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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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Regrets and Spirits (Yvette)
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 2, 2015 17:51:13 GMT -5
Siobhan smoothed her maroon skirt while she sat in the barstool, taking a moment to adjust her position before sliding her hair off her shoulder. She was flushed from stress, and the snug black shirt reaching to her forearms made her feel confined. The open collar helped keep her from overheating, but sweat was already on her back. Taking a moment to breathe in a calming breath, Siobhan reminded herself that she was in one of the most comfortable places in New York City for her. Vintner and Tanner was a pub for the more fashionable and risky crowds of the city. It was also her father's favorite spots to hold business meetings.
Siobhan didn't want to be here. The pub was great and the lowkey music was calming, but her father's declining attitude was taking a toll on Siobhan's own mental health. The longer the meeting went on, the closer she was able to convince herself that something was wrong. As the Arden heiress she couldn't allow this to unnerve her, but the nausea was starting to make her head float. Needing something to ground her, she ordered a Cherry Flip from the bartender in hopes for something to dull her senses. Her father was normally too preoccupied after the meetings to pay attention if she was tipsy.
While Siobhan waited for the drink her eyes fell on a girl sitting at the end of the bar, which was only two seats from her, and a book up on the counter. How strange. If you weren't with someone, you were there to get smashed not pleasure read or study. Curious, she watched the girl for a moment, before accepting the cocktail from the bartender. Taking a long drink of the sharp and mildly sweet drink, Siobhan's eyes wandered over the open page, trying to identify what she was reading. She withheld voicing her opinion to appear stupid or intoxicated, but was making educated guesses to herself.
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I would marry books if I could. Society isn't ready for that though.
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 2, 2015 19:04:43 GMT -5
Yvette gently caressed the glass where her half drank whiskey and coke rested her fingers then slid around it and lifted it up to her lips. She finished the almost homey tasting drink in two swallows and signaled for another. With out thinking she let out a content sigh drift away from her lips and she pulled her hand back to lovingly turn the page of the book in front of her. Then a low dry laugh suddenly came from her and she muttered. "Il est con ce personnage." Yvette then tore her gaze from the book and took up the now refilled drink to her mouth with a new found haste. As she placed the glass back down on the counter that's when she felt it. A crawling sensation on her skin, she knew what this meant, eyes. Yvette began to fidget in small ways, fixing and/or removing her reading glasses, reaching down to fix the pant leg of her skinny jeans, moving her bangs over to the side to hide her face from the only person near her. Yvette peaked through her bangs and found a girl looking at the contents of her book. Yvette narrowed her eyes slightly studying the young woman wondering why on earth she would be interested in a someone else's book. Most of the monstrosities claiming to be human came here to try and 'have a good time' which translates to 'lets try and vomit our organs up'.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 2, 2015 20:23:03 GMT -5
It didn't take long for the quirks to start up. That's normally how it went if the person was aware enough to realize that they were being inspected. Briefly, Siobhan turned away from her to take another long drink. Swirling the cup, her tongue cold from the frozen drink, she wondered if she should ask the girl the title. It bothered Siobhan that she couldn't recognize the book, and anyways, she liked to pride herself on being knowledgeable. Sipping down the rest of her drink, Siobhan felt the curdling fear lessen, and then grip back strongly. Her body tightened, nails digging into her resting forearm on the counter. Siobhan needed a distraction, something to grasp onto before the world got too fuzzy.
"Is it a classic? Mark Twain or perhaps another English writer?"
The words brought her back down to earth, and Siobhan wondered if she had spoken loud enough or too loud. The confusion left her at loss if she should be more conservative or not. Scowling briefly at the whiskey in her hand, she decided she might as well fuck herself over for the night and just order vodka. Anything to keep her awake and in reality without fear and stress collapsing her for the next day of school. Turning the barstool slightly to be half-open to the girl, Siobhan flicked her eyes up to her expectantly, while signaling to the bartender for another order.
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 2, 2015 21:07:35 GMT -5
Yvette's doe like eyes turned watched intently as she noticed the girl's tension leave her. She was not aware that the girl in front of her was full of angst until she saw it ebb away. Yvette thought that would be the end of their little and very subtle meeting, but just as she was directing her attention back to her book she caught sight of the girl who almost seemed like she had seized up. Slightly startled Yvette froze then she was meet with a voice that sounded almost urgent.
"Is is a classic? Mark Twain or perhaps another English writer?"
Yvette groaned inwardly with such an amount of irritation and the weariness that it could have only possibly been meet by her desire for a cigarette at that moment. Yvette however rose to the occasion and turned her whole body toward the girl, and cordial smile on her face. She adjusted her reading glasses so that they were resting on her head and she leaned over the two seats outstretching her arms with the book in hand showing it to the girl.
