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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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...My Table Ran Away [Invites]
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Post by Maxime Verbeck on May 12, 2015 19:43:53 GMT -5
If I cut the strings that held me hostage, would I fall and shatter?
BUT IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES TO BREATH AGAIN
WOULD IT EVEN MATTER?
Chasing a runaway table through the streets of New York City was not on Maxime’s bucket list. Maybe she had it coming, what with messing around with her boat in attempt to hopefully make it able to fly one day. C’mon, a flying ship would be freaking awesome! Yeah, she knew some of the stuff she was trying was dangerous, but she didn’t expect Gilbert to run away with some of her supplies!
Max really regretted her recent modification to Gilbert her walking table. As if walking wasn’t enough, now he could fly. Semi-short distances at least. The table had flown all the way on top of a building and perched on the edge, playing some of it’s pre-recorded messages at Max in an almost taunting manner.
“Bananas!”
“Kiss me you fool!”
“What’s up brozki?”
What made it even more annoying was the fact that it was her own voice coming from the machine, except it was pitched down. Originally she did this so it’d sound like a dude, but as could be expected, it just sounded like a creepy distorted Max voice.
“That’s it, I’m gonna rip you to shreds and use your spare parts for a smoothie machine!” she grumbled, starting up the fire escape. Since she was no longer in Gilbert’s line of sight, he wouldn’t likely perceive any immediate threats and stay put until she got to the top. She just had to hope he didn’t fly away once she finally made it up there.
Maxime clambered over the edge of the roof, taking light steps toward the table. Fortunately, when she created the table she’d thought to give it a big obvious off switch. At least it was obvious to her. The button was big, blue, on the side of the table, and labeled, ‘Big friendly button!”
Just a few more yaaaards and she could shut the little bastard down… now a few more feeeet… Maxime reached out to slap the button, when the table suddenly turned around, moving the button out of her reach.
“So long suckah!” Gilbert chirped.
A propellor popped out of the top of the table and it began to float into the air.
“Not this time!” Max yelled, “NOT THIS TIME!”
She leaped off the edge of the three story building, which in retrospect, wasn’t a very good idea. The girl grabbed onto the table’s legs, one in each hand, determined not to let it escape. For all her determination, and hard work chasing this thing down, she had finally touched it at least, but now she was flying high in the air with only a devious table to whom she could trust her life… Story of her life.
“Geronimo!” the table yelled. It was programmed with a lot of Maxime’s common sayings… she usually said geronimo before she was about to do something incredibly risky or life threatening.
Damn.
The leg’s she was holding onto popped off from underneath the table. As she fell toward the highway, a horrible scenario flashed through her mind: her body smashing against an SUV's windshield, and some annoyed commuter trying to push her off with the wipers. Stupid sixteen-year-old kid falling from the sky! I'm late!
Max let go of the chair legs and flailed her arms and legs as she fell.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“Bananas!” shouted Gilbert.
“I freaking hate you!” Max yelled in reply.
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Post by Bianca "Reine" Lucani on May 13, 2015 2:51:37 GMT -5
i can't drown my demons
they know how to swim + @soran + i like waffles + also pancakes | Bianca was enjoying her usual daily burger and fries, walking down the sidewalk and munching on them happily. It was the one thing that made her feel good enough to not bash the skull in of the first unfortunate soul that she saw. She didn't even care if others thought her loud eating was gross. She was satisfied, and that was all that mattered to the girl.
Lucani made it to a stop light by the highway, and the crosswalk signal was turned red. She sighed, waiting there amongst a small crowd of generic looking folks as she continued to munch on her food loudly. She got a few glances aimed at her, and she wasn't sure if it was because of her strange appearance or her gross eating habits, but she really didn't give a damn right now. If she wasn't occupied with her food, she'd probably be uppercutting some crotches or beating old people with their walking sticks.
She looked over across the highway, not really expecting the stop light to move much longer. And then she saw it, a flying... table?
"What the hell...? Bruh..."
The highway traffic halted as the table passed by, the light had turned green for the crosswalk, and the girl was about to start walking when she saw it. A girl falling from the sky. Had Bianca's prayers been answered? Was a beautiful maiden going to be granted to her by some higher deity? Or was it just another weird as hell day in New York? No matter the reason, the girl excitedly hopped up onto the now stopped truck, trying to get there to catch the girl as she fell, only to see a boy already up there as she climbed up.
