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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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Spring Fling - Dance floor~ [[EVENT]]
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Post by Dan on May 27, 2015 0:17:35 GMT -5
Dan had had it no more waiting to get that punch (I don't have to look at the girls ill just look at the roof) dan thought he was so clever
Dan walked to the punch bowl attached the funnel and started pouring cups upon cups down his pants filling the badly hidden two liter
After what seemed like hours of filling, it was full and he screwed on the cap. What was left was pretty shallow but enough for other people. Dan took one more cup and actually drank it And that was just as much as Dan needed
"I AM THE BEAR OF THE NORTH pole!!!" Dan said as he was waddling as fast as he could (I have the sudden urge to play the violin) said drunk Dan in his head Turns out the stereotype of Canadians and liquor was false
OOC: Dan leaves the gym
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Post by jieun on May 27, 2015 0:59:11 GMT -5
While Claire was the punch bowl, some weird dude was taking and spilling the punch down his pants... 'I was thirsty but... uhhh...' Even when the guy left, Claire just stood there somewhat frightened. Her first encounter with a person in the dance, and he was weird as a tomato in a potato sack. Claire felt really uncomfortable at this point. At first, she was just nervous about how to act in this kind of place, but now she was regretting her $7 to go here...
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SIRYNN CRUSH ALL OF THE BALLS!! 8)
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Post by ❤️ sirynn the hungry ❤️ on May 27, 2015 2:50:12 GMT -5
the star of 552 graces you with her presence "SIRYNN,
SIRYNN,
SIRYNN,
SIRYNN!"chanting would echo the gym as the tiny pink haired girl would enter the dance floor with her squad(of juelz and his swaggy piggus #squadgoals), a giant boombox being held over her head that would chant her name over and over. the recording sounded oddly familar, like it came from the voice of a tiny pair haired girl.... but multiplied... it was as loud and obnoxious as she was, but not as obnoxious as the giant 20 foot tall flashing pink neon sign with her name on it. and a tinier red neon sign that would strobe "santana+piggus", so that her besties wouldn't feel left out of the lime light that sirynn would force them into.
there were also a number of confetti canons and smoke machines that would go off behind her. for dramatic effect. i'm talking like... 30 confetti canons and smoke machines. all rented by a mr. arose yamato (but paid for using a yuy corp credit card).sirynn herself would be dressed in a disgustingly cute and edible cupcake dress, something that looked like it was out of some child's tv show. she would pull a megaphone out from under her dress, and proceed to shout in a very sirynn-like fashion.
"YOUR LORD
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DDDDDDDD!!!and with that, sirynn would get on the top of her head and break dance onto the dance floor (hopefully dragging her BFF and their piggu family with her). she wore shorts though. because shorts are a smart idea. no one would be able to see any sirynn-goodies that night. all they could see what her sweet ass dance moves.the twerk master returns :^)
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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 May 27, 2015 6:11:23 GMT -5
-- lights, camera, action ! He needed this—man oh man did he need this. The inevitable insanity of being a formidable Kingpin began clawing at the reinforced steel cage of his psyche. He conquered and controlled two boroughs while making sure the "Super-Soldier" serum stayed plentiful and in high demand. Ain't no rest for the wicked, Juelz Santana understood and lived by the phrase, but he needed some "rest", goddammit. Stress was a real killer when it came to Santana, and when he was stressed out, he thirsted after just about any fine piece of ass to "distract" him from his woes. He just wanted to lay up in his crib and binge watch Dragon-Ball Z with a fine piece of lady ass. He could never really be bothered with the monotonous female bickering, so this yearning grew deeper, and deeper, and deeper. Once in a blue moon he'd stumble upon a "cool one", but those occasions are are—one has a better chance of stumbling across a Shiny Mewtwo. With his male needs soothed "physically", everyone apart of the Santana Group was hoping this little dance would sooth their young Kingpin "mentally". Still looking for that Dragon-Ball Z enthusiast, but apparently that is too much to ask for, huh?And today, he found himself accompanying a little ball of energy to the dance in matching fashion. Sirynn was one of the few people in this world Juelz can tolerate without putting any real effort into it. The girl was honest, had a passion, and stuck to what she was good at. She didn't try to impress anyone and moved at the beat of her own drum, and as a Gangster, he respected that about the kid. She was a breath of fresh air, expect not literately because when she passed gas the citizens of Japan had horrible, cruel, and unjust flashbacks. She told him to ask her to the dance, he did so. She told him the color scheme, he adorned himself in said scheme. She set up some grand ass entrance, he followed her lead