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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 Kamile Trakovsky on Aug 19, 2015 15:35:37 GMT -5
((OOC: There will be a 48 hour gap in which I will wait for posts from the participators. If you do not post within this window, you will have to catch up in your next post.)) Kamile left the administrator's office with a huge grin on her face. He was going to let her take the class on a field trip to the art museum. This was great! She would be able to show them, first hand, the works of the great artists before them. She would send a form home with the kids and they would go the following Monday. Today was Thursday so they had time to get it to her by Monday morning. Kamile made her way to her classroom to finish the final touches on the form and would take it to the administrator's office before she left that day. It wouldn't take long. After she was done, Kamile would doodle a bit. If anyone cared to look at what she was drawing, they would see This. Those who know him, or have seen him and look at the picture long enough (if they got the chance before she would cover the picture) would recognize it as Marcelis LaCroix.
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Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass and I'm home bound. DUN NUH NUH NUH NUH NUH NA DUH
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Post by chiasa on Aug 19, 2015 18:03:00 GMT -5
I may not seem strong at first, but you will soon regret your assumption once i end yourLIFE
wORDS: 102 CLASS IS BORING YO #Art | Chiasa walked through the doors that led to the art teachers classroom. She sighed and mumbled a greeting, before glancing down at the teacher's desk. "Hey, isn't that that student in my chemistry class?" She asked, tilting her head. "Marcelis? You have a crush on your student? Isn't that illegal?" She asked, walking towards her desk. She had no interest in the subject at hand whatsoever, she just had questions that needed answers.
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Aug 19, 2015 18:35:54 GMT -5
Kamile blushed and tried to cover the drawing. Shit. well, I might as well answer.
"It is not illegal and I only draw people that spark my interest. I have drawn many people including women. Crush or not, I still draw them. And whether or not i have a crush on Mr. LaCroix is none of your business." Kamile would sit up and gather her bearings. "Please come and take a form." She would point to the corner of her desk. and then go back to sketching.
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Post by chiasa on Aug 19, 2015 19:08:31 GMT -5
I may not seem strong at first, but you will soon regret your assumption once i end yourLIFE
wORDS: 216 CLASS IS BORING YO #Art | Chiasa raised an eyebrow towards the teachers response. "So you're saying that if I went and told the administrator right now that you were drawing students in your classroom without their consent, that he'd be fine with it? Cause to me, that seems very creepy like. Plus it seems to me that by the way you reacted when I walked inside the classroom, by hiding the drawing, you do in fact have a crush on Mr. Lacroix." She said, boredly as she slowly got up and walked to her desk. She grabbed a form from the bin and walked back to her seat. "But since I shall not talk back to my teacher without a valid purpose, I shall keep my mouth shut for the rest of the class period, and I shall also keep this little secret between us two only." She said, filling out the blank fields that she was meant to fill out, before putting it away. She then took out her sketchbook and began to sketch a picture her hometown. When she was finished, it would look like this |
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Aug 19, 2015 19:21:59 GMT -5
Kamile would shake her head. She was not going to get into it with a student. Plus, it seemed as if she meant to keep this to herself. What did it matter? She would put the drawing away and pull out the drawing of Mr. Asiv. She hadn't seen him in a while. She wondered what happened to him. Maybe he left in the 2 months she was out.
Kamile looked at the clock, 15 minutes till class started.
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Post by chiasa on Aug 19, 2015 19:43:21 GMT -5
I may not seem strong at first, but you will soon regret your assumption once i end yourLIFE
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Chiasa looked at the teacher for a second before sketching in details of the picture. Soon she was finished with more than an hour to spare since class hadn't even started yet. She wondered if she should bother the teacher to ask if she could possibly go to the library to check out a book to read since she was done with her work. She looked around for a while, before deciding that asking wouldn't hurt. It's not like she could get mad at her right? She slowly scooted her chair back from her desk and got up. She walked over to her teachers desk and waited for her to acknowledge her presence. Once she did, she smiled. "Ms. Trakovsky, may I go to the media center to check out a book to read for the remainder of class since I'm done with my sketch for today, unless there's another assignment for me to do of course." She said, politely. As soon as she asked her question, the bell rang and students began to make their way inside the classroom and to their desks. She then saw the boy that the teacher had been drawing not even minutes earlier. She decided to ignore his presence to focus on the teacher's answer to her question.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Aug 19, 2015 20:10:45 GMT -5
Kyou poked his head into the class, looking at the people inside and giving small attention to the little banter between the student and teacher. He'd bow his head slightly and say, "Er... excuse me, I'd hate to be a bother, but um..." He tried to think what the heck was he asking? He wasn't particularly sure why he felt the need to, but he still wished to make the request to the teacher. "I'm not really good at art, do you think maybe you could give me some tips...?" He'd look over to the piece that Chiasa was working on, giving a double-take at the masterpiece she managed to make. "D-damn..." He'd mutter awkwardly, while his skills were still limited to something of this nature...
