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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 Matrix Loya on Jun 12, 2015 1:48:32 GMT -5
As Matrix cried over his brother he realized something strange. Besides their promise,this Basil did not have any video games with him. Rather odd at least since Basil always liked his entertainment.
Matrix would shake his head and then his vision would shift, making the world shift slightly. What was that then... Defensively thinking something was wrong he tried the weird pinching yourself thing to try and see if this was real. With no luck it failed, but as the doubt in his heart continued to grow, the illusion was getting less stable by the second. And so he just punched himself in the face.
Matrix blinks as he realizes he's been dreaming or something, whatever happened was not real to his relief. Now as he stood up, ignoring stares, he also heard screams of random people on the streets. Looking up he saw the helicopter falling. Sadly Matrix's intellect wasn't the greatest, but he debated he would try to evacuate people who were in harms way.
When the helicopter crashed, Matrix went to the ground to try and dodge most of the pieces of metal and gravel that would come from the crash. Yes, he would have something interesting to tell Basil tonight.
He rushed towards where the helicopter would fall and tried to usher some of the chaotic people away from the area working as quickly as possible. He knew he couldn't help everyone, but even just one is better then none.
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Post by jieun on Jun 12, 2015 18:46:55 GMT -5
Claire found herself in a room in the building that had elevators and doors. (No shit Claire...) Claire was suspicious about the elevators due to the scary movies where elevators tend to break down. Claire also doesn't trust the stairs either due to the scary and trippy movies where stairs tend to break down or swirl around and other stupid CG that the film makers can pull off. "Well... shit..." Claire finally decided to take the elevator to get to the rooftop. Once she's at the rooftop, Claire will attempt to find out who the instigator is.
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Post by Marcelis on Jun 14, 2015 9:50:36 GMT -5
**Seems like she was in the middle of calming down a young boy. Maybe he was lost from his parents, with all the carnage, he was stuck in a bad place considering the circumstances. Marcelis did hear the young woman speak about to him as she expressed her dismay of what surrounds her, Well considering she was in a middle of school brawl in one of their first meetings, he could understand her wary look. But then he gave a quizzical look as to what he heard. She been into something like this three or four times already? I mean this is a bit large scale compared to the "school house" riot. And if anyone had been in life and death situations, between the two for she doesn't know wouldn't scare her in her dreams. But that is a funny thing, he didn't fear for his life where he put himself in such dangers. That is not where his fears lie. Mostly a bolstering ego and the mental fortitude that carried him this far. But then again, people like him, and his peers tend to hide things deep, you never want to give anyone anything... Any leverage that can be used against you. Maybe, for him it was better that way. He shook his head lightly as he questioned himself, 'Why did I think that?' maybe 'Am I scared right now?' Well that would be half true and half false. But his thought was cut as he about to speak. "Well, I guess we can get the hell out of her-- What the hell?" **He heard a helicopter that was rather low to the specific building. And there he saw, a person seemingly almost shrouded in a darkness standing at the edge as the 'Copter hovered near. The nose of the machine seem to point out like a bloodhound finding a foxhole. Considering, he didn't know what to think of it, he couldn't help but to stare, the person's Aura was visible? That's not right, right? This is something he only heard of in Chinese Kung Fu and with Oriental traditions. The use of Qi, spiritual energy generated within the body and with mastery of it, you could do great things. Things unheard of in human existence. But what does this mysterious person to be here mean? Is the cause of this commotion can be done by just one person? Well the answer to that was met with said person throwing an object into the front windshield, shattering it as helicopter started to teeter to and foe in the air. Seems like he knocked out of killed the pilot and now it was coming down... Really bad. Marcelis yelled at he drove to his left rolling to car in which acted as a shield for him. He looked back, noticed The violin girl was already heading for a hiding place. "Wholly shit! Take cover!" **A crash happened, metal meeting rock and concrete, an explosion which cause the car to shake and fires aflame within the area. As Marcelis peered up, he saw the carnage as he looked around, the screams, the cries for help. And all he was thinking about was how the hell he was getting out of there. But as he was staring at the large flame, he saw something. He saw something, well someone coming out of the crash. His body without any type of restraint, walked around the car and started to walk closer to it. As he got closer, he felt the heat, but his face went white as he saw the person. Holding a dish in her hands, like a glass bowl, she was using mitts to hold as she smiled at him and spoke. "Its your favorite sweetie..." "No... no... M-mom?"
