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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 Moana Simisola on Jul 31, 2015 22:09:08 GMT -5
your time is now
your number has been called
It was a sunny morning. To Moana, it was the start of another day at the high school. Another day, another time - she remembered when she first arrived, how people stared. Even now, sometimes, they stare. But she became background, and that to her, satisfied her. She didn't need to be on the foreground. She could watch when she was in the back, and nobody would target her. The whole blending in thing was part of her being you know. She walked to school today, feeling that the path up to the school was better for her. Today was going to be a great day - she got to watch well... and she got to spend time doing whatever she wanted. Well not necessarily, but close enough. Pulling at her collar, the girl knew that she was probably one of few that kept to the school uniform. And even then, she had liberally changed it. Where the skirt was knee high, it was now seven inches from the knee - her vest was missing and her blouse was open on her midriff. The tie was loose and she had the sleeves rolled up, knowing she'd use her hands today like she always did. Her school bag was slung on a shoulder and that was about it. Her blue eyes looked around as she crossed the street, and finally, she entered the large gates of the school. And going right through the front door obviously - why try another way like some of the others did? However, she had to stop today. Why? Because a pair of idiots were arguing and beating each other up. Normally she'd love to watch - but as today was a good day, she wanted to get to the shop. She had the itch to make something. She wasn't going to go waltzing in those bozos either - but she was getting irritated, as she tried to squeeze her way out of the crowd. Instead, they were pushing her in. And that was irritating. The dark skinned girl kept trying to hedge out, but people were pushing her more and more to the fight, simply because they wanted to see it. Or was there some conspiracy to get her to be the center of attention? A trick by cruel gods that's for sure. She was on the outer edge of the fight finally, and then someone roughly pushed her out, causing her to stumble out. That's about the time the combatants stopped, and stared at her. And, not willing to lose ground, Moana stared back. And that was the scene for anybody else unfortunate enough to get pushed to the forefront. [/b] open • Words; 0446 • Notes; this is open to whoever, hope the setting is good! [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div] |
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jul 31, 2015 23:15:32 GMT -5
'In a cruel and evil world,
being cynical can allow you
to get some entertainment out of it.'
-- Daniel Waters
--- Walking beyond the gates of 552 seemed to lead to a whole other dimension of sorts. Not necessarily a complete and utter transformation from the city life to school, but a more consistent in ones face attitude. The level of rudeness and hostile behaviors was always on a high. A school for delinquents right? A school to reform them right? Cause putting violent adolescent teens together and expecting change with conflicting yet almost similar attitudes always seems like the most perfect of ideas. Then again funny enough Cereza wasn't caught or anything like that to be going to this particular school. Odd right. Well sometimes people do have zone schools and other times things are presented as a challenge. Cereza was certainly a girl that loved a good challenge when it presented itself to her. Loved when it stepped right up to her and issued itself an invitation. So why the hell not right? However there was still a lot she didn't get about this forsaken school. Perfect example being how it always seem to come under attack by random forces. Honestly if she had a dollar for every time the school was ambushed somehow she'd be rich-- wait, she already was. Whatever.
--- The logic behind it was lost on the brunette and she believed herself to be cute the intelligent one. Prided on deciphering, dissecting issues bestowed upon her. But the mystery behind the consistent assaults fell death to her. Sometimes she often wondered if there was gold hidden beneath the structure of the school. Alas that didn't seem like the logical answer. She couldn't see ordering Wonderland to come and fuck with this school. It was just a school. It held no true meaning. It held nothing over her life. Wonderland had no stack and nothing to gain by toying with this school, not even for the hell of it. Just didn't seem worth it when there was a whole city to look forward to. Now if they were paid hefty for it then maybe, but for themselves it was fruitless. This is why so often at times Cereza just watched and observed. There was no affair she needed to try and involve herself with. If there was no benefit there was no purpose. Tempered children walked the halls of 552. Orphans, crazies, blood luster's, you name it they probably go there. It wasn't a day that went by that a fight didn't break out. Everything started over the slightest of things. Bump into each other, someone didn't say sorry BAM! punched in the face. Looked at them rinse and repeat. Some days it was boring other days it was pure entertainment.
