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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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"What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets. Fuck outta' here."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Dec 30, 2014 18:09:20 GMT -5
With the Riff-Raff taking care of, Juelz admired the handiwork of himself and the "drunk" teenager that insisted on being apart of the action. "You should have just stayed your ass downstairs, to be honest." He strolled over to the Mobster with the shattered wrists and used his foot to turn the downed male on his back. "See that face tattoo," He gestured toward the inky insignia engraved into the flesh of the Asian. "The Chinese Triad" He bestowed almond eyes back on Damien, "At least a branch of the Triad," he chuckled, "and I just declared war with my actions." He pulled out his smartphone and strolled through his contacts. "I advise you to reconsider who you decide to fight with starting this day onward." With those finally words being spoken, Juelz finger hovered over the small screen of the smart device. On the verge of hitting the green phone icon, his actions ceased as the sound of burning rubber and roaring engines echoed through the street and nightclub with thunderous effect.
"Fuck these guys are quick..."
Juelz murmured to himself as he glanced outside one of the windows. He saw nothing but expensive cars parked rather wildly outside. "Really quick," he added as the sound of physical confrontation could be heard below. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2014 15:29:18 GMT -5
Damien heard Santana go on about how he should of waited off to the side lines yet again. He tried to ignore it; meticulously picking pieces of glass and brushing blood down from his clothing. He started with his coat and made it to his tie before Santana began to speak of triads. Damien raised one eyebrow and looked up at him. He had figured it should have been something similar. It's not often a group of Asians hung around and started fights together coincidentally. Thought provoking though. Damien's family had some strange faces coming in and out now and again. He hadn't really thought of it because he was never in the spots where they did their business. It seems moving to NYC put him directly into the feeding grounds for these groups.
"Wait, so you're not a door to door carpet salesman?" Damien chuckled sarcastically. He walked over closer to the window as the screeches finally came to a stop.
"With that sort of reaction time I might hire these guys to be my drivers."
Damien scratched his nose, massaging a spot where a tiny shard of glass had poked in for a moment. Wondering what sort of plan this guy had. If he started a war and they were taking him this seriously, there had to be a batmobile or escape hellicopter. He leaned up against the wall beside the window calmly.
"Should call them the chinese tri-hards."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Dec 31, 2014 15:55:57 GMT -5
"Tokyo Drift ain't got nothing on these guys, huh?"
Juelz retorted towards the personal driver comment. It may have seemed he was making light of the rather serious situation. However, what he was doing was keeping himself clam and figuring out ways to get out of this in one piece. Getting himself out of here equaled getting this "innocent" bystander out of here (Damien), so why not kill two birds with one pebble? Obviously if he insisted on throwing himself into the fray once again, all bets were off in the "getting them out of here" department.
"Tri not to get yourself killed, got it?"
Another witty reply as the sound of physical confrontation continued on the lower level. The exotic eyed Junior found himself intrigued by this. It wouldn't be hard taking over this specific nightclub with a small brigade of "trained" fighters. Juelz only had two people with him here tonight and they were long gone. So who was here to oppose this mob of me---...?
Music pulsated through the establishment...
"You serious...?" Juelz cautiously "hurried" down the stairs to witness maximum carnage. Forty plus men laid scattered across the club, bloodied, beaten, and bruised. Among the carnage stood one extremely tall dark-skinned male; shirtless, with ivory white locks similar to Juelz.
"This is my jam, baby! Wooot!"
"What the fuck are you doing?"
The unknown male turned around to greet Juelz with a snaggletoothed grin while putting back on his black jacket.
"Fuck you mean? We had a date, right?"
"Bitch, you're late."
"Fuck you mean?!" He eyed the rolex coiled around his wrist.
"Idiot."
The two lookalikes feel silent as they merely eyed the outcome of the mayhem around them.
"So how you been, baby bro?"
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 7, 2015 3:46:01 GMT -5
All the music in the area would stop. The lights would begin to flicker. The air around everyone would begin to feel dense and moist, and then it would start to change color. It became black, like a dark mist was sweeping through the area. There would be a high pitched ringing, and all the glass in the building would shatter.