despite not caring a single bit. To say he didn't want to be here would be a little extreme, he wanted to be here, but didn't. Maybe he just wanted to spend some "quality" time with Sirynn and was using this as an excuse to fuel his empty tank of need? HAHAHAHAHAHA! Anyways, as the squad made their "grand" entrance, Juelz kept to his usual "I don't give a single fuck" strut while puffing on his e-cigarette. He sported a stylish Tom Ford tuxedo; pink, white, and red seemed to be the obviously color scheme. Evenly matched so one color wouldn't be to overbearing or "loud". Imprinted on the blazer and slacks of the tuxedo would be little camouflaged candy-canes. Through his tented pinkish-red shades, he smoked freely on the e-cigarette and ignored the annoying loop pouring from the over sized boombox his little "friend" carried. The twin piglets, Captain Fuzzykins & Lady Fluffernugget trotted along with their big sister (Sirynn). They wore the exact same tuxedos as their caretaker, except, with one minor alteration. Diapers, they needed diapers, so they were rocking diapers; Huggies, to be exact—don't be hating. When Sirynn made her way to the dance floor and began busting all kinds of epic moves, the piglets followed and did the same. Though, they only knew one move, and that move was The Shuffle, but they were damn good at it! Santana on the other hand made his way over to the punch bowl, homeboy was thirsty and in more ways than one. But alas, One whiff was all it took and he could smell the faint taint radiating off the concentrated fruity goodness. "Hakuna Matata."Still got a cup—enjoyed the fuck out of it too, though whomever spiked the punch is a cheap bastard. Get this family dollar brand liquor out of here, son! |
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2015 6:44:32 GMT -5
Teufel was still searching when he heard a great yell. 'Bear of the North Pole?' He thought. Was it Dan? He hoped for the best he was sober. Wandering around with the dusty lights twinkling, Teufel began to get scared. What if he never was able to leave. All this noise and excitement was a little scary....
Looking around, he saw a familiar face with bloody red hair. Was it..? It was! Adara. Teufel eagerly ran up to her, excited that he found someone he knew. She was standing next to some other people. Teufel regonized one of them as anthem, but he didn't know the other two.
"H-hello miss Adara!" He said happily, smiling, the fairy lights twinkling on the antlers that were permanently melded to his head.
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Post by Tempus Rose on May 27, 2015 10:36:53 GMT -5
First victim claimed.
Though it was fitting that it was Vivi. Tempus could only grin as she did her best to fade back into the shadows. Her work here was done and she was pretty sure anyone who drank from that particular punch bowl was going to have a grand old time of it in the morning. Though now that she'd had her fun Tempus really wasn't sure what to do. She was for sure going to stick around to record some of the silliness that ensued when too much alcohol was consumed and, eventually, take part in it herself but until then she was kind of drawing a blank. The realization that she really didn't know what to actually do at an event like this was astounding to her. It was, after all, a social event and that was sort of Tempus' thing. She could chat up anybody, make anyone laugh at her stupid jokes and puns...but now that she looked about all she could really think about was just how little she really knew anyone there.
There was a surefire way to fix that problem though, and Tempus decided that at least one person was gonna walk away from this dance knowing her name and possibly calling or texting her the next day for some kinda...ummm...hanging out type thing. Like, pizza and a movie, or lunch. Or, like, to play video games. Or possibly make out and have sex all afternoon. Something. Her mind set on this course of action she then narrowed her mismatched eyes to scan the room until her eyes lay on something gorgeous.
(This was, however, momentarily distracted from the grand entrance of someone who was...well, shall we say lavish, though her dress looked downright nummy...literally, as it was covered in cupcakes. She was loud, brash and someone Tempus knew she would probably get along with really well. Also, pigs. Pigs that knew how to dance. Pigs that were also pretty damn cute for being, you know...pigs. The breakdancing moves that were on display were epic enough in their own right that Tempus was almost tempted to go and show off her own, but a movie-worthy Dance Off was not what she was after, no sir. Not at this moment...)
She looked laid back and slightly irritated at the same time, as if she didn't want to be there but was there for some reason regardless. Her stormy gray eyes were just sort of skimming, taking in what was before her but not really retaining any of it. Oh, she was a wallflower to be sure and every bit of Tempus' notorious focus and attention honed in on her like a missile with a painted target. There was always difficulty in determining just how ones advances were going to be taken but, at the moment, Tempus wasn't thinking about just how stunning this woman looked, olive skin tone shining in the lights that streamed from all over while her dress hugged every curve that left those with wild imaginations (such as Tempus) to create elaborate fantasies from just a glimpse.