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Post by Marcelis on Aug 19, 2015 21:24:14 GMT -5
**He normally never wore his hair off his shoulder, but god damn the heat gave him no choice. His hair was pushed back with a headband, making what would look like a high ponytail. The heat was getting unbearable as his appearance reflected as much. He was wearing a long sleeve, which is now rolled up above his elbows buttoned-down and simple dark jeans. From his collar, it was three buttons down showing the center of his chest visibly to everyone... his right pants leg was rolled up to under his knee, giving his look a rather "urban" feel. Marcelis LaCroix was approaching his favorite class. Well he would be lying to say it wasn't for reasons... but yeah, educational purposes. Right... A small small as he wiped his brow as he entered, Seeing Miss Trakovsky was not a bad sight to see after some time in the school already. "Ms. Trakovsky, glad for your return, Vacation must have been nice... Should have stayed away maybe?" **His simple rich tone came out natural and common as breathing air. Maybe for his accosted style she would not mind it. Maybe... But it has been awhile since she was gone... Could only guess where she was, where she had gone? But he then pondered, why even care? Should he? Maybe he should just go sit down. ~Alright Mars... Just sit down, you gotta stay focused.~
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Post by Jude Liang on Aug 20, 2015 0:07:51 GMT -5
Art wasn't the most interesting subject to Jude, but he had walked by the classroom and noticed that it actually seemed somewhat orderly. Furthermore, the lady sketching at the teacher's desk looked like a real teacher. Jude's cheeks reddened as he noticed her low cut blouse. Pretty members of the fairer sex always blew the smarts out of Jude's mind. He would have haplessly stared for a while longer, but his gaze was drawn to a stack of forms on the desk. Feels like a real high school for once, Jude thought. Maybe I can learn something here, or at least get some grades on my academic transcript. Please tell me they have transcripts here...
Just then, the bell rang. A crowd of students started to enter the room. Jude joined them and made a beeline for the forms, deliberately averting his eyes from the teacher. He picked one of the forms up and took a seat near the back so that he could read over the details. Ms. Kamile Trakovsky...Artistry III...a field trip, huh? Cool. Jude became increasingly excited as he considered the chances of running into someone from the outside world. Maybe he could find a way to sneak away from the group. At the very least, he might be able to transfer into this art class and ace it. Jude felt bolder after these thoughts and peeked up at Ms. Trakovsky. She was undoubtedly attractive, which was undoubtedly a problem. Jude worried that she would notice him staring, but she seemed to be occupied with her drawing and some other students.
Slapping both hands to his head, Jude squeezed his eyes shut. Focus on the class, not the teacher, dammit. Think of Warhol. Soup cans. Soup cans everywhere. Yes, that's it. Tomato. Cream of mushroom. Green pea. Peas are gross. Come on...this has gotta be working.
It wasn't working.
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Post by Levi Kayamei on Aug 20, 2015 0:27:28 GMT -5
Levi walked into the classroom, surprised he had bothered to show up on time. Perhaps it was because he actually enjoyed this class. Levi had a certain talent of drawing and the teacher wasn't hard the eyes either. He had met her before taking this class in a hallway full of bloody students, a memory that was far from his mind except for when he thought of this teacher. As he walked in, he waved to the teacher, looking towards the forms on the corner desk.
"Hey teach..."
He walked to the desk and took a form before sitting down and reading it in completion. He smiled as he finished. He loved any excuse to get out of the classroom.