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jun 17, 2015 3:41:32 GMT -5
STR: ?? | DEX: ?? | CON: ?? | WIS: ?? | INT: ?? Like moths to a flame. Those on ground level attempted to save the law enforcement in the crashed aircraft. Black smoke ascended to the heavens so those drawn to do good deeds in frantic moments such as this better work with haste. Between the unconscious bodies, fastened belts, and tangled bodies, saving them all seemed almost impossible. But, with a little thinking and improvising, it was certainly possible. Time was of the essence.
Claire maneuvered through the dark business building. Despite being mostly dark throughout the building, she couldn't help but find herself moving around unconscious folks and nonsensical muttering souls due to the black haze pouring through the air vents. But she'd make it the roof unhampered...
"Like moths to a flame, huh?" ... "Twenty minutes is all I need." ... "Don't be late."
The cloaked figure turned around to face the girl, visage still completely masked by the shade created by the hood. Mid-turn, another helicopter zoomed around one of the taller buildings and fixated the bright search light back on the figure. However, this time they knew better than to approach with reckless abandon. But the Sentinel dismissed the roaring helicopter as if it wasn't even there. Slow steps carried the covered figure closer to the girl as he rose a gloved hand, fingers ready to wrap around her unsuspecting skull. To her, he probably resembled the fabled Grim Reaper. But in reality, he was no myth, he was the real deal.
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Post by Olivia on Jun 18, 2015 10:26:17 GMT -5
fear is life's only true opponent. only fear can defeat life. ▼ | * Olivia perked her brow at the little pink haired girl before her. Well wasn't she full of sass. Olivia could roll with that. In a crisis like this this squirt brought a smirk to the red heads face. Watching her antics caused her to chuckle placing her hands up in a stopping motion speaking through the scarf around her face.
"Heh alright you got it squirt."
* Suddenly something was off about the girl. The girl shivered and began looking about, this caused Olivia to glance about wondering what the girl was either looking for or had grabbed her attention. There was nothing that she could see in the immediate area that could cause the sudden brush of fear that seemed to wash over the younger girl. But then again everyone's fear was subjective wasn't it? The sound of a helicopter drawing nearer in a crashing matter drew her eyes upwards seeing this huge burning metal contraption falling in their surrounding area.
* The pink ball of sass grabbed Olivia and yanked her behind the car. Honestly she really had to hand it to the kid being super teeny but mighty. This shit was getting more crazier as time passed. The danger was starting to grow and that was kicking her survival instincts into high gear. She rose around the same time as the girl staring at the burning wreckage. It wasn't impossible for there to be survivors but that was situation based. Considering the height and the velocity with the fact it was burning long before impact Olivia highly doubted their survival. She looked down at the girl again whom she could see was stifling back tears. What was wrong? What suddenly changed? Before she knew it the girl took off.
"Hey! Wait!"
* Olivia reached a hand out wanting to grab the girl wanting to move herself till a voice rang out in her ears. A voice calling a particular name. She paused looking around for the source just like the ball of pink prior.
"Phoenix."
~Vik-Viktor? No. Viktor's dead.~
* There she saw him. She saw Viktor in that alley years ago where he lost his life trying to be the hero protecting her. He didn't deserve his fate. She had tried to save him but she was so young she couldn't handle that many people. He gave his life so she could live but it haunted her everyday. She saw his death and she died a little inside. This pink haired squirt she couldn't just let her run with reckless abandon into the fire. Why were people so keen on being heroic? Olivia could've left the girl but for some reason she couldn't. There was something making her want to protect the squirt. Maybe an air of familiarity. Maybe the sudden thought of Viktor flashing in her mind drew her to run towards the girl.
"Stop!"
* Olivia would dive at her and if she caught her she would twist so she herself landed on the ground and the on top of her. There she would hold the girl hopefully able to look her in the eyes as she spoke sternly almost like a scolding, concerned mother.
"Don't be stupid! You're going to get yourself killed! It's over for them ok?! You can't save everyone. Doing this won't change a thing unless the source is destroyed and even then there is always more."