And so Tempus, with the confidence born of having absolutely no fear of the unknown, simply strode towards the woman and stopped directly in front of her.
The thief took a moment to look at the other woman up and down, though not in a perverted, skeevy way. No, Tempus had long ago perfected being able to look at something in a way that projected appreciation rather than the hungry need to bed said person. And, just like her fighting style, Tempus didn't want to offer the object of her affections any choices, no way out. Pick a stance and ride the wave. Going with that line of thinking, Tempus Rose reached out, slowly, grabbed the other woman's hand and tugged backwards to lead the other woman to the dance floor. She pulled the other woman close and and adopted the position to lead the dance.
“Name's Tempus. Tempus Rose,” she breathed lightly, her whiskey-on-the-rocks voice a tad huskier than normal. “Bless me with yours?”
“I AM THE BEAR OF THE NORTH POLE!”
Oh, looks like her spiked punch had claimed victim number two.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on May 27, 2015 12:10:17 GMT -5
Kyou would laugh lightly at how uncomfortable the blonde girl seemed. He kind of felt bad for her... He glanced over to Adara, who was busy and distracted with other people, and he thought it'd be a good chance to slip away. He'd be back--it'd be rude to ditch the girl completely (though part of him figured she wouldn't even notice)--but he wanted to talk to the blonde girl because... well, he didn't really know why. She had been there when Gerard had gone berzerk, and he felt she'd be a safe person to talk to. Besides, she looked like she could use the company. "Hello," he would greet with a small, genuine smile. "Are you alright? You seem pretty uncomfortable..."
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on May 27, 2015 12:37:22 GMT -5
Gerard would look about the room again. Maybe there was someone else..? More people began to show up. Some had small entrances and some... well they weren't so small. Sipping slowly on his punch, he would wait a few more minutes. Then he heard a familiar voice, wait, two voices.
Looking around he would spot Anthem and Kai. He would make his way over to them, relieved to find someone familiar, and strike up conversations.
"Most humble apologies for intruding. I overheard the two of you gentlemen and thought i might try to join in your conversation?"
He would turn to the lady in red.
"You look exquisite my dear! May i receive the pleasure of hearing your name? I am Gerard, at your service."
He would take a bow. and offer a hand, hoping she would know he was going to kiss her hand.
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Post by Melanie Rose on May 27, 2015 12:41:30 GMT -5
Melanie looked around asd more people flocked to Vivi. She turned to leave as Bianca showed up. She decided to stay to make sure she wouldn't try anything again. ((OOC: Ref. 'Girl's Locker Room' Thread))
If Bianca left as innocently as she came, Melanie would retreat to the side and take a seat. She didn't know how to dance and also didn't know many people here. She would sip at the cup of punch she had, looking around the gym when she spotted the pillar... what was his name? Shuget? Something like that. Maybe she should go and say hi. She never did get to thak him for helping her in the alley that one time...
She would finish her cup and go to grab two more. Taking a deep breath she would head for Shuget and offer him a cup.
"Hey, I don't know if you remember me, but you kinda saved me from a band of thugs in an alley on the way to school a couple months back. I just wanted to say thanks. My name is Melanie Rose. It's nice to meet you."
Melanie would offer her hand after he took a cup.
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on May 27, 2015 16:52:31 GMT -5
i wish i was next to you ------ EVEN IN A CROWD I FEEL ALONE
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"Jacket..."
I let her take the lead, feeling her squeezing my hand. I followed the green haired girl as she took me to the dance floor. She told me to dance with whoever I wanted... But how was I supposed to tell her the only person I wanted to dance with was her? Would it have been selfish of me? After all, she had this entire dance to run.
"I... don't dance. I'll stay if that's what you want me to do. At least until the votes are tallied."
I kept up the forced smile as I spoke to Jacket in a hushed tone. I couldn't get myself to do anymore than that at this point. It was then that I heard another voice. A girl... a red haired one? She seemed familiar. I only realized who it was after she jogged my memory. I put up another fake smile, taking the drink. Before I could shake her hand... I realized I was still holding Jacket's hand.
"Sorry..."
I turned my head towards Jacket and mumbled my apology rather sheepishly. I was a little red as I let go of Jacket's hand and switched the cup to my left hand. I extended my right hand to meet Melanie's shaking it slowly.
"I remember. I'm Shugo Yuy. Have you been doing okay since then?"
