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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.
Full Story Here.
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New Contact [Ft. Lyric Richko ] || [ After Hours ]
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Post by Lyric Richko on Jun 28, 2015 20:37:25 GMT -5
While Lyric was still watching his phone he heard the door open. Ever so slowly he would bring his eyes up to meet the other person's. He quickly assumed it was the enemy since Juelz was still on his phone screen and he wasn't sure he would trust his men to pick up Lyric.
Lyric made a girly whimper and backed away slowly. By the looks of this he wouldn't be able to make this out unscathed if he tried fighting, so he decided to do the defenseless weak way.
It seemed he was recognized as instead of being shot or left alone he was pulled closer to the man by the hair. He let out more small whimpers, but otherwise stayed silent. "You know him. Why."
Knowing about these situations Lyric just mumbled clearly without making eye contact. "We were just having a drink." For this answer he was slapped on the cheek. The man then made him drop his purse, phone, and yo-yo, not knowing his dress had pockets. Then Lyric was dragged out to the battlefield.
He would then come out with Lyric and while holding a gun to his head. "Santana! I have you're girl so drop your weapon." He is also holding Lyric so his arms are twisted behind his back and they can't do anything. Lyric seems to be in pain with the expression on his face and it doesn't seem like he's faking it. It would make sense though seeing how fragile he looked.
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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 28, 2015 21:03:02 GMT -5
STR: 40 | DEX: 40 | CON: 25 | WIS: 50 | INT: 27 Juelz positioned himself behind the gang leader on his knees while blood spewed from the gash. Santana grabbed the man by his hair and pushed his head forward giving himself easy access to the meat of the neck. Balling a club-like fist, Santana prepared himself to deliver a spine shattering punch that would travel down the bone and leave this man unable to walk ever again if not dead. However, before the strike came to be, a scratchy voice broke the momentary silence.
"Santana! I have you're girl so drop your weapon."
His victorious associates were in no real position to help Lyric, so they had no other choice but to put their faith in their Head. With his typical stoic expression, Santana tossed the sword to the side before exhaling a sigh of frustration.
"I pity you for following such a fucking idiot. Maybe in the next life you'll be a little less dense."
In a flash, Santana flicked his wrist and from his blazer sleeve slid out a knife which could be use for CQC (Close Quarter Combat) or throwing short to mid distances. Following the flick of the blade, Santana let it fly with blur like movements, movements so fast and unpredictable one would have missed them if they would have blinked.
The knife flew through the air and would find itself embedded in the thick skull of the man holding Lyric as hostage. His head flew back do to the sheer force of contact and his arm holding the gun would follow. His last muscle spasms would brush the trigger of the pistol four times, but each bullet flew and lodged itself into the ceiling. Moments afterwards the man collapsed onto his back, eyes still wide open as blood cascaded from the knife.
"Are you alright, Miss Richko?"
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Post by Lyric Richko on Jun 28, 2015 21:15:15 GMT -5
Lyric was scared, but soon he was out of harms way completely. He turned back to look at the man who was now dead. He had no empathy in his eyes, but there was a bit of curiosity. Lyric walked up to the man and tries to take the knife out so he can give it back. With his small amount of strength though he wasn't able to. He pouted a bit, but then smiled and turned to Juelz.
"Thanks for saving me." He walks over and gives a hug, cuddling into the other's chest. He didn't really care if this wasn't allowed, cause Lyric did the hell he wanted. He would then take a step back and smile while bending forwards slightly in a playful manner. "Well I guess you will keep me safe then, I'll work for you." He pauses for a second. "I like marshmallows."
Next Lyric wonders if he should get his bag, but decides against it for now. Instead he's just walking around the room curiously as he looks at all the dead/injured/knocked out people. It wasn't that he was obsessed with death or violence, but this was all good information to take in, a bit of an instinct.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jun 28, 2015 21:30:29 GMT -5
STR: 40 | DEX: 40 | CON: 25 | WIS: 50 | INT: 27 The hug caught everyone by surprise, especially Juelz. He stood there with a grimace and arms held away from the girl. He didn't want to show any affection towards the chick he didn't know. And he knew if his arms even touched her in this moment, she get the wrong idea and expect them to spend time together outside of business ventures.
"You're welcome... Now let go of me..."
He asked in a mellow tone. When she removed herself from around him, he dusted himself off as she bent forward in that playful manner and mentioned how she liked marshmallows. Juelz simply nodded upon retrieving the bit of information before putting himself back behind the wounded gang leader on his knees. With that spine destroying punch, Santana sent a jolt of energy through the spin that broke and cracked the bones like a Mortal Kombat x-ray move.
Alive or not, it matter very little. He was in no position to move which was the goal of the strike. Bending down and reaching into his sweaty pocket, Juelz retrieved the Chinese mans phone then looked over at Lyric who was admiring the bodies scattered around the bar.
"First order of business, Miss Richko. I need you to hack this phone and retrieve every single text message, phone call, and voice message ever recorded on it. I'm also looking for a specific contact. However, that can wait... "
Handing her the phone, he'd give a subtle smirk despite all the bullshit swirling around them.
"Welcome to the family."
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Post by Lyric Richko on Jun 28, 2015 21:50:48 GMT -5
Lyric takes the phone and looks at it. It was a pretty new high quality phone, so something didn't look completely right. He flipped it over and then looked at the front. Deciding not to say anything at the moment he smiled when Juelz seemed to somewhat be rather nice to him. He jumped up slightly in joy and then thought about the few things he would need to say.
"Thank you! I'll do a good job!" He made another smile, then went back into the room he was in to get his belongings. He came back and tilted his head at Juelz. "Hacking a phone is rather easy, but this phone is new. So I actually need to go home to get into the phone company's records. However they might be on a private line so then I'll need to get through the security of that line." He shrugs and looks at the ceiling as if imagining things. "It should take me two days tops, that's if I decide to sleep."
After that part was over Lyric wondered if he should talk about his gender, but then nothing good ever came out of it, so he decided to keep quiet. "I guess I'll take my leave then and if you need me you can write a letter or call. Though for letters I'm sure you've heard of Francis Bacon before, so just use his philosophy alright?" And with that the blue haired person walked away while humming.
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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 28, 2015 22:05:21 GMT -5
STR: 40 | DEX: 40 | CON: 25 | WIS: 50 | INT: 27 "Very well then. I will be in contact, but you can take as long as you need. As long as the time frame is reasonable."
Juelz fixated those honey dipped orbs on his company and they knew exactly what to do at this point. Some began dirtying themselves up to play the role of victims, others began gathering the gangsters that still lived and tied them up, while a few began to discard their firearms in a concealed safe behind the bar. One associate, a limousine driver gestured for Lyric to follow him so he can properly escort her home. Santana and his trusted bodyguards would depart from the bar soon afterwards as the NYPD drew closer and closer to the bar. Getting in separate sport vehicles, each member pulled off with a need for speed.
/Exit ( for reward i would like +5 exp, pls.)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2015 23:49:33 GMT -5
500 bucks for Lyric and +5 STR for Koop.
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