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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 Aug 3, 2015 16:33:47 GMT -5
David walked down the school halls, being quiet and invisible as ever. He had been attending the school for quite some time now, but never had he really gotten into any trouble. He thought it to be a miracle that it was so, after all, this school was crawling with people who were itching for a fight... and, well... David looked particularly beatable.
The boy stopped at his locker and put his school things away before heading out to exit the school, as the day had ended... It wasn't until he tried to make it to the doors that he saw two particularly large and ferocious-looking students blocking the way, muttering incoherent things to each other. The white-haired male turned around and walked off, deciding not to even bother going that way. However, when he tried a different door to leave, it was locked...
Well, what luck.
David sighed and then went back to his locker, glancing at the door again. He debated mentally if it was really worth it, and he figured there really couldn't be any harm in leaving... after all, it wasn't like they were going to beat him up for it, right? That being thought, David headed over to walk past the two other males, but he was instantly stopped.
One of them grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, stopping him. "Where do you think you're going? You gotta pay us if you want to get past without a fee."
"A fee?" David asked, raising his eyebrow. "Last I checked, this isn't a toll bridge."
"Are you trying to call us trolls?!" The first exclaimed.
"Uh... no," David said, trying to pull away, but the student held a firm grasp. Before he could protest, David was slammed against the nearest wall, the bully's grip still on the collar of his shirt. "Just let go. I wouldn't want to start a fight. I really don't like fighting."
"So then, you'd be fine with us beating you up, right? Since you refuse to pay us then you should at least give us some entertainment," the student snorted. "What's this? An eye patch? You must think you're a tough guy since you lost an eye or somethin', right?" He went to grab the black material to taunt the smaller boy, but he never got the chance. Before his hand could even make contact, Jet grabbed his wrist and slammed it downward, twisting it. He'd kick the guy away, sending him back a bit and stumbling into another locker. He didn't like to fight, but he wasn't going to be harassed in such a way, either...
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 3, 2015 17:40:07 GMT -5
Yvette walked briskly down the side walk to the school's front doors. She listened to the small thuds her feet made each time they landed on the cement. She looked worn and haggard even though it was just a block and half walk that she had journeyed.
"Of all the things I accidentally leave at this vermin infested building, it had to be my book. This is what I get for leaving early."
Her voice was low and seemingly dripped with her french accent and disgust for the structure in front of her. Yvette begrudgingly made her way up the stairs and placed her hand on the door handle. She paused take take a breath but paused mid way through hearing voices. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Did she really want her book that much? Yes. With that resolve she opened that door. However she came upon the view of seeing someone getting kicked into a locker. Yvette hesitated as her eyes lingered on the brute of a student that had been kicked into the locker. Then her curiosity gripped her, who had enough guts to face such a student. She took a step inside and let go door in doing so her eyes darting around to try and spot the culprit. Her doe like eyes fell upon a head of white hair a few feet away from her. From what she could see the person was lanky, not hyper muscled and didn't fit the look of a thug at all with his classy clothing. She couldn't help her eyebrows from going up in slight shock he certainly didn't look like the person to do such things. Then she rethought that though when she noticed the eye patch. She stood there a second wondering what she should do, or if she should do anything at all. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 18:06:52 GMT -5
Of course, David wasn't stronger than the two students, but he knew for a fact that he could still put up a fight... however, he knew that if he continued to fight these two not only would he likely lose and be beaten up quite horribly (he knew death was likely not out of place here), but he'd also just continue to upset them furthermore.
That being known, David decided to make a run for it.
He knew that heading for the doors was a dumb idea, as the other student was still standing there, so he was left with running for the halls. He wasn't particularly fast, but still he knew he was faster than both of the young men who were likely chasing after him by now. David would make as many sharp turns as he could to lose the two students, and he even went so far as cutting through a classroom to lose them. He'd run out from the other door exiting one of the classrooms, knowing the other two were still chasing after him down the other hall, and he'd make a run for it to the entrance again.
If the girl was still there, he'd quickly apologize and say, "I'm very sorry if you witnessed that. If I were you I wouldn't stay around for too long, yeah?" He didn't know if she was going to try to fight him or not, but he really hoped she wouldn't. And he had little time, if she felt like fighting him, David would likely avoid her as well, but if she was just an innocent bystander he'd probably pull her along with him so as to avoid her getting caught up in all of the trouble too. He could get away from the other two students just fine, but he wasn't sure if she could do the same...
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 3, 2015 18:34:19 GMT -5
Before she was done deciding anything the boy was gone. She watched him race down the corridor and then with out a moment to spare she watched the brute and his friend soar after the white haired boy. Yvette's shoulders heaved a sigh as she reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"Mon livre."
Yvette muttered the words to remind her what she was here for. She hurried to her locker her head swinging left or right ever so often because she didn't know where the chase was being held. She was anxious, did the boy get caught? If so how badly was he hurt? Yvette now was tightly gripping a book to her chest heading to the front door in almost a dead sprint. As she paused at the door to open it she heard footsteps. She whipped her head around half irritated and half alarmed. When she saw it was the white haired boy the anxiety that had been nagging in the back of her head about his well being vanished. He seemed well enough, and then he spoke to her and this took her by surprise.