--- Cereza wore her usual attire. Simple white blazer, open button door revealing a black tank. Her infamous trademark fedora sat idlely on her head with her hair tucked in manner that gave the illusion she had short hair. Simple jeans and sneakers completed the often casual look. Usually those apart of the underground recognized her due to her attire choice, that hat most of all. Michael De Luca's daughter, well step daughter but daughter nonetheless. Cereza too wasn't one for the limelight but couldn't help the fact that it would always be shinning upon her most of the time. It was a part of life she accepted. During the brawl Cereza had been watching from the frontlines, not her normal spot or thing to do but something had her standing here with her aviator shades on. Her elegance and grace seemed to seep off her, though some side there was always an air of 'probably shouldn't mess with her' that followed. Like hungry children fighting over a piece of meet the crowd tightened trying to get a good look until a girl got pushed in. The exotic beauty watched as the girl seemed to stand tall and proud against the looks. Cereza smirked, honestly out of the entire crowd this white swan probably stood out the most. Almost looking like the ringleader, the organizer of it which was incorrect but still - appearances and all. It wasn't often she spoke up but lately things had been changing. A smooth as silk tone left her lips as she addressed the girl that was thrown into the lions den.
"When lions are hungry they feed rather quickly.. Are you to become the prey or the predator?"
--- Oh when's the last time she presented a riddle?! It's been awhile, seems like Cereza was showing up huh. Well her words only made it more seem like she was the person in charge. She didn't care she was poking the bear.
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Post by Moana Simisola on Aug 1, 2015 11:31:51 GMT -5
your time is now
your number has been called
Well. As if she hadn't had enough on her plate - that fight was getting out of hand - she now had more. Her eyes noticed the white attired girl, and the words she spoke. A riddle? Really? Now? Moana wasn't dumb - people kept thinking that since she was a shop class kid, she was dumb with academics and boy they were wrong - but she just threw a smirk at the other girl. ''Why become either, when you could hunt the lion and take it's pelt home?'' she said. Part mix of irritation, part mix of sick of this and a full mix of 'Did you really ask me a riddle when these two are fighting near me?' in her tone. Well, she wasn't the most polite of people. Shifting her own weight, she just bounced back as one of the guys was throwing wild strikes and almost hit her. ''Woah, watch it buddy, people want to pass you know!'' she shot towards him. To anyone that knew of it, they'd instantly notice the touch of Capoeira in her body - the way she had bounced, and the way she recovered easily, gracefully. The red haired girl just threw a nasty look and then just turned and walked towards the white garbed girl - the closer she got, the more details she could make out. Such as the black undershirt, her eyes and finally the fact that the other girl was taller then her. About an inch or two, three max. Okay, maybe four inches. Though, the funny part, is that the shorter girl thought she could take the other - height didn't matter. It was your flexibility. Those where the words that were drilled into her head so often it was like instinct to repeat. Well one thing she could tell is that the other girl was pretty - not in the lesbian kind of way, but in the way that one can appreciate beauty. And hey, Moana was a child of the sea. Beauty appreciation was number one for her. The two girls were like an exotic batch and anyone looking their way would probably... well Moana wasn't sure but they would probably just stare. Stare and wonder. Well, she didn't. Why did she approach the other girl again? She just observed the other warily, her blue eyes showing that she was not out of guard, but that she knew just what the world could throw - and that she wouldn't let it happen again. All was fine - soon the fucknuts would be done trying to wrestle each other, and the decent kids could go to class finally, instead of sitting out here like sitting ducks. She hated being stuck out in the open, simply because it was vulnerable, it was wide.. but hearing their noises was a mite better then the silence. At least with the ocean, the reason it was so wide is because most people were afraid of the depths. She loved them. Although, she realized she hadn't even spoken to the girl. Damn, what was she supposed to say? ''So, come here often?'' she asked. Well, crap, good job Moana. Way to ask a dumb question. [/b] Cereza Nova Grey• Words; 0530 • Notes; okay cool thread closed... and well damn this will be fun. [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div] |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2015 21:21:59 GMT -5
Mack saw this and decided to make him even more mad “WHO’S THE BITCH NOW, BITCH” She yelled, watching the veins on his forehead pop out. His chest heaved and his nostrils flared. She half expected him to spontaneously combust he was so mad. And with anger, came her advantage. His swings became more violent, but they also became more predictable and telegraphed. He swung wildly, and mack dogged and weaved. She had to give up attacking for now, there was no way she could get a hit in. Her plan was to stay on the defence until he got tired and slowed down inevitably. This guy had obviously never had a proper lesson in martial arts, because his swings were ridiculously obvious. Still, he was obviously strong physically and Mack was weak in that respect. She’d already been smacked in the face once, and her lip was fat and bleeding. She felt a little bit dizzy, and her fists hurt. A lot. But so long as she didn’t get hit again, she had a chance at winning this fight.