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on Aug 20, 2015 0:30:12 GMT -5
Sarah came because of her physical therapist. She had lost her right arm, her dominant arm, all she had left was her left arm which was only used for a number of thing. Granted those things were important, even dear to Sarah, but they would not help her when trying to write and use a writing utensil. So instead she just walked in, saw a pile of forms, and took one. "Oh hey great drawing of that one guy from that one fight I had..."
She looked up and saw that the one guy had in fact been in the room. "Oh, it's you."
She didn't get a good look at the teacher's face in the process, her eye only tracking where she was going, but she sat down and hoped that her shitty shitty art would get some recognition as brilliance. Her art pieces would definitely be based around her missing arm somehow. It might be her art piece altogether, art as drawn from a non dominant hand. Probably an already used theme.
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Post by Marcelis on Aug 20, 2015 11:30:58 GMT -5
"I am me, and I believe we have not been formally introduced, Marcelis, pleasur--." **The first part of his was said with his back facing the voice in question. well it was a woman of course and the path in which the voice came from was about as or maybe even taller than him? He knew of one woman that was taller than him. He turned around as he spoke his name but was cut off due to him extending his arm out slightly for a hand shake, he saw the sleeve that dangled with no arm present. Well shit that is insensitive, giving a handshake moment with someone who can shake hands? But hey, we all can't be mind readers. She also mentioned a picture which Marcelis didn't even bother to notice... Of him? Can't be, right? To make up for his folly, Mars reached over to grab the sleeve and shake it like the arm and hand was there. Pulling away he spoke again to the tall female. "Seems like a great misfortune fell upon you since our last in encounter. Tis` a shame really."
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Aug 20, 2015 15:48:49 GMT -5
Chiasa: Kamile nodded. "I will make a note for you to go after my announcement. Please have a seat until then. Thank you for your patience."
Kyou: Kamile smiled sweetly. "Absolutely. I would love to help you. But, class is about to start and I need to make an announcement. After that, I am all yours."
Kamile waited until the students stopped entering the classroom. New kids? Great. Maybe the others will advise against trying to make a show of who they think will be running this classroom. After about 5 more minutes, she walked to the door, leaned out to look around, and closed it. She then made her way to stand in front of her desk. Clearing her throat, she began.
"Good morning class. And welcome back to art. I know some of you have noticed i have been gone for quite some time. I have been out sick with the flu. Yes, slightly unbelievable, but true. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Kamile Trakovsky.
Now, if you have not picked one up, I ask that you grab a form now. They are located on the corner of my desk in the paper bin. I need you to take these forms home to your parents or guardians to have them signed. We will be taking a field trip to the Art Museum only a few blocks away. There will be two police vehicles accompanying us to the museum, Administrators orders. I would have preferred to not draw more attention than necessary, but it was not my call. Please have them returned no later than Monday morning before class or you will not be able to go.
Now, other than that, we will be drawing or sketching a place that makes us feel comfortable. It could be your house, your bed, a person, or God forbid a weapon. Please get started on these right away. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask. If you need utensils, they are located in the cubbyholes along the walls."
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on Aug 20, 2015 15:59:27 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you Marcelis, and yeah I uh. I lost an arm. It's a thing that happened but I'm okay, really."
Sarah looked down at the form and in the parent/guardian spot forced a signature as best as she could of her own, it looked really shitty because left handed but Sarah picked it up and brought it over to the teacher directly, "Here you go. I'm legally emancipated, no living parents and such so I just went down that road instead of foster care. I'm afraid I'm right handed so the signature looks like a toddler did it... but I hope that's okay."
She had a physical therapy pencil that would work for this drawing, a little thicker than other pencils too. She'd return to her desk and begin attempting to draw her mother's room at her old apartment complex, the mattress on the floor, the ash tray arms length away from it. The lamp on the small crappy dresser, but it was all coming out squiggly. She couldn't draw a straight line to save her life and sometimes the paper would move with the pencil unintentionally or her hand would smudge the lead due to it being a different position from using the right hand.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Aug 20, 2015 23:23:03 GMT -5
Allen would walk into the class, bag slung over his shoulder. He would glance around, cheeks tinting a little red at the class that he had apparently decided to be late for. He would clear his throat and put a hand behind his head, scratching a little.
"Ah....sorry I'm late."
He would take the form, taking everything she said was needed even if he had no freaking idea what was going on. He would just take a seat.
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