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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 13, 2015 22:41:30 GMT -5
It did frustrate her more. He was treating her like she was being completely petulant. She wasn't trying to be, not wholly.
But he started to touch on it with the latter portion of what he said. She looked up through her bangs and tipped her chin up more so she was actually, clearly looking at him.
"...you'll be right next to me, but what are you honestly going to think about me, if it happened to turn out like that?"
...ah...
There it was.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Aug 13, 2015 22:45:15 GMT -5
He chuckled. Yes, he finally was forced to laugh a little.
"Phoebe....I won't think any different of you, because I'll know you tried and I'll love you no matter what. You're my sister, don't ever worry about that. I'm not pissed because it might turn out that way. I'm pissed because you aren't trying to stop it. If you fight for who you are and what you love, that's all I can ask for. The rest is in the futures hands."
He wouldn't wait for her to continue to guess or question herself. He would bring up his fists in her classic boxing stance, the one she favored.
"Now, put up your dukes, kuz I'm gonna kick your ass!"
He grinned.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 22:51:19 GMT -5
She'd never been so afraid of something she had loved so much.
But Phoebe was still herself in many ways. She still cared too much about what others thought. But, at least this time, it was about what the right people felt. Allen and Aaron would always be closest to her, and if they turned away she wasn't sure what she would do.
She remembered what had been said over that skype video call five and a half months ago, but...but sometimes everyone needed to hear things like that more than once.
She stared at him a few moments, sighed, and pushed herself up to her feet with a grunt. Cheeky little brother, using her boxing stance against her. The brunette rolled her shoulders, inhaled, exhaled...and lifted her hands into the familiar position.
...she would...she would try.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Aug 13, 2015 22:57:40 GMT -5
Allen would dart forward, throwing an overhand left jab followed by a right uppercut. He grinned- at least she had her fists up. He would make her put up a fight. After the uppercut he ducked low and launched himself forward to try and tackle her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 23:10:07 GMT -5
Bee frowned a little, taking two quick steps outside of his left, and another, using her left foot to hook between his and jerk him off his feet!
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Post by Allen Hollows on Aug 13, 2015 23:14:28 GMT -5
As she stepped to the side, he twisted his torso and kicked for her side. Whether it worked or not, her sweep still happened and he would fall on his ass. He would plant a hand and kick upward at the front of her left kneecap.
'C'mon, sis. Fight me.'
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 23:20:45 GMT -5
Allen's kick connected and Phoebe stumbled back a step or two, leaning to one side. The side he had struck, obviously. This turned out to be fairly handy.
It meant that while Allen then struck out for her left kneecap, it was more a glancing blow than a solid connection, thus saving her some pain and mobility issues. As was her habit, she seemed to have serious'd up, game face on. She stared down at Allen and backed up.
Clearly, she wasn't gonna hit him while he was down.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Aug 13, 2015 23:22:24 GMT -5
Allen promptly returned to his feet and grinned, lowering his hands. He'd run forward and jump, aiming a flying roundhouse for her head!
"C'MON!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 23:28:45 GMT -5
Her little brother was crazy.
Not that she didn't love him for it, because really, fighting him was always a treat. Even now, when she wasn't really feeling it, he could spark some sense of almost bewhildered amusement.
So she would try to full-on duck down into a crouch to let him go sailing overhead!
...too late she remembered she should have grabbed his more stationary leg and sent him faceplanting.
Oh well!
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Post by Allen Hollows on Aug 13, 2015 23:35:42 GMT -5
'Tch.'
She wasn't thinking! He left so many openings. He would have to make her remember. As she turned back he was mid spit, sending a spray in her face as he threw a snap front kick for her abdomen, the obscuring of her vision hopefully reminding her that it wasn't all fun and games.
"You should have beaten me by now! C'mon! Try to hurt me!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 23:45:51 GMT -5
Her head wasn't entirely in the game, it was true.
Normally she capitalized on those openings. Bee was surprised by both whatever landed on her face and in her eyes as much as she was surprised by the kick that sent her stumbling quickly back, trying to exhale enough that she wasn't completely winded.
"--oof!"
He was right, though. She knew that.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Aug 14, 2015 12:06:06 GMT -5
Allen let out a sigh. He rushed forward, would attempt to grab the front of her shirt, turn and judo throw her to the Mat. He would would her if it worked, scowling.
"Is it just Riot? What's the deal?"
They had talked, and he had hoped she would put more effort in. He still wasn't getting the satisfaction he needed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2015 12:58:16 GMT -5
...it was spit...
Blech!
Bee lifted her hand to rub the moisture away with her left arm; which pulled away a little and snapped forward in a quick jab for Allen's face, her left foot quickly moving in a step with the action. She had an eye cracked open, but, she couldn't do anything for the judo throw, and wound up on her back.
Again.
"...guh..."
She blinked and rolled to the side, giving no answer. Maybe she just wasn't feeling it.
Or not ready to feel it.
But she wasn't walking away.
Pushing up, she came back to her feet and lifted her hands with a slow exhale out. Breathe out the frustration.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Aug 14, 2015 13:08:58 GMT -5
He would chew his lip. How could he make her see? Make her laugh and have fun with fighting like sh used to?
That punch she threw would be easily dodged, her graphing a little off. She needed motivation. He would take a deep breath.
"Tell you what. You land a single hit on me and I'll do your chores for a month. I won't even try to hit you back. "
He would grin, clearly mocking her again but this time, in good spirits.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2015 14:36:50 GMT -5
Allen would know the dubious expression that crawled over his sister's facial features. It was the same look she gave him after the first few times she had to pester him to do his chores and he kept brushing her off with a "yeah" or some other variation thereof.
"And how many more times will I have to get on your case to do both sets of chores..?"
To be honest, getting hit by him was less of a hassle than the added chore of getting him to do his own chores.
Allen hated chores.
Obviously this meant a lot to him that he was offering it, but, she was a bit skeptical—for good reason.
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