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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 21, 2015 9:51:33 GMT -5
Bee was tardy right along with Allen! Her cheeks suffused a bright pink as she made her apologies, grabbed the things she needed, and reviewed what the assignment was.
She liked art...but didn't always have the patience to sit for hours on end. Still, perspectives and the like were needed for what she wanted to do...and over the last few months her energy and zest for life had deflated a bit.
...so, maybe that would be a good thing for her art.
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Aug 21, 2015 15:26:29 GMT -5
Kamile nodded as the students came into class late. She was used to it. Perhaps they needed a bit more time in between classes for them to be able to make it on time. She decided she'd wait a bit longer before she started her class from now on. Remembering one of her students wanted to go to the Library, she walked over to her desk since she didn't know her name.
"Did you still want to go to the library? We will be working on this assignment until tomorrow. If you think you can finish it then, you may go. I will write you a note so you won't be stopped."
She walked over to the boy's desk who asked for help with drawing.
"If you want help now, I think I could give you a hand."
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Post by Zoe on Aug 21, 2015 23:10:40 GMT -5
☹ THIS CLASS... I WONT FAIL TO PASS YOU ❝ Zoe had come in at the mention of a field trip. The girl would look at the teacher, frowning silently. Was she insane? Who would ever think taking the 552 kids outside in a group was a good idea? What kind of museum even agreed to let them in!? She'd silently shuffle into a seat in the back of the class as she continued talking- not getting there in time to hear the bit about getting the permission slip.
As the assignment was given out, Zoe nodded before pulling out a pencil and a piece of paper. Her nerdiness was showing as she was always prepared for classes. However, once she started thinking about it... Zoe couldn't remember a place where she felt comfortable. Her dorm sucked and had loud neighbors. Her music lessons were strict and rigid. The library was for hiding. She'd lean over the paper, watching it silently as she tried to think of something.
Maybe she'd have to bullshit this assignment? She'd sigh in frustration at the thought. Zoe seemed to be resigned to not finishing the assignment as she began to absent minded-ly drop her pencil on the paper and pick it up repeatedly until a large group of black docks formed.@class | hi
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Post by Jude Liang on Aug 22, 2015 11:40:55 GMT -5
"I need you to take these forms home to your parents or guardians to have them signed." Parents? This was a strange concept to Jude. Guardians? The only one who ever looked over Jude was Uncle Jiang, and he was long gone. Jude stared at the slip of paper that suddenly seemed much more ominous than its appearance belied. Normally, Jude would have no qualms about forging a signature, but he was concerned about the consequences of being caught at a place that allowed corporal punishment. Ms. Trakovsky didn't look like the type to rough a student up, but Jude was sure that any number of other teachers at this school would be glad to step in to mete out 'discipline.' You know what, Jude thought. I think...I think I'll just leave this til later. He decided to focus on the assignment and talk to Ms. Trakovsky about his parent/guardian situation later, when she was free.
Jude contemplated the assignment prompt. A place that made him feel comfortable...well, any place but here would suffice. Thinking harder, Jude remembered the old apartment that he had lived in all his life. It wasn't exactly a nice looking place, yet Jude found comfort in his familiarity with it. He used to run upstairs to the rooftop when he was frustrated, and look out across the multitude of residential buildings. The glow of streetlamps and the light apartment windows would give the nights a subdued brilliance. Yes, this was a place where Jude felt comfortable. Retrieving a Dixon Ticonderoga #2 pencil from his backpack, he began to draw.