~Fuck why did I say that? She's gonna wanna go after that figure the news talked about. Ugh, I can't blame her this shit needs to stop but...I should've let her go.~
* Olivia knew she made a small error in her words but all the same she was right. She knew the source needed to be stopped, she wasn't originally planning on going for it, but if this little pink squirt was going to go for it. Fine. She'd change her mind and go for it. Was it getting hotter? Maybe they should get a little more away from the heat of the downed copter.
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Post by Bianca "Reine" Lucani on Jun 18, 2015 11:55:53 GMT -5
Bianca looked at the wreckage in shock, turning to see Sirynn nearby. The pink haired girl...she seemed so familiar, and for more than because of her antics around the school. Like she'd known her from a period in her life that had long passed.
Scrambling to her feet, Bianca took a moment to regain her balance as she walked towards a nearby hardware store, ignoring the lingering voice of her brother and the death woes of her sister. It was a struggle to endure this. The voices told her she was alone. All that mattered to her was dead and she could do nothing to change it. Umbra's lifeless body flashed through her head as she died in Bianca's arms. Nero leaving to join Riot, and Bianca let him go without a second thought. Because he was the 'invincible Kaiser'... she had so many regrets surfacing.
"...fuck off..."
She muttered to the voices as she smashed the glass on the door in with her elbow, bringing her hand in to unlock it before opening it and going inside. She took a look around to see what her options were, hearing the other girl outside mention some 'source'. She would find and grab a pair of binoculars (which she would henceforth dub as Bianculars) and move to the window, looking outside to where the helicopter fell from. Searching more and more until... there! Some strange and enigmatic figure was standing far above them!
"So... just gotta kick the source in the ass."
She had no idea if this /thing/ was even strong. But she wouldn't sit around while some fuckboy screwed up her city. Grabbing a few bats, Bianca would quickly begin to hammer nails into them to create some nail bats. There were other weapons she'd like to try but they were short on time.
She ran outside to the others, carrying her bat in a sling and holding two others. Walking up to Sirynn and the girl restraining her, Bianca spoke.
"I'm gonna need ya to let the Kirby wannabe go. She's tougher than anyone I've ever seen and we're gonna need her. If we don't try to stop this now, then who will?"
If there was anything the Lucani valued, it was strength and potential. Sirynn possessed this, and a certain strength of heart to boot. Bianca would hold the bat out to Sirynn, tossing the other one to Olivia if she so desired.
"I dunno 'bout you guys, but I'm going up there." She stared at Sirynn. This was definitely that girl... "I'm gonna need what backup I can get."
She'd turn and begin to run towards the building this enemy was in. She'd have to be really careful for more weird shit.
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Post by ❤️ sirynn the hungry ❤️ on Jun 18, 2015 19:13:53 GMT -5
ON MY WAY 2 KICK UR BOOTY "oof!" she would fall to the ground when her redhead babe would tackle her. she would blink and stare up at her, the force of her tackle enough to knock the voice out of her head. at least for that moment.
"Don't be stupid! You're going to get yourself killed! It's over for them ok?! You can't save everyone. Doing this won't change a thing unless the source is destroyed and even then there is always more."
"eh? what source..." she would ask in confusion and look around, not really understanding why she was being yelled at. she was too busy in her own head to think that there was something, or rather someone causing everything. what kind of person could leak poop stink all over the city?
she heard someone else approaching and she turned her head to look. it was then that the girl she had... wait?! was that the girl she had shit on in her dream?! why was she dreaming about her in the past?! sure, she was a babe too... yeah. that must have been it. sirynn only dreamed of babes. and food.
"oh hey creepy pervert lady!!" sirynn would wave while under olivia, and grin at the weird girl. she would push the redhead off of her gently, and sit up. she would accept her new toy - a bat with nails.... nailed in it. cool!!! sirynn can smash now 8DDDD yassss :thumbsupemoji:
"I'm gonna need ya to let the Kirby wannabe go. She's tougher than anyone I've ever seen and we're gonna need her. If we don't try to stop this now, then who will?"
