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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 Allen Hollows on Dec 27, 2014 23:28:06 GMT -5
Allen was at home, out in their backyard. Their family wasn't really rich or anything, so no mansion. His mom was a chiropractor, but she was always away on business trips or some other things. That left him and his sister alone in their two story house. It had been a couple of weeks since the Captain had interrupted his fight with Steven and Phoebe, and he never had closure on it- not to mention her beating at the hands of those men a few days earlier. He felt angry inside. He knew he was being a stupid brother- showing a possessiveness he wasn't known for. He knew he had to rein it in and would from here on out, but felt if he did he'd have to turn off how much he cares.
And Phoebe was all he had.
He was shirtless in his backyard, throwing punches and kicks into the air. He had been working out for only a few minutes before he heard footsteps. He would pause and turn, walking over and grabbing his drink of the table on their back deck, taking a long drink before looking for the source of the noise. Perhaps his sister or one of their new gang members?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2014 23:41:07 GMT -5
While there were more possibilities as to who it could be wandering into the back yard, Allen would find it was his elder sister. She had finished easing herself to sit on the steps in lieu of the chair she probably should have sat at. But it seemed that the brunette was...'contenting' herself to watch her little brother train.
When really, she was already dying from being unable to do any sort of physical exercise.
She tugged the sleeves of her sweater down over her hands; it was chilly for her, considering she wasn't really moving to keep warm. She wanted to sigh and grump in frustration, but instead smiled at Allen when he glanced back, giving him a slight wave.
But, she didn't interrupt his training.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 27, 2014 23:45:49 GMT -5
Allen would turn to his sister, giving a small smile and walking back into the yard, hands on his hips. He would glance over at her before gesturing for her to come over.
"Come on, sis. Me and you ain't fought since the Captain, and before that it was just before Aaron left. I've grown alot...and could probably contend with an injured sister."
He full on grinned. They both knew that, at this point, the fighting spirit in his blood had helped him grow to be able to contend with her. Probably not Aaron, as he was so much older and stronger, but his sister and he were closer to age and he had been very well trained. He would roll his right shoulder.
"I think it will be good to stretch those muscles, too."
After all, if the bones and muscles deteriorated, her skills would suffer.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2014 23:58:41 GMT -5
Phoebe's eyes brightened at the mention of a fight. But, she bit her lip, hanging back. It had only been a few days and - while she was undeniably stiff and sore - she wasn't so certain that it would be a good idea to fight and further her injuries. Even hitting Leon had attested to the fact it wasn't the smartest of ideas. But, she eased herself back to her feet with a sigh.
"But any blow or jab will only wind up jarring my ribs, Allen. Even though I want to, I'm not sure it's a good idea for now."
She could probably stand to do some stretching at least. It would help with the stiffness in her sides, shoulders, and back.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 28, 2014 0:06:47 GMT -5
Allen shook his head.
"Nah. We'll do strategic training. Like we used to. You try to hit me in the face, I try to block and dodge. Once you land a blow, It's my turn to attack. I'll just go with jabs, and I'll be easy on you....not that you need it, really."
He would watch her, hoping she would accept and give him the challenge.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 0:15:34 GMT -5
His sister's eyes softened a little and she gave a wry sort of smile. "Trying to butter me up by fattening my ego, Ali?"
Not that she needed it?
Maybe not entirely, but right now - still - it felt like she did.
"Well... I guess we can try that. Just give me a minute or so, first. Just want to do a couple stretches to start getting rid of the stiffness. Sound good..?"
She'd have to be careful lifting her hands over her head or touching her toes and the like, but Phoebe slowly began working out the soreness, warming up her muscles enough so that she wouldn't wind up pulling them because they were so tight. She was sure to keep her breaths even, but not too deep, nor too shallow, striving for control right now.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 28, 2014 0:28:50 GMT -5
Allen would watch his sister a moment before beginning his stretches as well. He jogged in place a little and would throw a punch or two. Once she was done he would put his hands at his sides and wait.
"Alright. You go first. Hands and feet are both acceptable to use. Goal is to just hit me in the face."
He was confident she would get there.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 0:41:35 GMT -5
Pheebs swallowed a grunt as she first started, and closed her eyes. By the time she was finished, she felt a little better. Certainly less tense, but nowhere near a hundred percent, or even close to being actually fighting ready. Good thing they were actually going easy. She went through a couple jabs and an experimental uppercut, all three very much slowed down versions of what she would normally throw and use. But purposefully so; she was just testing her range of motion. Sore, but apparently still doable. Was this what it would feel like, growing old?
At least she could move. She nodded.
"Okidoke."
