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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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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO.
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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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New Contact [Ft. Lyric Richko ] || [ After Hours ]
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"What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets. Fuck outta' here."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jun 26, 2015 1:18:43 GMT -5
STR: 40 | DEX: 40 | CON: 25 | WIS: 50 | INT: 27 Another late night in NYC and Juelz Santana found himself accompanied by the Santana Group. The Santana Group consisted of people with considerate skill; skills that actually meant a damn other than the basic capability of smashing another's face in. As his territory grew, so did his needs. He was in need of a computer specialist, and he has caught wind of one fitting the credentials needed. But all he had to do was wait for them to show up.
So he sat at an empty bar, adorned in a simple black and white business suit.
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Post by Lyric Richko on Jun 26, 2015 1:43:54 GMT -5
Lyric was slightly surprised he got a letter in the mail. He hasn't told anyone where he lived, so he wondered if it was another hacker or maybe an assassin. However it was only slightly as this wasn't completely abnormal from his life. He noticed all the note had was an address and he recognized it as a nearby bar. A bit shady, but not horrible.
Putting on a light blue dress and some ribbons on his pigtails he got his purse and looked through it. Money, phone, and a few more items - perfect. Lyric walked out of the door of his apartment, locking it behind him.
On the way there, Lyric passed many different people. He didn't live in the nicest part of town, but maybe it was a bit more comfortable for him, after all it wasn't as if he had a clean record.
Upon entering the bar he sees the lone person sitting. He takes a seat next to him and twirls the letter in his hand. "You called?" He then dropped the note onto the table and sized up the other. He put a few pieces in his head before smiling slightly. "Oh, Juelz Santana, how interesting..."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jun 26, 2015 1:55:34 GMT -5
STR: 40 | DEX: 40 | CON: 25 | WIS: 50 | INT: 27 Lyric Richko joined him at the bar. Golden orbs fixated on the female sporting the blue dress with equally blue pigtails. Ordering a lemonade minus the sugar, he reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out his trademarked E-Cigarette. Taking a few drags, the scent of watermelon lingered in the air.
"Good to see you could make it, Ms. Richko. Help yourself to whatever it is you want to drink."
Taking another drag he figured he should get down to business, right?
"You've been recommend by many of my 'clients', Ms. Richko. So I have a proposal for you if you will be so kindly as to hear me out."
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Post by Lyric Richko on Jun 26, 2015 2:06:47 GMT -5
Lyric is unfazed by how his gender was addressed. He honestly knew most people would never understand it, but he's taught himself to be less emotional about it. However he does adjust his pigtails slightly as he feels one getting a bit loose. He bites his lip as he should have redone them before he left. The dress he's wearing is an elegant sundress, nothing cheep about it. It seems to be made out of a mixture of cotton and silk and it's a wonder why he even has the dress in the first place.
Upon the drink statement he makes a small half smile, then orders a ginger-ale. He pulls his phone out from his bag as he waits, one of the newer android models. He then quickly leans over and wraps his arm around Juelz. With a cheerful voice he says, "Selfy." And then he takes the picture whether or not Juelz went to safety. Afterwards he puts his phone away and just sits and contemplates what was asked of him. A proposal, well it couldn't hurt to listen.
Lyric made an innocent look and tilted his head. "Alright then. what did you want to ask?" He then picks up his drink and if you notice closely his arms seem to be shaking a bit, as if he might drop the glass. Actually looking at his entire figure, the boy is like a twig, but still with a decent figure. Though he looks easily breakable and it's a bit odd considering what he does that he's still in one piece.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jun 26, 2015 2:20:28 GMT -5
STR: 40 | DEX: 40 | CON: 25 | WIS: 50 | INT: 27 The selfie taken put the group members scattered around the bar in high alert. The Mafioso themed members gripped at their concealed weapons before Santana gave them the subtle signal to relax. Once the picture was taken, he'd adjust his now messy collar with a little chuckle despite being the type of person who hates selfies and taking pictures altogether.
He paid the female no further mind as she began to shake. Once he took the sip from his cup of sugarless lemonade, he explained the proposal with the utmost amount of confidence and swagger a man of his stature could possibly muster up.
"You are an renowned hacker with the extensive background of a women who has been doing what it is you do for years upon years. Despite your young age, that says something about your skill and judgement. I want your expertise on my side and I'm willing to pay your price wholeheartedly."
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Post by Lyric Richko on Jun 26, 2015 2:38:51 GMT -5
Lyric thinks about what Juelz says. Now for him to work under someone, well he hasn't done that in months. Actually the last time he did something like this is didn't go so well for the clientele. Well, why not try again, after all yolo.
He leaned in closer and gave a smirk. "So you want to know my price." He then went back to sitting normally. "I'll tell you a joke." He starts to childishly spin around on the bar stool as he says his joke. "If a person dies, life goes on. If you die, what happens?"
He stops spinning suddenly and smiles. "No one cares of course." Now this joke might be funny to Lyric, but to others, maybe not so. But as Juelz would be absorbing the joke, Lyric is getting out his phone again. He gets up a document and shows it to the other.
