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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.
Full Story Here.
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SON OF A PITCH [SOLO - COMPLETE]
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Post by ☣ A n t h e m ☣ on Jun 13, 2015 15:02:52 GMT -5
☺ SON OF A PITCH ☹
-STRIKE ONE-
*CRLACK*
The ball was soaring.
Anthem squinted up at the sky, admiring the ball in which he just sent flying into the hot summer sky.
“RUN!!!!!!! ANT, RUNN!!!!!!!”
yelled his team mate as well as best friend, Preston, who was sitting on the bench amongst other noisy little leaguers.
At that moment, the 7 year old Anthem dropped his bat then booked it down to first base… then second base… but as he was approaching third base… he slowed down running… (cause he never actually made it that far before)... The poor boy started to look around as if he was lost.
“NOO, KEEP RUNNING!!!!!”
And so he did… Accomplishing his first home run ever…
(He could thank the incredibly slow right-fielder for that)
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***NOW FAST FORWARD ***
Six years later… through 70+ more home runs… 8 team switches… 2 MVP titles… and brutal bat throw later…
Here’s Anthem today.
Sitting on a bench… not allowed to play… not wanted to play… suspended off the senior league New York baseball team… 10th streets
“Sons of Pitches”.
How did his career take such a downhill turn? Hope is to blame… as well as a baseball bat… ---
*DID YOU KNOW:A BAT IS A VERY EFFECTIVE WEAPON?*
It’s no gun, or knife… but it can kill just as quick. I bet you knew this, but Anthem seemed to underestimate it’s power… No, he didn't kill anyone with it, but he did crack a skull… it wasn't on purpose either – so he claimed.
“IT SLIPPED OUT MY HAND!!”
He yelled at his coach, the ambulance medics, his mother, the police, the court judge…
What is the chance of a bat just slipping out his hand, flying 6 meters, then hitting the back of poor Preston’s head dead on?
Not likely.
And according to the medics, in order to create a puncture in the skull such as Preston’s with a bat from that distance, the bat must have been flying at least 60 mph once it left his hands.
Case closed, he threw it.
The only thing that slipped at the moment was his mind.
***ANTHEM’S NOT THAT EVIL THOUGH… I GUESS***
Call Anthem stupid, but he really didn't think it would cause so much damage, he also didn't intend to throw it that fast… he threw the bat like a baseball pitch… perfect form even… maybe too perfect… considering
IT WAS A BASEBALL BAT… yet it still met target…
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***A STUBBORN 14 YEAR OLD BOY VS. A SASSY JUVINILE-COURT JUDGE***
As far as Anthem was concerned, he didn’t throw the bat or meant to hurt Preston in anyway. That wasn’t the truth, but he was sticking to it either way.
Luckily for him, the only person who knew the truth (Preston) was at the hospital with a medically-induced coma at the time… But he was still caught lying…
/Even if it was a “mistake” Anthem would still be guilty since it directly left his hand, and then nearly killed a person with it./
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“You’re lying to me Anthem.”
stated the judge, with a fake smile etched on her face. She already knows he’s guilty, she just wants to test him. “Lying in court is a s-..”
“I’M NOT LYING! WHY WOULD I TRY TO HURT MY TEAM MA-“
“DON’T.” She interrupted. The room was now painfully silent. Anthem’s lawyer face-palmed - ‘not again’.
“DON’T even start asking me questions, when I’m the judge and you are the guilty. And seeing that this is not your first time in court, i trust that you know that all ready.”
She neatened up her pile of papers, then stood up - a smile returned to her face.
“Prepare for your deposition hearing date, Anthem.” Court dismissed.
In other words, he is found guilty, and his next court date will be the determining of his punishment. Until then he would be held in Juvenile detention.
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He felt a lump in his throat as he walked out the court room. ‘It’s too late in the season to be dealing with this shit, I need to be out practising!’
He did exactly 3 reps of 20 push-ups every hour while in his cell.
-STRIKE TWO -
The reason why Anthem threw the bat is a complicated one…
On the surface, Anthem threw the bat because of the insult Preston hurled at him just moments before… Though that wasn't all… Since Anthem isn't the type to get mad over insults.
