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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 Deleted on May 28, 2015 15:09:57 GMT -5
Lyric let out a deep sigh. This was the fifth time he'd gotten lost on his way to the apartment door, and it was only on the first floor, so he wasn't entirely sure how he'd screwed that up so badly. Then again, directions were never his forte to start with, so maybe it shouldn't have been such a surprise.
The roommate thing was new to him, and he was a little shocked that the girl had accepted his offer. Hisae was her name, he remembered.
Having an opposite gender stranger as a roommate wasn't likely to appeal to most people. Unfortunately, Lyric himself hadn't had much of a choice. Renting a place on his own would definitely cost a lot, and his parents weren't exactly throwing the cash at him. Therapists, sure, but even that steady stream was lessening as they slowly gave up on him.
Wow, that thought was kind of depressing.
Anyway, the thought of living with another student was a concern for Lyric as well. He wasn't sure what to expect; the new school was literally built for violence, and Lyric had a very nice intention of avoiding any broken limbs his first week there, at least. Breaking something before his first day even started would be pretty ridiculous. It wasn't certain that his new roommate would be so aggressive, so perhaps he'd get lucky. Hisae's online request for a roommate hadn't exactly screamed "serial killer" at Lyric, but it hadn't given him a real idea of her personality, either.
Lyric continued to wonder about the violent tendencies of his future flatmate but was interrupted by the presence of a wall he'd so gracefully walked into.
Again.
Being half blind sure had it's perks, otherwise he never could have managed to know so many walls on such an intimate level.
Lyric took a few steps back and examined the wall's uninteresting eyesore of a floral pattern before his gaze shifted to a new door a couple feet away.
Room 108?
He'd be damned. That was exactly where he was looking for. Maybe the half-blind thing did have some perks after all.
Lyric took a few steps forward and knocked on the door, the ivory paint peeling slightly under his touch. The wood gave a sound echo, but after a few moments of silence he began to wonder if this was the right place after all.
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Post by Hɪsᴀᴇ Yᴜʏ on Jun 1, 2015 23:56:13 GMT -5
Ｈｉｓａｅ Ｙｕｙ In order to rearrange the furniture, she had endeavored an entire Sunday afternoon to place herself against one of the most immense challenges: to physically apply herself and exert the effort to...clean.
Every.
Single.
Fucking.
Room.
Of the insufferable, but lovable apartment that had received her heart after her cerulean eyes came to love the gleam of the river that flowed in green splendor behind the glass doors. Grand designs and wooden walls came to shape the rooms of her purchase, along with elaborate curtains that shield its inhabitants from the cruel light of solar rays. The furniture was extravagant; by no means did it hint at the existence of poverty that possibly hid behind her elegant stature. When love at first sight came into one's life, it tended to take control of everything that came with it. Love became her drive, her passion, and--
This was such a joke, because none of that could even soften the actual truth of her pathetic apartment.
In fact, the relationship she shared with her apartment was not one of senseless and mad love.
No, it was one of basic necessity and a temporary shelter she was to hole herself in until she developed a stable income to either improve or move out of it through her own means. Because there was nothing about the rooms she sought refuge in, to be remotely pleasing except the mere reminder that it was the only thing that separated herself from a homeless person. Despite, its vexing and pest-infested corners, she did have to treat it with special care as if it was thriving on the living expenses of her Aunt's cash..and she owed her aunt.
With so, so much more than Hisae, herself, who was about as dependent as a newborn when it came to finances and...some emotional issues.
Hisae hated her weakness.
However, she was also an absent-minded ditz (so, she often thought of herself) when it came to social matters and if she couldn't have the selfishness to burden her aunt, then..she'll just have to turn to another option. For that option, it was slightly hypocritical and required some apathy on her part, but she definitely felt a lot less remorse for it. If this measure didn't work either, then she'll find another way. Though, it would be a disappointment if it ended in failure because she felt the prospect would have a good chance of..being an enriching experience.
....Or a fatal death and then she hoped one of her friends could mail her will to her older brothers soon.
