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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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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO. |
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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 Luka Green on Sept 7, 2015 23:45:56 GMT -5
Luka made his way down the hallway, his eyes scanning the book in front of him, held open by his left hand as his right rested at the small of his back in a fist. His eyes scanned it as his peripherals kept an eye on where he was going. He was able to manage to keep from walking into anybody, spinning around near misses and pausing before inevitable collisions to keep from getting hurt.
As he made his way down the stairs and to the main floor, going out to the courtyard he set the book down, pulling a cigarillo from his breast pocket along with a match book and lit up, smoking the thing with the grape cigarillo firmly grasped between his right hand's index and middle finger while the left returned to the book. It would look like he was cheating to anyone who didn't understand his schedule, the open gaps of free periods because of his fifth year senior status. The truth was that he was studying college level physics material, trying to get a head start while having a smoke.
He was having a good breathing day, so the smoke was more to give him some concentration. He found that he retained information better with a nicotine buzz allowing him to really absolve the words presented to him. His ability to imagine scenarios and put images to words was made greater by the lightheaded feeling that smoking provided.
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"To invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk."
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Post by Jae Maxwell on Sept 12, 2015 12:35:01 GMT -5
Jae was skipping class. Not because he didn't want to go (though he really didn't), but because he was currently working on something. He was sitting in the schools courtyard drawing rough sketches and ideas for his next project. He wasn't completely sure what the concepts would lead to, whether they would be for his own personal use, or to sell. At the moment they were just concepts, but in a weeks time he could be making a fortune. This was how he made money on the side, making little quirky inventions. Anything from plumbing equipment, to automated toys. Currently though, he wasn't having much success coming up with ideas. He sighed deeply, glancing around him, taking note in his surroundings. He had gotten so enthralled with the design process a person had snuck up on him. The other boy seemingly hadn't noticed him, he was reading a book Jae couldn't quite make out. Upon further inspection he was also smoking. Jae looked at him with mild distaste, but he wouldn't judge. The fact that someone at this school was actually here for . . . intellectual purposes. Everyone was addicted to something, some addictions were just worse than others. He didn't want to be nosy, but he was bored; and meeting new people couldn't hurt. He was new to the school after all. So far the closest thing to an acquaintance he'd made, was someone who threatened to eat his liver. Shuddering at the memory, which had occurred earlier that same day. He stood up, making his way up to the purple haired individual. 'Alright making friends is easy Jae, you just gotta be . . . yourself.' A brief memory resurfaced; the last time he 'been himself', he had accidentally caused a girl to burst into tears. He wasn't even sure what he had done to make it happen, but making friends was not his strong suit. "Hey uh . . . guy. I'm new here. Hate to intrude, I just uh wanted to ask, what're you reading?"
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Post by Luka Green on Sept 13, 2015 0:15:21 GMT -5
"Hmm? Oh, hey," He said as his eyes raised from his book, his head didn't raise with them however, and after the statement his eyes returned back to where they were. He wasn't trying to be rude but he wasn't exactly at a stopping point either. He did however, continue talking as he read. Something he had learned to do so that he could still get some information in while flirting with people. This kid seemed a little young at first but he was rather tall and seemed fairly thin.
"Really digging your complexion dude. Got a nice healthy bronze glow, natural skin?" He was curious because if that was natural than that dude won conventionally attractive complexion lottery. Luka could see that his interest in flirting with this guy was slowly raising higher and higher and he would have to put the book down soon enough, "Sorry, not trying to insult you, genuinely curious and also I'm reading a physics book."
He shut the book having finished the section on thermodynamic laws. It was a brief summary but Luka was brushing up on it. "I'm Luka, whats your name?" The hand that previously held the book stretched out as he took another long drag from his cigarillo.
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"To invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk."
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Post by Jae Maxwell on Sept 13, 2015 15:41:01 GMT -5
At the question of his skin tone, he blushed slightly. It felt like this guy was messing with him, though he had approached him first. "Yeah, got it from my mom I guess." Jae would say, putting his left hand on the back of his neck, rubbing it. Apparently he was reading a physics book, it wasn't high school physics, Jae knew that for sure. The books at this school were absolutely ragged; like they had been put into a shredder half way, and then burned. That book looked relatively new.
Jae eventually gave up on the book. He wasn't all that interested, it was the prospect of conversation that had brought him. So when the boy, named Luka; offered his hand he took it happily. A grin breaking out on his face. "Name's Jae, but my friends call me Kirby . . . or did until I came to this school." He said the word 'school' like it was an inside joke between them, and rolled his eyes grinning. He sat down next to Luka, arms resting on his legs. He didn't think he would make it this far, but the guy seemed cool enough. He hadn't threatened to inflict bodily harm on him, so he was alright in Jae's book. "So." He said, while trying to think of something to talk about. "You come here often?"
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