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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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The God of Wine. (Cereza/Open)
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 31, 2014 11:05:01 GMT -5
While it wasn't often that Steven went out and bough drinks for himself, the other day's attempt at drinking had been interrupted, first by someone he didn't mind and the Allen joining them. Then only to be followed by the school captain. Today meeting him at school had been interesting to say the least. Even so Steven was glad to be out of school at last.
His feet had taken him to a small bar. It was more up class then most, a gem of a place closeted away from the main streets. The only reason he would get away drinking there without a fake ID was because his older cousin had brought him in the pass. Steven would approach the bar, and pay way to much for a double whiskey and coke, hold the ice.
It was still pretty early, but Steven planned to make a night of it after all, it was new years eve after all, and a quiet night drinking the time away sounded god. Steven would sit at the bar and drink slowly and peacefully. Under the watch of the god the place was name after. 'Bacchus' If the old god existed then new year a time of drinking the world over would indeed be looking down on them. Steven would occasional finish his drink, and even less often look up to the ring of the door behind him as people, as few as they were joined.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Dec 31, 2014 12:28:13 GMT -5
--- Good ol' Dionysus or Bacchus if you wanted to call him by his Roman name. Seemed like if there was any god you wanted around you during a party he was the one. Or at least so goes the old stories. The past few days have been more or less eventful. Met a few people. Had her hat stepped on. That, that was the worse day ever! It was a very sad moment. No one had ever stepped on her precious hat before. Nevertheless it was done and over with. She spent countless hours cleaning it and bringing it back to perfection. So perfect one couldn't tell that anything had ever happened to it. Maybe it was a magic hat!
--- Alas it was New Years Eve. A new year meant a fresh new start right? But not for the one that stepped on her hat. No she wasn't forgiving him until hell froze over and that was highly unlikely to happen. Right now out of sight out of mind. Her signature white hat was back on her head, most of her hair tucked in with some thick pieces sticking out as usual. The illusion of short hair. She drove around in her mustang for a bit staying away from the main streets because of how crowded it was going to be that night. She hadn't really decided what she wanted to do other than she certainly wanted a little fun. A little thrill. What was the point of celebrating if it was going to be a bore. Pulling up on one of the off streets she noticed a few patrons going into a little bar. Now for all purposes she could go to her regular spot and not have a problem or she could try something new. Try something new it was. Sure Cereza owned a fake ID a good one at that considering the work her uncle did, but it helped that she very much looked a little older than her age. The white suit attire only added to her mature charm.
--- She parked and got out with grace. Her jacket was open as was the cream button down which revealed the black tank top underneath. Brushing herself off a little she would stroll in with the rest of the crowd. The place was rather smaller than what she was used to but it was still doable. There was a small unoccupied area that could be used for a little dancing. Her grey hues scanned the area a little and she shook her head.
~Yeah no this place needs a little living up if I'ma be here.~
--- Her uncle called her the White Rabbit. By the looks of her she very much was. She stood out against the crowd with ease as she slithered her way over to the jukebox. Putting in a coin how could she resist putting on a classic from a badass lady. As the music blared out, Cereza's head with nod to it a little as she closed her eyes and her hips followed suit. The white rabbit trailed from the jukebox to the empty spot she eyed a few trying to coach them to follow suit. Like a typical white rabbit trying to lead them from their norm.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 31, 2014 12:47:29 GMT -5
Steven would look up once again as someelse arrived on the scene. The impeccable dress sense making an impression. Even so Steven would return to his drink but not for long. Suddenly the music would change and Steven would smirk. Not what he had expected some one to put on but not unwelcome. Steven would look over to the dancing girl and see her trying to others to dance as well.
"Why not. Another please and whatever she orders." Steven would mutter to himself at first before speaking up to the barkeep. Slamming back the drink he had he would hand over a 20 before grabbing the drinks replacement and heading to the girl. "I can't think of a bettet day to let my hair down for once. Nice choice." Steven would saying pulling his hair free and joining her in dance.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Dec 31, 2014 13:37:53 GMT -5
--- Some patrons bobbed a little but still seemed a little too shy to join. One or two had managed to stand in place and shift a little to the tune. It just seemed like the typical song you would find at a simple bar. Besides Cereza's taste in music varied. She listened to that old school stuff too though judging by her looks many thought maybe she was more into the big band stuff, jazz or even Frank Sinatra. She loved the misconceptions she gave off. It was like a little game. Life was a game. You either win or lose. It was far more entertaining when you enjoyed every moment like it was your last. No need to live overly cautious. This showed in her fearlessness to take on the dance floor even if no one else would. Her confidence to be simply her apparent. No one could tell her anything. A voice echoed near as she turned towards the fellow without missing a beat. Rare grey hues watched as his locs cascaded down. He had a lot of hair, then again so did she but one wouldn't know. With a big smile she chuckled a little welcoming him into her world.