Plan the funeral party already, guys! she thought morbidly for a minute. Wisps of dust were collected by the feather duster and she sighed in relief as she had managed to desolate the last remains of filth in the rooms. Then, right on time, a distinct sound came tapping upon the ivory texture of her door that must have been peeling off as it was being touched.
Knock, knock.
The person she had been preparing for had arrived and her head snapped up to survey the first room for a minute for any more imperfections that she might overlooked, before deeming it presentable. She hurriedly opened the window, and shook her feather duster into thin air before slamming the window shut. She felt sudden dismay at the horrid view outside, and thought of the earlier illusion of a beautiful landscape behind her apartment. However, that feeling faded and the blunette waved away the ideal image with some acceptance to her action.
She'll just cover it up later with a cute wallpaper of...dragons, maybe.
Red, preferably.
Skin met metal in her brief moment of deliberation, a small hand twisting the knob with ease but she cringed slightly at the creak that resounded in response to her touch. Slowly..Hisae opened the door..the slight breeze of the wind caused wisps of blue to caress her face and her turquoise pads securely clung to her cheeks. She smiled slightly, not sure what to expect of her room-mate, except that they had an undeniable beauty that she was.. a little intimidated by. Also, the comments they sent to her online request well..sent her a good vibe about the female, and although, it was impulsive, she acted on her feelings. So..without further ado, she looked up at her guest with round eyes and said her first words that came out naturally.
"Hi Lyric..!..Gelato..Um."
Gelato.
I think that's how you pronounce "Angelo".
She completely forgot the numerous notes held by sheep magnets on the fridge that not only reminded her of her roommate's arrival, but also..the pronunciation of 'her' last name.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 9:45:31 GMT -5
The door finally opened, emitting a loud creak, and Lyric was suddenly face to face with a twelve year old.
At least, he thought she was twelve.
Lyric had never exactly been tall (or even average) to begin with, but the girl before him now was half a foot shorter, had a bit of baby fat on her cheeks, and looked at Lyric with wide, sky blue eyes that gave her an even more youthful appearance. There were two things that looked like band-aids on her cheeks, and Lyric briefly wondered how she’d hurt herself. He wouldn’t be that surprised if it was from people pinching her face or something like he’d seen happen to people with cheeks like that.
What took him another moment to notice in his surprise was her bright, candy-blue hair. It was very pretty, but the sight had also caught Lyric off guard.
This can’t be Hisae, right? She said she was sixteen. This has to be her little sister or something.
It was possible Hisae had lied about her age, but she couldn’t be that much younger if she was in the high school with him. Not only that, but the comments that Hisae had sent Lyric gave him a good enough vibe that he was reasonably sure she wasn’t lying about that.
Yeah, probably her sister.
For a moment the two just stared at each other, which would have been creepy in most situations but was understandable here. Or maybe it was just as creepy and awkward here, too. Lyric was considering saying something to fill the silence, even just a “hello”, when the girl spoke.
"Hi Lyric..!..Gelato..Um."
Gelato?...Is she trying to offer me food?
Lyric tucked a strand of his long-ish hair behind one ear as he spoke.
“No thanks, I’m good. Is Hisae here?”
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Post by Hɪsᴀᴇ Yᴜʏ on Jun 2, 2015 20:49:54 GMT -5
Ｈｉｓａｅ Ｙｕｙ Close, but we're not together.
That was her first thought at this meeting between her and Lyric Angelo, who seemed to be more instilled by the fixation of her youthful countenance. She merely penetrated 'her' stare with her own, however, because this was not the first time nor the last, where others have noted her being to be strange. As if she was the living insult to time, itself, the way her facial expression was unmarred by the effects of aging-- well, none that were visible on her anyway, and how she retained an atmosphere of serene innocence that could tranquilize the savagery of even the most bitterest brutes. Or at least, that's how it seemed in most of her interactions, for hearts that could hold a kindle of strength to allay their own suffering. This led to her being sought out like a novelty held above all, but once they tried to reach her, she would immediately recoil in cold acknowledgment at their persistent advances. She was nothing like how they mistaken her for, if anything she was ferocious and if provoked, could strike with disturbing precision.