"It's fine really, although I appreciate the apology. Also if I was in your position I would be worrying more about myself."
She flashed a polite smile but she couldn't stop a little inward panic from arising. She wondered how far his two pursuers were and gripped her book tighter. Yvette then gripped the handle of the front door with a haste. She flung the door open and contemplated running but something stopped her. She inwardly groaned at herself. While holding the door open she looked up to the boy and said lightly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 18:58:58 GMT -5
David was taken aback slightly as the girl opened the door for him, and he shook his head. "Non, non," he said, picking up on her accent, "Ma chère, it is my job as the gentleman to open the door for the lady." He would let her get through the door first, glancing over his shoulder a bit to make sure that the two hadn't caught up with him just yet.
Once they'd gotten outside, David hid in the nearest bush he could find and dragged the girl in with him, putting a hand over her mouth to silence her. He tried to stay as quiet as he could, and not moments after he'd done so the doors slammed open and the two students marched outside.
"Where the hell is he?!" One exclaimed in frustration, looking around.
"I could've sworn he'd gone outside," the other muttered, stopping his pace right in front of the bush they'd been hiding in.
"How much do ya wanna bet he lost us somewhere inside? C'mon let's go back," the first said, heading back into the building.
David was queit, staying silent for a good four minutes after he'd heard both students go back inside. After knowing they were safe, he's speak up and say, "Ah, je suis désolé." He'd get to his feet and offer the girl a hand to help her get out of the bush. "I didn't mean to hurt your frighten you, I just had to hide as quickly as I could, oui? I apologize for having gotten you dragged into that.."
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 3, 2015 19:47:34 GMT -5
Yvette anxiously watched the boy, why hadn't he run yet? Her eyes followed the movement of his now shaking head then he spoke again. Her eyes widen slightly as he spoke in her first tongue. She usually thought most people were unintelligent beasts, but learning a language even if it's just the basics required some intelligence. As he went on to say that it was his job to hold the door for her she couldn't help but be impressed. It wasn't often that you came across a gentleman in this school.
"If you insist."
She made her way outside in front of him, since he had made sure she went out the door first. She turned back to face him with the intention of asking what his plan was, but he wasn't there. She couldn't help but be puzzled, but then her arm was grabbed the next thing she knew she was surrounded by the leaves of the decorative school bushes with a hand over her mouth. She panicked for a moment and her hands instantly went up to reach the arm the hand was attached to. Her eyes darted around looking for who had dragged her down. When she saw it was the white haired boy she relaxed slightly but a small amount of irritation welled up in her. Then her attention was directed to the sound of a slamming door. She didn't have to strain her ears to hear the pounding feet of the two disgruntled pursers. They exchanged a few loud, but short words with each other and went back inside. Even then though she was not let, as she waited to be released she wondered how the white haired boy got into his current situation. It was obvious to Yvette when the white haired boy ran he hadn't initiated the fight, so there had to be events leading up to him kicking the brute. She must have just missed them when she was coming into the school. Then before she realized it her mouth was released, so she in turn quickly released his arm. She guessed that she was allowed up now but as she was about to get up, he spoke. She noticed it was in french again and she stopped to look at him. That's when she noticed his outstretched hand. She eyed his hand has she replied trying to buy herself time to think about actually taking it.
"Vous m'avez sauvé, pas besoin de s'excuser."
She shrugged lightly and took his hand figuring if he had wanted to hurt her he would have done it by now. Upon getting to her feet she took her hand back and began brushing off her skirt and making sure there were no sticks in her sweater. She intently listened to what he was saying and then looked up at him meeting his violet eyes with her own dark brown eyes.
"You're fine, I suppose it couldn't be helped. My name is Yvette, nice to meet you."
She reached out in his direction with the intention of shaking hands, the small polite smile that had found it's way onto her face was genuine. She wanted to almost do cartwheels to celebrate her find of a well mannered and seemly smart individual at the school. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 20:06:32 GMT -5
David shrugged at her remark in her native tongue, quickly responding with, "Il est de mon devoir." After all. He was a gentleman. At least, he tried to be. When she gave her name and offered a handshake, David gave a slight bow and replied with, "My name is David." He'd shake her hand and say, "It's a pleasure to meet you as well. I didn't know ladies with such class attended this school. It truly is a relief to have been with the wrong belief!" He looked her up and down, taking in her appearance. She truly didn't seem like a fighter, but it was possible he was wrong, of course. A part of him wanted to ask what it is that she could possibly have done to make her attend the school, or what sort of mess she'd gotten into that got her where she is now--even if she had been like him and was only a victim to unfortunate circumstances. Still, he decided to hold his tongue and not ask such prying things, he didn't wish to make her feel uncomfortable by probing into her life merely because he was curious.