"There you go! Let loose! "
--- She spoke with a little pep in her voice. She purposely shook up his hair before she continued moving to the rhythm. Her back would turn towards him but not resting against him. Funny she hadn't even had a few drinks yet. But trust she really didn't need them to let loose. A few extra would finally ease their way in. Guess he gave them a little courage or maybe they had more liquid courage. Occasionally he would catch her glance over her shoulder. The side of her face with her lone beauty mark showing as she smirked.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 31, 2014 15:19:20 GMT -5
As the women in white turned and started to dance infront of him. Steven would find himself looking a little lower then he should, blushes and shaking his head to prevent the rude action, Steven hadsome liquid courage from the glass in his hand before getting more into the dance.
Steven steps weren't the grestest in the world, he was used to big actions like the way he fough. However he got into the flow with music, his head bobbying and feet moving with confident steps. When the lady looked round, if he was looking at the time, he would smile. Though he may have been mid step adding a raised arm and gulp from his glass as if it was a part of the dance.
After a little time passed Steven would lean in so that he didn't have to shout. "The man in black and the women in white. Though I feel the lady has more class then the gent hun." Steven would say with fun in his tone, the drink making his british accent and way of speaking was obvious. As well as the fact he was maybe a little tipsy.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Dec 31, 2014 18:11:14 GMT -5
--- Soon enough she'd turn back around and watch him finally fall into some kind of flow to the beat. Not everyone was a good dancer. But he found his place and began to let himself go a bit more. Noting the drink within his grasp, liquid courage was probably his best option to keep up with her natural high. She smiled listening to his words and hearing his accent. She enjoyed listening to guys with accents. All the different textures in each of their tones. Maybe she was weird to find it intriguing to listen to. She didn't hopelessly fall for them like most girls who probably melted at it. The song at changed to something a little more up tempo but not too crazy fast. As she was about to speak she felt a hand on the left side of her hip.
--- She didn't like to just be touched randomly like that. Cereza didn't turn around to acknowledge the man. However keeping in rhythm with the new song she gave a quick short stomp onto his foot as if it was part of her dance and then spun gracefully to the other side of her initial dance partner. Who was now placed between her and the man hopping on one foot thriving in some pain.
"Ah don't short change yourself. You aren't doing so bad. Besides who cares if you'll look like I fool, I don't anyone here will remember. Let alone yourself if you keep knocking them back. "
--- Yip she didn't even care about the previous guy nor pretended that she did anything or nothing.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 31, 2014 19:06:17 GMT -5
While Steven was slightly tipsy, he wasn't blind and he would indeed notice her stamp on the guys foot before spinning round him in order to use him as a barrier. He would raise a eyebrow curiously but say nothing. She obviously had a reason and Steven could assume a few different thing that would lead her to the course of action. Well Steven had no problem as being used to separate her from the in pain guy. Steven would smile at her words however. He didn't care what others though of him but... "I wish I forgot I always remember the stupid stuff I've done when drunk as rare as that may be." Steven would reply.
He would then quickly knock back and finish the drink he had in his hand, and place the glass on the floor at his feet, before with placing his foot on the glass, push it so it slide away from the make shift dance floor and stop before smashing into the far wall. He would pick it up later, but right now he didn't feel like breaking off the dance. With the new song tempo and the last of what he would drink for now, Steven confidence would grow. It wasn't the same as the way he fought the dance like style he knew well, but it meant he had a natural rhythm. "Planning to show this place how to ring in the new year. Cause I certainly need someone to get me up for it, and if I'm gonna dance, should be with someone with such natural energy." Steven would say, wondering if the women had been drinking else where before coming here, to be so hyper. Steven would grin, stretch his arms out and continue to dance with her.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 1, 2015 21:19:11 GMT -5
--- Yes in some ways he was being used as a barrier of sorts but don't get her wrong, she probably wasn't going to let him take the brunt. Or was she? Maybe who knew really. Well she knew. As she danced away she eyed the man hobble away towards a chair. Yeah he would need to take a seat she had stomped pretty hard and made sure it was just on the outside so she got the toes perfectly.
