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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.
Full Story Here.
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Regrets and Spirits (Yvette)
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 4, 2015 11:33:17 GMT -5
Yvette moved aside her book making sure it was out of 'harms' way and readily slid the tray of shots in front of her. She was early taking in the alcohol with her eyes when the girl purposed a toast. Yvette turned her head taking in the girl, she almost felt bad for the girl. It was obvious the girl was trying to distract herself form something by the way she had been acting earlier. However Yvette was not about to continue being some toy for an upset child.
"A toast, why not I suppose? A voter pour l'alcoolisme et le bonheur, ma chérie."
She couldn't help but give a lingering bitter laugh at her own toast. She tried to remember when was the last time she went a day without a drink. Then to add onto that she tried to remember when the last time she was genuinely happy. She waved her hand as if to wave away the thoughts. Directing her attention to the girl yet again she saw a questioning had found it way onto the girl's face. She figured there way only one thing the girl didn't get out of the conversation that she may want now. However Yvette really didn't want to give out her name to a girl who couldn't properly ask for it after all this girl had decided to drag her into. With a pleasantly unpleasant smile planted firmly on her face Yvette sent cool words the girl's way.
"Call me what you like, chérie. You have done what you want up to this point anyway, right?"
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 4, 2015 12:22:42 GMT -5
Siobhan threw the shot back, feeling the burn crisp down her throat and into her lungs. Albeit unpleasant, the feeling was relished as she had been without liquor for too long. Shots were always her favorite. They normally mixed her up in some sort of predicament by the night ended. See, there was fun in being dangerously drunk too. Accepting the girl didn't want to give her name out, she was probably annoyed with Siobhan by now, she simply let her be.
"You have done what you want up to this point anyway, right?"
Siobhan tipped her head back and laughed heartily. Already there was a respect for this French woman who took no shit and accepting drinking matches. It was true, Siobhan normally did as she pleased when it didn't concern her family or missions. Even in PHS #552, she tended to do as she pleased, which had gotten her in some fights, but that never deterred her. Lifting the next shot to her lips for the sake of quieting a guilty stab in her chest at never minding others feelings, Siobhan pushed the next one back. The faster she drank them, the more she could get in.
"I suppose that's right. You aren't much of a pushover, so that lends me a bit of leeway."
Siobhan turned her head to give a small grin to the girl. It was probably past salvaging, but she had half a mind to clean up the rest of her mistakes. She wouldn't remember in the morning anyways.
"Sorry for using you as my pincushion, seems I underestimated you."
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 4, 2015 12:55:03 GMT -5
Yvette watched the girl silently as she downed her first shot. There was something so irritating about the girl's company. However she had to admit that it wasn't all bad. She reached out and delicately took a shot glass and then with one fluid movement the jagermeister was rushing down her throat. She let the burn curl it's self around her almost welcoming it. She wanted to not think of anything now, she had brought of topics that made her mind turn to a vast dark ocean. and she was struggling to swim. As she sat the glass down the hearty laugh of the girl hit her with some surprise. Her eyes wondered over to the girl again to see a grin in place. She heard the girl words and without thinking and eyebrow shot up on Yvette's face.
"Sorry huh? Never ruin an apology with an excuse, chérie. However you didn't underestimate me. You underestimated how much whiskey I had before you started speaking to me, that's all."
She reached out for another shot looking at the dark liquid patiently waited to be consumed. She let out a dry low laugh hoping and praying to whatever god may be that she had pain medication in her house for the next morning. With that she let the cool glass kiss her lip as she downed the shot. She smacked the glass back down onto the counter wondering if she should reach for another or wait a few minutes. She shrugged and grabbed another glass she held it between her fingers for a moment. It was only a moment though and that shot was then gone and Yvette was breathing a small sigh.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 4, 2015 18:15:48 GMT -5
Siobhan laughed again at the girl's acceptance of her apology. She certainly had a bad attitude and foul look on her face, but Siobhan found herself not really minding those things. Either way, it was more than entertaining to watch the girl continue to finish her shot tray. Damn, she was being outdone. Without waiting, Siobhan threw back the third shot, the burn making her feel queasy. That was good. It meant the alcohol was in her system and would soon be passing through her bloodstream. The idea of sweating out vodka was pleasing, but the only thing Siobhan had in her hand was high-class fruit juice.
"Fruit juice..."
She muttered the words with a scowl, swirling the fourth shot around. Screw that. She wanted something that packed an immediate punch. Siobhan signaled the bartender once more, and just to spite him, threw back the shot when he appeared. She hadn't tried what she was ordering, so this would be a great way to wonder if it would completely knock her out. Speaking off which... As Siobhan ordered the next shot tray, she tried to slide off her barstool.
"Two trays of Kamakazie shots-"
Her speech trailed off when the liquor in her hit the floor, and her head started swimming. Planting her feet firmly and leaning forward as if slouching onto the bar counter to flirt with the bartender, Siobhan sent him off with a smile. That was a close one. The bartender didn't look impressed with her lazy attempt of flirting, but she wasn't really concerned with him. Turning to the girl beside her, she questioned the more important of the two.
