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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 Maxime Verbeck on May 16, 2015 12:33:22 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 tore down the hallway toward the cafeteria flailing her arms somewhat and letting a little yell escape her lips. Behind her, she heard the group of punks who had been chasing her laughing and shouting, urging Max to come back so they could rip her to shreds. For some reason, Max wasn’t tempted.
She burst into the cafeteria, quickly slapped a mound of food on her plate and shot a glance over her shoulder at the entrance. Just then, the punks entered.
The future for Commander Tool Belt was not looking so hot.
While Max was extremely intelligent, that was mostly when dealing with machines, so her smarts didn’t really carry into interacting with others or fighting skills. Man, she really needed to learn to fight. if she could just find someone who could teach her…
Max dropped her tray down on a table and plopped down next to a perty lady with crimson locks. Her hair was long. Max’s hair was short and bright green… it kind of made her stand out. This was perfect! Max grabbed the girl’s long hair, but didn’t yank it or pull it. Instead she just draped it over her own head like a blanket, trying to hide her own hair so the punks couldn’t see her.
Max shot the other girl a dorky grin, still holding the curtain of red hair above her head.
“What's up broszki?”
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Post by Adara Butler on May 16, 2015 12:53:44 GMT -5
Adara had stopped, mid-bite as she had been about to shove a spoonful of mashed potatoes down her gullet when she heard the voice beside her, and her eyes moved to her right to find a girl hiding under her hair and looking up at her.
What's up, broszki?
She looked straight ahead for a moment and muttered to herself, "This school is so weird..." then turned back to the stranger. "What's up is that there is a stranger using my hair as a makeshift wig," she sighed, very much perturbed in that moment, and yet a bit too comfortable at her table to get up and walk away silently as she might normally do. "Do you need something or are you just here to be annoying, because I enjoy eating my lunch in peace thank you."
Adara could see between her own red locks as they spilled messily over the girl that she had green hair, which appeared to be rather short, with green eyes to match. It reminded her of when she was younger and had such short hair before she let it grow out because she really didn't care about maintaining the look.
It looked cute on the girl.
Out of the corner of her eye, however, something caught the redhead's attention. A group of tough-looking students(?) with there eyes locked on both Adara and the girl under her hair.
[OOC: I didn't know if it was okay to kinda direct the NPCs since they are originally yours, so if you need me to I can delete what I wrote about them seeing Max :3]
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Post by Maxime Verbeck on May 16, 2015 13:20:29 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?
When the lady started talking, Max had a feeling she might be in trouble. At this rate the three punks might hear her. Max gave her a smile that I hoped conveyed something like: “Hey, just bare with me. These guys are such jerks! But what can you do?” When probably her expression actually conveyed: “It’s not my fault! Please don't kill meee!"
“Shhh,” Max held a finger to her lips, “I’m using it to hide. I’m incognito, call me Fred.”
The green haired girl dared to cast a glance over her shoulder, and spotted the three punks. They hadn’t sat down, they hadn’t gotten food, they were still looking for her! Seriously, those losers needed to get a life! Just then, their gazes turned to Max and the red haired girl. She’d been seen! Max mentally played the sound from Metal Gear Solid when Snake was spotted.
Max would’ve loved to say she had some deep revelation as the jerks headed over, that she came to terms with her own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera. The truth? Her only thought was: ‘ASDFGHJKL HELP MEEEEEE!’
Max ducked under the table and slipped her back pack from her shoulders, before digging into it. She then put down a little toy robot, one you might find at a toy shop and allowed it to waddle out from underneath the table toward one of the dudes as they approached. When the toy got close enough to the punk’s leg, a metal rod protruded from it’s stomach and electrocuted him.
“AAAAAH WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” the guy flailed and fell over, but then one of the other two stomped on the robot and broke it.
“Well damn. That was my last one...”
"Yo pritty lady," one of the punks spoke to the red haired girl, "Can you move over so we can get the little bitch under da table?"
