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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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Big Bad Wolf (Austin/Open)
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Post by God-Maker Syrum on Jan 9, 2015 23:11:00 GMT -5
Edgar had a very busy week. After the brawl, he had recieved a letter that more than sped up his plans for this place, and had every reason to begin charting his new ideas. In the meantime, he had hardly found time to make it to the gym for training, despite telling Austin they could do so about four days earlier. A Friday night, while most would be out and about, would be spent then teaching a child the finer points of combat. He finished his paperwork before grabbing his gear from his desk and heading out, shutting off the lights afterward.
He'd make his way to the gym, popping open his phone and making a quick call.
"Ah, Austin. It's me, Edgar. I assume you have plans tonight, but I finally have a free moment. If you would like to begin our training, you can head to the school gym in about half an hour to an hour. Give you time to get there. I'll be waiting."
Once the call was done, he would head to the gym and change into shorts and a black tshirt, walking out onto the floor, he began stretching his tired and old muscles, groaning a bit as he did so. Despite the sweaters and shirts he wore, Edgar was quite ripped. Toned to the core from tireless hours working his body and from so many years in the military. He'd start jogging around the outside line, intending to keep up the run until Austin got there.
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I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction. I'm right where I should be. Don't try and fix me..
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 10, 2015 11:13:15 GMT -5
"Hey Mr.K.. Yeah, sure. Sounds good. I gotta reschedule somethin' then. I'll be there shortly."
Austin would hang up and then begin texting 'Long Way', letting him know that the little meeting he had planned would have to wait. He would then make his way for the door. His other plans set aside, there was no reason to hang around. He swept up his AW vest on the way out of the house and made his way to the harley.
It would only take just under a half hour for him to reach the school. The roar of his engine wouldn't be cut though as he rolled into the parking-lot after hours. Instead a smirk would slip on his face as he continued to ride it up into the courtyard and maneuver his way around to the gymnasium area.
When he reached the door he would cut turn the bike off, stepping off right near the door. A few quick bangs, he would wait for the gym doors to open. Austin had just figured it was locked. He wasn't even sure. Regardless, he was here and he couldn't wait to see exactly what Edgar Krane had to offer. Once the door opened, he'd smile and toss a joke when he realized Edgar had been preparing.
"Gotta get those old bones moving to keep up with a young stallion like me, huh?"
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Post by God-Maker Syrum on Jan 13, 2015 20:35:09 GMT -5
Edgar slowed as Austin entered the gym. The elder male would cock an eyebrow at the jab- in truth it didn't particularly bother him. It was true, his stamina had declined over the years and it was his job to get it back up to speed. Especially with what he had planned for this place. He would walk over, hands on his hips, giving a little shrug as he did so.
"Oh, I don't know. You tell me."
He would burst forward and aim to grab Austin by the neck before lifting him off his feet for a moment. He wouldn't give the young kid a chance to scratch or claw or kick or get him in holds from the air. He'd just push and drop, either sending Austin onto his back or send him stumbling several steps. Edgar grinned, clearly not even phased by the strength that took, instead tilting his head a little.
"You talk a big game- we're gonna make sure, though, when you run that mouth you are backing it up. So...first thing I want to do is have you follow my lead. Start running."
He'd stare, obviously serious. Austin wanted combat training- but Edgar was going to turn him into a warrior.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 14, 2015 10:35:13 GMT -5
Before Austin got to 'tell him' anything, Edgar swiftly moved in, grabbing the young outlaw by his throat ans lifting himself off his feet. His suspension in the air would only be brief, as Austin soon found himself pushed and released from the throw, landing upon his back. Austin wouldn't lie, he wasn't expecting that. His eyebrows raised for a moment, before he picked himself up off the ground.
Austin would listen to Edgar's words as he made it to his feet, his left hand rubbing at his neck for a brief moment before dropping back to his side. Austin had a very good feeling about this meeting, he felt that he could learn a lot from Mr. Krane here. So as much as he didn't enjoy the throat grab he would hold the instincts back, to throw himself head first in a fight with him.
