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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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I Have Heard The Crow, What Comes Next?
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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 21, 2015 13:13:44 GMT -5
What.. the hell am I suppose to do now? This guy.. Talon. He isn't messing around. He really might kill them all.
It was day three now of the five Talon Crow had given the leader of AW. Austin had spent the first night and part of the second day in the hospital being treated for the gunshot wound he had received during Talon's 'negotiation'. The male was torn. He was unsure of what to dk. Surrender everything he is to this man that represented Riot, or resist and fight. Likely watch the few people he did care about suffer.
Austin was strong-headed, adamant in his ways. But he was worried that no matter which decision he made, it was a lose-lose no matter which way he chose. But the young man was still raking his brain for a way out. Or at least a way to adapt.
Laying upon his bed, those hazel hues stared toward his phone which rested beside him. The outlaw had yet to call anyone, to warn them what might happen. Part of him was afraid to do it. Another part chose not to because nothing had been finalized yet. However the outlaw still felt a pang of guilt for not trying to contact Phoebe, or Rick.
Especially Rick. After all, Rick was part of his group. His god-father and one of Apex's originals. He did not tell him the truth to the events that had taken place two nights before, he had fed him the same bullshit he told the investigators. It wasn't out of fear of Talon or Riot that drove him from speaking the truth. It was the fear of Rick trying to pull all the charters together to go to war with Riot. It would be extremely bad for business, and would likely get them all wiped out.
Heavy bags hung under those hazel hues. Sleep was something he had gotten little of. Between the pain of his leg and the rushing thoughts that were storming about in the head of his, he couldn't. The whole experience was taking a toll on the sixteen year old boy. As much as he burned with rage and wanted to kill Talon, he knew that it wouldn't stop the whole of Riot from coming for his head after.
They always say revenge is a dish best served cold.. I'll never forgive that asshole for all this.. He will get his.
Austin's eyes would close as he moved his body sideways on the bed, fighting back the urge to groan from pain. He would push himself up onto his right leg, hobbling across his room to the dresser. Snapping off the top, Knuckles would grab his pain meds. Taking two, he would turn and lean against the wooden dresser, staring down at the ground.
Fuck.. fuck.. fuck.. shhhit.
The outlaw still had much to think about. And he only had two more days to sort it all out. To come up with some kind of plan. Still, nothing he thought of seemed good enough. Almost everything probably resulted in death. He felt stuck neck deep in the mud. Swinging his fist down, he'd hammerfist his dresser. Many items on top knocked about and to the floor. He would make his way back to the bed and throw himself face down.
He needed rest. Maybe he would dream his way out of it. It wasn't long before Austin was out cold.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Jan 21, 2015 18:55:42 GMT -5
It was a few hours later that the sound of a chair creaking could be heard next to Austin's bed. A larger, older male was sitting there, legs crossed. He wore a heavy white sweater, his dark hair slightly longer than most males and green eyes focused on the T.V. It was a soccer game between brazil and Germany. Their first since the World Cup loss.
He was eating a bag of chips, licking his fingers clean, giving a little "tsk" at the current play. He waited patiently for Austin to move and awaken.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 21, 2015 21:04:04 GMT -5
Austin awoke to unfamiliar sounds. A creaking of his chair nearby, and what sounded like a bunch of raving lunatics screaming from the tv. The outlaw was groggy, unaware of the uninvited man near by. That was until he lazily rolled his head toward the sounds. Those Hazel hues widened at the sight, abd his right hand instinctively slipped underneath his pillow.
Austin was being much more cautious now. He knew not who this man was, nor whom he might belong to. But he wasn't about to let himself get shot again, over shooting someone else first. He would already be facing the unknown man, and his right would simply shift forward under the pillow to push his handgun out the opposite side point right toward the chair.
His thumb already pulled the hammer back, and those Hazel eyes glared toward the one who had snuck into his apartment. His first guess would be someone within Riot, but he was sure he had more enemies in this jungle of steel. His words came out quickly, the anger in his voice apparent.
"Make a move mother fucker and I'm gonna blow the top half of your head off.. Who the hell are you!?"