Truthfully, he threw it because he wanted Preston to wake up.
Get his head out the clouds.
Anthem was angry.
False hope.
He seen it written all over Preston face... or the back of his head … It bothered Anthem so much.
***A TRUE SON OF A PITCH... ER***
Anthem Grey Is the son of Huston Grey.
Huston Grey was a pitcher, and a very good one at that – when Anthem was small, Huston taught him to love baseball for all it has to offer...
Anthem would be only 4 years old when Huston started pitching foam balls to Anthem who was only using a toy bat… Anthem only ever hit it four times… EVER…
But boy… Those four times were something ‘magical’.
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***FALSE HOPE AT THE YOUNG AGE OF SEVEN***
At age 7, Anthem hoped for several things:
- A girl friend,
- his front tooth to grow in,
- a new baseball bat,
- his father to get well again,
- and his first home run…
All things became reality expect for one… and no, it wasn't the girlfriend (that happened… kind of).
It was his father that didn't.
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His father told him that everything will be all right, and that he’ll be out the hospital by the last game of Anthems first baseball season…
But if you’re good at guessing, I guess you can guess that that never happened.
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After every baseball practice or day at school, Anthem would get a drive to the hospital to visit his dying father.
He’d bring him art work from class, tell him about his day at baseball practice or listen to one of his father stories… every day his father told him a story, and he loved it.
Though, so often was it promised that everything was just fine by his mother, the nurses, and his father himself,
Anthem couldn't have ever possibly known the severity of his fathers’ illness - Not before that time he was driven to hospital too find out that
he wouldn't be getting a story that day…
or ever again for that matter.
He was given false hope just so he wouldn't worry.
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These days, eight years later, he just gets frustrated when he thinks about it…
He couldn't even say a proper goodbye, since he was told he was going to see him and talk to him again the next day anyway.
He can’t blame anyone for not telling him the whole truth though… he knows they did it for his own good –
But did expect it to hurt a lot more this way?
Guess no one ever did. ---
***SO NOW… WHEN HE SAW PRESTON…***
with False hope written all over the back of his head… Anthem wanted to kill it.
It wasn't an attack on Preston. It was an attack on hope.
But he couldn't explain that to the judge, he wouldn't want to, and it wouldn't have really made a difference anyway…
He just didn't want to see Preston get hurt the way he did… he wanted to stop him… but didn't know how…
NOTICE ME SENPAI ╭(ʘ̆~◞౪◟~ʘ̆)╮ |
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Post by ☣ A n t h e m ☣ on Jun 19, 2015 22:28:16 GMT -5
-STRIKE THREE: URRR OUT!!-
***BACK TO THE BOY ON THE BENCH***
At the moment, Anthem is now 15, and as mentioned at the beginning,
“Sitting on a bench… not allowed to play… not wanted to play… suspended off the senior league New York baseball team… 10th streets ‘Sons of Pitches’.”
He didn’t get suspended because of the bat thing…
(He got kicked out for that of course… and that was from a different club… The New York “Smelly sox’s” – rival of the Pitches)
… He got suspended from the sons of pitches for getting into a fight. People were spreading rumors about him killing a guy with a baseball bat and getting sent to ‘kid-jail’ for it.
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“Okay guys, if I actually killed a person, wouldn’t I still be in Juvei? Why would they release me ri-…”
The team mates ignored that piece of logic.
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Eventually, Anthem got fed up about the rumors and confronted the team captain, Quinton (who also startled the rumor...)
Then boom,
Fight!
Both Quinton and Anthem were suspended off the team. They both are now the official bench boys of the team ~ offering drinks and moral support to the other good kids when needed.
Unfortunately though - Quinton and Anthem were also the best players… The Pitches aren't doing to hot any more without them.
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*COMMUNITY SERVICE, POWER, AND A JOB LATER TONIGHT*
“AHHH… this is sooo boring” Quinton wined at Anthem
“It’s becoming painful to just watch”
Anthem sighed sitting up a bit straighter on the bench – he had it up to here with this guy’s constant complaining –
"What’s the point of crying about it? We did earn ourselves this punishment…’
“… Well, we do get community service hours … that’s al-“
“WHAT GOOD WHOULD THAT DO?”