Austin could sensed the serious demeanor pouring from the man in front of him. He would choose now to keep himself under control. The outlaw had gotten a feeling for Edgar over these last few moments. And if he wanted to learn from him, Knuckles knew it was going to be done Edgar's way.
"Yessir.."
And Austin would stretched his legs briefly, pulling off his jacket and allowing the black 'wife beater' with an AW logo to become visible. With those motions complete, Austin would begin to run. He honestly felt out of place doing this. He had never thought himself much of a runner. But he obliged with Edgar's request, running around the gym. Keeping his ear's perked for any words from his current mentor.
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Post by God-Maker Syrum on Jan 20, 2015 20:37:57 GMT -5
Edgar would stare and watch Austin run.
And watch.
And watch.
And watch.
He stared for thirty minutes before he finally spoke.
"Pick up the pace, Austin. You aren't running fast enough. Move your ass, boy! You wanted training. You wanted to be a good fighter. How do you think you'll fight someone like me if you can't keep moving! Run!"
He would take off, moving in front of Austin and jogging backward. Despite Austin's speed, Edgar would be keeping up like that as though it were nothing. Mockery. He was going to make this boy understand he was nothing before Edgar made him into something.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 20, 2015 22:54:29 GMT -5
A low growl escaped Austin's lips as he continued running. He wasn't sure exactly how long it had been thus far, but the young outlaw was feeling it. Running was something he didn't do a whole lot of. He preferred riding the motorcycle instead. But alas, this was about him getting tougher, faster and smarter.
Knuckles chest was beginning to heave slightly, his legs feeling the burn from all the running. And he could feel the cramps coming on. But he would keep running even after all the words Edgar had spoken. Those hazel hues locking upon the man as he mocked him running backwards.
"You're a dickhead sometimes, ya know that?"
A shit-eating grin slipped upon Austin's face after he spoke. While he continued running, he would attempt to screw with his 'physical trainer' a bit, lunging forward to try and give him a push and make him stumble. It was clear he wasn't being entirely serious when he spoke and followed up with that action. It just proved he was loosening up more around Mr. Krane.
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Post by God-Maker Syrum on Jan 23, 2015 18:07:37 GMT -5
Edgar would simply hop backward and couple steps as they ran, avoiding the attacks with a chuckle.
"How do you expect to catch me when you just don't have the speed, boy?"
He would wink, turn and sort of vanish from Austin's view, appearing again behind him to grab his shirt and pull him to a stop. He ran all the way around the gym at full speed, catching Austin in short order. He would stop them at the end, giving a nod at the sweaty kid before cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders.
"Now that you are exhausted, you're gonna fight me. No spar, no test. I want you to see what it's like fighting when you're out of fuel. Now, let's begin."
He'd wait for Austin to attack. He had to see where he was as well, so he knew what steps to take in his training.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 23, 2015 21:09:28 GMT -5
Austin was surprised by the speed in which Edgar moved. He was therez then he wasn't Austin was running, then he wasn't. He would feel the tug at the back of his shirt and his movement was halted. He would stay frozen as Edgar spoke from behind him. His chest heaving already, Austin would ignore his need to rest. It seemed this might have been Edgar's plan the whole time.
The outlaw wouldn't give his consent by word. Instead he just chose to attack. Instead of simply turning to face him, Austin would throw his right side clock-wise and try and brinf the back side of his right fist against the right side of Edgar's head. Whether he would be successful or not was another story.
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Post by God-Maker Syrum on Feb 3, 2015 7:56:18 GMT -5
Edgar would wait for the boy to respond, but instead would find the kid attacking. Good- the element of surprise was paramount. Unfortunately, Edgar Krane's abilities far surpassed Austin's own. That made attacking him difficult at best. Edgar jerked himself back a step, then snapped out a left kick for the boys chest. He was confident in his speed and power to blow the child away.
He wanted to damage him and get him toughened up. He had to get stronger- and the only way to build that leather skin was to get the shit kicked out of you.
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