Suddenly just as she was dodging another hit, her opponent stopped, staring at something. or someone, rather, who had been pushed into the ring. “HEY LITTLE BITCH, RIGHT HERE!” She moved in with a donkey punch to his gut, and he bent over double “YOU LITTLE FUCKING- C’MERE!” He began wildly trying to hit her again. One of his attacks almost hit the dark skinned girl behind him. “Fuckin’ hell, I’m so done with this.” With that Mack Ducked under the strike, got very low to the ground and kicked upwards right between his legs. She’d really done it this time. He was in so much pain that his knees actually buckled and he fell to a kneeling position. Mack didn’t bother to taunt, instead she broke through the crowd and disappeared in amongst the people so that, when he eventually recovered, she wasn’t murdered. She honestly expected him to pull a knife on her or something at this point. But honestly it seemed he was down.
“Yo, sorry bout that girls, It was totally all that little bitch’s fault.” She said breathlessly as she tried to blend herself into the crowd by joining the pair who had been at the forefront. Mack had her school shirt unbuttoned completely to reveal a white muscle shirt underneath. Her skirt was just above her knees, just like the dark skinned girl. Both of them were a sight for sore eyes. She just looked like a sweaty, and bleeding mess. That guy was definitely going to seek her out. She had definitly made an enemy. “You didn’t get hit?” She nodded “Good, good, just me then.” She said with a grin and she placed her hands on her hips. She had class anyway, but it was probably best she go clean herself up a little first.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Aug 3, 2015 11:18:36 GMT -5
~Hmm.. technically one was still chosen.~
--- Grey hues watched from behind Aviator shades as the redhead remained in the fray. Cereza smirked back at the response not one bit surprised by the answer as so many often chose that. Yet to her they just choose to be the predator whether it be by a different name or not. To decide to be the one doing the hunting to her that's exactly who they were then, the predator. After all they weren't the prey. Being the ever observant one picking up on the girl's irritation wasn't a tough thing to do. Some people often wore such things on their sleeves. Others tried to hide it and either succeeded or failed. However often more times than most there was always a subtle way to pick on things whether be a little tick in the form or reading heavily between their words. That is if one wanted to stand there and decipher someone like a complex code. Even then so, what part of their words would be truth and what would be false? A good liar, a good manipulator was capable of embellishing a lie with a hint of truth.
--- Aside from the girl's apparent sass her movements caught her attention. Cereza recognized the small hint at a particular style as she nearly dodged by bouncing backwards. The familiar bobbing reminded her of Capoeria a style she had came across but never added to her arsenal. Well no that was technically a small lie. She herself, Cereza did not utilize it but she as Jinx acquired it's flexibility, speed and need to remain in motion. She didn't really use it's attacks just the principle thought of the art. Capoeria was a tricky art with more than one way to truly use it. She didn't see to many people use it on the regular. Nice to see something different. Cereza had found herself often taller than most girls around her age group. Marcelis jokingly called her a Glamazon. Sometimes height was an advantage and disadvantage to both parties but it was only the truest of problems to those that didn't know how to deal with either. The young brunette's mind wasn't even on the thought of taking this girl on. Cereza didn't fight without a reason, which usually involved the other throwing the blow first. She wasn't a girl easily provoked as provocation was her forte and it was rare she offered herself to spar. Clearly her mood was the deciding factor. But one key factor about her was that she never overestimated or underestimated anyone.
--- Remaining in place as the actions took place in the background of the shorter redhead, Cereza waited for the girl's approach. She was a pretty girl. Beauty can appreciate beauty. Indeed they were both of the exotic nature and those types always seemed to draw attention whether they wanted it or not. Especially from the guys who could never stop their roaming eyes. Gets to a point where one just has to embrace it and maybe even use it to their own advantage. The closer the girl got the more behind shaded frames Cereza observed the girl from her approach to her posture to any little ticks. The girl was holding on her guard like a knight's precious shield, nothing wrong with that. Cereza was guarded at all times herself. No one liked feeling vulnerable. No one like leaving themselves subjected to the possibility of what could come along. Yet was it a bit contradicting that all the same she tended to live a bit dangerously? Walking on the tips of blades, pushing people's buttons for entertainment - to see how they would react. She smirked at the girl's rather awkward question. It sounded like a boys bad pick up line.
"Hm, you could do better than that I'm sure."
