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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 Jul 30, 2015 20:43:00 GMT -5
Alethe was curled up on the floor outside of the janitor's closet. She'd been sitting there all day, and she seemed wrapped up in a book. The cover of the book was blank--it didn't seem to have any particular title, and it was entirely black. Her head was bowed and she was gently biting her lower lip, using a spare hand to hold her hair out of her downcast eyes.
She wasn't necessarily enjoying the book, or rather, no one would be able to tell that she wasn't enjoying the book, for she seemed so enthralled to be reading it... but really, as her light crystal eyes scanned the heavily filled pages, one confusing thought was on her mind. It was twisting into a million different directions, and she was starting to wonder, "Would I be able to be a villain like in this story?" She didn't ask it aloud, but she was curious. She was, after all, in a school for delinquents... wouldn't it be best that she played the part?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 19:32:53 GMT -5
As she was wondering about the story she was reading, the girl notices a shadow towering over her. Big green eyes under a bright red pack of messy hairs, a torn leather jacket and a suspicious look on her face, it was Ms. Bunton, a new student of the school.
"The hell you're doing, sitting next to the closet, eh ?" she asks, not really aggressive, but with a loud voice that could be interpreted as such. "Man, we're in prison here, you don't know where dudes will piss, you shouldn't be sitting on the floor."
She raises her head, inhaling loudly the scent to try to discern the specific smell of urine, then she looks back at the girl with a concerned expression, hands on her hips.
"Well okay. Doesn't smell like rose 'n' shit, but at least you're not sitting in crap. Would be awkward to go to the classroom with your pretty dress smelling dude's piss, ain't it ?"
Without waiting for an answer, she turns around, put her back on the wall, bends her knees to sit on her own heels, and puts an arm on that girl's shoulder.
"Say, you don't look so tough. The hell you're doing here ? And the hell you're reading to begin with ?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 20:42:00 GMT -5
Alethe's eyes would glance upward, and she'd tilt her head to the slightest degree to get a good look at the object before her that had cast a shadow. For a moment she was afriad that the girl was going to grab her by the shirt and slam her against a wall, or perhaps kick her. However, she was pleasantly surprised when instead the girl... talked about... oh my.
"Well, last I checked, this school was for delinquents, but I don't think they're as big of dumb-assess as you think. They're more likely to fight than do something like that, besides, I'm not blind, so I know where's safe and not safe to be. It's not that hard to detect carpet that's been stained with things, after all..." She'd look away awkwardly, feeling a little rude for saying it in such a way, and she didn't want to seem rude or arrogant, but it was true...
The red-haired girl with a spunky attitude blurted out how Alethe didn't seem too tough, and then asked what book she was reading. This reminded Alethe of exactly what she'd been thinking about a few moments before the girl with piercing emerald eyes and flaming red hair had interrupted her. "It's just a book," she'd say bluntly. She was trying to be rude and not act nice quite like how she usually did, and was trying to test her ability... the blue-eyed girl turned her gaze downward, looking at the fine print on the pages. She immediately felt bad for being "mean" and not giving the answer that had been asked, and then quietly added, "...about a knight that vanquishes evil... and a really despicable villain... I've had this book for ages, I lost the paper cover so the hard cover is just black. Can't remember the name of it for the life of me, though."
She paused a moment, frowning as she tried to snap back to a rougher act. After all, she was in a delinquent school, so she should be like a villain, right? "A-and I'm here for very legitimate purposes! Yeah..."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 20:59:32 GMT -5
The red haired girl laugh audibly at the response, before messing with Alethe's hair in a friendly manner. At least, one could guess it was friendly by looking at the grin that split her face.
"Oh, boi, that's so cute !"
Somewhat, Megan didn't really knew how to react. When she was sent here, she was told it was like a reeducation center, with bullies all over the place and whip-happy teachers - and now, the first student she actually met was this adorable black haired girl. That is a total surprise for her.
"Well, about the title of your book - not sure I can help, not too much of a book person, eh. So you should call it "The Book"."
Clever name for a book.
She takes a quick glance away, just to make sure no one is around. Sure, this girl seems to be nice, but experience told Megan to never rest in public spaces. She never really knows what's happening in the next corridor, and last thing she wants is to be taken by surprise.
"So, let me guess !" she turns vividly to the girl.
"Your dad's rich as hell, you did something to piss him off somehow, he unleashes the kraken, and there you are in the world's butthole. Am I right or what ?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 21:08:03 GMT -5
This girl certainly seemed a bit odd to Alethe, but she automatically liked her for just that. Sure, she seemed strange, but she was definetly interesting, even if Alethe tried not to be as blunt with words. The raven-haired girl would let out a small laugh, fixing her hair after it'd been ruffled a bit and said, "'The Book', eh? Well, it's fitting enough."