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Jan 21, 2015 21:16:16 GMT -5
Aaron turned his eyes to Austin, staring at the barrel. He didn't seem phased by the gun, as though he suspected this might happen. He would keep his hands folded in his lap, watching Austin for a second as he spoke before shrugging.
"My name is Aaron Hollows. I was under the impression you were the leader of Apex Warriors- a gang at 552. I wanted to talk."
He had no reason to lie, but he wasn't talking because he was afraid of the weapon. He would reach back into his chip bag and remove food, eating slowly. He'd lightly gesture at the weapon.
"You won't need the gun. I'm unarmed, and potentially, a friend."
Still...he prepared himself. With the hammer pulled back, it would be easy to shoot. Aaron would take the bullet if Austin didn't believe him. That was the price of this kind of interaction.
OOC: Austin has my permission to, at any point in this thread, shoot Aaron. No headshots, however.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 21, 2015 21:50:04 GMT -5
"Oh, really? Forgive me if I don't believe you.. The only 'friends' I have that would be sneaking into my bedroom, would be here to fuck me. One way or the other.."
Austin's trigger finger was getting itchy. He obviously didn't trust the guy. Most people would have tried to approach him differently, after all this was not the usual way of doing things where he was concerned. But for now he would stop himself. He didn't want to have to deal with cleaning a body up, along with everything else. But he would pull the trigger without hesitation if he felt he had to.
"Well? Spit it out.. I'll listen for now."
Still holding the gun in his hand, his eyes would squint at the man sitting before him. He could barely make his face out. If it wasn't for the tv, he probably wouldn't be able to at all. However something struck him about the man's name. Austin had heard the last name before.. Phoebe.
Is this.. Phoebe's brother? I figured he was younger..
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Jan 21, 2015 21:54:24 GMT -5
Aaron would nod.
"Very well. I am sorry for coming in this way. Your house is the most secure place we can talk, and I couldn't risk my siblings knowing I was speaking with you. The less they know about it, the better. I wanted to chat with you about the attack that happened recently on the school, the current standing AW has with Riot and your knowledge of my sister, Phoebe Hollows, regarding Riot's consistant attacks on her."
Yup. There it was on the table. Quite short and direct.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 21, 2015 23:43:01 GMT -5
"Phoebe.. The day I met her, she was recovering from some injuries. She never told me exactly what happened. I found out through someone else.. Listen, I like your sister.. I didn't want her caught up in any of this. I didn't even know she was part of the Lightning Gang until recently.."
Austin's gun had lowered a bit, his trigger finger relaxing, if only a tiny bit. He spoke the truth in regards to this man's sister. He did like Phoebe. He had warned Leon about letting her get hurt at any point. However now it seemed likely she might get hurt because of him. The thought of it brought a frown to his face. It seemed though, as if he had deflected the rest of his questions.
The guy wasn't so sure that he could trust him completely. Hell, he didn't even know if this really was a sibling of Phoebe's. He looked way too old to go to school, and Phoebe had said her brother went to school with them. But this guy didn't seem to be after him. It seemed like he was gunning for Riot. Out of respect for Phoebe, he would give him a little tid-bit.
"A man came to my bar.. He killed my bartender, then shot me in the leg.. Something about it being Riot turf, yada yada yada. He shot me in the damn leg.."
Austin would glace down toward the ground after he had pulled himself to the edge of the bed, wincing from the pain of his wound. He was deeply contemplating something. He wasn't sure if he should warn of the threats that were made. Austin had yet to even tell her about it. He had been kind of nervous to even call her. But he would begin to speak again.
"That was after he made threats.. He said if I didn't give him everything.. He was going to destroy Apex, and kill everyone I know.. ..Kill Phoebe."
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Jan 21, 2015 23:56:50 GMT -5
Aaron listened patiently, letting the male work through it on his own. He would nod intermittently, reaching into his bag to pull out chips every now and again. He would glance at Austin's legs, unsure which was shot as the blankets still covered the area. He would lean back in the chair, rolling up the top half of the bag of Potato crisps. He brushed his hands together, getting rid of some of the crumbs.
"Suffice to say, then, you aren't exactly their friends."