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 3, 2015 20:32:50 GMT -5
Yvette heard what he said and let her mouth make a slight 'o' out of shock, but that did not stop her from being impressed yet again. His duty he said, her smile grew bigger and her eyes softened.
"Vous n'avez aucun obligation pour moi, mais je vous remercie gentiment."
When he bowed she felt a little bit of red stain her cheeks and averted her eyes. Her eyes returned to him however when he told her his name. That's when he took her hand in a handshake. He was kind, intelligent, and certainly didn't seem to belong at a school like this one. When he spoke a slight blush touched the tips of her ears. Even so see gave a small and light laugh.
"You needn't flatter me, if anyone has class here it's you! I am glad however that you think that way of me."
When they let go of one another's hand she reached up and ran her fingers through her hair. A few leaves fluttered to the ground as she did so. She took all of her black stands and wound them into a tight bun the rested on the nape of her neck making sure it stated put with a hair tie. She didn't want to deal with her hair at the moment she would make sure to brush it out and wash it later. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 20:50:11 GMT -5
David smiled and put his hands in his pockets. "You're undeniably French, but you're very good at speaking English as well. Would you be offended or upset if I were to ask you whatever you're doing so far from your home country? Not that I'm in any place to judge, really, but I can't help but to be curious. After all, it's not often you find someone with such decency and from so far away at a place like this, oui?" He grinned childishly at the last part, obviously being fluent in English, but liking to tease here and there with a French word.
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 3, 2015 21:20:47 GMT -5
Yvette seemly soaked up the friendly and easy going atmosphere around the two. She beamed up at him as he spoke but it faltered only slightly when he asked what she was doing so far from home. She fidgeted only once going to move her bangs, but she looked up at him and let her hand fall on her own shoulder.
"I am not upset or offended in the slightest, it's a reasonable thing to ask. This place is what I am doing here. I had a momentary lapse in judgement, and it just so happens this place was the best option that was placed in front of me afterward."
She gestured to the school with her free hand as she spoke letting her eyes fall from his as she did so. Yvette didn't want to go too far into the incident that brought her here. She didn't want to loose David's acquaintanceship seeing as he was the only one she could have a civil conversation with. She let her arm fall, and found the courage to look back up at him offering a small smile. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 21:32:22 GMT -5
David gave a nod. "I see... well, that makes sense." He'd give a light smile and say, "Well, if it makes you feel better, I was accused of being in a gang and smuggling drugs and, well, here I am!" David would laugh lightly at the situation as though it was nothing. "Well, aside from that..." He didn't know what to ask her, but he wanted to keep conversation, when he noticed the book she'd been holding in her hand. "Oh? What book is it that you've got there?" He wondered, half knowing what the title of the book was.
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 3, 2015 21:57:55 GMT -5
Yvette breathed a small almost silent sigh of relief when he didn't shun her. Her smile grew a bit bigger when he gave a smile of his own but then her jaw went slightly slack at what he said next. She was genuinely confused how he could be so calm talking about such a subject. She lightly shook her head and looked back up at him when he laughed. She smiled with interest as he made an effort to redirect the conversation. When he mentioned her book she looked down at it herself. Then she pulled it away from her chest and held it towards him so he could see the cover.
"It's Ken Preston-Mafham's 500 Butterflies."
She giggled slightly at her own what seemed to be slightly childish book selection. However she was fond of butterflies and wanted to learn more about them. She loved to find out which region they resided and when their flight period was. Their looks were also something she loved there was such a large range of patterns and colors. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 22:14:44 GMT -5
David nodded. "Aha. I see, I thought as much..." He would gesture to the book and ask, "May I? I promise I won't lose your place or anything of the sort." Truth be told, there was a particular butterfly that he rather liked the look of, more so than the others--though he found all of them to be beautiful and unique each in their own way. If she didn't hand over the book he would instead just tell her about the butterfly rather than turning to the right page. It was highly possible she'd seen that butterfly before as well... |
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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 3, 2015 22:35:43 GMT -5
Yvette gave him a sweet smile when he gestured to the book. She was usually very protective of her books, but David had given her no reason to not trust him. Truth be told she was actually very curious as why he wanted see a butterfly guide.
"Be my guest, and don't fret about losing my place I know what page I'm on."
She gingerly handed him the book and when her hands were free she let them fall to the bottom of her over-sized sweater. She took this time to study his looks more thoroughly. Her eyes swept over his waist long milky white hair, they lingered a moment on the satin ribbon holding it in place. She looked over the loose strands framing his face which lead to her looking at his uncovered eye. She loved the violet color they were her eyes only darted over the eye patch on his left eye not wanting to seem rude. She found herself feeling very plain next to him. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 23:17:29 GMT -5
David gave a small nod and flipped through the pages in the book, quickly making his way through to the particular page he liked the most. "I don't like to chose favorites," he said, "but it's undeniable that the Spicebush Swallowtail is quite an eye catcher. I find it beautiful... Do you have a favorite specimen of butterflies?" He'd ask after showing her the picture and page where the butterfly had been on. David would hand the book back to her, not having noticed that she'd been staring..
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