This moment after she had spoken her greetings out to the strange beauty in front of her, her cerulean eyes searched 'her' golden eyes that dimly reminded her one of a tawny-coated cat with the way 'her' sharpened irises seemed to hold the blunette's unclear ones. There was a faint urge to frown, however, as she realized 'her' emotions weren't very distinct on 'her' facial expression and by this time, she would be merely guessing from this vague first impression that seemed to become tinctured with awkwardness. She also realized that 'her' misunderstood a part of her greeting as 'she' answered it..oddly.
“No thanks, I’m good. Is Hisae here?” 'her' tone was nonchalant at best, but from the look of 'her' slow hair-fixing gesture, 'she' seemed to be at a loss for words. Why? she wondered. The calm and observant part of her reminded her that she was standing in front of 'her', not very distant but far enough for their clothes-- neat and coordinated v.s. messy and simple attire. She didn't even quite know the blonde-haired girl in front of her to really gauge her thoughts either, which became less of a frustration and piquing into one of interest.
Upon his question, though, she was almost baffled and almost went into another bout of an existential crisis. Of course, I'm here, I'm standing in front of you, are you saying you can't see me? Instead of allowing it to sink in, however, the corners of her lips slid to a smooth curve and her right slipper effortlessly moved to the side to allow the internal visual of her apartment rooms to show.
"Yup! Call me Hisé," she answered, maintaining a blithe tone in her manner of speech as she secretly regarded the girl in front of her with wariness. She didn't sense any hostility, yet there was a stone that seemed to be crushed onto her chest as if she was missing something very important that was carefully entwined with her situation. With little time to figure it out and with an elaborate sweep of her scarred hands, however, she smiled at her new room-mate. Hoping that the cordial welcome would bring 'her' in, she went on to say, "Please come in?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2015 14:03:57 GMT -5
It was another long moment before the girl replied.
"Yup! Call me Hisé," she answered casually.
So this is Hisae? Oh, she must be one of those people who looks younger than she is. She sounds like she’s used to the mix-up, at least.
Wait, she wants me to call her “Hissy”? ...Each to their own, I guess.
"Please come in?" she spoke again, her voice still holding it’s carefree tone.
With a nod, Lyric stepped through the doorway. A glance around the apartment proved how clean it was, thankfully, but the warm vibe of a home was still out of reach. Maybe Hisae hadn’t lived there very long?
Lyric figured he should say something, but tiredness was starting to dull the edge of his thoughts. He found himself rubbing his eyes as he stepped further into the apartment.
“You already know my name’s Lyric, but you can just call me Angelo.”
His first name had never been a real source of fondness for Lyric, and not because he couldn’t sing. He couldn’t, but his actual reason was the almost-constant gender confusion it gave people about him, especially paired with his appearance.
Though Lyric had never thought he looked like a girl, a good amount of people were unsure of his gender at first glance (and second, and third) because apparently his hair had grown a little long over the years. And most people, when unsure of someone else’s gender (like Lyric's) would try to figure out that person’s name for clarification. Usually the discovery of that name would end with triumphant thoughts like: “Aha! ‘John’, I knew it all along.” Or “Jasmine? Nailed it!”
“Lyric” was gender neutral, but for most people it confirmed their suspicions that he was female, and Lyric would have to either explain ("no, really, I'm a guy") or ignore the confusion. And although that wasn’t really the name’s fault, the blonde still felt a vague sense of dislike over the annoyance it had become, and he wondered why his parents had chosen it to begin with.
They couldn’t just name me Nathan. Or Eric. No, they had to channel their inner-hippy and-
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Shit, did I really just zone out thinking about names?
It seemed his need for rest was more serious than he’d thought.
The majority of Lyric’s hair had been tied back in a messy ponytail (okay, maybe my hair has gotten a bit long) before he came, so he took a few seconds to untie it as he spoke.
“Hissy, I’m kind of tired. Mind if I sit down?” he asked, weariness softening his tone.
Lyric wasn’t sure why he should ask to sit down in what was technically his own home, but it felt like the right thing to say.