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Post by Marcelis on Aug 22, 2015 17:03:29 GMT -5
"Well if you say so. Let's talk over that another time of course. When you are free." **Duly noted, but seems like he was ignored by the teacher? Oh well, I guess she had to stay professional in front of the other students? Well doesn't really matter anyways. Thinking about it now, it would be a good time to learn more about the main players around him. He was focusing too much on Terry's death to just pretty much ignore anything around him. It would be time for him to "open" up more. Maybe things would fall into place, more ways than most it already does. The tall woman he already knew after confronting her in the little fight they had a while back. It was two on one and he didn't have the odds in his favor. But either way, he knew of Sarah Crestwell. She was connected to the pillars, namely Macht Starke. Of course his information could be a bit out dated? He didnt see them around each other much so that could be noted. A few others entered, names that came up with the faces he could remember. Viola girl, Zoe Garcia, one of the smartest of this forsaken school. She seems to have blended well enough since his last time seeing her. The Hallow siblings, They seem too far from each other. They were known targets of the late Riot gang. They must have went under, and since their timely destruction recently surfaced. Levi last name at the moment unknown but he was at the riot events as well. He also has a small connection with his friend Cereza. The connection and nature of it is current The boy who to showed up before Marcelis, the newer face... He was unimportant. For now, he was processing the information to keep notes for later. Anything else that would deem note worthy, maybe he would open up another folder if need be. **Taking a form, He looked down at paper taking in what Ms. Trakovsky was selling. A field trip? This just spells destruction doesn't it? And why a police escort? Maybe from the recent events that students from PHS 552 is being attacked? Well that is a little on the weird side either way. But, what the hell? Why not go to the trip? Maybe help his mental state of things. He was feeling a bit better due to certain things happening the way they was and this trip could be food for the soul... Art tends to make people find a connect to things that don't make sense. Like finding the science behind the supernatural or something like that. Stuffing the paper in this bag, he pulled out his sketch pad that he bought since the last class. He was still working on his guitar, maybe he'll show the finished project... MAYBE. Now he was focusing in on the project at hand. Draw where you would feel comfortable. Marcelis had a mischievous grin on his face. Thinking of drawing himself resting in a pair of tits. But this one he was gonna take seriously... Due to the nature of it. His place of solitude sometimes is... The Maze he goes through to reach the main base. Well considering it a death trap, you can only expect that would be the least stress-free place right? But for him, the darkness, the cold of the stone that he touches. The pattern that he walks. He walks it slowly sometimes just to enjoy the time away. To be last one in the meeting was a price to pay to get that feeling each and other time. He started to draw a labyrinth but stopped. The last time he enjoyed it... was hearing his friend died. His pencil stopped all at once as he just stared at the paper. Cursing out to himself, it was audible to the people around him as was seating in the center of the room. "Dammit... And good memory turns sour..."
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Post by Levi Kayamei on Aug 22, 2015 20:14:06 GMT -5
Levi reached into his messenger baga retrieved his sketch pad, pencils and rubber eraser as he listened to this teacher intently as she explained the field trip and their assignment. His eyes lifted to the ceiling as he began to twirl hie pencil his hands, thinking of a place that would give him the feeling she described.
A feeling of comfort....
Levi's room was always a place of comfort for him. This seemed typical, but it was because he was fortunate enough to have a mother who understood him and knew that he would always open up in due time, provided he was given that time to himself.
Seems so obvious...oh well...
He supposed the assignment was more about expression rather than creativity, so he began to sketch his room from the perspective of the doorway. His pencil strokes were deliberate and careful, wanting to avoid erasing too much.
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Aug 23, 2015 12:21:26 GMT -5
Returning to her desk to write the note for the student and pulling up a chair for the boy, Kamile would look to Marcelis. What was she thinking trying to involve herself in a teacher/student relationship? Sure he was cute. No, not cute, handsome. There was something about him... An air of maturity and... No. Stop it, Kammie. She scolded herself and looked around the room. noticing a few students seemed stumped, she would announce, "Remember, you don't need to draw a place. It could be anything. A person, a place, an object. Anything that brings you comfort. Perhaps doing something. For instance, I throw knives. I don't have anyone here, so I practice throwing knives so, if I get in a hard spot, I will be able to protect myself. So, I am drawing a singled target at the end of a long hallway. I had this built into my backyard. I feel comforted when I am practicing. Please come see me if you have any questions." Her eyes would stray around the room until they landed on Marcelis again. She would purse her lips as she thought. Would it be so horrible?
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Post by chiasa on Aug 23, 2015 13:52:31 GMT -5
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Chiasa politely listened to the announcement that took about 5 minutes, before she noticed the teacher walking towards her desk. She listened to what she had to say before she looked up at her and smiled slightly. "Yes, I would still like to go to the library, and I can certainly have the project done by class tomorrow." She said, nodding. She packed her things up and waited for the teacher to write her a pass.