"Lord... if you're listening... why do you gotta be such a cockblocker..." | © seadra of gs |
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Post by Maxime Verbeck on May 13, 2015 20:50:17 GMT -5
If I cut the strings that held me hostage, would I fall and shatter?
BUT IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES TO BREATH AGAIN
WOULD IT EVEN MATTER?
Max didn’t figure she'd die, but she did figure a trip to the hospital was inevitable at this point. Well, as long as she didn't get hit by a car after going splat on the road below, she might just get out of this. Her body finally came in contact with something below her, but it wasn't as hard and painful as she was expecting. Max, who had been squeezing her eyes shut, suddenly opened them to see she had been caught. Hah, what luck! She survived! Max loved it when she did that. Of course this really couldn’t be accredited to herself, but she was happy nonetheless.
So Max pondered while in the arms of her savior how she should thank this wonderful heroic person. She should probably say something that was respectful and got her thankful-ness across and all that pizazz, and she also needed to get him to put her down ‘cause it was getting awk. All these thoughts swam through her mind, but she decided to just start simple.
“Hi! Thanks for saving my hide,” Max jumped from his arms and landed in a crouch. She spotted a white haired girl with piercing red eyes who had also clambered atop the machine.
“Wassup, chika?” she waved a few fingers at her before standing up and looking between the two of them. She was silent for a moment, but looked like she really wanted to say something.
“Okay, so this is sudden but could you guys preeeetty pleeeease help me with something??” she balled her fists and looked between the two of them hopefully.
“Gilbert ran away with two of my syncopators…” she explained, “He’s a table about three feet high with a round, mahogany top, bronze base, four movable legs, and with little steam vents sticking up on one side. He just flew away but he’s bound to land soon, he can’t fly for very long!”
Max looked really distressed, and began drumming her knuckles on her head in frustration.
“I polished him with Windex, so he ran away carrying two syncopators in his drawers. He hates being polished with Windex and he prefers Lemon Pledge with extra moisturizing formula… but I ran out of that stuff! My boats gonna blow up in about sixty five minutes and I'm gonna be in so much freaking trouble...”
Pbbth, trouble was her middle name. The problem was her dad would totally kill her if he found up she blew up one of his yachts.
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Post by Bianca "Reine" Lucani on May 14, 2015 16:17:42 GMT -5
i can't drown my demons
they know how to swim + @soran + doesn't like peen + prefer grill | “Wassup, chika?”
And just like that, Bianca felt like she had been noticed by Senpai. No, it was more than Senpai. It was like Heaven itself had acknowledged her very presence. The white haired girl felt her heart aflutter as those two words were uttered. Wassup, chika... it was music to her ears.
"Eh? Whataya need help with?" She asked, confusedly. She wasn't used to helping anyone, but for a cute girl, she was willing to make an exception. There was that other kid right behind her though, the boy. She hoped he wouldn't stick around for long. For some reason, his mere presence bugged her. She kept all of her attention on the girl, ready to help at a moment's whim.
But then the girl went speaking on a tangent about some techno know how that was sounded as if it were in a complete foreign language to Lucani. Syncopators? Her table was named Gilbert? What was his about a boat blowing up? The girl sounded like she was out of the industrial age. Maybe she was a time traveler. That would be so cool. Bianca intended to stick around and find out.
"I... I don't understand what you're talkin' 'bout, but if you need help catching your runaway table... I, uh... I guess we can get on that."
She was thoroughly bewildered by it all. And it didn't help when the boy started unzipping his jacket.
"WOAH DUDE! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! I DON'T NEED TO SEE NO SCHLONG!"
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Post by Maxime Verbeck on May 14, 2015 21:20:46 GMT -5
If I cut the strings that held me hostage, would I fall and shatter?
BUT IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES TO BREATH AGAIN
WOULD IT EVEN MATTER?
Max listened to the two of them— it seemed the blue haired boy thought she was crazy or something, and the white haired girl didn’t understand what Max was talking about, though she seemed willing to help— RANT MODE ACTIVATED.
She gestured to the air, but was imagining the Yeah Buoy’s empty core.
“The syncopator goes here. It’s a multi-access gyro-valve to regulate flow. The dozen glass tubes on the outside? Those are filled with powerful, dangerous stuff. The stuff in the tubes is going to power the ship, right? Like radioactive rods in a nuclear reactor. But the mix ratio has to be controlled, and the timer is already operational.”