She bent her knees; she wouldn't be using as much footwork as she normally might. There was no sense bouncing around and jarring her ribs, or it would wear her out faster than this was sure to. Taking a breath, she locked eyes with her younger brother for a moment as she turned fully towards him. And, despite her injuries, she wasted no time in trying to sneak in a punch that came low with her right hand as she turned, using the motion of her body more than anything else to at least try and get the jump on him. There wasn't a lot of power behind it; she didn't necessarily need power to strike his face, especially with one that - while certainly slower than her normal strikes due to her injury - might be pre-emptive enough to work.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 28, 2014 0:48:09 GMT -5
As Allen watched her turn, his body kicked up the adrenaline a little. It sort of narrowed the vision- which was a problem when you were in a fight. He knew that, and kept it at bay, watching his sisters center line as she moved into him, chucking out a jab. He jerked his head to the right, bringing up his left hand, palm facing her left. He would use the back of his hand on the inside of her forearm to push her thrown punch outward.
Not only did this leave his left open to jerk right to block should her left fist come into play, but his own right hand would be free and mobile, just in case.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 1:27:43 GMT -5
Smart cookie, her brother was. And even though it was said that hands and feet were fine, there was no saying she couldn't feint with--taking a half step forward, her left leg lifted as though she would knee him in the gut--but she would stop before it found its mark.
The question was, would he fall for the feint?
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 28, 2014 1:32:13 GMT -5
Allen would indeed take the bait!
He couldn't read minds, and therefore would blast his right hand down to palm the top of her leg to keep it from hitting him. He wanted to strike back, but that was not the point of the match. So, instead, he would dive-roll to the right to keep out of the pocket she was trying to put him in. As his back it and he tumbled to a low crouch, he would turn back toward her, expecting his quick-reflexed sister to latch onto the window he had probably given her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 1:51:07 GMT -5
Her plan had been as her leg came back down, especially because it was aided by him in this case, that she would step and then use her free left hand for a quick but light cross to Allen's jaw. The motion would also pull her right hand back slightly, though she hadn't resisted or otherwise tried to disengage from the press of his left hand.
She blinked as he dove, however, and tried to bring her right hand back a little faster, trying to catch his wrist regardless if she hit him or not.
But whether she was fast enough to catch him as he was rolling was another matter.
Still, if she managed grasp his wrist - and if she hadn't hit him to begin with - she would follow up, bracing herself for what would be a jar even if she prevented his diving roll--or if she was moved a bit but prevented him from moving too far, she would move in for another strike, lowering herself if she had to.
If she missed him completely, however, she would move after and - instead of bending or otherwise crouching - would try to strike his face along the top of her runner-covered foot.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 28, 2014 1:59:43 GMT -5
Allens speed would prove a virtue, for as he dove and rolled, both hands would shoot down toward his center to help stabilize himself. Her kick, however, was both expected and unexpected. She was not a foot-work type of person. She was a boxer. She was shifting her style to make this more difficult on him, and he was working. He couldn't dodge- he could only try and block.
Both arms would come up, side by side in front of his face to absorb the blow. His body and head would still whip backward from the force as he was sent on his ass, but he wasn't too disoriented from it. His arms hurt a bit but nothing he couldn't take.
He'd roll backward with the blow, planting his hands above his head to flip himself to his feet, ready for more.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 2:12:44 GMT -5
Not only was she adjusting her style to throw him off, but to keep from putting too much pressure on her ribcage by bending and twisting, or moving suddenly. She had to fight with more awareness of her own limitations right now.
But it still felt awkward to her. Not that she couldn't, just that it wasn't what she was most familiar with.
He blocked - my he'd gotten fast, hadn't he? - but Phoebe advanced even as he tumbled and flipped himself back to his feet, so she was right there with him, a constant force of pressure. She jabbed with her left, figuring his hands would come up to defend his face, which was the target, and then followed up with a right hook.
And a grunt of discomfort and mild exertion.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 28, 2014 2:19:33 GMT -5
Allens eyes would widen. She was keeping up with him well for being so injured. But he didn't know why that surprised him- his sister was not just tenacious....she was incredibly competitive. He jerked his head left in order to avoid the left jab, but was caught of balance, and didn't bring his left hand up quite quick enough to not take that right hook. Instead, he was at least able to shift it and, with a turn of his head, feel it graze his cheek bone.
It caused him to shake his head and stumble back a little. He needed to work more on his reflexes. This...just wouldn't do. He was fast enough...his eyes just couldn't follow her with such quick movements and without being able to fight back. He brought a hand up to his cheek, grinning.
"Damn those fists of yours...haha..."
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