She noticed the guy the teacher was drawing earlier and heard him curse since she was sitting next to him. She tapped his shoulder softly and offered a bright white smile. "Are you okay Marcelis? If not, you can accompany me to my journey to the library?" She said, being polite.
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on Aug 23, 2015 20:00:47 GMT -5
Sarah kept at her drawing, not really sure where she was going with it but the wires and lines were definitely something left to be desired. Still, she was putting concentration and hard work, using whatever weights she had at her desk to keep the paper from going with her hand and trying her best to be light on her palms in terms of touching her art. The smudges that did happen began to look purposeful. And she began to think of a meaning for this, and decided she liked the piece she had done.
She decided to pick one or two pieces in the drawing to actually put detail into. The alarm clock, for example, would have color as well as the pillow on the bed, and the glass of water on the dresser. The rest would be black and white, the smudges obscuring the rest of the room. She decided it meant a fading of the places that bring you comfort, the slow loss of their protection over time. That was artsy, right?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 20:47:45 GMT -5
Bee hooked her ankles after taking her spot; she didn't even have to think about this subject. Well, technically...three - wait, wait! - no, four. It would be kind of difficult...but she started. Wires and blocks and rough shapes were the foundations for what she was going to do. The problem was that it would take a long while...
Wedging her tongue between her lips - still hidden from view - Bee hunched over her papers (the form Aaron would have to sign to the side) and carefully used the basic shapes to get positions down.
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Post by Zoe on Aug 23, 2015 23:48:25 GMT -5
☹ THIS CLASS... I WONT FAIL TO PASS YOU ❝ Zoe glanced up at the mention of forms. Were there forms somewhere? Had she missed them? The girl would look down to the mostly blank piece of paper, unsure if she should ask about them. Zoe was later after all, did she really want to draw attention to that fact? As the teacher began to talk, she glanced up from her paper. Zoe would continue to dot at the paper as she looked out the window thoughtfully. She'd rest her free arm's elbow on the table and lean against her hand, silently biting on her thumb. She still couldn't think of anything- not really.@class | hi
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Aug 27, 2015 18:14:52 GMT -5
Kamile finished the note and waved the student forward.
"Please don't be too long. I don't want to be hunted for letting a student hang out in the hallways. YA opredelenno ne nuzhno, chto"
Noticing Marcelis' saddened face, she would only hesitate a moment.
"Mr. LeCroix, would you speak with me outside for a moment?"
If he agreed, she would tell the class to keep working on their projects if not, she would ask him to stay after class to speak with her then.
((OOC: UPDATE FOR ALL PARTICIPANTS! PLEASE READ! Unfortunately I have just discovered that we can't do field trips. So, this thread is now Non-Cannon. Sorry guys. We can still have fun. Ps, I might throw in some curve balls for funsies!))
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Post by Allen Hollows on Aug 27, 2015 20:43:42 GMT -5
Allen would sit and continue with his own art project, leaning over and kicking his sister in the ankle, as she seemed to be keeping her head down. Once he had her attention, he would lean over and speak low as he didn't want the teacher or other students to be disrupted.
"Uh...what's going on?
He really could use some help here, as he was totally lost!
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Aug 27, 2015 22:01:15 GMT -5
((OMG!! DX I completely forgot about this thread, I'm so sorry! I'll be posting more now, I promise!!))
Kyou stared at the sheets of paper that needed a parent or guardian's signature. He'd take one of the papers before quickly scanning it, taking in the words and remembering them. "It shouldn't be too hard to get the old man to sign it," he thought to himself. "Still, this feels weird. I never treat him like a parent, and I've never acted like a normal student before who actually needs to get permission from a parent for something, or actually formally sign up for a field trip for a class... how odd this is. Oh well." He would shrug, folding the paper neatly into fours before putting it in the cover of one of the books he had.
He would search around for a mechanical pencil in his back pack--since he knew practically nothing about art and obviously didn't own any nicer sketching pencils--and then he'd rip out a page from his notebook. He made sure it was nice and neat, getting rid of the fringe on the side, before trying to process what it was he needed to do.
