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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 Jun 15, 2015 14:38:58 GMT -5
This dog. This damned dog. The one dog in a long time, such a long time, that Monty had come to love and adore so much she just had to adopt the animal; well, that dog had just up and disappeared in a matter of minutes. Monty spent a lot of money buying a collar, customizing it, and even lived through shopping at the grocery with her counselor for the ingredients she used for dog food. The girl even went to the lengths of coming up with an extremely special, important name for the young dog: Aputsiaq, which meant snowflake in the Native American language of Greenlandic. Apu for short.
The name was perfect, describing the beautiful, soft, thick white coat and cloudy, gray eyes of Monty's new dog. Yes, that's how much she cared for and loved Aputsiaq, who'd taken it upon himself to run after a black rabbit, which Monty honestly couldn't blame him for doing; said rabbits were rare to come by, after all.
'I need to train this dog...' Monty told herself, silently scolding the fact that she hadn't bought a leash along with the collar she'd acquired earlier on, along with the fact that she'd been too lazy to even teach the dog to have a few manners; what and what not to do, basically.Often taming dogs, all animals in fact, would come naturally and fairly easy to Monty who was a natural at attracting, calming, and befriending even the most wild of beats.
But this dog was different, oh so different from the rest. He was adventurous, always curious, and very observant of his surroundings, yet still amazingly intelligent and quite the looker, thus those few unique traits lead to this whole mess. Despite the incident, this was why Monty loved the creature so very much. Being different was the best possible trait to have, an anybody, and that defiantly interested Monty. It did help the dog was a German Shepard, however...
So now Monty was here, searching for a pure white, German Shepard dog at school. Luckily, school had ended minutes before the mishap so she was free to roam the premise while searching for Apu. Still, it was a difficult job and students kept staring strangely at Monty who was slightly bent over, slowly walking around, whistling and yelling "Aputsiaq!" every now and then.
Her booming, loud, and half angry half sad voice tended to startle those walking near Monty, not that she cared very much. Monty had developed a trail already, picking up a white hair now and then before throwing it back to the ground and running in the direction the thin piece seemed to be leading her.
A paw print. Finally. Monty bent down and inspected the print smashed into a muddy spot, trailing her finger around to measure the print. This was an old trick she'd learned from her time spent at the reserve, her old home, and it was quite effective. Any animal could be found at any time if you put your mind and skills to finding said animal. When Monty had verified that the paw print was indeed Apu's, she nodded in success and carried on, feeling very close to the dog. There was this kind of connection she had with Aputsiaq, one that could only be felt and not described.
Monty felt a little pain sting her heart, and her stomach twisted in knots. This was not a common feeling for Monty to feel, not for humans that is. Never had she ever cared for a living soul unless it was an animal. Though, her expression remained the same despite her feelings; nonchalant and cold. Monty did not show how she felt, she only expressed her emotions through harsh, monotone sounding words and glares. Feeling only showed in Monty's eyes, and she never would let anyone look that deep or long enough into the chocolate colored orbs. Never.
It seemed the universe was in her favor, for Monty had soon discovered the whereabouts of her dog. Finally. The blob of white in the distance was hard to miss, especially again the bright blue in the ba-wait. Blue? Monty wondered if the person with Aputsiaq was a scene kid, or possibly had natural blue hair like the one boy she'd met earlier on?
She shook her head, deeming New York far too impossible to try and even comprehend. There were too many weirdos here, after all. Running, sandals hitting pavement, Monty finally made it to the dog and now noticeably female student.
After all this time. she'd ended up in the parking lot of PHS #552. The female student seemed to finally notice Monty, who offered a slight wave. Aputsiaq was sitting at the feet of the stranger, nuzzling against her legs, though when he noticed Monty lowered his ears, knowing he'd done something bad. Monty whistled, and the dog reluctantly trudged over to the girl who bents down and smacked the tip of his snout. After a stern scolding, Monty glanced up at the other female and said, "Apu likes you."
Monty tilted her head to the side, taking a good look at the girl before her. "You're not another asshat, or scene kid, are you?" She wondered aloud. "Probably not. Dogs have an amazing sixth sense about people. You must be special." As Mont spoke, she never changed her tone of voice or smiled, but she did show a glimmer of interest in her eyes for the stranger before her. |  ◀ MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Hɪsᴀᴇ Yᴜʏ on Jul 1, 2015 14:36:07 GMT -5
Ｈｉｓａｅ Ｙｕｙ
It seemed that her life was becoming one filled with ironies and small tragedies that no one bothered, not even herself, to notice and mend. None of it was supremely bad, but apparently it was enough for her to become who she was today and it wasn't someone who she particularly liked either. At the beginning, it was okay for it meant that she would have already trained her mind at a young age to develop a reliable way of coping, pushing her into the lines of maturity that not many children possessed for her age. It made her accept life's realities with an open eye that didn't remain blind to the world, which always spent its time to ridicule and purge her of any sense of humanity that she had left. At least, that's what some people hoped for the results to be and she had led them on long enough for them to believe it. But as each second ticked by within her internal clock, those small issues widened until she couldn't remember when the distance began and why it was there. Her memory dulled in it's vivid images, the attachment she had to the many that deep down, were sealed into her cauldron of memories, just waiting for it to be found so she can dive in and not feel like an empty scrapbook of forgotten times. The emotions, the people, the need and the want, all of it. Why were they things she can no longer remember or feel?