"JUST WHO U CALLIN A KIRBY WANNABE?! FEMALE DOGGIE, I AM KIRBY. AND HECK YEA AM I BARA!" she would huff, and stand up, trying to get all up in bianca's face. which wasn't that hard. since the other girl wasn't a huge ass giant like everyone else. but when the silver haired girl would speak, sirynn would step down and nod with mucho srs bsns. they had a job to do. they had to protect the people of the town, even if they were all just kids. if a perverted lady peeper like bianca could try to save the day, sirynn just knew she could. she had to. she would chase after bianca, cheering and waving her bat.
"heckie deckie yea!! I'M IN!!! LET'S GO KICK BOOTY!!"
# baRA BABES 4 LYFE
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Post by jieun on Jun 21, 2015 0:51:30 GMT -5
No help, no friends, no hope...
One of the five senses were met. As the Sentinel came closer towards her, the smell of death first reached her nose and sensed the death coming after her. She didn't know what to do at first, but she did remember what she wanted to get from going to the top. "Who are you and what do you want from us??" The Sentinel would've grabbed her poor tiny head if she didn't move, but as she backed off and side-stepped, she felt two out of five. The feelings of chills reached her every nerve and bone. She couldn't stop shaking. It wasn't because of fear however, it was because of the cold that the Sentinel had given off. Claire, in hopes of getting help, would scream out. "HE IS UP HERE!! SOMEONE HELP!!" Until somebody eventually comes up to the rooftop, Claire going to have to dodge Death himself. There was one question that has an answer that will decide her fate. Just how long will it be until it's time to surrender to Death??
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Post by Cameron Slate on Jun 22, 2015 0:16:10 GMT -5
Cameron made it to the top on the elevator and as he did he walked over, there was a person who seemed to be hidden from being seen right and he was... he was holding a girl by her head. Cameron saw this as the director from his old school and the boy he had loved. Cameron, who was very intent on going off the side of the building would charge at the guy to try and tackle him and take him off the edge of the roof so that both may crash to the ground.
I'll take you with me...
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jun 22, 2015 0:43:09 GMT -5
STR: 60 | DEX: 70 | CON: 50 | WIS: 53 | INT: 50 A very cold chill pulsated off the Sentinel as he slowly crept closer. The pulsating chill followed the frantic heartbeat of Claire—thump...Thump...Thump. Incoherent gibberish bounced off the cloaked monster, gibberish that grew louder and louder to Claire more than likely driving him over the edge of insanity. The masked glove of the beast eclipsed her vision as the roaring sound of chopping blades broke the eeriness. She spoke, but he gave no reply. Instead, he greeted the newly arrived body with a rather basic kick to the gut. The kick happened so fast, so swift, so blur-esque, if one blinked they would have more than likely missed its flawless execution. The sudden blow would more than likely send the unlucky lad skipping across the roofs pavement like a smooth skipping-stone on a body of water. Bones breaking, crushing, snapping almost immediately on impact.
Fear was truly magnificent...
The thunderous roar of the aircraft began getting to the Sentinel—so damn loud. He faced the helicopter, the law enforcement inside ordering him to keep his hands where they can see them. Behind the shrouded hood, the messenger smirked before boosting himself forward, covering fifteen meters in a single second before launching himself airborne.
Crash!
Like a wrecking-bell, the black figure crashed through the bullet proofed glass. His knee slammed directly into the pilots face, while his opposing leg whipped around taking out a few more of the armored enforcement. They tried to fight back in such a small face, but like a phantom of lore, the Sentinel seemed unstoppable. The copter began flying out of control and in an downward spiral. Bodies flew from the aircraft and met their unfortunate ends by a bone shattering death below. With his work done, the monster leaped from the copter and landed back on the rooftop he happily perched himself upon moments ago.
On the ground level...
Another helicopter threatened to crash on the frantic street. This one landing directly on top of the previous one. An explosion of sorts would more than likely happen. The odds of saving those poor souls were greatly against the "hero's". Trying meant certain death for them, not trying meant certain death for those unfortunate enough to be in the Sentinel's gaze.
"You having fun yet?"
Those words were directed at Claire, the distinct scent of watermelon filling the rooftop.
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Post by Cameron Slate on Jun 22, 2015 9:01:58 GMT -5
The kick connected with several audible cracks as blood spewed from Cameron's mouth. The pain erupted in his skull enough to wake him from his vivid hallucinations just enough to know that it was a very real pain he was feeling as his body flew back, his shirt tearing up against the roof until it was skin again the pavement, cutting his flesh and giving an awful rash. 7 breaks in his bones, his insides were a mess as well, and his head leaned to the side as blood filled his mouth.