He offered a small smile. He didn't seem the least bit phased by this news, and was actually glad the kid was giving him the information that he was. It gave him a little insight into how Riot worked. Aaron would gesture at a small satchel next to his chair.
"I have a pack here. There is a weapon inside it and a folder, but I'd rather not get shot reaching for the pack. So, I'm going to put up my hands and stand, backing away from it to allow you to grab it. Inside you're going to find a manilla folder and a .50 calibur Desert Eagle, silver. You may remove both, if you wish."
If Austin gave him the go ahead, he would raise his hands slowly and stand, stepping left and away from the pack, where Austin would find inside both the afformentioned gun and the folder. The folder would have a name in the top left, one Austin would be familiar with.
Talon Crow.
OOC: Permission given by Admin for this plot point.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 22, 2015 0:26:38 GMT -5
Austin would not toward him, however he was still uncertain about all this. He wasn't exactly sure the reason that he was being approached by this. But for some reason he got a weird feeling about the guy. Then again, he had been a little creeped out from the beginning.
The outlaw watched Aaron carefully as he stood and moved away. Switching his handgun from his right to his left, he would painfully make his way to his feet. Seething with each step, nearly falling at least once. He would reach for the pack, pulling it up onto the chair. He would grab the Desert Eagle first. Those hazel hues examining it for a moment. He went to go tuck it into the back of his pants before realizing he was just wearing his boxers. Awkward.
The bottom of the bandage could be seen on his left side, just out from where his boxers ended. He would place the gun down next to the bag before reaching inside for the envelope. Those eyes opened a little wider when he read the name on it. He would flip it open, gun still in hand as he peaked inside.
"This was the guy.. Why do you have all this?"
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Jan 22, 2015 0:43:15 GMT -5
Aaron would stare, then gesture back at the seat.
"Can I sit?"
If given the okay, he would retake his seat and cross his legs again. Austin would note the Eagle was military grade. Clearly well taken care of, and full of ammo. The folder contained Talon's picture, what looked like a mugshot, as well as the following technical information.
[Name: Talon Crow Age: 23 Nationality: Ireland/Irish Eye color: Blue Hair color: brown Legal Status: Work Visa
Information pertinant to current status: Works for a steel mill outside New York City. Suspected as a front for RIOT activities.
Additional information requested: Talon Crow is a Riot Elite member with physical attributes rating far above the average male his age. He is short fused, bottled up rage with little to no leash. He is sadistic in his methodolgy, and ambitious. He and fifteen other Riote Elite members run the general core of Riot. They distinguish themselves by tattoos on their bodies, which are also rankings according to strength and status. Talon Crow nickname thirteen for this reason.
He initially ordered the assault on one "PHOEBE HOLLOWS", client's younger sister and attendee at 552. It is suspected she joined "LG" for protection, and despite their low numbers they have been able to assist her on multiple occassions with her defense. "LG" Is lead by "LEON SUDEKI", a relatively powerful student who is considered at the top of the food chain.
Talon Crow has no family in the area, though he runs some sub-operations for RIOT out of state. He has been seen threatening AW and it's purported leader, "AUSTIN HUNTSMAN" (Nicknamed "KNUCKLES" by some) on at least one occassion. His current status is HOSPITALIZED, as his encounter with Crow lead to violent extremes.]
Aaron would wait for him to finish. Austin would also find photos of Phoebe, Leon and himself inside, as well as some information. Before he could read it, however, Aaron would speak.
"It doesn't really matter how I got ahold of it. I intend to protect my family no matter the cost. I wonder if you are the type to do the same. If so, I would like to help you, and in return, have you help me."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 22, 2015 1:00:53 GMT -5
Austin was sucked in right away. Trying to commit everything he could to memory, even if the folder was staying with him. He would have nodded at Aaron's request to sit. The young outlaw limping his way across his room, toward his disheveled dresser. After he had finished it, he would lay it on top and listen to what Aaron said next as he rummaged for some clothes.
"I've been raking my brain for any way out man.. I just don't see one.. I submit, I lose everything I am. If I don't submit, I still lose it all and more.. Like I didn't have enough bullshit to deal with before.."
