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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.
Full Story Here.
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Beeps Mean Bombs [Maxime]
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Post by Ashton Nava on May 13, 2015 23:13:21 GMT -5
Inside the computer lab at school was where Ashton decided to hide today. Well he was sitting under a table against a wall. He managed to hook up his tablet to the mainframe of the school computer system and was currently looking through files. It was just a hobby and he saw nothing wrong with it. In his mind it was better to be safe then dead. As he was looking through more school profiles, he heard a beeping noise. Freaking out it was a bomb, he scrambled to the corner of the room and laid flat on the ground for the incoming explosion. After ten minutes he thought that maybe it was a delayed bomb and had a timer.
He sat up and carefully crawled around the dark room, for he never turned on the lights. Then he heard the beep again and froze. There was a small red light... and it was coming from the printer? He blinked rather confused and stood up, staring at it. 'Wireless Malfunction' He could just leave it alone, that would be for the better... but he was curious and that was rare for him.
Rummaging through his bag he got out a timer and pressed start as he started to work on the printer.
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I wish heaven had visiting hours.
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Post by Maxime Verbeck on May 14, 2015 0:03:06 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 toward the computer lab, whistling loudly and flipped on the light switch as she entered. Oh, there was someone already there. And he wore goggles like her! Dude, they were destined to be best buddies or something.
He even seemed to be doing some techy stuff with the printer. Overcome with curiosity Max walked into the room.
"One printer to rule them aaaall," she said in a deep, santa like voice.
"Watcha doin, though?" she asked, "Also, sweet goggles, I like your style."
No, Max didn't have any idea where she was going with this. She did and said whatever came to mind really, and right now she was very curious about what this kid was doing with the printer.
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Post by Ashton Nava on May 14, 2015 22:25:23 GMT -5
On the first word Ashton literally jumped up, then hid under the table. Oh no, is the mastermind behind this all here? Would he be killed? Well after a double check his mind realized this was Maxime, another new student. Apparently every... vocal...
He registered two things from her comments. One was about the printer, and the other his goggles. He wonders about the second comment, but then he sees the red ones perched on the top of her head. Oh, that explains that.
As much as Ashton would like to, he couldn't stay under the table forever, and it didn't seem like the girl would be leaving anytime soon. He took a deep breath and carefully crawled back up, making sure to avoid eye-contact at all times. Now he really should answer her question, but he didn't want to. He was scared of what she would say. People can be terrifying with words, so he decided not to make any conversation. Instead he would just quickly deal with the printer now that he essentially took apart the inside, then book it.
He walked over and peered back inside the printer, getting back to work while hoping the girl would just leave after she realized he wouldn't talk.
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Post by Maxime Verbeck on May 18, 2015 21:42:24 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 raised her eye brows when the boy jumped in surprise and hid under the table. Dayum, she didn't know she was that scary. …Or maybe this guy was just really, really jumpy. Eventually, the boy crawled his way out from underneath the table, avoiding her gaze, and went back to look at the printer. He seemed very apprehensive about it.
He must have seen a printer before, I mean, come on. Maybe he just had a hunch there was something wrong with it? Max followed him to the printer and moved her head in attempt to make eye contact with him. This was accompanied with a big dorky grin.
“I’m Max, what’s your name?” she asked, “Is there someth’n wrong with the printer?”
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Post by Ashton Nava on May 18, 2015 23:19:19 GMT -5
Ashton froze when he felt Max right next to him. When she spoke the hairs on his neck stood up as he almost fainted. Getting the courage he stopped tinkering and faced her, deciding to reply. What other choice did he have, he couldn't run away or anything, that would be rude and he probably would just end up caught.
"My name is Ashton..." He feels like the world is frozen and all eyes are on him as he talks, which is stupid since there's only one other person in the room. He then addresses the printer. "Umm... it was making beeps... so I decided to check it out..." He looks back at the printer and holds up a piece. "This is what was causing it..." It's a washer... well then.
He then stops talking and puts the printer back together, then awkwardly stands in the room. He doesn't know what to do. Does he leave or stay. Try to make conversation or hide. And what even would he talk about, the weather? Geez, the real world was so tough, he just hopes it will be over.
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Post by Maxime Verbeck on May 29, 2015 18:09:49 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?
“Ohh how did a mother fricking washer get stuck on that thing? Geez, the tech’s around here must be dumb as bricks,” she said as he put the printer back together, “At least there are some pretty bright students around—you seem to know what you’re doing.”
She watches as he put the printer back together, mentally going over the steps. Her father taught her how to piece a printer back together a long time ago, but she had forgotten a few steps. When he finished he just stood there hella awkwardly. It was ice breaker/freak this person out time!
Maxime grabbed his wrists and began spinning around and around in circles, then twirled him around with one arm.
“C’MON BROCHACHO DON’T BE SHY!” she sang, “AUNTIE MAX IS HERE TO CHEER YOU UP!”
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Post by Ashton Nava on May 31, 2015 0:30:25 GMT -5
Everything was fine, perfectly fine. Ashton was just fixing the printer and the other wasn't bothering him at all. He knew she was speaking, but he didn't need to pay attention too well, even if it was directed at him, mostly because none of the words caught his attention, so he didn't read to give her any notice. Well... he finished and everything was fine...
He blinked, he didn't know what happened, but suddenly he was being spun. WTF!! WHAT WAS HAPPENING!! He nearly fainted in shock, but managed to stay present. He didn't know what to do and he wasn't even strong enough to get out of this girl's grip! So he did what he had to and waited it out.
Whenever Max would let him go he would collapse on the floor with a blank expression on his face. He didn't know what to say. Is he scared or just astonished, maybe both. He never dreamed someone would actually do that. Was that even in any sort of plot he's experienced? He's too shocked to say anything and waits for Max to make the next move.
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