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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 Jan 2, 2015 16:08:40 GMT -5
[[OoC: You can join on Mark or Rusty's side or even on your own. Depending on the flow of the thread, this event may be unbeatable. Participants will be rewarded regardless of the outcome as long as they continue with the thread. The Pillar Defense/Destroy threads are running concurrently so you can only join one. Mark, Saya, or Ali and Alvan.]]
The dark red headed male stepped towards the gate of 552. He scoffed at the site of the school. This was supposed to be the new badass school in New York? This was pathetic. Rusty wondered if his old school would have resembled something like this if he hadn’t leveled it when he left. The young man would step up to the front entrance. He would hold his right hand out as he continued to walk through, blowing the door off of its hinges with barely a motion.
A few kids would make their way towards the man, irritated that some guy they didn’t even know was busting up their school. Rusty’s attacks barreled through the students that came at him. After the first five fighters slammed into the ground, lockers, and ceiling, the other students would be a bit more apprehensive too approach him. Rusty made his way to the main office and grabbed a hold of the intercom microphone.
“This is the Ex-School Captain of PHS #178. I’ll be on the rooftop waiting for the School Captain and whatever other strong fighters are here. Oh and I suggest everyone else vacate the building.”
And with that, Rusty would let go of the microphone. The young man then promptly made his way to the rooftop. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he would stand in wait for the fighters of 552 to arrive.
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Post by Mark Kent on Jan 2, 2015 16:15:33 GMT -5
Mark was resting in the pillar office watching some comedy central series before he heard the intercom. Seemed someone was here to challenge the school. Mark would take a deep breath and sigh finishing off his glass of ice water before grabbing his vest and fighting gloves heading out the door. This was going to be something that's for sure, however he wondered what kind of a bad ass this dude thought he was.
"Challenging not only the School Captain, but any strong fighter in this school? Sounds dangerous..."
Mark would smile at that, fitting his gloves on tighter as he pushed open the door to the roof, walking out to look at the guy, who looked older than someone going to high school... Alarm bells went off in Mark's mind, this wasn't just a random event.
"Well?"
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 2, 2015 16:36:34 GMT -5
What the hell?
Austin had obviously heard the unfamiliar voice over the intercom. It seemed students from another school were here to fight for some reason. Out of curiosity more than anythjng else, the young outlaw would make his way toward the rooftop.
Just as he entered the stairwell, he could hear footsteps leading up the stairs. Those hazel eyes would shift upward cautiously as he walked, but soon enough he would reach the roof, exiting the building a few paces behind none other than the school captain.
"Looks like you're popular, Mark.."
Of course those eyes were attracted toward the other male with red hair. Austin could sense danger from him. Otherwise he wouldn't have the balls to come here like he had. For now Austin would stand behind Mark and off to his right, arms folded as he observed the situation. Part of him wanted to help the red haired one, simply due to what happened the last time Austin met with Mark. However he would restrain himself. It seemed there was bigger fish to fry.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Jan 2, 2015 17:42:55 GMT -5
Allen had his orders.
He arrived, entering out and onto Marks left, opposite Austin. He glanced at the AW leader, grinning. They had fought before, and he was a good companion to have against enemies like these. He glanced down from the roof, noticing the army as it split up. He shook his head.
"Seems they brought an army, Captain. Lets hope you live up to your name."
He would cock an eybrow at Mark. He wasn't fond of the guy but this was about school pride and hell, he didn't know if he was the best of fighters, but he sure as hell didn't plan on going down anytime soon.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 20:39:26 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2015 0:44:32 GMT -5
“Not if you know what you’re doing.”
Rusty scoffed at the School Captain when he opened his mouth. The young man wasn’t impressed, nor did he care about the other on goings that seemed to be happening at the school. It seemed backup quickly arrived on seen on the rooftop. Rusty’s gaze would shift between the fighters, reading their potential. You couldn’t always tell what a fighter was capable of just by looking at them, but when you’d been in as many fights as Rusty, you started to get close. Rusty would begin to undo his scarf before pulling off his leather winter gloves and dropping all three to the ground.
