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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 "Knuckles" on Jul 27, 2015 23:48:09 GMT -5
Home sweet home..
The squeel of breaks sounded out as the rumble of his engine died down and he shifted his bike into casually rolling into his familiar parking spot outside of his apartment building. Nostneutral,algia took hold. Austin had not been 'home' in quite some time.
Dropping the kickstand, Knuckles would rest his motorcycle and swing his leg over the back end. He would stretch wide, pulling his small skull cap helmet off and placing it on his seat. It had been a long ride. After all, he had just traveled from the west coast.
Letting out a weary sigh, Knuckles would lift his right hand to tun it through his hair. Said hair was shorter now, as if it had been shaved at some point and was only starting to grow out again. Casting a glance toward the waning moon, Austin would move around, up the steps and to his apartment door.
Rick's probably gonna shit bricks when I roll in there..
It had been a little under seven months since he had spoken to anyone in the club, at least on this coast. The old bastard had probably feared the worst considering turmoil this area was in when he left. Austin wouldnt continue to dwell, instead he grabbed the doorknob and opened it, stepping in quietly.
"Rick? Yo, old man.. You still kicking?"
"G-God damn, am I hearing a ghost?!"
"Hah, Yeah. I'm here to haunt you til you croak.."
"Eat shit you turd. I thought you were dead in a ditch or somethin'!"
"Well I'm here in the flesh. But I don't have a lot of time. I need to find someone, the kid I left in charge."
"Okay, okay. But you owe me a fuckin' explaination, son."
"Later, I gotta grab and run. I'll be back, I promise."
Turning away, Austin would act as if the whole situation was normal and take a few quick steps out of the living room, down the hall and to his bedroom. The door was shut, Rick probably hadn't even touched it. Upon opening the door his previous thought was confirmed. It was like he never left in the first place. Moving inside, he went to the closet and opened the door, peering down at a large locked trunk. A small smirk spread on his lips and he took a knee and unlocked it.
His haxel iris' dancing about at all the goodies inside. Ontop was the most important, his reaper cut. The apex logo brought a flood of memories, but he wouldnt sit idly by and daydream. Reaching down, he would grab it and lay it on the ground. Underneath that, were various weapons other contraband, however he was looking specifically for a single it. Finally catching sight of it, he would grasp for his personal cellphone. Austin had tucked it here months back. Now all he had to do was charge it.
Moving toward his dresser, Knuckles would plug the phone in and then pull out a cigarette and light it. He had been through the ringer the last half of this year and he felt worse because he had dropped everything and left. But not without reason. Austin felt he only owed an explaination to a few though. Macht being one. He left him hifh and dry to maintain Apex. Hopefully he would understand.
Austin would smoke through half his cigarette before he powered the phone on. Still on the charger he would pick it up and scroll through his contacts until he reached Macht's number. If only he had a camera to see his face on the other end when he hit the dial button. Knuckles you puff at his cig as the phone began to ring. Hopefully Macht still had the same number. If he answered, Austin would speak quicky.
"Macht.. Been a while. We need to get together ASAP. I gotta fill you in on some shit.. And I'm sure you do as well."
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Post by Macht Stärke on Jul 28, 2015 0:09:33 GMT -5
| back from the dead like a blast from the past, people come on back when you least expect it. sometimes it happens right when you need it, too.
Macht was at one of the newer Apex safehouses that had been established in the growing Haas territory, going over shipments and inventory. His left metal hand tapped its fingers against the table he was seated at as he read over reports, filling the otherwise quiet room with a loud clink. Yannick was due with another supply of arms within the coming week, and they were just barely going to be meeting their quota, so it was something he'd been worrying about for a time. He sighed a sigh of relief, however, when he saw everything was going to work out.
The German's train of thought was interrupted by his cell phone going off, which caused him to jump from surprise. Taking it from his pocket, he stared in disbelief at the contact on the screen.
Knuckles.
There was no way.
With a furrowed brow, Macht answered the phone and put it to his ear, His jaw dropped, and the ends of his lips curled up into a smile upon hearing the voice. "You son of a bitch," he said as nicely as one could possibly say that combination of words. "I'm at a new safehouse in Haas territory. I'll text you the address so you can come over and get your ass beat." The redhead laughed, waited a moment to see if there was anything else Knuckles had to say, and then hung up the phone. He'd text Knuckles the address, and then continue going over some of the paperwork, though right now his mind was elsewhere.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jul 28, 2015 1:16:10 GMT -5
The exchange of words happened similar to what Austin had expected. After he had gotten off the phond, he waited for the address to come. Within moments he got the text. Moving back toward his closet he would grab the apex cut and pull it on. Instantly he felt comfortable, like a piece of himself that had been missing returned.