Whether she was truly oblivious or a part of her was secretly hiding the knowledge from her conscious, was still up for debate.
Perhaps, that's the personal question that made her feel so much pain at the moment. She couldn't even comprehend how it had occurred, it was just there and it had been reoccurring to the point that it sickened her. Hisae still had to go to school, which did little but more than nothing, to cure her of this ill feeling that left her tongue and eyes bitter with a tinge of melancholy. She watched certain conflicts within the school occur, spectating the events idly without being condemned because that was expected from her, from the rest of the delinquents that walked through this school. It would be said that the prospect unsettled her, but in reality, she felt unrestricted. However, in this state, she also felt panicked at the thought of being chained down again.
Stupid, stupid.
So, as sadistic as it sounded, she was currently fueling most of her anger at the existence of her ignorance over causing physical disputes between gullible idiots that she didn't really care for. It was simple, really, and she didn't have any qualms when she suddenly buried her white boot into the back of the knee of another student who hadn't noticed her presence behind them. She was small, frail, and seemingly gentle but had a savage way of taking out her frustrations that may have calmed for a few years but was gradually returning to her now. She watched as that person fell and with her worn out hoodie still concealing her blue features, Hisae quickly slid out of the way a moment before they recovered and punched the person that was behind her who yelled and proceeded to pummel each other with no repercussions. "You fucker!" She found herself a nice seat on the nearby benches that was instilled into the wall, and watched in silence as other students tried to evade the pair's fists, join in, or push them apart.
She smiled.
This was all too simple and she positively loved that she wasn't the only one, annoyed, angry, confused, and--
She had been staring at the scene for two minutes and squeaked when she felt something smaller, more fragile than she was rubbing itself along her exposed leg, pleading for her attention. Her cerulean eyes that usually resembled the sky scoured above them, had dulled in it's brightness and she gazed upon the dog with curiosity and somewhat, shock. Why is there a puppy looming around in the hallways? It was going to get hurt, if it continued to lounge around here and poke at her.
Go away. she silently commanded the dog with the slight nudge of her leg to the pup into the opposite direction, away from the fray.
It stayed.
She continued to stare down, her eyes scrutinizing its white fur that seemed to be out of place for the usual grey halls of the school and it was so pure that Hisae almost had to look away again. She suddenly felt self-conscious as their eyes met, wondering if this furry animal was more intelligent than other canines who had either ignored her existence or completely barked against it. She only ever gained this attention from cats, but their tastes were based more on whims than actual fondness for their masters. It certainly seemed to be studying her, before forming an expression that reminded her of a human grin and unbeknownst to herself, her hand that was smooth but desecrated by scars from previous accidents tried to stroke his ear. It reacted by lifting its wet nose to her hand, instead, then nuzzling her hand with its cranium and a small gasp of astonishment escaped from her. She can't believe it was even responding this well to her, she thought it was a fluke. Contemplating that possibility, she was going to test it out and see if it would step away from her touch if she tried to pick it up.
Then, a foot almost stepped on the poor dog's fluffy tail and it jumped closer to her, growling audibly towards the attackers. Her gaze lifted when the dog jumped, her eyes staring directly at the pair who were bickering and she made a sound that bordered on annoyance. However, one of them finally shoved the other back into a small crowd and pointed towards her, causing her eyes to widen and she had to slowly rise from her seat with her dark hood still cloaking her face. The dog seemed to growl even louder and a pang of concern touched her, feeling it more for the canine than just herself. She clenched her teeth that her lips hadn't even revealed yet, because the next things that were shrieked towards her direction were going to get her into deep, deep trouble.
"Fuck you, man! That's the little bitch that fucking tripped you, dumbass!"
She didn't need another warning to run, because the other who was shoved glared at her and was charging straight towards her. She pulled her hoodie on, and soon her feet were chasing after the sound of the canine's feet that were running at a speed that rivaled her own. Hisae didn't quite know why she was even following the snow-white hound, but considering it was the closest thing of comfort and could possibly have an idea of where to hide, she followed it on pure intuition. It seemed that the dog was larger than she had originally assumed, but just as fluffy as when it had touched her hand, and she was becoming less worried over their pursuers and more entranced by this strange savior of her's.
