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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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Bikini Contest! [4th of JuLuau/Group/Open]
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Having perfected our disguise, we search for someone we can't fool.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jul 8, 2015 11:40:45 GMT -5
Siobhan was distracted by the nervous speaker's loud announcement. What the- So there were personal questions and a rap battle? Oh no, Siobhan was not doing that. How was she supposed to get out of that? She couldn't and the inevitable would end up being her on the stage. Was this supposed to be impromptu? Maybe she could just rattle off some lyrics from a few songs she knew.
Flipping the phone back in her pocket, Siobhan emerged from the shadows, taking care to keep a distance from the Buff Bara Babe Brigade. Cool names, but they were a loud and reckless bunch, quite the opposite of Siobhan's character. Pausing mid-stride to retie her sash, Siobhan overheard the crowd's cheers and another girl step up to the stage.
Siohban remembered her through blurry memories of being hauled against a wall, but her shouted words at her were fuzzy. Forest fires maybe? Siobhan wasn't sure, somewhere she had lost consciousness. She must have wanted a fair fight, but the very idea of that made Siobhan nauseous, head ringing with her father's words.
Listening to the last piece of of the red-head's statement, which nailed Siobhan's attitude towards this challenge fairly well, Siobhan also noticed the dark red blush that had spread across the girl's face. A twinge of sympathy made Siobhan reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Ah, she should say something! Then again, why should she, the girl had slammed her against a wall.
Siobhan wrote off the girl's previous actions under the pretense that everyone had their own code when it came to fighting and Siobhan was violating hers. That way, the blow to her pride didn't sting too much. Stepping sideways, trying to intersect the girl slightly, Siobhan tossed the words over, striving for nonchalance.
"Good job, it's always hardest to go first. Nice lyrics on the spot I'm assuming".
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I wish heaven had visiting hours.
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Post by Maxime Verbeck on Jul 8, 2015 13:43:42 GMT -5
If I cut the strings that held me hostage, would I fall and shatter? BUT IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES TO BREATH AGAIN WOULD IT EVEN MATTER? Maxime took off her cover up, revealing the bikini beneath and tried her best not to let embarrassment get the best of her. If she had to do a rap she’d do her best! Thing was, she really sucked at improv of any kind unless it came to building machines… maybe she should just sing about her technical problems with the Yeah Buoy and stuff like that? Sarah's rap was really good, hopefully she could do okay as well.
“NEXT UP, MAXINE VEERBICK.”
“IT’S MAXIME VERBECK YOU SCRUB!” she yelled and clambered up onto the stage.
Taking the microphone, she decided this was the part where she was supposed to try act all cool and confidant.
“YEAH BABY CHECK ME OUT!” she flailed her arms around and showed off her bikini clad body—
Oh gosh, her dad would be so mad if he was here right now…
“Gotta get a syncopator for the gyro valve that regulates the flow The machinery on the outsides got more dangerous bleep in it than you even know Like radioactive rods in a nuclear reactor A beotch made fun of me and I turned around and slapped her ‘CAUSE I’M COMMANDER TOOL BELT, NOW RUN AWAY AND SCREAM
CUZ IM A FUN-SIZED MCSHIZZLE GIRL AND I REIGN SUPREME!”
Maxime fist pumped.
“THANK YOU LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS HAS BEEN MAXIME-MCNUGGET, I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE AN AWESOME EVENING!”
She stepped off the stage and scrambled to hide behind the nearest thing possible which just so happened to be Sarah.
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SIRYNN CRUSH ALL OF THE BALLS!! 8)
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❤️ Buff Bara Babe Brigade ❤️
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Post by ❤️ sirynn the hungry ❤️ on Jul 8, 2015 14:01:01 GMT -5
time 2 bring the pink swagger "EEEEEEEEY STORMY MAH GURL!" sirynn would yell and jump into her arms. she would hug her fiery red-head squad member. sirynn would then hear that there was a rap battle in the competition. she would pull out her swag glasses and wait her turn, before ripping off her dino robe and hopping on the stage in her pink and white striped bikini. "sirynn is the name and stealin' yo girl is my aim imma tell you, dont try to play this like a game when i walk in all the girls feel my swag and i dont mean to brag but after this rap is done imma take u home in a doggie bag, EEEEEEEEEY SIRYNN OUT!"she would end her rap with a squatting swag pose, before moon walking off of the stage. swaggy as heck. hear my white girl rhymes
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jul 8, 2015 14:19:05 GMT -5
Siobhan wondered if she was out-classed here. The last two raps were completely impromptu, answering Siobhan's question, but were good enough to get a good cheer from the crowd. If Siobhan's pride would let her, she might've admitted that she was getting a little nervous, walking onto the stage and trying to make rhymes. Before she could even think to wrap her head around what she should say, her name echoed across the stage.