Shouting out his good bye to his step father, Knuckles took his leave and mounted that steel horse. The engine roared back to life and he pulled away heading to the specified location.
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As he pulled up and unmounted, those harded, hazul hues danced about his surroundings. It would be interesting to see what the inside looked like. He was glad that things hand't fallen apart in his absence. With that confident strut of his, he would move quickly toward the entrance and let himself in. Scanning the inside, his voice boomed out.
"MMMACHT! Where is my damn 'welcome home' party? I demand strippers and booze! Hah.."
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Post by Macht Stärke on Jul 30, 2015 9:34:20 GMT -5
| back from the dead like a blast from the past, people come on back when you least expect it. sometimes it happens right when you need it, too.
What Knuckles would see upon entering was that the building was still under construction - Macht was in the place of getting a nightclub up and running that he could run a bulk of the trade from easily. As he moved through those doors, Macht was on his way up the stairs, and Knuckles would clearly see that his old underling had changed quite a bit. The previously shorter, scrawnier, four-limbed Macht Starke had grown almost half a foot, was now practically a body-builder, and his left arm and leg were visibly now metal prosthetics - his plain black wife-beater and gym shorts did little to hide them. "Well I'll be damned," he said with a grin as he reached the top of the stairway, crossing his arms over his chest. "I was half-expecting a pissed-off-lookin' zombie to walk in here in your stead, but lo' and behold, it's the Huntsman in the flesh." A small chuckle followed and he stepped forward, extending his real hand out for a shake, and if taken he would pull the bastard in for a bro-hug, which was really just a pat on the back. "You'll get the strippers and booze when you explain yourself fuckface. Obviously not from here though, this place still ain't done if you couldn't figure that out already."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jul 30, 2015 17:21:01 GMT -5
"Lucky the work-in-progress is still even standing with you at the helm.."
Of course the tone he spoke could clearly be determined as a joke. Austin couldn't have found a better step-in. And he did indeed owe him the reason for his sudden departure. But that would come shortly. Instead yhose Hazel hues danced about the shell of the building they stood in.
"This'll make a good replacement for The Wayfarer.. It'll have to do."
Knuckles trailed off slightly as if he had slipped into the past. He quickly anapped out of it and directed his attention to the reunion of friends.
"I'll fill you in shortly. But I need to know whats been happening while I was on.. Ahh, Vacation. Is Riot still a threat? Things with Yannick going smooth?"
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Post by Macht Stärke on Jul 31, 2015 10:01:24 GMT -5
| back from the dead like a blast from the past, people come on back when you least expect it. sometimes it happens right when you need it, too.
"Riot's been dealt with," Macht stated firmly. "I snapped one of their elite's necks myself. Broke every last vertebrae. As for Yannick," he paused for a moment, sighing. The redhead moved over to the railing and leaned on it with his metal arm, shrugging. "Relations remain in good standing. Though we either have a rat or some prick has been targeting our shipments. More than half our shit in the last month has been stolen, so meeting Yannick's quota has been tough. Right now his is the only one we can meet unless we want to burn that bridge... which would probably be a bad idea."
Cocking his head to the side, he would begin to head down the stairs and gestured for Knuckles to follow. Might as well give him a tour of the building-to-be while he laid everything down.
"There are some newcomers in town, too - they go by Orochi. Well, maybe "newcomers" is a bad word - they're new to the scene of heavy hitters, but they've been based in the city for a while. If I had to guess I'd say they were the ones hitting our merch, but it's so recent I've got no proof. But, I'm not about to bombard you with all the shit that's happened under my watch. I'll handle it."
Macht laughed before sitting on a pile of wooden boards, next to all the Haas paperwork.
"You makin' a big comeback? Or are you just gonna sneak up on everyone like you did me?"
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Post by "Knuckles" on Aug 3, 2015 20:08:23 GMT -5
"I'm not sure if I want people to know I'm back yet.. Maybe it'll be a surprise."
Austin had followed behind his friend, taking in his words as he did so. He was happy to hear Riot wasn't a problem anymore, at least right now. And this Orochi problem would be dealt with in time as well. He was judt glad that Macht had been able to hold his father's legacy together during his disappearance.
"Glad to hear about Riot.. Those guys had me by the balls. I'm sorry I dropped off like I did. It wasn't my intention to be apart from the brotherhood for so long."