Austin would carefully pull on a pair of grey sweat pants, followed by a black tank top. He would return his attention toward his 'guest', placing his .40 upon the dresser behind him. His arms would cross as he rested against the dresser, relieving some pressure from his leg.
"What the hell am I suppose to do?"
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Jan 22, 2015 1:10:33 GMT -5
Aaron watched him limp, taking in the leg. Analyzing it. A good weakness, if ever Austin got in his way, to exploit. He would turn to look at him after he dressed. Assuming he had taken his gun with him. He would think for a moment. How much to share...?
"I heard about this Army company in Afghanistan. There were about...twelve of them fighting four hundred. They were disavowed until they completed their mission, unable to push forward because they were so outnumbered. So they stole the clothes of an afghan tribe and pushed into the nest. It was actually easier than you might think- they didn't care who fought with them. American's, british, russian. Didn't matter. So when the twelve of them were inside...they spent fifteen months killing all of them. Four hundred two people. Without mercy or suspicion. The only way to kill a bear when you're a badger, is to let yourself get eaten, and chew you're way out through their heart."
He would shrug.
"So, you give him what he wants. You give him your gang, your business. Take his colors and his banner. Be seen as a friend. An ally. Make yourself known as someone to be trusted....then eat your way into their heart, taking everyone you can along the way. Your gang, or those you trust, can be told and brought into it or...it can just be you. You'll be surprised on the damage one man can wreak when he has nothing left to lose."
Aaron smiled.
"And I'll even help you do it."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 22, 2015 1:26:00 GMT -5
Austin scratched at his chin out of habit, letting himself soak in Aaron's words. The tale he told was an interesting one. Whether true or not, Knuckles understood the point he was trying to get across. And what came with the second half had been exactly what he had expected. Those hazel eyes would hide behind his eyelids for a few moments before he would open them again.
"I'll do it.. I don't really have a choice. He gave me five days, it's already been three."
Austin wasn't worried about fitting in with Riot. He grew up rough, he had not snitched on them and they would probably know that by now. Austin could deceive and mislead when needed. He felt he could pull off playing Riot well enough. However he was still curious to hear exactly what Aaron had planned.
"How are you going to help me?"
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Jan 22, 2015 6:18:26 GMT -5
He cracked his neck, then stood. He would put his hands in his pockets and walk over to face Austin. He stood a foot and a half away, eyeing him with a small smile.
"You and I have something in common, Huntsman. We commit. Regardless of the consequences, we find a way to make sure we keep our word- especially to those who do us wrong. Riot has threatened to turn my family inside out by forcing them into a cage. Turning my home...into nothing more than a box. They have broken the body of my sister and promised her every ounce of rape the entirety of their male populace can expend. As retribution...I will cut off every hand at the wrist that shakes theirs. I'll kill every person who wears their colors in pride and I will burn every enterprise and business of theirs to the ground and scatter the ashes into the wind. I plan to help you, by joining Apex. And when you give him everything, you will take me with you."
He'd hold out his hand for a shake.
"You, me, and perhaps a few others...we're going to have everything they love and own, leaving nothing in our wake. We'll begin tomorrow."
If Austin took his hand for the shake he'd let it drop to his side after, turning and heading for the door. He'd speak over his shoulder as he did.
"The gun is a gift, by the way. Enjoy it."
And he'd walk out!
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 22, 2015 12:07:19 GMT -5
Austin's hand extended to meet Aaron's. A firm one at that. If everything Aaron here planned could actually happen, then he might actually be able to make it out of this without much bloodshed, potentially anyways. However it would not come without danger. He was going to have to play his part, and play it well. Otherwise it could blow up in his face.
Aaron would leave and Austin would find himself alone again. He would move to shut off his tv, before turning back to grab the dossier and the hand gun that had been gifted to him. There seemed to be a lot of surprises lately. Everything was heating up. And now he had a mission.
He wasn't alone in it either. He felt he could trust Aaron enough. But that didn't mean he wasn't at all weary of him. He would mull over the dossier for a while again, but deciding to hit the hay. It seemed he would have a busy day tomorrow.
Come join the 'murder'.. Come fly with black..
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[OOC: 'Murder' is biker crow mythology: A flock of Crows, FYI.]
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