During the run which was beginning to tire her for as long as it was going, her arms slunk from the internal holes of her sleeves until they became uninhabited strips of fabric gliding in the wind. Right when they rounded a corner, so quickly did she spin herself smoothly to the side of the locker rooms, recognizing which spectrum of the school they were in. She baited the dog with her silent gestures to follow her into the open janitor's room, making sure that the cleaner was preoccupied in a nearby classroom and she took off her hoodie. She was no longer wearing her hairbands, but her cheek pads were bright and obvious with their color and they almost tore some string of her hoodie's lining on the pull-up. Underneath that suffocating piece of clothing, was a shirt that matched the blue of her eyes and she silently thanked herself for remembering to wear it. The dog looked curiously at her, and she brought a finger to her secretive lips before placing the hoodie on the spare cart that carried a mop over it.
She wasn't going to miss that hoodie and she was small enough to hide behind the cart, so she quickly steered the cart out of the room. The dog was slunk after her, and hid behind her as she was lowering her body from the hoodie, peeking out from the side to see if the delinquents were going to tail them. And sure enough, when she saw the pair round the same corner they just had, she lowered her back to level herself behind the hooded mop and gradually ran towards them much to their confusion. She immediately stopped as her hands released the handles, and kicked it so hard that the wheels spun at full speed with a sound that echoed throughout the halls, loud enough to attract the attention of the janitor. She picked up the dog as the delinquents were now becoming aware of the situation, wondering where their real target was. Her feet carried them away from the scene and hid behind another locker, hearing the janitor's footsteps pouring out of the opposite room, spouting lectures at the pair of boys under the prejudice that they were the ones messing around with his equipment. While they were being held up by the janitor, she moved to the bottom level of the school and placed the now identifiable German Shepherd on his paws. She was certain that they didn't know where they were now, and that they couldn't find them or recognize them if they could-- wait.
The dog.
I still shouldn't stay and let them find me out, then.
Her eyes dropped to the dog who still seemed to be so full of vitality and it almost hurt, considering she was quite the opposite of the creature. Yet, some part of her wasn't envious of it but she was now wondering where the owner of this dog was. He didn't have a collar to give her a clue, and might not have been trained properly. However, she questioned if that was actually true if the dog was smart enough to follow her cues and she marveled at its dexterity that he displayed minutes ago on their run as she played through the experience in her head once again. Slowly, she trudged out one of the school exits into the parking lot, her eyes squinting through the morning ray of the sun. The dog still followed her, perhaps too closely, and she lowered herself to his level.
The dog barked once and tilted his head, as if asking her, "Why are you staring at me like that?" His expression caused her to feel quite amused and she laughed softly at its human-like reactions, which seemed to endear her more to the canine rather than abhor it. She stroked the pup's ears and later on, she expanded her physical gestures of affection to his chin. "You saved my life and by Gods, I think I'm falling for you," she lightly teased the canine, yet for a brief second, she wondered how this might all seem awkward for a bystander who would think she had a bestial crush on something that wasn't human, but then she shrugged it off. The dog seemed to enjoy her fondness for him, however, and even when she stood, it was clear that it was more to stretch her back rather than leave him.
"Maybe, I should take you home, myself, and scare Lyric--"
When she stood, however, Hisae caught the oncoming figure of another one and she tensed slightly at the sight before returning to steady mood levels that undoubtedly allowed her to offer a small wave towards the figure. As it approached closer, she saw worn sandals being slapped against the pavement and her eyes studied the girl whose skin, hair and eyes, reminded her of the light residues of chocolate fondue. She spoke with a monotone voice that scolded the pup that was with Hisae, and the pup seemed to be discouraged but intimate with the stranger so she relaxed and walked closer. Their stances weren't guarded, but neither were they particularly familiar with each other either. She stared at the girl, whose height exceeded her own by 5 inches which made her feel somewhat intimidated because why the fuck was everyone so much taller than her, goodness.
"Apu likes you," the female spoke to her first, and she smiled slightly at the clarification for the shepherd's name. It didn't fade when the girl tilted her head and examined her, albeit with a thoughtful air that Hisae wondered even existed for the girl didn't even alter her expression towards her. But, she could feel the atmosphere shift and it was something she would flow along with until it didn't meet in her favor anymore.
"You're not another asshat, or scene kid, are you?"
Hm..
"Probably not. Dogs have an amazing sixth sense about people. You must be special." Hisae laughed a bit at that last sentence, and she looked at the dog for a quick second before answering. If that was the reason Apu followed her, then she wasn't sure if she could trust an animal's sixth sense, then.
"Asshat when I want to be, and I look like a scene kid to a lot of people," she pointed to her dyed roots, which were actually lighter than her real navy-blue color that was inherited by her parents long ago. "This is actually a shade brighter than my real hair," she continued before finishing her introduction with a casual tone. "Hisé, now what is your name?" she asked, her eyes were softened and shined brightly due to the light but they stared at the girl with unusual sharpness.
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