"Do you mind zeohlotce? I've ordered vodka this round."
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 4, 2015 21:20:00 GMT -5
Yvette finished the last shot on her tray. She was feeling pretty good right about now. She felt the high tide coming in, in her head. However she was determined to out drink this girl. She slid the now empty tray away from her and then rested her head on the cool counter top. Yvette heard the girl start to say something and turned in time to see the girl try and flirt with the bartender. It may have been the alcohol but Yvette threw herself back into a laugh. She was soon reminded that bar stool here didn't have backs. Her arms shot out in a desperate attempt to steady herself. By sheer luck her hands latched onto the counter and she was able to prevent herself from falling. Then she heard the girl speak again and her head whipped around.
"If it's alcohol, I could care."
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 4, 2015 21:43:38 GMT -5
Siobhan sputtered with drunken laughter, sinking lower on the bar counter. The poor French girl must've realized that the barstool was a very dangerous thing to be sitting on. Besides, Siobhan had a better chance of out-drinking this girl if she was standing. Bouncing on the edges of her toes, Siobhan was eager for the next tray. According to the French girl, any alcohol was good alcohol and Siobhan considered that to be a principle of her life. Intoxication couldn't be a bad thing until you were vomiting your guts the next morning.
"And that is a solid truth zeohlotce."
Raising a shot from the newly served tray, Siobhan tipped it back, feeling the intense burn of familiarity. There was no way she would be remembering this night. Hell, she'd be lucky if she was able to walk to her father's car. At the moment, Siobhan wasn't swaying on her feet, but after seven shots her balance would be off so bad she wouldn't be able to tell. Even so, her mind was all but quiet when her lips toasted to a wet glass with a sharp taste. What if he notices this time? What happens then? Siobhan didn't need to think about that.
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 6, 2015 3:59:16 GMT -5
Yvette couldn't help herself from laughing when she heard the girl laugh. Suddenly she stopped and smacked her hand down onto the counter. Something was missing, and she had realized exactly what it was. She snatched a shot up from her tray and downed it. She shook her head and placed the glass back onto the tray. She slid of her stool rather carefully toeing the ground before she put all of her weight down. Once she was on the ground she as gracefully as she could manage waltzed over to the girl. She noticed the girl had said something but mentally shrugged it off, what she had to say was far more important! She looked at the girl and asked with a very serious look on her face.
"Do you think they have any good music here, Chéri?"
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 6, 2015 11:36:47 GMT -5
"Hm?"
Siobhan cast a lazy glance at the girl. She was focusing on something. Oh right the shots. Wait. The girl asked a question. Answer that, first, and then take the shot after. Right, okay. Easier said than done, Siobhan's mind was feeling the effects of alcohol and it was very difficult to catch a stray thought amidst her buzzing mind. What was buzzing? Apparently she was because her skin was vibrating. It couldn't do that literally that was a metaphor.
"Music? Oh, I don't know. Ask the bartender. I don't come here too often.."
Siobhan frowned. What kind of music? Did she not like jazz? Or maybe that was a suggestion that there wasn't folk music in a pub? That was confusing. Why would a pub not have folk music? We aren't in Ireland Sia. That was also true. But it shouldn't be limited to Ireland because that would be a stereotype. In fact, that entire statement was a stereotype. How rude of her.
"What kind of music were you looking for again?"
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 6, 2015 12:36:36 GMT -5
Yvette thought the girl was taking too long to reply so she stretched over the counter and called over the seemingly irritated bartender. However when he approached she forgot why she had called over in the first place. She put an index finger up to the bartender and set her forehead onto the counter thinking heavily. She wanted to dance, but why couldn't she dance?
"Music!"
She snapped her head up almost instantly regretting such a harsh movement, she looked at the now beyond irritated bartender then grinned. Oh how she loved her her alcohol, but she didn't love everything that it was bundled up with. She heard the girl speaking not knowing that she had completely missed the second thing she said. She gave the girl a grin and responded.
"The good kind, Chéri."
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 6, 2015 18:50:58 GMT -5
Siobhan didn't know if she was frustrated or confused. Probably both. What did "good kind" mean anyway? Would that consist of a guitar or some kind of techno house music? Was the girl looking for club music or your local classics? She was unsure and it bothered her. Looking towards the bartender for clarification, the guy seemed to be as confused as she was. He also looked annoyed, but no one cared. In fact, Siobhan remembered there was a shot in her hand. She was supposed to drink that! How could she forget? Oh right, the music.
Throwing the shot back, somehow it didn't burn on its way down. Briefly panicked at the thought that there could be a possibility Siobhan was growing immune to alcohol, she took the other shot. For a moment the world around her shivered, taking her delicate balance and shaking it. Clasping her hands firmly against the counter, Siobhan leaned over it as well to prod at the bartender.
"We need good music and another shot tray."
Wait. That was too vague. What kind of shots did she want on this tray? Vodka? Whiskey? Not fruit juice, that was for sure. Beer was gross and completely uncultured which Siobhan didn't even want to get into that discussion. Whatever, she would just order a martini.