"Santana."
A deep, booming voice would echo throughout the building, seemingly coming from everywhere at once. Then, a nearby wall would explode outward, with more of the dark mist ripping through. An enormous hooded figure would seemingly float through the debris, pushing people aside and making its way to Juelz. Next to its target, it would stand over a whole two feet taller.
"We have come. Do not try to run."
The figure would raise a hand that seemed like embodied shadows, and, should Juelz not resist, place its palm against his forehead. At its touch, his body would be overcome with pain, and then it would shut down, all in one moment. Juelz would fall unconscious, if he did not fight.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Feb 7, 2015 19:54:39 GMT -5
"...?"
Something ominous; almost otherworldly beckoned to the teenage drug lord. Juelz and his twin stood in high alert as the unexplainable took place.
"What now?"
"No idea..."
This wraith like figure pushed aside his sibling with very little effort with its shrouded path set directly for Juelz himself.
"Tch,"
He adjusted his left leg backwards; amber eyes peering upon the two meter ghost. They have come for him, huh? The ominous being reached forward; arms mangled and morphed by what seemed to be shadows. Mid reach, Juelz' Fighters Instinct kicked into overdrive. With a ducking and bobbing motion, he evaded the deathly reach while reaching for a sheathed blade he marked upon coming to the lower level. With the blade in grip, he would unsheathe the curved samurai sword and dive to his left in attempt to gain more distance between him and this figure.
Cool Calm Collected
He rose into a Kenjutsu stance and continued to leer at this unknown figure. In Japan, they referred to ghosts such as these as Yōkai. Many have fallen to them, but Juelz had no such intentions today. However... Yōkai are all knowing... Yet this phantom referred to him by his fake name...
What the fuck was going on here?!
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 7, 2015 20:14:54 GMT -5
Any who approached the wraithlike figure would find themselves throw aside with little effort. It would make one small gesture with its hand and they would go flying. Juelz would also find that no matter how far away he moved, It would float toward him with incredible speed.
"Do not resist us."
Once again, it would raise a hand toward him, this time much quicker. When it was near, he would begin to feel his energy leaving him, and it would go quickly unless he retreated or interrupted the wraithlike quickly.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Feb 7, 2015 20:27:06 GMT -5
Just being around the figure made his body grow heavy with each passing second.
"...!!!"
As the wraith reached forward again, Juelz would slide underneath the extended arm and slice along the stomach area while rushing forward. Shadow's don't feel pain, right? So attacking the shadowy appendage wouldn't seem like the best course of action. However if this things body was made up of the same... Things would be problematic.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 8, 2015 0:21:27 GMT -5
As the blade slashed at It's body, Santana would feel it shatter, its fragments disintegrating in the air. The previously extended arm would raise slightly, the hand balling into a fist. In the blink of an eye, it would slam down upon Santana's shoulder with enough force to momentarily paralyze the arm if it connected.
"We give you one last warning."
It's fingers would unravel and curl around Santana's neck unless he moved again. He was no longer going to be spared any pain before his body gave out.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Feb 8, 2015 3:50:40 GMT -5
"Tch,"
Juelz tossed what remained of the blade off to the side while his eyes remained fixated on the approaching entity. "Fuck," he managed to evade the strike aimed for his shoulder through sheer instinct alone. But having the shadowy forged appendage so close to his own person sapped whatever remaining he clung so dearly to.
He took one final step back; ready to accept his fate...
"Eat a dick..." He managed to exhale one finally taught as he mentally prepared himself.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 8, 2015 4:13:18 GMT -5
Almost immediately after his sentence, Juelz would feel a tight, burning grip on his face as the figure's hand clutched it tightly. A tingling sensation would go through his body like a wave, before it erupted and he would feel as though he was on fire. And then he would fall unconscious. The figure and Juelz would disappear.
With them gone, it was like the building was never destroyed. People were going back to what they were doing before Juelz was taken, and his twin would be left wondering what happened to him. It was almost as though the figure never even arrived, and Juelz just disappeared.
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