"Then you have your own gag reel."
--- She joked about him remembering those moments. That liquid courage as growing indeed. She smiled as she shimmed and spun. Coming close to him on his right and giving him a little bump with her hip. Cereza always had a natural supply of energy, it just depended on when she felt like using it. Felt like letting it loose. She didn't need a drink to party, but one would be nice nevertheless.
"Somebody has to. All you seem like you were just gonna sulk and drown the night in liquor. Probably babbling about your woes. But now when you say 'get you up' makes me wonder what you're referring to."
--- Cereza spoke nonchalantly in her innuendo of a joke. Of course she knew what he meant but it could've been taken anyway and maybe she wanted to see if he'd either blush or have a witty comeback.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 1, 2015 21:37:31 GMT -5
Steven would stagger slightly at the hip bump not having expected her to get so close, but not complaining as he moved back into step with her. Though he had to stop himself thinking of the gag reel of moments in his life, as she had so adequately put it. Forget the pass, it new years enjoy the moment.
To her comment however, while she wonder how he would respond, with a blush or a comeback. She would not get one or the other but both. He would indeed blush at the innuendo, but he was use to them to certain extent. "Oh it's not that easy to get a rise out of me hun, but the night is young." Steven would snap back. Slightly blunter then he would normally speak but that was the alcohol talking, especially when a pretty lady starts throwing around sexual innuendo.
"Though I wasn't gonna drown in the drink, maybe just swim a little." Steven would add jokingly, to her comments on what the patrons would have been doing had she not shown up. Steven would then try and lead her in the dance into a spin, which was hard to do without touching her but he did it by more of suggestion with the movement of his arm rather then take her hand. He didn't want to get a broken toe after all.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 1, 2015 22:28:21 GMT -5
--- Indeed forget the past. That is what it was all about wasn't it? Letting go. Moving forward. Making resolutions that more than likely 95% of the populace wasn't gonna keep anyways. Since her brother's assault; she would never call it an accident; she had one resolution only. To find who did it. It was always in the deepest parts of her mind but she couldn't let it overly surface cause it would probably consume her in the worst way possible. Tonight it was not a thought. Some might call that cruel. Some might say she didn't truly care. So long as they didn't say it to her face they were safe from harm.
--- So it was two for the price of one. She chuckled as he blushed and blurted out his first thought. Blunt and to the point. Cereza couldn't fault him on that. She started it to begin with. So funny her bluntness. Her unafraid nature of speaking her mind no matter what it was gave so many different vibes about her. Often she was called a tease cause she didn't follow through. She wasn't that type of girl that her appearance gave off.
"Likewise."
--- See like things like that. And she winked to top it off. Oh wells. All in good fun. She noted his motion and caution. He had his reasoning cause she gave him one. The difference was the other guy wasn't invited to the party and was imposing himself without even speaking first. Taking his hand she would allow him to lead her in a spin, if he didn't let go she would keep her hand in his. If he had she would continue in rhythm. The guy from earlier still seemed to be getting his bearings. Drunk and pain, bad combination. The pain usually seemed to last longer than should. Oh wells, his fault.
"Well trying to get all fancy on me now hm? Guess I'ma have to keep up with you now."
--- She would joke and stroke his ego a little.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 1, 2015 22:41:00 GMT -5
As she took his hand, Steven had to feel sorry for the other guy. Not much, because he had been an ass, but more due to the feeling the being rejected so harshly and then see another man dance with the girl he had tried it on with. It wouldn't do much for a guy's ego. While she was certainly having effect on his own.
Girls wasn't something Steven usually focused on, he lack any real experience, ergo the frequent blushing when girls made comments of a certain nature. But he could understand guys that seemed to pursue them. He normally felt quite in control, but hormones would get the best of any man. Like she said though, Steven would indeed take thing up a notch, not letting go of her hands. She had brought the dance, and he would make them own the floor.