"It's called The Dream-Hunter, it's written by Sherrilyn Kenyon. I believe she is an English writer but I have a french version of the book with me today."
Yvette met the girl's expectant stares head on while letting her thick french accented voice drift her way. Yvette had her own look of annoyance in her eyes hidden in a calm and friendly demeanor waiting for how the girl would respond. She grabbed her glass with her free hand and downed the rest of her drink her nerves welcoming the meager numbing it offered.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 3, 2015 11:15:36 GMT -5
Siobhan's mind was a bit lopsided, and as such she couldn't discern whether the girl was irritated by the interruption, or eager by how she stretched so far to show her the book. While she stared down at the pages, listening to the rather modern explanation. Siobhan would've pegged her as someone who read classics. The author was familiar, but Siobhan had not read the series before. That left her for a loss of words, but then another idea reached up.
"French translation then? Your accent makes me think that English is not your first language."
As the girl reached for her glass, Siobhan filled out her order for the next, more stronger drink. In the lapse of quiet between the order and the girl finishing her own drink, Siobhan's eyes wandered over to the hidden stairwell at the far corner of the pub. She shouldn't be concerned, but not even the slow jazz music was quelling her fears. She grew restless while waiting for her drink, stressed that at any moment she would be diving over the counter, taking cover.
It was a fear from childhood that she had never grown from. From the second meeting her father had brought her to, the entire transaction went into shambles, a gunfight breaking out. Siobhan had hidden between the barstools in fear and uncertainty for what to do. In the end, her father had disciplined her for being stupid enough to hide in the open, not take cover or fight for the Arden name. Even now as she sat with her legs crossed, her hands itched to pull out the knife she had earned from PHS #552, if only to calm herself.
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 3, 2015 11:47:44 GMT -5
"French translation then? Your accent makes me think that English is not your first language."
The cool clear glass seemed to almost scream at Yvette as the girl spoke again. It was empty, and at the moment that would just not do, she look at the bartender and plainly stated.
"I just want the whiskey."
Yvette then pulled her book back and sat it down gingerly on to the worn bar top. Her eyes longingly lingered on the cover before she faced the girl again. It was a fight to stay seated in her chair all she wanted to do was run out the door and possibly never come to this establishment again. She thought to her self, why on her first decent day did she have to be approached by a girl that seemed more high strung then a first time crack user? Yvette did however, appreciate the fact that the girl could have a seemly light conversation her restless state.
"You thought right, I was born and raised in France."
Yvette firmly placed a friendly smile on her face and made her speech light and welcoming she felt almost like someone dealing with a shaken animal. One thing Yvette didn't know though is if she or the girl in front of her was the shaken animal. Her eyes wondered the length of the girl seated two seats away and began taking notes of her appearance. That's when she saw a slight movement from the girl's hand. If Yvette had been taking notes on paper she would have stared this movement observation. However the only thing Yvette did was turn to stare at the warm brown liquid the bartender was filling her glass with.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 3, 2015 20:11:56 GMT -5
Elusive. Siobhan wondered if she should engage with the girl further. The girl's thoughts were distracted, but the pleasantries were distracting from the strained movements. Again, Siobhan was unsure of how to proceed. Questioning her was a good distraction, and discussing the book was one of the few things Siobhan didn't mind keeping up conversation over. In fact, it was more surprising that the girl was trying to mask over her annoyance. If it was annoyance, Siobhan was undecided about many things.
"I just want the whiskey."
Ah, same over here. Siobhan was growing restless and impatient waiting for her own damned drink. If the bartender had time to take more orders, then hers should already be filled. Disliking her unnecessary anger over impatience, Siobhan wrote herself off as nervous. It was better than facing the truth that alcoholism was genetic, and Siobhan got more than the genes that thirsted alcohol. The longer she was hindered by it, the more the whispers in the back of her mind grew louder. Fear or paranoia? Anger or the first strings of abuse? What else is hardwired into you, Sia?
"You thought right, I was born and raised in France."
Was that grounds for an automatic distrust of someone? Siobhan had never been to France. Russia, sure, but that was probably a polar opposite of the French culture. Born and raised huh... Siobhan was curious what a French girl was doing in such a high-end pub like this. Siobhan's eyes narrowed briefly before relaxing when her drink was served to her. No, that was too much of a coincidence for her to simply show up. Vintner and Tanner were selective about the guests they allowed admittance to for the fact of there were risky people inside. Bystanders getting caught in the crossfire of a gunfight normally ended up with them being sued or fined.