Anthem glanced to the side “Do-..”
“Forget this; I’m ditching, imma work out somewhere or something…”
“Not so fast Quinty~” Coach Bertly smirked – feeling that he entered the dugout at just the right time.
“I have a job for you two later tonight!” he gave them a huge smile and clapped his hands together.
Anthem and Quinton glanced at each other.
“What is it…”
“Well, we are holding try outs after practice… I wanted you two to come and help judge…”
Anthem gasped loudly and stood up gleaming.
“REALLY?! That would be awesome!! I’ll do it!!!~”
He could just picture it… as a judge… he had the power to either make or break a poor kids dream – he felt powerful, he felt great.
Quinton stayed quiet, really wishing that he would’ve left just a bit sooner…
“That’s awesome Anthem~” Coach glanced over at Quinton.
“Try outs start at seven – show up at six so we can get you prepared to judge - thanks guys”
And with that, Coach made his way out the dugout.
Quinton gave Anthem cut eye.
“Quinton – Can’t you see? He gave us the power to shape our team!”
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***☻ ☻ ☻ ☻ ☻***
Just because one is thirsty for power, Doesn’t mean that they’re bad with power or don’t deserve it. Some want power but people abuse it, While others are thirsty for power, Yet stay logical, and play within limits once they get it. Cause they don’t just want power They want to excel at it – since that’s how you keep it. That’s how you get voted back into to office, That’s how you get trusted with scissors again, That’s how you get chosen as Tryout-judge again… Anthem knows this… he wants that… And he’s already got the start power -
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“K, EVERYONE LINE UP, THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG EVENING IF Y’ALL DON’T CO-OPERATE WITH ME.”
Anthem yelled across the Baseball diamond.
13 year olds…
Everywhere.
Only 2 lined up.
“What’s your names?” Anthem asked discreetly.
“Alex…….” Said the first one.
“Jerid…….” Said the other.
Anthem put a star beside their names in his note book.
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* * * c o i n c i d e n c e* * *
With his dirty blonde hair, ‘The smelly sox’ jersey, and a bat standing - 5 feet and 8 inches tall, guess who walks in for a try out?
Preston.
Anthem nearly dropped his note book when he looked straight into his eyes ---
Preston was staring right back at him with a dead look in his eyes. He blinked and began talking quietly to the guy beside him.
Anthem picked up his note book then turned around and bumped into Quinton immediately.
“What’s your problem?” Quinton asked quietly. “That guy was staring at you for the longest time… you know him? Did he scare you??” He chuckled
Anthem exhaled. “That’s the guy I ‘killed’ with a bat - according to you.”
“Oh really?! PFFTT, well that’s awkward – he’s in the next 15+ group for us to examine... PWHA HA--”
“I know.” Anthem brushed past Quinton.
“WAIT!” Quinton called after him. “Let’s be fair when examining him okay? No grudges from the past…”
“k, .. you know I don’t hold grudges, right?~..” Anthem smirked at him for a second, then continued to walk away.
“Psh, Okay-“ Quinton replied as he followed Anthem - Confused as to how Anthem actually felt…
so hard to read.
- END OF SEASON -
Authors note (lol):
Had to do the 2000 characters in two posts because that post got so long with all the spaces and fanciness it wouldn't let me edit or post the full version //// Yeah,, my writing styles weird... but i hate paragraphs sooo....
Ended it like this because any more would involve more explanation.
I left a lot out things like what exactly "Preston was hoping for" for example --
Hope i didn't leave out too much, but i wanted to progress the story(?) and din't want to drag on about irrealivantness .
Hopefully it just leaves you guessing rather then lost.
Now here's this character sheet thing I drew/made:
 link cause it's real small here => QLICK ME I'll draw Quinton some other time~
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Post by Kassen Hitokage on Jun 23, 2015 11:37:05 GMT -5
AH Reward +5 WIS
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