"Wait! No shot tray, get me a vodka martini... and the good music."
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 7, 2015 23:05:14 GMT -5
Yvette felt her legs give a little and she clung to the counter for support as she redid her footing. She then watched the girl and was slightly amused by all the looks that flew across the girls face. The one that made her laugh though was the confusion. Did this girl really not know what good music was? Her hand snaked out to snatch up the shots to finish to finish her second tray. Then her eyes slid up to the clock on the wall and couldn't quite make out what time it was. She bottom lip jutted out a little in a small pout and she leaned over to the counter to try and get a better look. However the bartender came over to warn her to stay on the other side of the counter, apparently she gone to far. She waited till the bartender turned his head and stuck her hand over the counter and stuck her tongue out at the back of his head. She then heard the girl talking and caught the words 'good music' and quickly turned to her and saw she was talking to the bartender.
"Yeah, don't forget that music. It's gotta be good."
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 8, 2015 19:20:59 GMT -5
Siobhan gave the bartender a rather childish and dirty look when his back was turned. The guy got paid for this but he still would act like a complete ass to his customers. His mood made her want to stop drinking. Almost. Siobhan loved intoxication too much to want to even try to enjoy being sober so she settled for pouting while waiting for the vodka martini. She tried not to laugh when the bartender got snippy with her French girl for leaning too far over the counter.
"What an ass."
Upon receiving a dark glare Siobhan realized she said those words aloud. Stifling her laughter it was a struggle to not laugh hard enough she threw up on the counter. Alcohol -0 / Siobhan - 1. Damn where was her martini? Why did the service suck as much as her wifi? Siobhan scowled at the open screen of her cellphone. When did she pull out her cellphone? Taking care to insert it back into the correct pocket of her purse, she tried to remember which pocket was the correct one. Whatever. Turning to her French girl Siobhan adapted a very serious expression while questioning her.
"I don't think they have good music whether that's Celtic or Opera."
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 10, 2015 15:48:39 GMT -5
Yvette had a sudden and power craving for a cigarette. Maybe it was because this old pub oozed the smell of tobacco. At that moment she didn't want to leave, so she planned to drown the craving. Her hand shot up as she waved to the bartender trying to get his attention. However he to be almost seemed to be ignoring her. Her cheeks puffed out a little and leaned over the counter again. This got his attention, she looked at the bartender and grinned.
"You know, I really feel like having a White Russian. Could you help me out, Mr. Sir?"
After letting out a giggled she slid off the counter and settled into a stance again. She felt the world wobble a little and grabbed onto a bar stool and steadied herself. How much had she drank? She wasn't sure and right now, she didn't care. Things were poking at the back of her mind. Once she had her drink, she was planning on drowning those too. Her hands slid off the bar stool and she put her elbows up on the counter and she rested her chin in the palms of her hands. She was staring hard at the slow moving bartender when she heard a voice waft over to her. Her eyes wondered to the side and found the Russian girl giving her a quite serious look. She let her hands drop but her head stayed in place and she poked her cheek.
"What do you think good music is?"
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 10, 2015 19:27:53 GMT -5
Siobhan blinked at the girl with a very open expression. Did she poke her cheek? Lifting a hand to the probed cheek, she was able to confirm that yes, the girl did poke her cheek. Why? Siobhan wondered if that was another French custom. No way... Siobhan laughed to herself while looking back down at the French girl. Oh wait. She had asked Siobhan a question. What was the question? She didn't remember, and certainly had no recollection of hearing it all the way through in the first place. Maybe it was the issue of good music.
Letting out an uncharacteristic sound of annoyance and exasperation, Siobhan slurped the rest of her martini down. Screw. That. Good music was such a biased saying it was as annoying as people buying beer by the case. Ugh, and that really annoyed her. Maybe instead she should just tell the French girl that good music is completely biased as it is an opinion and not a fact. Don't be a buzzkill Sia. Siobhan was just buzzed right? Taking a moment to test herself, she waved her hand in front of her face in quick motions. It blurred at the edges, but that was fine. She wasn't drunk yet.
"Good music is completely biased", the girl grumbled to herself before smacking the counter and attracting unwarranted attention from bystanders. "I'll have what she's getting!"
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 11, 2015 14:27:30 GMT -5
Yvette blinked at the Russian girl as she waved a hand in front of her own face. What was she doing? Was she okay? Her doe like eyes traveled to the girl's gaze as the girl spoke. Completely biased? A giggled escaped her upon hearing this. Of course it was! Everyone was biased when it came to music. I mean, you may listen to a lot of different music but you had to like at least one genre more then the rest. She was pulled out of her giggley state when the Russian girl smacked the counter. Yvette grew concerned again and it was at the moment when she received her White Russian from the irritable bartender. She took a long drink and then touched the girl's arm and with a cheery voice and another giggle she said.
"Don't be so.....angry! Enjoy the taste, and you know I have some stuff back at my house if the pub closes to early for your liking. Everything is great, and if it isn't drown what isn't!"
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