She's dangerous. Siobhan didn't need to hear that, she had already assumed it. Maybe she was a daughter of someone high-class. There was a chance she might belong to a dangerous and rogue thug, but Siobhan was more inclined to believe that she just might be the lover of another influential person. Either way, she knew that further engagement would be risky for her own safety. Deciding to cut the conversation off short, Siobhan couldn't help but let a bit of her condescending nature speak out and leave passive hints.
"Awful far from home huh? Funny how things fall into place like that."
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 3, 2015 21:02:13 GMT -5
Yvette watched the girl's movements. Anxious, restless, stressed. She wondered if she should play nicey-nice bar buddy. However before deciding she noticed the girl change in demeanor when she said she was raised in France. Great, she thought, a racist. She wasn't in bloody Britain but she figured this was a great excuse to rid herself of this hindrance of a conversation. She turned her body back towards the counter, grasping the whiskey that was waiting patiently for her attention. She took two large swallows reaching for her book figuring the girl would just cease her contact. Her hand stopped short however as the condescending tones hit her ear. Instantly she whipped her head around irritation and anger flaring. She had been keeping to herself not minding anyone attention and here this girl goes pulling her down into a conversation she didn't really want. Then the girl goes on to act as if Yvette's nationality make her lower then her.
"Yeah, I am awfully far from home. I guess they just couldn't handle me back home, you slip up once and get shipped of to go get disciplined a some special school. I still think I did them a favor by silencing such a 'loud' person."
She made no move to cover her annoyance and anger this time around. Yvette's lip pulled up in a look of disgust. She had tried her best to show this girl nothing but civility and this is what she gets in return. Oh, how she hated people. Yvette went on to sip her drink now staring at the counter pleading with the whiskey to calm her.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 3, 2015 21:18:02 GMT -5
Siobhan struggled to not tip her head back and laugh. She was quite the spitfire, and Siobhan noticed she struck a nerve in her. She tried to ignore the similarity between the "slip up once and get shipped off to go get disciplined at some special school" both girls had. Siobhan didn't like to think of dark memories like that. A slip-up to Siobhan was something that had put her in PHS #552 for better or worse. Still, watching the girl's body language quickly morph from civil to barely restrained anger was amusing. Maybe PHS #552 was rubbing off on her.
"How strange. I thought French woman were naturally loud. Sounds like the discipline school didn't take noisy children lightly."
Oh please, she would know. Siobhan knew all to well that reasoning with teachers who wouldn't give her a passing moment would irritate them and brand her as "noisy". Hypocrite. The word was back again. Siobhan had thought she was escaping it by opening up to others, but here it was. It wasn't wrong either. Siobhan was a hypocrite teasing a girl to ease her own troubles. She took a long drink of vodka in hopes it would quiet her thoughts. It didn't work, so Siobhan continued on speaking.
"But, I guess, what would I know. I've never been to France."
She couldn't say she hadn't been to a disciplinary school when she was attending one. That lie would get messy and difficult to muck through fast. But Siobhan was enjoying poking about the girl as if she was a locked container. Now how did she get the thing to self-destruct...
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 3, 2015 21:39:42 GMT -5
Yvette didn't want to look at the face, she didn't need too. She heard the amusement in the girl's voice and she spoke. She looked at her glass in hand and almost groaned when she found it was half empty again. She did not have enough in her to talk to this girl and be only half drunk. She sat there wanting what ever problem the girl was previously stressing about to go sour.
"More like the librarian didn't take limp bodies and fires lightly. The school however is full of noisy students, if anything it's run by them."
She keep sending icy words to the girl, she was half wondering if she should just leave. Yvette was sure she could find some studying to do if not she could just go to a different pub. Yvette sat there thinking about how much money she had on her when the girl spoke again. She snorted lightly as the girl spoke of France, she made a quick and sourly sarcastic reply of.
"It's a lovely place, you should go visit sometime."
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 3, 2015 22:19:27 GMT -5
Wait. Siobhan's mind was caught up on one phrase. "The school however is full of noisy students, if anything it's run by them." Oh no. Siobhan dropped her forehead into her palm. Yes, there was a disciplinary school that was crammed with unnecessarily drastic students that could be called noisy and was run by the school body's top fighters. What was the school again? Oh right, Public High School #552. It was Siobhan's personal detention for her entire high school career. Or what was left of it anyways.
"You're kidding."
The reply was dry, and Siobhan's mouth was drawn into a bitter grimace. She drank the rest of her drink and decided that it would be best to cut the girl off. She didn't need another PHS #552 student to deal with. All of them were so damn eccentric. A shame really, she was enjoying annoying the piss out of this girl enough to make her continuously drink her whiskey.