"My contract is simple. Protect me and as they say, give me the resources if you want certain info. Above all else..." He pauses to see if the other is listening. "Entertain me." The phone screen has not the rules, but what would happen if one didn't follow the rules. Now for a man of Juelz's position, it's a wonder what Lyric would be able to even do to them, but then he'd have to find out himself.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jun 26, 2015 2:57:49 GMT -5
STR: 40 | DEX: 40 | CON: 25 | WIS: 50 | INT: 27 When Lyric told her joke in retort to the proposal, Juelz Santana simply followed with his usual stoic expression. There had to be a secret meaning to the little outburst, right? Yeah, it only made sense after all. Recommending criminals was no joking matter, so he took each "scouting session" seriously. He attempted to read his target, get inside their head, see their views and values, and more importantly, see if they can be trusted. Lyric Richko proved to be a tough nut to crack in that regard,but the night was still young—an infant still suckling on the teet. He'd figure her out before their meeting came to a close.
When she showed him the document, he had no idea what it was he was actually eyeing down. What, was that a contract? Why the fuck did she keep a contract on her phone? Never the less, he read it to the best of his capabilities while focusing on the words being spoken by Lyric. No, this was no contract... This was a list of rules and what would happen if one didn't follow them... What the actual fuck...
"You'll be well protected, that I can promise you, Ms. Richko. Your talents are too valuable, I can't risk you getting harmed in any way, shape, or form. As far as resources are considered, I already took the liberty of prepping your potential lab if you accept my humble offer... Furthermore..."
He paused,
"What exactly are you into, Ms. Richko? Entertainment wise, that is?"
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Post by Lyric Richko on Jun 26, 2015 3:16:20 GMT -5
There were little signs - the wandering eyes and the pauses. Lyric could tell that he confused the heck out of Juelz. He probably never met a person like Lyric, but then Lyric never met a person like himself either. It wasn't that his personality would be very hard to match, but combining it with his actions would enlarge the gap.
Well what entertainment did Lyric like, it was actually a tough question. He was a bit childish and liked playing games and such, but he found after you learn the trick to a game, you can almost guarantee victory. And that was pretty much his life actually. You find the pattern and after examining you can deduct.
Back to the question of entertainment Lyric smiled and said a simple answer. "Whatever you think I'd like." To Lyric it was straightforwards as he's given many hints of his personality and his likes and dislikes; surely the other could think of something, but maybe not.
"Or... you'll visit me? Not only for work?" His voice got a bit softer and fragile like his body. Was there a secret need to this boy? In truth this was all a test for Juelz that Lyric was giving to see how he would respond and learn about him. After all, life is a game.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jun 28, 2015 18:42:16 GMT -5
STR: 40 | DEX: 40 | CON: 25 | WIS: 50 | INT: 27 She was obviously playing mind games with the cocaine connoisseur. It would be a breezy day in hell before he took the time out of his packed schedule to visit a fellow partner without there being any business venture behind it. Why, you may ask? Crippling trust issues and Mafioso creed. However, like most things, Juelz considered the notion despite their being very little chance of the two getting together outside business ventures. But he supposed it was about time to respond to her words, right?
He was going to until a fellow group member interrupted the conversation with haste.
"He have a issue, Santana. Chang and his clique demand they speak to you ASAP."
The member spoke, her body on the edge while her hand grazed the handle of the concealed pistol. With a faint sigh while adjusting his collar, Juelz signaled for the associate to allow the Chinese man entry. Without even looking at Lyric, he spoke; though his words were directed at the female.
"I advice you to go to the back while I handle this little interruption, Miss. Richko. Things are more than likely going to get messy and I wish you no part in it, understand?"
Once said, he rose to his feet and strolled forward. Meeting the Chinese man halfway.
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Post by Lyric Richko on Jun 28, 2015 19:00:03 GMT -5
While Lyric waits for an answer he sees someone approach both of them. He immediately realizes it is one of Juelz's acquaintances. Smiling he takes another sip of his drink then is a bit surprised when he's asked to leave. Lyric's expression doesn't give anything away as he tilts his head and gives an adorable smile. "Alright then~" He jumps off the seat, stumbling a bit from his weak legs. He then grabs his bag and drink to head to the back.
In the bar there were some private back rooms just for parties of people, usually ending up with drunks and whatnot, but Lyric just went into an empty one. Putting his drink down on the table he got out his cellphone and a cord. He looked up in the corner of the room to see a small security camera and he smirked.