What... the hell...
"Helllp..." He said in a very tiny voice. He wasn't able to get much else out before his eyes gently shut, and they would not open for quite awhile.
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Post by Bianca "Reine" Lucani on Jun 22, 2015 16:48:13 GMT -5
i can't drown my demons they know how to swim + @tagged2 + i hate stairs + fugdatshit | "'Kay, 'Kay, yerr the real deal. The factual Kirby. The one and only. My bad, gurl."
Bianca spoke as Sirynn spoke to her, seemingly agitated by being called a wannabe. It was amusing and kind of cute, but it wasn't the time to worry about that right now. Another helicopter came crashing down behind them, causing Bianca to stop for a moment and look back, seeing the wreckage become even more chaotic. Whoever this 'source' was... it was something out of this world to be doing this. Did they even have a chance?
She gulped, gripping her baseball bat tightly. They couldn't go back to the wreckage, someone had to stop this problem. She didn't know if they even had a chance in hell of doing it, but if no one tried, then the city looked pretty fucked.
"Let's go."
Back to her rare, serious tone, she'd turn and start to run back towards the building she spotted the strange being on. If she made it inside with no problems, she'd wait for Sirynn as she called the elevator, pressing the button and waiting impatiently. It was the fastest way up, and she didn't feel like climbing a million flights of stairs. The nail bat would thump against the ground with every moment she grew agitated from waiting.
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Post by ❤️ sirynn the hungry ❤️ on Jun 22, 2015 18:33:49 GMT -5
can someone like me.. make a difference? "eh...? shouldn't we go help them?" sirynn would ask quietly, staring off at the wreckage, her legs shaking slightly. those people were dead. she let them die. they probably had families and hoes and puppies and little baby sirynn's of their own and she let them die.
sirynn would chase after bianca, her stubby legs not running as fast as the silver pervert's. she didn't exactly know where they were going, but she trusted that the other girl knew what she was doing. i mean, bianca wasn't grabbing any anime tiddy, so she must have meant business.
sirynn would hop from foot to foot as she stood in front of the elevator, impatiently waiting for it. she would take a deep breath, and nervously look at the older girl. she was usually a ball of over-confidence, but seeing not one, but two helicopters blow up took a chunk of her confidence away. she wanted to be a hero, but who said she was strong enough to be one? could she really save the people she loved?
"hey... uhm... do you really think we can stop this punk? i mean... yeah i'm the most bara person in the world... but can i really kick this bad guy's butt?"
i cant let anyone else die on my watch. i have to fight.
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Post by Zoe on Jun 22, 2015 20:42:36 GMT -5
| Well, Zoe certainly wasn't going to risk her life trying to stop a helicopter from crashing down. She wasn't a god damned super hero. As the other helicopter came down, the blond would grit her teeth. She was still on the fire escape trying to make her way up. It was becoming all to clear that it wasn't safe being outside with this freak running around. Zoe would approach a window and open it, climbing into the building. Inside, she could see various computers and office supplies. The floor she had climbed into was the IT department of whatever company owned this building. The blond girl would adjust her glasses as she smiled softly. Turning, Zoe would close the window behind her and move to go towards the computers and printers.
Zoe would rush as she moved to gather what could be useful. She pried batteries from laptops, wires from printers and continued going on to take apart whatever she could find. Sure, this was kind of illegal... but hey, two helicopters had just fallen out of the sky. She doubted the police would come after her here if she accidentally set off an alarm or anything. As Zoe sat there, fiddling with the electronics and haphazardly taping things together in an attempt to create something useful, the girl would freeze occasionally. The voices were back. The blond girl would grit her teeth as she continued working, her hands squeezing tightly around the items she was working on.
Whatever this black mist was, Zoe was certain it was probably wrecking havoc with other people more so than herself. After a few minutes, Zoe would stop. She'd move to grab a rubber band and a piece of sharp wire. Wrapping the wire around the rubber band, a soft smile spread across her face. Her blue eyes would glance up, narrowing silently. Her brother was in front of her. The girl could feel her shoulders trembling for some reason. Before he could even open his mouth, Zoe would reach down to snap the rubber band and the metal wrapped against it against her skin. The sharp metal would send a stinging pain through her wrist and hand. When Zoe looked back up, the hallucination seemed to waver somewhat. She sighed with relief. The figure of her brother was still there, but it wasn't bothering her as much anymore.
