welcome
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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You're allowed to scream. You're allowed to cry. But do not give up.
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Post by ᎳᎬᏁᎠᎥᎶᎾ on Sept 14, 2015 18:17:45 GMT -5
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Wendigo pushed the door to the roof top open and took a few halting steps out into the sunlight. The girl was deathly pale, and she nearly always had a look on her face that radiated anxiety and possibly a hint of sadness. The girl clutched a bag to her chest and walked out onto the roof top until she reached the edge, before setting the bag down and removing it’s contents. Two dolls-- a girl and a boy, a few sheets of paper, and a pen.
Wendy sat down and looked at the two rag dolls for several moments. Finally she spoke up.
“I hope you guys are alright…” she said, “We’ve been through a lot together. I’m sorry I had to leave you guys alone in front of his house. And Lulu, you didn’t have to leave Joey like that. He would’ve figured something out.”
She paused.
“And you really shouldn't have thrown that bottle, Joey.”
Smart as the girl was academically, she was a bit… well, there was something wrong in her head. Wendy reached out to grab her pen and began writing on the sheets of paper. She was writing letters to the people from all the different towns she’d visited. Or… thought she’d visited.
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Post by ᎳᎬᏁᎠᎥᎶᎾ on Sept 20, 2015 20:54:45 GMT -5
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Wendy jerked suddenly and let out a strangled gasp. Because of the quick burst of movement she screwed up some of the lettering on the paper, and dropping her pen, she covered her face with her hands a moment as to catch her breath. It occurred to her now it was just a boy asking her what she was up to, but the girl knew she was very easily startled. Her heart pounded in her ears, and she lowered her hands, sitting up to look at the boy.
“I was just—” her gaze flicked to the two dolls, and she scooped them closer to her, as if trying to protect them, “Talking to my friends. Trying to apologize for some things I’ve done. I think they’re upset with me…”
Of course they would be. Wendy had failed them, so even if they weren’t necessarily angry at her they would be disappointed in her no doubt. If only there was some way she could make it up to them… but they weren’t as alive and fluid and breathing as they were when it all happened.
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Post by ᎳᎬᏁᎠᎥᎶᎾ on Sept 21, 2015 18:49:33 GMT -5
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Wendy’s brow creased with worry, and she looked over at the boy, pondering his words. Hopefully he was right. She was just trying to imagine herself in their shoes per se. In a way, it was kind of like her and one of her older sisters. Putting so much faith into someone, so much faith to where you’d trust them with everything you had, and they lose it all. Of course Wendy would never have intentionally done something like that. She wasn’t too sure about Velour.
“I really hope you’re right,” she said slowly, “They’re all I have. Or… all I have that’s important to me anymore.”
She put her face in her hands for a moment.
“Er—I mean there are other things but… they dominate my thoughts. Or what happened does at least.”
Her voice came out muffled through her hands, but she lowered them to make eye contact with the boy again when he asked his question. Ah, he pointed out how easily startled she was. It was embarrassing sometimes. She could put something in the microwave for a few minutes and nearly scream her head off when the timer went off.
“Oh no, the people here are very nice!” she lied. Well, sort of. They were terrible, but Wendy did have faith there was good in their souls, but she didn’t like what they put forth. “But yes, when I’m approached suddenly I always mistake it for either Velour or Sir, which is weird since they don’t go here…”
She scratched the back of her head, and picked up her two dolls, placing them in her lap.
“I’m Wendigo by the way. You can call me Wendy if you’d like.”
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Post by ᎳᎬᏁᎠᎥᎶᎾ on Sept 25, 2015 21:57:09 GMT -5
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“It’s nice to meet you, Soran,” the girl gave a wan smile. She seemed to be relaxing more and more as time went on, the tension in her small frame steadily releasing. This guy wasn’t like the other students. He didn’t seem to mind being at this school either. A lot of students seemed angry about being in this place, or they seemed to just be pursuing being one of the top dogs as it were.
It seemed like a miserable existence. Here she was though. With time, she might become like them. You never knew. Wendy did have her doubts that she’d ever become notably strong though, like the Pillars for example. They were terrifying.
Wendy raised her eye brows when he questioned her. Part of her just wanted to blurt everything out, but Velour would make her pay for it if she found out. And she always did. It almost felt like Velour had her tapped or had a tracking device set on her, because she almost always seemed to know Wendy’s every move.
“Oh, them?” she tapped her bottom lip with her index finger. How to not disclose much without lying? “They’re people I live with. Very observant, very focused. A bit scary.”
She searched her mind for a new subject.
“Do you have any good friends here?”
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