Max was crouched at Adara's feet under the table, clutching her back pack and making ugly faces at the dudes who could see her.
(ooc: I'm fine with both of us controlling them. XD)
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Post by Adara Butler on May 16, 2015 13:52:51 GMT -5
Adara sat rigid and upright as she watched all that went on around her within just a few seconds. The girl telling her to be quiet and call her "Fred", the boys that approached them with one of them getting electrocuted by a mere toy the girl had pulled from her bag, and now one of the three guys looming over her and asking her to step aside so they could get to the girl who was now under the table hiding.
"So...let me get this straight," Adara began, looking up at the boy from where she had been eyeing the girl under the table for a moment. "You want this thing down here?" she asked, and kicked her slightly, gesturing to her.
He nodded.
Adara looked back down at her again, seeing the pleading look she gave her and the ugly ones she shot at the boys. This chick really didn't want to deal with these kids, apparently.
But was Adara willing to disrupt her own peaceful lunch to help some stranger?
"Oh, screw this," she grumbled, getting up from her seat. "Can't a girl get some peace around here?"
In that moment, Adara's fist made contact with the boy's jaw, though she felt like it hurt more than it hurt him. However, the second he made a move to retaliate by grabbing her--probably to restrain her so his friends could grab the other girl--Adara darted to the left, reaching down and grabbing the girl by the arm to pull her out as she moved before shoving her beside herself.
"After this, you're buying me lunch," Adara growled to the girl, then locked eyes with the boys.
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Post by Maxime Verbeck on May 16, 2015 17:06:58 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 yelped slightly when the girl kicked her, but quickly went back to making very unattractive faces to her pursers. The red haired girl was clearly irritated by the punks, but Max definitely didn't expect her to start fighting them. Being pretty honest, Max expected to be thrown to the wolves. After punching the guy right in the face, the speedy girl yanked Max out from under the table. "Lady, I'll buy you an entire restaurant!" Max clasped her hands and gazed at her hero, her green eyes shimmering with happiness . A guy came at Max from the side, and instinctively she jumped up, ramming the crown of her head into his nose. There was a sickening crack, and the boy stumbled back, blood streaming between his fingers. "Hey, we should book it out of here," Max glanced at the red haired girl, "I kiiind of suck at fighting..." It was painful to admit. The only thing she was good at was ramming, clawing biting, and of course, sicking her machines on people. She lifted a finger matter-o-factly.
"My Golden Rule for teen girls who can't fight: 'Thou shalt not hokey pokey with big angry dudes!'"
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Post by Adara Butler on May 16, 2015 20:55:49 GMT -5
"Well said," Adara replied a bit dryly in response to the girl's words. Personally, she wasn't too keen on getting into a fight today herself, but found herself having to round-house kick the boy who's nose had been practically smashed by the girl's head when she butted him as he came at them in a rage. Her kick sent him stumbling back, but he didn't fall.
"Crap," she muttered, grabbing her arm again to tug her along just long enough to get her moving, then letting go as she ran. "C'mon!"
However, it was not the door she was running for. Oh no. Adara knew that these kids were mad, and little boys plus testosterone plus rage didn't equal a pleasant sum. They'd probably chase them until they collapsed. Instead, she made a mad dash for the lunch line.
"Hurry!" she exclaimed, grabbing her arm again and diving behind the counter where the food was displayed for students to buy. She reached for a stack of lunch trays, grabbed one, and immediately sprung up.
BAM!
Adara slammed her lunch tray square into the face of the first guy she and the girl had hit, and this sent him falling flat on his back, the impact of his head hitting the floor also lending her some aid. She tossed the tray to the girl, intending for her to use it to either protect herself or defend Adara, and the redhead reached for a stack of forks.
Holding two forks in each hand, Adara stared daggers into the the eyes of the other boys as they approached.
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Post by Maxime Verbeck on May 18, 2015 15:31:19 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?