I retracted my hand, switching the cup back to my right hand. I would bring it up to my lips before taking a drink. The punch was good... Really good actually. I hadn't really drank or eaten anything all day so it was a good refreshment. Jacket had mentioned she was making it herself before.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2015 17:06:12 GMT -5
Lachlan had drank a lot of the punch, he soon began to get that feeling he got after he drank beer with his dad. Someone had put something in the punch! Lachlan wasn't very concerned but just wanted to get home. Lachlan exited the gym and texted his uncle, "Come pick me up." few moments later he said he'd be there and Lachlan left the school.
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Post by Kai Young-Jae Kim on May 27, 2015 20:26:56 GMT -5
Kai sees Gerard introducing himself again. Kai was suddenly excited now that he met a good friend from the candy store. "WOOOOOW!! IT'S GIANT GUY!! HEY DUDE!!" Kai waves at Gerard excitedly. He then gives Gerard a smile of embarrassment. "Ohh, by the way, do you know what to do here?? I'm not used to these things..."
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Post by jieun on May 27, 2015 20:55:20 GMT -5
Claire was deciding on whether to leave or not until she saw the one kid who paralyzed the Berserker that one time. Now that she sees him, he looked pretty short in height, but a large heart inside. Claire decided to just see who he really is through a general conversation. After saying hello, Claire tried her best to recover since the kid already saw through her emotion. "Yeah, I'm okay now. Do you know what to do here?? I'm not accustomed to parties. In fact, I've never really been to a party really."
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Post by Adara Butler on May 27, 2015 21:21:25 GMT -5
It was only a few seconds after she had said it when Adara began to regret asking the guys if they wanted to dance. She realized it'd be incredibly awkward for her, considering she really didn't know how to dance.
Then, Teufel appeared, and Adara was both surprised and happy to see the little guy's face. However, this only made her feel more embarrassed, because she was not the type of person to get excited when she saw familiar face. What the heck is up with me tonight? Instead, she put on her usual "poker face" and nodded to Teufel. "Hey kid," she said to him, nodding her head. She noticed the lights in his antlers and suppressed a light smirk.
Aaand then more people. Another guy approached the group, and as Adara noticed him she didn't seem to catch Kyou slipping away. She had to tilt her head to one side curiously as he talked to Anthem, then turned to her.
She looked exquisite? This guy had definitely been drinking too much of the punch. She watched him take her hand, but instead of perhaps yanking it away from him and landing him a swift round-house kick to the chest, Adara allowed him to kiss it. She was a bit too dumbfounded to really do anything.
He asked for her name.
"Uh, A-Adara. Adara Butler," she stammered.
Since when did she stammer!? She knew her own name! What was this!?
I think this is the first and last time I'll go to a dance.
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Post by Vivi Perish on May 27, 2015 21:22:00 GMT -5
i will break the spell you put on me | everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me |
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Vivi downed a few more glasses of the punch, doing her best to look at least a bit dignified as she did so—she wasn’t guzzling it to be sure—but anyone who looked hard enough would be able to tell she wasn’t sure of herself, in spite of the show of confidence she attempted to uphold. Lowering her glass, Vivi furrowed her brow in concern when the short glasses wearing boy decided to leave. He must’ve felt uncomfortable or something.
“Later, Koyabashai,” she lifted a few fingers in farewell, still saying his name wrong, although not on purpose. Her attention was once more diverted when the pudgy little pink haired girl Sirynn coming waltzing in. What in the…
As she watched, she didn’t notice Tempus slipping off, or that there seemed to be a lot of people wanting to talk to her. Vivi simply figured they were checking up on her due to her coughing fit—which probably was the case. Vivi broke her gaze away and suddenly felt light headed, like her brains had been replaced with cotton.
She swayed to the side, and would’ve undoubtedly fallen again if she was still wearing those ridiculous shoes. The violet haired girl caught herself, and her indigo eyes seemed to fill with a sense of confusion. Why was everyone dressed so funny…? Why was she wearing this weird dress… and why was that pink haired girl wearing food, and why was that green haired girl wearing a multicolored turd? Laughter rose in her throat, but she attempted to subdue it. Why did everything seem so... funny?
“Uhh…” she set down her glass and massaged her temples for a moment before looking up at the air-born teacher Arose Yamato, “Look… a dead bird!”
She squinted at the balloons.
“Are those skittles…?” she murmured, "The skittles are coming!"
Until today, Vivi had never consumed alcohol, although on this incident it was an accident. So much for being a voice of reason.
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