Knuckles shift weight as he stood there staring at his friend. He couldn't reveal everything, but the young outlaw felt he had to fill him in on what he could. Austin felt as if he owed it to Macht at least, to give him the lowdown. After he foubd the words, he would begin to speak.
"Before I left, I got a call from an old friend out west. I owed him a big favor and he decided to call it in. I was originally only going to be gone for a little over a week, maybe two at the most.. But things didn't go according to plan."
Knuckles would stop talking, look downward and then dip his left hand into his pocket, pulling his cigarettes out. Lifting the pack toward his mouth, his lips would grab at the filter of one and pull it free. Lighting it, Austin took a drag. As he exhaled, he would speak again.
"I was suppose to go over quetly. They needed me to do some work, but it had to be someone from the outside, or at least looked it.. Someone in the know ratted though, me and another Nomad got picked up by the sheriffs. I was locked away in Juvy until four days ago. I couldn't call anyone on theap chance there was somebody monitoring my calls. I couldn't risk any blowback on this charter.. Thats the truth, man."
Knuckles shrugged. He had been caught and there was little he could do but 'behave' on the inside and get released early. Austin felt bad about the whole situation. He left his brotherhood high and dry, even if there was little he could have done to prevent it. He just hoped Macht understood.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Aug 11, 2015 7:45:36 GMT -5
| back from the dead like a blast from the past, people come on back when you least expect it. sometimes it happens right when you need it, too.
Macht simply listened as Knuckles spoke, nodding his head every so often. Once the man was done speaking, Macht was silent for a moment. He crossed his arms across his chest and looked down to the floor. After a few seconds, he looked up at Knuckles with a half-grin on his face and chuckled. "You fuckin' rookie," he said in the least-asshole-ish way possible. "Shoulda called me anyway. Ain't nothing anyone could do to hurt my name, and tying me to Apex would have been impossible. But fuck it, can't change it now. What's done is done, just don't make that mistake again, man, or I'mma robo-punch your dick." He'd lift his prosthetic arm and the gears, pistons, and wiring inside would cause a mechanical cacophony for only a half-second before settling back down.
"That answers all my questions but one. I just gotta know, now that you're back, what do you want to take care of first? Check on things with Yannick? Stake out new venues, maybe upkeep on old ones? Or you wanna skip the business for now and just get straight to the strippers and booze? Shit I'm good with that last option honestly."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Aug 11, 2015 8:18:46 GMT -5
Knuckled would laugh a little at his friend's words. He would have given more detail if he thought it was needed. But Macht seemed to accept it and he was glad. The last thing he had wanted to deal with was an angry brotherhood. But he wasn't sure how to progress just yet. Dealing with Yannick first was probably priority to keep things running smoothly. He had to let the guy know he was back in the fold.
"Yannick first, I suppose. He should probably be informed that I'm back. In the mean time.. What the fuck happened to you? Piss off a girlfriend?"
It was pretty clear Austin was talking about the prostetics his friend now had. Knuckles felt a pang of guilt in a way, because maybe whatever happened wouldn't have happened if Austin had been here to have his 'brother's' back.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Aug 11, 2015 8:30:37 GMT -5
| back from the dead like a blast from the past, people come on back when you least expect it. sometimes it happens right when you need it, too.
"Alright, Yannick first, but after we hit that shit I need a drink man. Been a long day every day for the last few months." Pulling out his phone, Macht would shoot a text to Killian to come down to the new nightclub for some important business, and as usual the response he got was "fuk u." Which, really, meant that he was on his way.
"As for this, uh," Macht stared down at his left arm and poked it a couple of times with his right index finger, still slightly weirded out by it. "Shit got real heavy in the city a couple weeks back. This dude dropped in and started killing students in the school and I was the only one who could stand up to him, but I got fucked up in the process." An ironic smile was on his face, and it would be accompanied by a chuckle. "These four hooded people just showed up surrounded by "black mist" is what the reports say. Shit I've seen happen in person only a couple of times before. Got me a little on edge."
Kicking up from his seat and heading over to a small fridge he had connected to a long ass extension cord, he'd pull out a couple of cokes, tossing one to Knuckles if he wanted it.
"Ever since then Yannick has been making some badass new shit. You gotta see how it works in person. If you thought them standard "hulk" pills were badass, prepare to be blown out of the water, bro."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Aug 11, 2015 8:50:36 GMT -5
Austin listened while his buddy spoke. Clearly his friend here had improved by leaps and bounds if he had been one of the only people to hang with whoever showed up. He would close his eyes briefly and drop his head slightly before he heard movement. He opened them to see a coke thrown his way, hand lifting to snatch it from the air.