Maxime allowed the girl to tug her towards the lunch line, but kept up the pace once she let go. Strangely enough, it seemed they were running away, but the door exit wasn’t there target. The red haired girl dove over the counter, and Max followed in suit. With a loud smack, the other girl floored one of their pursuers with a lunch tray,
“GERONEMOOOO!” Max jumped off the counter and landed on the guy on the floor, stomping both feet into his stomach. The guy grunted in pain, but Max couldn’t stay to gloat. She dove back over the counter again to avoid being grabbed by one of the remaining dudes. With one guy having his nose broken, and one having been floored and stomped, that only left one dude fully operational. The other two were in pain, but were probably twice as angry.
The red haired girl was smart, the forks would make good weapons, but Max couldn’t bring herself to stab anyone. Yeah, they were big fat jerks and had been chasing her all across campus, but she never ever felt justified injuring someone unless it was a life or death situation for her or a loved one. In any case, Max had no qualms with letting the red haired girl do it, she probably couldn’t stop her anyway. She decided to just jeer at the boys while the other girl got to be the badass.
“HAHA! You guys are so weak, you can’t bench-press a Kleenex! You’re all so lame, when you look up lame on Wikipedia, it’s got a picture of you guys—only the picture’s so ugly, no one ever checks it out!”
One of the guys reached for her only, for Max to dance out of his reach. The other two had their attention fixed on the redhead. One of the boys moved to her right, and one two her left, before charging at her, forearms held up in a weak attempt to sheild their faces.
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Post by Adara Butler on May 18, 2015 22:39:21 GMT -5
Adara couldn't be bothered to pay too much attention to what the girl was doing, but could hear her voice as she squealed taunts at one of the guys, teasing him now. The other two had begun to approach her from both sides, and without thinking Adara backed up, and before she knew it she was hitting her back against a wall.
They sneered, thinking hey had the best of her.
Oh they wished.
In a flash Adara was pouncing forward, first going to the boy on her right. He tried to whip around as she quickly darted behind him, but wasn't fast enough. With a furious scream she stabbed him in the left shoulder with one of her forks, immediately kicking him back into his buddy. Not holding back, she charged forward as the two stumbled backward and grabbed the shirt of the first one again, throwing him to the side. As he collapsed to the floor, busy writhing in pain from his injury, the second one came behind her.
Adara may have been a quick one, but she definitely wasn't fast enough to have eluded him as he grabbed her and put her into a headlock, his arm pressing incredibly hard against her windpipe and choking her. She dropped one of her forks, but found the strength to bite his hand and was instantly released. Gasping for breath, she rounded on him, stabbing him with her third fork once, then twice, then three times in the shoulder before kicking him back, where he proceeded to stumble and fall.
She watched him go down, her chest heaving and her hair a mess over her face.
And for his sake, he'd better stay there.
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Post by Maxime Verbeck on May 29, 2015 18:01:05 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? (ooc: So sorry for taking forever to post! I kind of neglected my other characters while I was on my trip XD )
With two of the guys having been stabbed, one multiple times, and the third being pretty roughed up, the attackers slowly seemed to lose their will to fight, though anger was very apparent in their eyes. They wouldn’t forget this, nooo sir. But they didn’t seem to want to continue fighting after the redheads display of ferocity.
Maxime was still behind the counter, watching the red head with wide eyes. She was so awesome! That was the kind of stuff Maxime always imagined herself doing after watching action movies and reading comic books—but could never actually do. Nope. While she was a very active girl, her talent mostly resided in creating machines, and programming. She was a massive tech nerd.
So as the guys began to back off, a couple of them flicking her off and muttering cuss words as they retreated, Maxime fan girled over her savior and probably looked a lot like this. The green haired girl jumped over the counter and landed near the girl before hugging her obnoxiously tight.
“YOU’RE SO FREAKING AWESOME, I WILL BUY YOU ALL THE FOOD YOU CAN EAT!” she squealed.
And she meant it. While she might not look it, Maxime was a very wealthy girl. Or, the daughter of a very wealthy man at least.
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