Zoe would crouch down to pick up the items she had been working on, several taped together balls of wires and whatnot. The girl would move to find an open rolling briefcase that had originally been used to carry a laptop and other things. Zoe unceremoniously dumped the contents of the bag out and began to pack in tools from the IT department along with her crude electrical balls. With everything together, Zoe would begin to drag the briefcase. It was heavy! The girl knew she wouldn't be able to take it up the stairs. Normally using an elevator during emergencies wasn't good, but she had no other choice really. So, the blond would approach the elevator, dragging the suitcase with her hands as her violin was tucked under her arm. She'd press the button and wait. |
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Post by Marcelis on Jun 23, 2015 10:18:35 GMT -5
**Remember that feeling you have when you see something... painful? Like you feel it within your chest. A pull or a press in your heart that makes it hard to breathe? Its a emotional phenomenon that initiates pain without the physical interaction. What Marcelis Matthews was feeling right now was when he was seven years old again. It was around the time he was still going to school. He was put into a special program... Where he met with a guidance counselor three days a week. Marcelis was a little reluctant in the past, but then after about a couple of months, he started to feel more comfortable. They spoke about different things... And the counselor introduced him into different hobbies like, chess, card games, intruments, and even the joys of learning different languages. He made them like a game, but in the true light he was testing him. He even pushed him to see if he would break when things came into his way. He was like another father to him, but he had to go. He only was in his life until he got into middle school. Since he was on the school pay-roll, he knew he couldn't keep him and mold him into what he was working on. He was going to make him strong even with his weaknesses, to him learning and fighting. He knew that Marcelis was fragile but that was because of his fear of being alone... But he knew that Mars was diamond in the rough... Mister Quinn knew... "Mom... Get out of there... YOU DON'T HAVE TO MAKE THAT FOR ME!" **Marcelis shouted so loud he felt his throat rip. The heat was getting more intense as he got closer and closer to the flames. He placed his left arm, cupping over his forehead which gave only minimal protection of what he was about to do. He was afraid of being alone... Losing both of your parents, is a kid's worse nightmare as well as parent's to lose a child. It's the scary thought as everyone wants to live forever. Being young and naive about life is a gift and curse, and around that time years ago Marcelis was teetering on the edge of that, and all that feeling rushed back to him. His heart broken as he saw her smiling... Holding a dish of riceoroni and baked chicken, engulfed in the flames of twisted metal, concrete, and charred bodies of fallen warriors. He felt a tingle of hope that maybe this time... He doesn't have to be alone. But that wasn't counting now that there was another falling heli heading towards the same spot. He couldn't get closer, the flames was too much, and sadly he was too much of a coward to go any further. Yes, that is what he felt like this very moment, like a coward. He felt that his mother, who slaved double shifts for months... Years even worked so hard for a son who wasn't even able to stand in a fire to save her. An unimaginable pain gripped his whole chest cavity. He began to gasp for air, trying to assess the situation. But he couldn't, Mister Quinn never prepared him for a something like this. And now he was stuck, his legs felt two tons each as the falling flying machine was screaming its way down to his location. If Marcelis didn't move, he was going to die. "No... No, I am sorry. You didn't have to-- Come back, please come back." **He couldn't save her, he was too young to know. He couldn't save his father he was too far away to help. He was alone, he was the same six year old finding out his mother died in agony and pain. And with all that, he was going to die, with the pain of knowing that feeling again. Losing both parents' is a child's worse nightmare. Its a night terror that haunts him every night. He never told anyone, how could he? Who could he tell? But at least, he didn't have to. Maybe after this he could just them both, how much he missed them. How he maybe he could have been different if they were alive, what he had done in such a short time. Maybe he might feel that love again. Better than feeling that FEAR again. He dropped to his knees as the heat washed over them. His head was down now knowing the certain death was awaiting him. The only thing you would hear is the whimpers... His pain, his fear. ~I... I am sorry... Mom... Dad, I couldn't save you and I am... alone.~
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