"Siobhan Arden!"
Fuck. Well, no wonder this was impromptu, Siobhan was going to wing this. Untying her sash, Siobhan carefully laid it on the floor. Straightening, Siobhan took confident strides across the wings of the stage, before emerging onto the main platform. Okay. She hadn't made a complete idiot out of herself yet. Steeling her resolve, Siobhan grabbed the microphone from the stand.
~To the boys out there Staring at the girl's asses just shaking everywhere You know who's the Queen And what's that mean? We're going to bring it down hard! Bring it down hard! Grab those VIP- cards. The girl to the left, boy to the right Show 'em what you got and make them jeans tight!~
There should've been a mic drop at one point but Siobhan's face had turned red during her performance once her body actually started dancing along to the rhythm she had built up. Fumbling with the microphone now, dying to run off stage, Siobhan all but scrambled away once the microphone was safely placed back on the stand.
Oh God, she hoped everyone forgot this moment because Siobhan would never live it down.
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Sirynn's #1 Fan Girl!!!
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Post by jieun on Jul 10, 2015 0:55:22 GMT -5
'Who would've known that this would be rap. Who would've known that I would end up doing this in front of people. Hopefully, I don't freak...' Claire let out a sigh and walked up the stage. At this point, she wouldn't remember anything that happened after that. Claire took off her shirt revealing her own bikini, took out the mic that was on the stand, and held it up. After the beat started, she let it out...
She started monotone almost as if she was chanting... "They be yelling in my ears they say it's time to take a stand They be yelling in my eyes they say it's time to look for a plan They be yelling in my nose they say it's time to sense the chance..."
Claire held up her hand to pause the music... Then she let out a shout to try and pump the energy up in the crowd.
"THEY BE YELLING IN MY VEINS THEY IT'S TIME TO PUMP WONDER WOMAN!!"
Claire then let out the verse...
"I've been the minor character but I guess it's time to step out Into the world of FEARing monsters that we were always scared about But then I opened my eyes and the abilities I used to doubt I guess everyone needs a hero with a name that they can shout out Bring it on I got a few bars, to losers like them they're more foreign than Mars In my hand I gotta few cards, that'll break you down into a million shards Here's the part where the core goes hard, spit out my lines and they call it art I ain't really Mrs. Steal-Yo-Girl but my ride flows better than your girlfriend's car!!"
Claire then turned to the contestants now...
"Rock the world shake it back and forth it's the ride of Hell and your skill's too short It's a fight not wroth so just mission abort I'm a Queen so royal I'll sort the court I'm a pirate too wanting to slaughter more I'll kick your asses starboard to port Entertain me please 'cause your such a bore Pirate Queen here wants to know what's in store I got a need for speed so you'll bleed lines that feed the ravenous monster inside of me Bitch please I'll send memories ending with catastrophes with my masterpieces While spit sentences ending with periods with girls claiming that she don't bleed as much as this Make you pray like bejeezus until the world ceases to exist to please us and only music can grease us"
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Post by Naotora Kyoya on Jul 13, 2015 9:56:23 GMT -5
We were the fire on the moonlit skies After each participant, Naotora would clap and cheer quite loudly, shouting their names. Everyone needed encouragement, even if they didn't know what they were doing. Some were really good at it, and some weren't but this was all about having a fun time, so each participant got equal applause from the upbeat Japanese-Korean girl. When it was her turn to go up, Naotora skipped up to the stage. However, as soon as she was actually on it, her demeanor changed from cute and happy to something most men - and women, who swung that way - would lust after. She was a performer, after all, so this whole thing was sort of her gig to begin with. Her bedroom eyes met the crowd and a small grin graced her lips as she began to unbutton her shirt. "Listen here, ladies and gentlemen," she said with a sultry tone, her fingers moving quite slowly. "How about we try something a little adventurous? I know you're likin' what you see, but touching will cost you - lookin' is free." This was all stated as though she was reading poetry, and by now her shirt had been fully undone and she threw it into the crowd. And, not quite surprisingly, she simply left it at a duo of couplets. Was this likely to win the round? Of course not, not the crowd clearly didn't come to a bikini contest to watch these ladies rap. Stepping down from the stage now in just her bikini, she went to go find Nanami once more, eagerly awaiting what they'd have to do next.
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