"Sadly the most fancy stuff I can do, are moves only I can do." Steven would reply, knowing that he couldn't really go off showing off, with back flips and like into his dance and still remain dancing with her. "Maybe after a drink, and if I can pull stuff off still. Then we'll see fancy." Steven would add on, it wouldn't have occurred to him the dancing aspect of his move, had it not been for someone at school. He might as well try and milk them later in the night for what they were worth.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 1, 2015 23:16:15 GMT -5
--- Sometimes guys needed to be put into their place. Sometimes they needed to understand a girl wasn't just going to allow them to touch just because of the setting. Some just had to learn the hard way and by her standards that was child's play. Whether the stomp was hard or not she could've done far worse. She could've hit him in the balls or downed him for the rest of the night. It probably wouldn't have been so hard. It's funny because Cereza kinda liked the take charge types but there were limitations still. Sure people wanted what they wanted and she couldn't blame them for bluntly going forward but no is no. Not interested means not interested. Ok well she didn't say something first, she just reacted but hey her point got across no? She had no remorse for it and if it wasn't apparent by now well..
--- Speaking of drinks, Cereza still hadn't had one yet. But for now he still held her hands as she grooved. He peaked her interest and she wanted to see this move he spoke of. Believe it or not the dance floor had grown just a little wider by those that joined and had pushed some tables out the way. Speaking of tables about one or two were occupied with a male standing on top drunk dancing and occasionally shouting. Hey it was expected eventually, glad she could be of service to get people to let loose. And The White Rabbit leads them to Wonderland. Down down the rabbit hole. Deep into a world of unknown.
"Well now you're gonna have to show me. But how about a drink for me? You swim I'll paddle."
--- Making a little joke to his previous statement. She could hold her liquor well but that's also because she never went beyond what she knew wouldn't put her into a stupor. Besides she was driving. Had to drink responsibly no? Playfully she would spin him in a half turn so he was facing the bar. She'd ruffle his hair again and give a little pat on his butt to move him along while she went back to being a smooth criminal with a laugh. She didn't care what type of drink he brought back.
"Giddy up."
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 1, 2015 23:25:09 GMT -5
Luckily for Steven she would have turned him round before she patted him on the butt. Getting a much bigger blush then the previous one, good for him that she didn't get to see. He would go forth as instructed however, amused at her flipping his own comment back at him. He would make sure to grab the glass from before, taking it with him to the bar.
Steven would place the glass down before getting the bar man's attention. Ordering himself another whiskey and coke, a single this time as to not get drunk to fast. As well as getting her a vodka and coke. Also a single as he didn't want to seem like he was trying to get her drunk. He would return to the dance floor, a glass in each hand and hold her's out for her to take. "Vodka and Coke okay?" He would ask as she took it. Taking a sip from his glass.
Slightly more confident that his attentions would be spurned, he would then take her free hand with his. Moving them into a slower dance that while probably didn't fit the music would be one that allowed them to be slightly closer and also not spill there drinks while doing so.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 1, 2015 23:51:37 GMT -5
--- What would her brother, Kegan, be thinking right about now watching her? Honestly for one he'd probably be laughing at her partners constant blushing, though she didn't see that last one. Secondly he'd probably find his own little partner for the night. Thirdly he'd probably mentally be scolding her for leading him on. Upon his return she would smile accepting the drink with a nod.
"Perfect."
--- Taking the drink she'd take a sip just as she felt his hand on hers. There's was a moment that would go unnoticed that she almost flinched. Reasoning being was that she wasn't looking when he had so it could've been anyone. Thankfully she was a quick thinker and fast with her reflexes to make it so it never happened. Pulling her into a slower dance, Cereza accepted the closer proximity and change of pace. The music might not have matched during the initial start but it seemed to naturally adjust changing to something of a slower flow. Just enough that people still stayed to move along. Those grey's stared at him not purposely being alluring but it tended to happen, depended on the individual anyways. She smirked through another sip before speaking.
"So.. let's see what am I going to call you for the rest of the night hm?"
--- The one thing they hadn't established was names. Meanwhile the guy from earlier seemed to finally be coming around a little. He wasn't a happy camper. But hey she could take care of herself if he tried something again. Those knuckle gloves she wore weren't just part of the fashion.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 2, 2015 0:04:10 GMT -5
Steven wouldn't have noticed the flinch as he took her hand. Though would smile as the music seemed to adapt to the mood and rhythm of the dance. It was then that she asked his name and Steven almost tried to slap himself in the forehead with his drink, but manage to stop himself from doing so.
"How rude of me. I'm Rosett. Charmed to meet you." He would introduce himself later then he felt he should of done, with a smirk. "And what shall I call the lovely lady dancing with me I wonder?" He would ask in return.
As he asked and they danced, he would notice the guy out of the corner of his eye. Turning there dance so that he could keep an eye on him over her shoulder. If he was going to cause trouble Steven would see it coming. He would never reach the girl in his arms if he dared try.
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