The assignment was simple--it was to draw something or somewhere that made you feel comfortable. But the whole problem was, he didn't know how to draw. Sure, making blueprints and sketches of complex mechanisms in your metal shop class was a piece of cake, and he managed to make beautiful and accurate sketches with those, but it was all due to accuracy and measurements based on equations he'd formed in his head. Art was something entirely different, he didn't really have any artistic skills, much less an artistic mindset. If he were to say it bluntly, he'd state that there wasn't a creative bone in his body, and it was true. Whenever he wanted to try drawing, or had to make a picture for an assignment, he'd always fail miserably.
And people always said, "Art isn't a skill, it's a feeling!" Or something stupid like that, but he knew if that was the case, certainly he wouldn't be able to work with art or anything artistic. But he knew there had to be some secret to it--after all, Da Vinci created such beautiful masterpieces with a paintbrush, and he was a genius of the time who also loved science! But still, it was a sort of code that Kyou was so unfamiliar with, he couldn't crack it. But he felt it was pretty pathetic that he wouldn't be able to draw something when everyone else seemed to be amazing at their skills and abilities... and sure, he knew he was a loser, but art was something he at least wanted to try to learn. After all, he could recall the images in his head, but it was actually recreating them on paper that proved a challenge. His head said one thing and his art skills said, "lol no."
He would notice he'd been zoning out and would head over to the teacher's desk, taking a seat. "Uh... sorry," he'd mumble awkwardly. He would look down at his paper and say, "I really know nothing about art, but there's got to be something about it to make it at least a little logical, right? Do you think you could give me any tips on how to achieve those things? I have practically no artistic skill..."
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Post by Marcelis on Aug 28, 2015 14:17:47 GMT -5
.:OOC:. Sorry I planning to response, just wanted the others to get into it before I start connection with two ppl. Sorry again. And also trying a new PV maybe I can get something more from it. .:IC:. **I remember the darkness. The cold feeling that came over me when I hear my mother died in a fire. She was cooking my favorite that I was bitching about for a week. She was so tired, but I even showed her my report card. It was all A's and B's only "low" was a eighty-three I got because I felt asleep at the last 5 questions on a test. I was trying so hard to make her proud. And I wanted her not to worry about my studies. She couldn't tutor me and go to her jobs... I wanted to relieve some tension from her. She was so beautiful, even the bags under her eyes. And I thought I only a woman as beautiful as my mom. Hard working and make me smile... And I lost her over some fucking rice-a-roni. And then I started to confide in the darkness. I'll work hard but no one needed to know. If I was smart, you'll find out... If I wanted to talk, I'll let you know. And when I was allowed to enter wonderland, and me entering the "maze" entrance it was dark, cold and ominous... Just how liked it. I loved to take my time, sliding my fingers on the walls... Closing my eyes sometimes and just talk to myself. That maze was my own creation, figuratively of course. I wanted it, and accepted it. To be in the shadows but now... I am just grasping at straws. Terry's death felt like the time I lost my dad. But I lost a brother. In truth, from what Honey Bee felt, I know exactly how she feels. But I feel like it more intense for her since he died with her on a mission. I shut my eyes as my hand quivered to my mental pictures. I felt like I was going to cry but I was stopping myself. My emotions is showing, dammit, not now! Get them in check before someone noticed. Maybe my late nights are getting the best of me. But then I heard a voice from my left, Green haired girl I spoke to before... Shit. Chiasa. Looking at her direction, I smiled as I spoke to her. "Library? It's fine Chiasa. I gotta finish this since I need to make up for some days I missed from school... maybe i'll take that off--Hmm?" **At moment, I saw Kamile approached me. I guess maybe she caught my words as well. Dammit, I feel like an idiot. I have to keep things in check for now. I am letting my emotions control me now. Mr. Quinn would not be pleased at my display. Never show distress if a problem can be solved with you and you alone. It's a simple phrase which I KNOW he took that from someone somewhere. But it hold truth here. No one can help me with my problems, I have to handle them. Looking up and forward, using my right hand to comb my hair back, I offered a soft smile as spoke to Ms. Trakovsky. "I hope its not for my words earlier. I hope you stay to teach of course... But if its not that, I'll find out?" **Gently rising from my seat I offer my hand out. As I would take leave to Kamile and follow her. I wouldn't know exactly was the case, but I guess I will see won't I? Tags Kamile Trakovsky chiasa
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