When the other girl tried to guess what it had been that made Alethe turn up at this school, Alethe tried her best not to laugh. She was so far from accurate that it couldn't be helped--nope. Alethe tried, but she failed. Laughing, the girl would shake her head and say, "Not at all! I don't have a father, and I'm certainly not rich." She'd stand up and offer a hand to the odd but highly interesting character before her. "My name is Alethe, what's yours?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 21:29:51 GMT -5
Megan noticeably eases up when the black haired girl introduce herself, but suddenly looks awkward when she advances her hand. I mean come on, where are we ? In the court of the king of Overlypolitistan ? Definitely, there was something about Alethe that doesn't belongs in that jail for kids.
Nevertheless, she shakes her hand a little abruptly, in a manner her unusual strength for a girl of her size can clearly be felt.
Then she goes on :
"Yeah, so it's your mom ? Yeah, it's definitely your mom : moms are the worst. Mine is."
She makes a short pause, not sure if she should really touch this subject. But after giving it a quick thought, she decides it doesn't really matter, and continues with a quieter tone.
"Always yelling at me for stuff, then complaining I was never home. Giving me shit when I was there and then crying to everyone I didn't came back for round two. Urgh ! Pain in the ass, that is."
She crosses her arms on her chest and gives Alethe a cautious look, frowning her eyebrows as if she was judging her.
"I say that, cause I can't imagine you being there is somewhat your fault. You totally belong to huge private school filled by assholes with parted haircut... so if it's not your mom... then I give up."
She scratches her hair in disbelief, before concluding : "And the name's Megan, but my friends call me Corvielle. You can call me what you want"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 21:49:02 GMT -5
Alethe's gaze softened as she heard the girl relay her story onto Alethe. To her, it seemed somewhat sad that the girl had such feelings for her mother, and though it seemed like her female parent might not handle things in as calm and gentle a matter as was possible, she couldn't deny that it was understandable for a mother to have expectations and not want their child to be up all night getting into trouble.
"Well, I guess you'll have to give up, because it's not a problem with my mother, either. In fact, my mother is quite a lovely lady and I'd appreciate it if you didn't insult her without knowing what she's like, merely because you don't like the image of mothers or fathers you have set in your mind..." Alethe would say gently. To her it was no surprise the girl had such a strong shake, she was rough around the edges, that seemed pretty obvious, but still... "I'm here for my own reasons, to be entirely honest... and you know, private schools aren't that bad. I've actually met some students that have been in private schools before and quite frankly, they're actually pretty nice... of course you'll always find jerks there, but there's bound to be rude people no matter where you go, right? But just because someone's rich or poor doesn't always mean something about them personally... after all, we're all people..."
The frailer girl of the two would sigh, shaking her head. "I guess you could call me a bit of a psychopath, or at least someone who's a bit insane. Nothing that I'd particularly be worried about, but I guess I am pretty odd for going to a place like this when I hardly fit the bill, yeah?" She'd let out a nervous laugh at the last part, somewhat embarrassed. "I'd really like to think I'm tough but in comparison to everyone here I'm just a glass doll!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 22:21:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, they're people, but screw them anyway, right ?" She rolls her eyes, in a manner it's indeterminable if she's serious or not.
"Some people arn't evil jerks from hell, but they're still butts. And sometimes you meet the nicest butt in the world, and the only thing you can think is - dam, I want to kick it that much ! "
She makes a pause, happy of her analogy, before she concludes : "Well, that's private schools for you. Screw 'em butts"
Putting her hands in her jacket's pockets, and after another quick glance behind her shoulders, she gets her face very close to Alethe's and says, in a quiet but determined voice.
"Man, when those assholes sent me there, they promised me hell. So I'm bracing myself for it, and so should you."
She backs off a little, frowning as she mentions the situation. Determination can be clearly seen on her face, and at this distance, even with the poor lighting, the facial scar that goes through her left cheek appears openly.
"I'm just sayin'. Life's hard, you got to get harder. And sometimes, you got to strike first and you can't afford to think twice."
Then she sports an open smile again, and puts her hand on the dark haired girl shoulder.
"So yeah, miss glass-doll. If someone picks on you or anything, just make sure to tell me. I'm a professional asskicker and I like dolls a lot."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 22:56:46 GMT -5
Alethe didn't know whether to back away or stay put when the girl drew her face so near to her own. It didn't matter, though, as she backed off soon enough. "Er... yes... I know what this place is supposed to be like, hence why I came here..." She didn't want to admit that she was so weak she probably couldn't defend herself if the time came, but she wanted to at least pretend that she could. "And I thank you for the offer. It's good to know someone's out there looking out for you, you know? Though I'm pretty sure I'd be fine on my own if something did happen..." She shrugged before adding, "I don't know..."
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