“Actually, I’d like to correct you and warn you. I’m not affiliated with this… what would you call it guerrilla force? Calling it an army would be a damn waste. Whatever they are, they are not the organization I represent.Now for the warning, when my shirt hits the ground, I’m going to begin to destroying you. If you can stand a fight against me, my organization will extend an invitation to you.”
He would pull the buttons free on his coat while he spoke. When he finished speaking, the coat would hit the ground. The young man would begin to undo his shirt, revealing more of his tattoos as he did. Once he finished the last button, he would throw his shirt into the air. Waiting for it to hit the ground, Rusty would run his hand through his hair, pulling it back and showing off the tattoos on his forehead. Once the shirt touched the ground, Rusty shout out like a bull at a frightening pace towards Allen.
His right shoulder would be poised to hit the boy in his chest. He would quickly attempt to follow it up by jutting his elbow out and aiming to hit the boy in his stomach, so that whether the first attack hit or not, the second one hopefully would. He would then quickly perform a sideways flip spin, trailing his left leg in the air aiming to bring it down on Mark’s head, using the momentum from the spin to power the kick.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Jan 3, 2015 1:20:36 GMT -5
Allen, as the man undressed, bit into his candycane, devouring the fucker in fifteen seconds flat. He just swallowed the last bit as the fellow burst forward. He started with his eyes on Allen though, right? So Allen's eyes would widen, and he would snap his arms up in an "X" as he crouched to take the blow. The young male, however, would be blasted backward by the strength, grunting as his back smashed into the wall, cracks cascading around it before he slid to the ground, pitched forward on his hands and knees.
He could see obvious bruising in his arms, and he looked up at the guy who was...insanely strong. His breath was knocked out of him, and currently, he could not retaliate.
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Post by Angel Vance on Jan 3, 2015 4:20:57 GMT -5
Angel would stroll on top of the roof just in time to have a kid come flying towards him. Again? And Angel would catch the kid but would knocked back some by the force of the impact. "Oof, the hell ran into you man? A truck?" Then Angel would look up to see a stranger attacking the school captain which he had just recently learned about. Hell he was a nice guy! But this stranger looked strong, probably even stronger that the SC looked... this could be bad. He would help the kid he caught stand back up. "You good bro? I hope so, you look like one of Leon's boys now is time to show your stuff." Then Angel would reach into his pocket pressing play on his MP3, shit was bout to go down.
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Post by Mark Kent on Jan 3, 2015 22:29:22 GMT -5
Mark decided to also take the time to eat his own candy cane while the guy explained how shit would go down. Mark had no qualms on this one so Mark would chew and wait seeing all the new arrivals to the party this guy was slowly becoming outnumbered. However Mark new quality was better than quantity, but on the roof he'd run out of room quickly.
That was all of course before Mark saw him move, or lack there of. He heard the impact into Allen and turned to see the blur go airborne towards him. Mark spread his feet out quickly raising his arms in an 'X' formation and bending his head under it, the impact was intense and force Mark to a knee, leaving a cracked indentation in the roof, however Mark would of pulled his arms from the X to grab the leg and aim to lift and throw the guy by the leg, aiming for the edge of the roof.
Mark wasn't going to win this with brute force, this was going to be a party victory, as much as it pained Mark, well... Almost as much as it literally pained him to take that blow.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 3, 2015 23:13:59 GMT -5
Austin had been glaring at the man standing before the small band of students that was forming. He heard heard.more footsteps behind him, however he had not turned to look at them. Which was why when the guy disappeared from sight, it had stunned him completely. It wasn't til he heard the sound of Bolt being knocked away, that he realized the guy just moved so damn quick.
D-Did that really.. just happen..?
