Broken Nose" Status Effect (-5 Constitution Until Healed) - (Expires June 8, 2015)
*Vivi gained positive relations with Tuvlan! |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Jun 12, 2015 0:40:52 GMT -5
i will break the spell you put on me | everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me |
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Sorry I took so long :C |
Vivi almost cringed as she watched the boy... this 'Tuvlan.' He was a bloody mess, and it was her fault. Pillars had obligations, but they weren't forced to act any certain way--some Pillars didn't give a fuck and did whatever they wanted, others protected the student body. Vivi wanted to be the latter, and unfortunately, the most common method for stopping kids from beating the shit out of each other was beating the shit out of them. Of course, even though Vivi meant for the best, they always remembered the students she'd hurt and never the students she saved.
Vivi would really have loved to be one of those Pillars who didn't give a fuck. She would love to say she didn't care what happened to this school or it's students, that she didn't care if they saw her as a blood thirsty violence junky...
But she did care. She cared so much she felt as though she might bleed from the pain of it. So now, as she watched the student she'd harmed, she felt it was her personal responsibility to help him find medical attention. Others could attend to the other wounded students.
Before she left the room, Vivi glanced back at the students who watched the scene, and nodded toward the injured ones.
"Help them out, would you? Make yourselves useful," she said.
Vivi took the boy to the nurses office, before setting him down in an arm chair and informing the nurse she had a new patient before heading back out. He'd gotten injured far worse than she'd intended... he seemed pretty tough though, and Vivi had faith he'd pull through. ...He was a rather unusual guy.
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