Max tapped the face of a digital watch on her wrist, whose stop watch now read 65:15.
“That means without the syncopator, this stuff is all going to vent into the chamber at the same time, in sixty-five minutes. At that point, we’ll get a very nasty reaction.”
The looks on their faces left Max wondering if she’d been speaking English.
“…So… basically we have one hour to find my runaway table, get back my syncopators, and install it in this engine, or the Yeah Buoy explodes, destroying my house and damaging a lot of the surrounding neighborhood. Savvy?”
She glanced at the white haired girl, wondering what a schlong was, then she realized the blue haired boy was about to take off his close.
“Aww hell no, don’t strip!” Max paused, “Wait… actually, Gilbert’s programmed too—”
The table in question waddled down a nearby side walk and stopped, seeming to be looking directly at them.
“GET SOME CLOTHES ON!”
“…Say that when someone starts stripping… TWENTY BUCKS AND A BOX OF FRUIT LOOPS FOR WHOEVER GETS TO IT FIRST!”
Maxime jumped off the truck right into the middle of the road. Cars honked and swerved, one didn’t even bother stopping and nearly plowed right through her as she made her way to the side walk.
“COMMANDER TOOL BELT'S COME'N FOR YA!” she bellowed.
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Post by Bianca "Reine" Lucani on May 17, 2015 0:23:57 GMT -5
i can't drown my demons
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“The syncopator goes here. It’s a multi-access... blah blah blah... filled with powerful, dangerous stuff. The stuff in the tubes is going to power the ship, right? Like blibbity blibbity blah blah. But the mix ratio has to be controlled, and the timer is already blip bloop blah blah blah nothing I am saying is making any sense to you whatsoever blah.”
That was more or less what Bianca heard as the green haired girl went on and on and on and on. Never before had she been so utterly dumbfounded, so at a loss for words. Where she had usually had words of wit to say, she found herself completely devoid of speech at this girl's manner of speaking.
"I... uh... have no idea what you just said..."
She couldn't even feign ignorance and try to make herself seem smarter than she really was. She'd only end up embarrassing herself in front of a cute girl. She couldn't have that at all, it would be no bueno at all, senor.
Oh Nero, life without you has been so strange...
She was roused from her thoughts, however, when the girl spoke of twenty dollars and the fruit loops. Being a girl living in absolute poverty, the thought of getting that sounded really appealing to her, so of course she'd play along. Catching a runaway table? How hard could it be? Even though it kinda just spoke when the blue haired kid started stripping...
Bianca moved aside when Soran tossed her his jacket, letting it fall to the road with an innocent whistle leaving her lips. She totally didn't see it. Nope. Not at all. She hopped off of the truck alongside the others, running past traffic to get to the sidewalk as she took off past the others.
"C'MON BROCCOLI HEAD AND LOVER BOY, WE GOT A TABLE TO CATCH!"
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Post by Maxime Verbeck on May 18, 2015 1:25:24 GMT -5
If I cut the strings that held me hostage, would I fall and shatter?
BUT IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES TO BREATH AGAIN
WOULD IT EVEN MATTER?
Max made her way across the street, paying little attention to the cars. She was doing her best to time her dashed after all, so that she wouldn't be ran over. Even so, if she miscalculated, a lot of the cars would just swerve out of the way. She didn't have time to wait for the road to clear anyway, her boat was gonna explode! Max yelped when she was suddenly lifted off her feet by the blue haired boy and carried safely to the other side. Well here she was, rescued and once again in Mister Blue's arms. Go figure.
"I was trying to catch Gilbert," Max replied, "A lot worse stuff than me getting hurt'll happen if we don't catch that table in time."
She didn't seem to notice his blushing and stammering as she craned her neck to see what the red eyed girl was up to. She was running past traffic just like they did, and yelling stuff too. Did she just call her Broccoli Head?? Ouuuuch. While Max was pretty sensitive, she never let it show.
"Hey!" she waved at her, "--There he is! Let's go go go!"
Seeing as he still hadn't set her down, Max would wiggle out of Soran's arm and dash toward the far end of the sidewalk, where Gilbert was currently standing and watching the cars rush by. When she was close enough, Max jumped forward and attempted to hit the button to shut it off, but it side stepped and began running toward Soran and Bianca! Max landed on the concrete and laid there on her stomach for a while.
"...If there was a rewards card for frequent screw ups, I’d be, like, double platinum level," she muttered.
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