In truth, part of him was scared. But the outlaw hid it well. However he realized the guy had directed a second attack toward Mark. Austin was not ready to try and make a move. He could already sense carelessness could have grave outcomes here. Instead he would circle back around toward the left of Mark and Rusty, planting his feet close by and bringing his arm's up in preparation to defend or attack if possible.
Knuckles had seen how hard Allen had been hit. This guy was a serious problem. Maybe even with everyone that was here. Of course Austin would not allow all those negative thoughts to cloud his judgement. He was not going to go down without a fight either. Austin needed this, to prove to himself that he was among the strongest here at #552
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2015 1:05:51 GMT -5
Due to Rusty’s stance keeping him only half poised, Mark would indeed be able to launch the young man into the air. Rusty would indeed fly off the edge of the rooftop and out of sight. For a moment everything would be quite calm, and a small clap noise would be heard, as if something landed. Unbeknownst to the fighters, Rusty didn’t hit the ground. Instead he caught the ledge of a window with one hand. He would pull himself up and throw himself into the air from the ledge. He would then land once more onto the rooftop.
The second his foot would touch the ground, he would propel himself forward at the School Captain and Knuckles. His aim would be to slam two fists forward, each one aimed at one of the two fighter’s chests. He didn’t care if they blocked it or not, despite the blocking Rusty’s intent was to push straight through their defenses with shear force.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Jan 4, 2015 1:18:40 GMT -5
Allen hadn't moved yet, a bit of blood dripping from his mouth, he bared his teeth and clutched his chest, watching Rusty fly off the roof. He stared in shock...but didn't hear the thump he wanted. He heard a grunt, indictive of exertion, and the Firebolt would be off. He'd be racing for where Rusty had fallen, and as the red haired man came back into view, Allen would be two feet away, in the air, mid-dive.
He was intent to hit Rusty around the mid-section, and take both their asses off the roof and out into open air. As/if they fell, Allen, like Gandalf with the Balrog, would lean up on Rusty's body and attempt punching him in the face repeatedly.
Allen...suicidal mother fucker.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 4, 2015 1:44:59 GMT -5
Austin watched as Mark made an impressive catch, before grasping the leg and tossing Rusty off the rooftop. For a moment Austin would almost feel a sense of relief, as if it might already be over. But he too noticed the sound wasn't quite right. In his peripherals, he noticed Allen was up and on the move.
Austin knew from personal experience that kid was tough. But it seemed he had a reckless action planned. However noble, Austin couldn't help but feel he was the stupidest mofo he had met. Knuckles began to move as Bolt leapt to try and tackle Rusty back over the edge.
If he managed to do it, Austin would not hesitate. He would continue to run toward the edge of the roof before he would stop to survey the courtyard briefly before he would step over the edge and let gravity take hold, landing in a couch, grass and dirt upheaved as he left a small crater from the fall. In which he would immediately seek out Allen and Rusty.
And if Allen had sacrificed himself for nothing, Austin would be much closer to Rusty now, which meant he would be a prime target and Austin would prepare himself to defend if he could, halting his run and lifting his arms in front of him just in case.
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Post by Mark Kent on Jan 4, 2015 2:04:44 GMT -5
If Allen's move worked Mark would follow Austin off the roof, landing in a three point kneeled landing, surveying the area and the crouched position was good for reacting to what might come.
If it didn't work, Mark would have to wait and see, circling to get a good view of what he'd have to do from there. Probably attack... Maybe punch to the face. Assumptions.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2015 2:28:21 GMT -5
The doctor took steps two at a time. She'd spent some time securing the infirmary, getting people out, and making her way to the closest set of stairs that would take her out of the crowds so she could get to the one that lead directly to the roof. She would shove open the door to see the kid that had helped her back in the dorms not more than a few weeks ago dive at the man just coming up the side of the building.
She gasped.
The door slammed shut behind her.
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