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Post by Hɪsᴀᴇ Yᴜʏ on Jun 6, 2015 16:46:29 GMT -5
Ｈｉｓａｅ Ｙｕｙ “Hissy, I’m kind of tired. Mind if I sit down?” 'she' asked as she was still mulling over the unknown crux of this first meeting. She felt that there was an impish creature in front of her, flaunting the obvious in her face as if to mock her for being so daft, and she didn't even know whether to feel angered or plainly confused. There was no way she could ask Lyric, however, when she herself, didn't know how the feeling came to be except that it was there, they just didn't know why. Hisae doubted that the taller one could read her mind, but if 'she' could, then--
Wait..
"Hissy? He-say," she enunciated slowly, pressing more of her eloquent tone on the 'He-say' part. She was still mildly distracted by her sentiments, but she walked with the forethought of one who wasn't. She gave out her hand to place quietly on the couch, the only gift of God this filthy chamber could ever offer them. It was leather with a few personal additions of pillows, plushies, and a warm Digimon blanket that she bundled herself in, whenever she watched T.V. One that she could barely afford electricity for, but if her theory proved to be correct, that issue would be out of the way.
"You're also welcome to."
She turned her face to him, scrutinizing 'her' features with eyes that seemed to fade into the shadows that surrounded them. There was still the winsome smile she maintained, but now it was more placid than warm. The blue-haired girl took a moment to note that exhaust seemed to become quite apparent the moment 'she' entered their apartment, and..that wasn't good at all. Especially, if she needed 'her' to be awake and at full energy to spare later..
"Wanna drink as well, Lyric?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2015 19:11:30 GMT -5
Lyric only half heard what Hisae said as he turned a deaf ear to her, literally, so he could see the living-room again.
"...He-say...."
He says what? And who is "he"?
The blue-haired girl stepped towards a leather couch neatly covered liberally in blankets and pillows.
"You're also welcome to."
Relieved, Lyric stepped forward himself and took a seat, bundling himself with a soft Pikachu blanket near him. He noticed a Digimon blanket nearby, topping the pile of blankets to his left.
Wow, she must really like card games.
"Wanna drink as well, Lyric?"
He took a minute to reply, giving a quiet yawn before he spoke.
"Sure. Anything's fine."
An unpleasant itch on his chest reminded him of the broken button on his shirt, which he'd nearly forgot about. There was an old t-shirt in his backpack which he'd left by the door, but asking for directions to the bathroom just felt awkward. Then again, the meeting was already awkward so asking really couldn't hurt.
"Yo Hissy, where's the bathroom? I just need to change my shirt, since it's kind of uncomfortable."
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Post by Hɪsᴀᴇ Yᴜʏ on Jul 5, 2015 21:48:35 GMT -5
Ｈｉｓａｅ Ｙｕｙ "Sure. Anything's fine." 'she' responded to her with a flat tone, leading the girl to wonder if this talk on money-raising might be delayed due to the deep contrast in their energy levels. She still felt that uncomfortable feeling being built up in the center of her chest, but she pushed that feeling aside or a minute. Like always.
Tails of blue lowered and raised themselves as she nodded, her back turning to the kitchen to pour 'her' a glass of water. She supposed water would have been the perfect remedy for the girl's exhaustion, and it would pave the path to nourishment quite well, she supposed. There was a part of the blunette who sought to be considerate for the other, however, minuscule that part was, Hisae decided to at least pay attention to that. She was going to live with the girl for fuck's sakes, so might as well get on her good side.
She poked her cute little head above the counter of the small kitchen that she had.
"It's ready--" her breath caught on that sentence that hung gravely in the air like a guillotine that threatened to fall on top of their heads. It was from what the girl said and now, Hisae was staring at her intensely.
"Yo Hissy, where's the bathroom? I just need to change my shirt, since it's kind of uncomfortable."
Did she just call me 'Hissy', again?
Her eye twitched, cerulean hues gleaming in heavy contemplation.
No, no, it was a mistake, I'm sure.
"...Over there." she said finally after several heartbeats that skipped irregularly through the meadow of tarnished flowers that was her mood. "But, why not here?" she prompted that question to her last direction, the possibility of that confusing someone flying over her head.
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