--- Did it sound insulting? To someone with a temper sure very easily it could come off that way. It also was saying she believed the girl was beyond that. But hey can't fault someone truly for trying to find something to say in a situation where, what do you really say? The fight was still a burst of insults with a small blonde girl mouthing off to the opposite sex. Feisty little thing she was. Cereza's head tilted to show she was looking just past the redhead towards the brawl. Typical insults slipped from the blonde's lips making the boy more irritated. Honestly was it the words that made him truly angry or the fact that a girl was throwing them out there with all his boys watching. Ya know a man's machismo, can't let a girl stand them up. Too bad he got his balls kicked in by the other shorter female, but then she scurried away immediately after clearly to avoid further issues. Well now, interesting. She managed to find her way towards Cereza and the other and luck be to little blondie that some of the crowd had moved in front of them so they weren't in the forefront like before. Though if she thought she would find solace for long - well Cereza hoped the girl was prepared to continue if anything was to happen. After all this was the halls of 552 and loyalty was a rare commodity. People loved seeing a fight and doubtful anyone in this crowd wouldn't point the girl out if he came looking and demanding. Cereza had to wonder how she came across some people. Blondie still tried to stand tall and prideful after it all and again she smirked and shook her head.
"Heh you're a trip. You know you were better knocking him out for now before you put your tail between your legs and ran."
--- At least she would be able to breathe a little bit easier till he woke up. And again there was miss sassy.
"Every action has an equal and opposite reaction right? Consequences catch everyone."
--- Life lessons with Cereza!
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Post by Moana Simisola on Aug 3, 2015 13:39:45 GMT -5
your time is now
your number has been called
Moana wasn't sure if she was going to get a headache, or what. Damn. She didn't want to think right now - she wanted to get to school, and get to shop class because that's what was worth it. The dark skinned girl knew she ended up answering the riddle anyways - but who cared? Her eye twitched. She knew she could do better but she didn't want this... this woman to tell her that! Her blue eyes just shifted, as she tried to not blush. She wasn't. That. Embarased. Get over it Moana! Honestly, lately, her whole feelings have been weird and funky and it was pissing her off in it's own right. Did it have to do with knowing he was around? That she had a path she could take? She didn't know. What she did know, is that slowly the crowd was surging forward. The sounds were growing louder and then stopped. Moana's instincts made her hackles rise, as she felt the crowd shift and move. Crowds were bad places. It's where people like her would come in and ruin a day or ten. Her back was to the fight, she was confident she could dodge anything that came her way. She was minimal trouble here at #552, and it would stay that way if she had a say in it. Quiet, unassuming, and then when nobody watched... well yeah. She was trained to be an assassin, so things to her came naturally. Like the moment of vulnerability when the male's nuts got kicked. Would have been easy to finish it. She had caught that by his groan - and for a single instant, she had shifted her head to watch in periphal. The blonde came towards them, peppy and full of... what? Moana couldn't understand it herself. Fighting had always left a sour taste in her mouth. Her fingers curled and then relaxed. It was fine. It was none of her business anyways, now was it? The red head then tilted her head to the pair of girls, listening. She was quiet now because she didn't do well with people in general. She had been isolated because of her life, and training. Because of him. Even those months of freedom hadn't been able to erase her life long schooling. ''Of course I'm fine. His strike was dumb.'' she ended up saying. It was almost insulting to think she'd be hit so easily, but the other girl's so casually thrown away concern was a surprise. Weird. ''Although, it's not any better if he hit you.'' she replied. Of course, miss white gangster (because what else could this girl be? She was taller first of her, and second of all she was wearing all white and well.. her aura reminded her of someone she wanted to know.) had some advice. The red head just shook her head, but her eyes showed a small smile. A small degree of warmth from the old, weary ocean. Because what she had said was true - age old, and true. ''Yeah. Next time, use your size - you're small, you gotta be quicker then that lump of meat. Dash in, pick at him.'' she said. She knew something like that - machines were similar. A stubborn part wouldn't move, you had to go in small, cajole it to work. Trying to weld giant pieces of metal was harder then smaller ones. It could be seen as fighting to some, but to Moana, she was building. And building was fighting with the universe to create something. Maybe. It was general, but the blue eyed girl thought they related pretty well in the end. That and just saying what her teachers taught her off memory, was a good thing. ''But we should get moving.'' she said, not even realizing that she had lumped the three of them together. Because to Moana, these two girls she didn't trust, but she'd rather deal with them then the majority of students that the school has. After all, they seemed to be decent. Despite the pretty weird quirks. [/b] Cereza Nova Grey @zen • Words; 0680 • Notes; fufu, this is going to be interestin' [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div] |
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