"Damn. I'm sorry I wasn't around, dude.
Knuckles shrugged slightly, before opening the soda and letting his mind wrap around the idea that Yannick had developed something better then the Jeklhyde formula Austin had previously been privy to. Scratching at his head, Knuckles took a sip of his soda before he spoke.
"Shiit, if it's better than before than count me in.. There was nothing quite like that feeling."
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Post by Macht Stärke on Aug 12, 2015 8:26:05 GMT -5
| back from the dead like a blast from the past, people come on back when you least expect it. sometimes it happens right when you need it, too.
"Don't be," he said with a shrug as he took a sip of his coke. "It was a bad time for all of us. Hell, ever since then I've got more enemies than friends - more backstabbers than allies - and I'm honestly glad the same didn't happen to you. You got a relatively clean slate right now... let's keep it that way."
Offering what was probably the most sincere half-smile he had in months, the German turned his attention to the doorway to the nightclub. Killian's guys were already here, evident by the shaking doorknob - quick bastards. He likely had them out collecting protection money or something, but either way, the quicker the better. "It's open, you fucks," he called out before they finally opened it. Two big dudes in suits would walk in with a briefcase, and Macht would approach them. Taking it, he'd shoo them away, and drop the suitcase on the "counter" next to the papers.
"Prepare to be amazed," Macht chuckled and opened the briefcase. Pulling out a baggy with two pills in side, he would hand it to Knuckles. They were smaller than the old pills, cleaner looking, and a hell of a lot more potent. "Two of the old ones would have you lifting a car. Two of these will have you throwing that son of a bitch like a frisbee."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Aug 12, 2015 19:50:45 GMT -5
Austin would smirk as he stared down at the bag offered toward him. These things had been amazing before and Knuckles could still remember vividly what it was like to feel the effects take hold. He wanted to use them now, but he figured they would be best saved for a rainy day.
"Nice, I'm sure a killin' has been made from these. It's good to see that things have gone well with Yannick at least. That isn't a connect we could afford to lose.
After he spoke though, his mind wandered to other thoughts. His failure as a leader of the group in which his father had entrusted him. Granted it wasn't entirely his choice in the first place. However Knuckles still didn't feel like he had any right to take the president patch back.
"Listen, I think you're better off leading Apex in my stead. I'll still do what I do, but I'll follow your lead from now on.. At least until I know that I deserve to lead again."
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Post by Macht Stärke on Sept 26, 2015 8:46:03 GMT -5
| back from the dead like a blast from the past, people come on back when you least expect it. sometimes it happens right when you need it, too.
"I wouldn't do you the insult of a handout," Macht laughed to himself. He figured that once Knuckles was ready to take the position back, he would. And when that happened, Macht would hand it over after making sure he wasn't going to have any chance to bitch out, then take up arms with Equilibrium again. Apex needed Knuckles to recover and get back into the swing of things, and that's exactly what was going to happen before Macht gave him the reigns once more.
"Look. There's some uh... shit I need to talk with you about." The redhead sighed, taking another sip of his coke. "There are a lot of things you don't know about around here. New gangs, up-and-comers, that sort of shit. But the most important thing I can tell you is about Riot. And I haven't told anyone this shit, but I feel like I owe it to you, so if I'm gonna tell you, don't do me the disrespect of shitting on my trust, alright?"
Macht would wait for a positive response before speaking up again. If he got none, he would just continue to wait.
"You remember the other redheaded fuck who messed around with Apex months back? Mikey was what he went by. Yeah, he's uh... Well, for starters, his name isn't Mikey. It's Marko. Marko Starke."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Sept 28, 2015 9:27:45 GMT -5
M-Marko Starke? That fucker is related to Macht?!
Austin wasn't so sure how to react at first. Part of him was angry because it was Riot in the first place that had caused Knuckles so much anger and pain. Talon and The core had forced him to do a whole lot to help him. They had threatened everything he had cared for. While Mikey- Errr Marko wasn't directly involved in those threats, he still represented what Austin had come to hate.
"So.. What does that mean? You're siding with Riot because that dude is family?"
It was a simple question. There didn't seem to be irritation in his voice, but he certainly needed to hear the answer. He was glad that Macht had decided to tell him, instead of finding out another way. And even if he said he was siding with them, that didn't mean he was completely against it. He needed to hear his reasoning before he made judgement.
"Blood is blood.. I understand that much. But after everything Riot did.. Why?"
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