"No, I think I'll pass."
Siobhan answered absentmindedly, mulling over the girl's previous words. Limp bodies and a fire? Damn that sounded familiar. The two girls were alike and Siobhan didn't like that. It must've been how she was put into PHS #552. Huh, she wondered if the girl had run into the Pillars yet. She'd like to hear how that might've went down. No, on second thought, Siobhan didn't want to hear anything else, but for the sake of courtesy, she continued to inquire on her own curiosity.
"Hm, let me guess though. You're attending Public High School #552?"
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 3, 2015 22:59:16 GMT -5
Yvette absentmindedly ran her index finger along the rim of her glass. She was seriously considering leaving. She really didn't want deal with anyone or anything. Almost everyday she reached above and beyond her maximum capacity for human interaction at school. While thinking this the girls voice yet again rang in her ears.
"If only I was."
Her voice so bitter it made her lips slightly pucker. The need for a cigarette was ever rising, but she realized she was sooner throw a book away then not finish her drink. She decided then she had a mission, at that moment the girl's seemly less interested voice lulled into her ears.
"What a shame, some how I feel like you would love it there."
Her eyes narrowed as she remembered how so many people looked down on her those last few days in France. Every single one of them acted like the were better, that's probably why this girl now left a bad taste in her mouth. She brought the whiskey up to her lips and let it glide down her throat once again wanting to wrap herself up in the homey taste. As she drank the girl said something about PHS #552. Why did it not surprise her this girl new of it? Hell she almost expected her to be a student there she seemed like the lot of them in there.
"Unfortunately yes, that's were I go to get my so called education over here. Now do I still have to drag my feet in this conversation or are you not done? It's a genuine question, in case you are wondering."
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 3, 2015 23:10:23 GMT -5
Siobhan snorted to herself at the girl's reply. Go fucking figure. No wonder she was in such a bad mood, Siobhan tended to be normally afterwards anyway. Everyday was a fucking adventure Siobhan didn't want to go on. Hell, she almost got her leg broken the other day. Feeling her mood sour in retrospect, she decided to answer the girl's offer.
"Think so? Not sure they'd take well to a noisy child like myself."
Wetting her fingers on the vapor coating the glass, Siobhan mulled her next reply over. To annoy the shit out of her or let her go? What a good question. Very well, Siobhan would leave her if she fulfilled her request. At the moment, Siobhan's anxiety had receded the best she could get it without going blackout drunk. More like when she was blackout drunk. Pulling out her cellphone, Siobhan unlocked it and began scrolling through her messages. Might as well insure some backup while I'm at it. When the message was sent, Siobhan then chose to finish off her glass before replying.
"No need to suffer over light conversation. How about this, we take turns on shots to see who shuts up first."
Without waiting for a reply, Siobhan flagged down the bartender. He was looking irritated with the two girls and their drinking habits he probably wasn't allowed to comment on. Giving him a sweet smile, Siobhan ordered two shot trays of Jaegermeister. Siobhan was feeling not necessarily good, but a little more reckless. Let there be a shootout that night. Killing her would be a kind favor.
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 3, 2015 23:37:25 GMT -5
Yvette did not care to comment on the girl's noisy child remark hoping that the girl would get cease speaking. Her tolerance for this hindrance was growing ever thin. All she wanted to do was finish her drink and leave. Then when the girl spoke next Yvette's head raised slowly. Yvette turned her head slightly to give a side glance to the girl. The girl's proposal sounded almost like an angelic choir.
"Sounds like a marvelous little idea."
She watched the girl order the shot before she was even done answering. Not that she minded, since she was already irritated her mood for reading her book had passed. For sure one thing she couldn't do was pass up the chance to out drink a condescending high strung twit.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 4, 2015 10:57:00 GMT -5
Siobhan accepted the trays happily, eager to drink herself into darkness. Wasn't it three shots mess you up, and then from there it all gets foggy? The bartender couldn't help but pass off another judgmental look to which she smiled in reply. Half pushing the other tray to the girl, Siobhan lifted up one shot in a toast.
"A toast first...?"
Siobhan didn't know her name. The missing information brought an inward scowl at herself. She was getting sloppy. How was she expected to find out what some transfer student of PHS #552 was doing in a pub like this if she was too busy drinking herself away? Careless mistake, but Siobhan brushed it off and began to fix it. Giving the girl a quirked eyebrow and questioning look, she figured if the girl never told her, Siobhan could just call her some pet name. That would irritate her, fast.
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