After managing to reach the camera from a ladder he found in a closet, Lyric had hooked up his phone to the camera. Now with a few smart pushes of some buttons he managed to get the audio and video of the main bar on his phone. He gives a mental cheer as he did it and wants to see what this man Juelz is really like.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jun 28, 2015 19:28:00 GMT -5
STR: 40 | DEX: 40 | CON: 25 | WIS: 50 | INT: 27
A Chinese man lead the pack of fifteen pissed individuals. "Santana! You little prick!" The man bellowed towards the suave and relaxed seventeen year old. His own people surrounded him and the rampage men, so not a single soul apart of the Santana Group showed any sign of worry. "We had a deal? Why are you trying to bend me over and ram it in, huh?! We had a deal, you white haired cunt!" He continued to scream at the cocaine connoisseur. Juelz' simply stood in place adjusting his collar and bowtie before having enough of the intoxicated and drugged out rage of the Chinese man. So, with a burst of speed that rivaled that of the viper, Juelz found his massive hand wrapped the mans mouth, applying an insane amount of pressure on the mans face; mainly the mouth area.
"I told you if an issue ever arose for you to come at me with a cool head and some fucking respect, right? Yet here you are, zooted off whatever the fuck it is you Chinese drink and my merchandise."
His men, before able to react, found themselves held at gunpoint by the fellow members of the Santana group with equally terrifying agility as displayed by Juelz. The flushed faced of the Asian grew even more red as the pressure caused him steadily growing pain. At this rate the drug tycoon threatened to shatter the cheek bones with his insane strength alone.
"Now, I'm going to remove my hand from your face and I expect a little fucking respect from the likes of you. We on the same page, Chang?"
Removing his hand, the Chinese man held his aching jaw for a moment before spitting rancid saliva in the face of Juelz. Adjusting his head to the side in suave moment, Santana shook his head in mild disappointment as he evaded the pool of drugged out spit.
"Fuck you!"
And with that, more men entered the bar; these men tooting bats, swords, knifes, and other various weapons.
"And here I thought we were above this senseless violence? Very well then, Chang. Fuck you."
Violence ensued directly afterwards.
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Post by Lyric Richko on Jun 28, 2015 19:44:16 GMT -5
As Lyric watched his phone with interest, the talk, then as they started to brawl. He tilted his head. "Oh, they're fighting..." Looking at the door he wondered if he should lock it in case someone came in. Well he unhooked his phone and put it in his pocket, having it in a wireless mode. He walked up to the door and put his ear to it, able to hear the fighting from where he was. Deciding it wasn't safe to leave he just backed away and looked for anything he could use as a weapon.
He thought locking the door would end up being a hindering an only escape route if he needed it. And really if someone wanted to come in, with their level of power they could just knock the door down. He rummages through his purse and gets out a yo-yo which is made out of steel. Giving it a few twirls he goes back to looking at his phone while listening to the noise carefully in case it gets closer to him.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jun 28, 2015 19:54:57 GMT -5
STR: 40 | DEX: 40 | CON: 25 | WIS: 50 | INT: 27 Wave after wave of riff-raff toppled and groaned at the calculated and expert hand of the Santana Group. Juelz himself fended off a majority of the gangsters while his company cleaned up the stragglers. Using one of the many Japanese influenced scattered around the makeshift arena, Santana and compay incapacitated these attackers with cuts at the legs, waist, and stomach to impair movement. The cuts were deep enough to kill if they continued to struggle, but many of them laid toppled and accepted their fate. Seeing a few of the thugs manage to bypass the defense and head to the backroom, Santana followed with intent on stopping them dead in their tracks.
Movements like a phantom took care of these lost souls and those who now hid in the backrooms were safe... At least for now. He had no idea which room Lyric had herself in, but she would remain safe and he would keep up his end of the deal.
"Get your ass back here, Santana! I ain't done with your punk ass!"
The gang leader taunted while shooting bullets.
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Post by Lyric Richko on Jun 28, 2015 20:03:38 GMT -5
Lyric noticed that on the video, there were people coming closer, but then were taken down. He was mildly happy that he was safe since that's what he wanted. He tried to remember the last time he was attacked and ended up with an unpleasant vision. He remembered the ending scene in front of him and it was rather ugly.
Well as he waits in his room he wondered what Juelz would do when he came back for Lyric. Surely he wouldn't leave if he wanted him so badly. For precautions he took a small bottle of liquid and a lighter, putting it in a pocket. He guessed he was ready, at least he thought he did.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jun 28, 2015 20:17:58 GMT -5
STR: 40 | DEX: 40 | CON: 25 | WIS: 50 | INT: 27 Coming around the corner, Juelz saw the Chinese man standing over a few of his associates with twin hand pistols aiming directly at him. The Chinese man didn't miss a single beat, as soon as he saw Santana, he emptied the clips in hopes the bullets would make quick work of the young drug tycoon.
But placing your hopes in something like bullets when dealing with the likes of Juelz would bear unfavorable results. Using the Katana blade, the Kenjutsu and Battōjutsu practitioner sliced and reflected each and every bullet with prowess, movement, and agility only seen in movies or witnessed in anime. The Chinese men watched, mouth gaping as he frantically attempted to reload those empty clips of his. But, in a black burr of complete silence, Juelz closed that eight meter gap in the blink of an eye and sliced across the exposed chest of the gangster as he passed him in samurai akin fashion.
Blood dripped off the stainless steel blade as the gun totting gangster dropped to his knees in dramatic fashion.
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