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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.
Full Story Here.
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Hitting the gym (Open for +2)
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Post by Fiona McEntire on Sept 20, 2015 1:01:43 GMT -5
School. Home. Home. School. That was the daily grind. Neverending. Everyone there seemed nice enough. Well, most of them anyway. Some of them. It was a 30 minute walk from campus to home, but there was a gym in between. Doors and windows were boarded up, but there was one section in the front window, in the "O" of "boxing", that was broken. Maybe from a rock, or some kids playing ball in the street. Either way, it didn't matter. It was the perfect height for Fiona to look into. Heavy bags and speed bags, all covered in dust. The ring, itself, looked like a ghost. It was just there, in the middle if the sprawling and grey room. Every time she looked through the hole in the glass, her heart would race.
Fiona took her face from the window, wiping dirt away from her cheek with a shirt sleeve. Looking around, she smiled to herself. Biting her lip, she she walked down the sidewalk dragging her fingers along the rough brick wall, heading for the alley that ran down the right side of the decrepit old place. Around the back, Fiona found a door. Probably lead into the back office. No matter, there was a heavy lock keeping her out. Tracing the mortar lines between the bricks, she went back to the side. She continuously looked up, hoping to find a way to the roof. She had noticed before that slivers of sunlight could be seen dancing in the grey ring. She knew there was, there had to, be a skylight.
There was a window. It was high, but it looked like her way in. There was also a dumpster, but it was closer to the sidewalk. She hurried to the back of the structure and dropped her bag, squatting next to it, she produced a pair of hand wraps. They were the closest thing that she had to gloves. Fiona pulled her hair into a tight bun, and wrapped her hands and knuckles, just as she had seen her father do hundreds of times before. She made her way back out to the sidewalk, smiling politely at an old man passing by. After he was out of sight, Fiona surveyed the area and stepped up to the side of the dumpster. Taking a deep breath, she positioned herself and put her shoulder into the side of the oversized waste bin.
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Post by Dan on Sept 20, 2015 1:47:52 GMT -5
Dan was walking down the street with nothing particular to do. School had ended, wasn't a work day, gym was closed and it wasn't even that nice of a day out to work out in the park, so he just wandered around aimlessly.
Around half an hour in Dans walk he didn't notice but it seemed he walked into one of the poorer parts of New York. Dan walked past some decrepit buildings and stuff not really paying any particular mind to any of them.
As Dan passed an alley a girl with blonde hair caught his eyes, She smiled at him. this almost stopped Dan dead in his tracks, with shear will power he powered through this shocking event. No one smiled like that to a stranger in the streets like that here, in Canada it was common place but america not ONCE had it happened. This fact was also doubled by the kind of person Dan looked like, most people Dan met thought he looked like a buff old man, this statement wounded his heart.
most likely up to no good thought Dan as he kept walking forward, when he reached a different alley Dan turned into it because suspicious people usually didn't do things when people were watching.
After waiting a good bit he came back out and returned to the previous alley where he found the woman again
"what are you doing?" Dan asked in a uncharacteristically stern voice
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Post by Fiona McEntire on Sept 21, 2015 13:23:26 GMT -5
Pushing the dumpster was no easy task, but Fiona persisted. It moved little by little, inching toward the window. She stopped for a brief moment to survey her progress, and she had actually moved it, not very far, but it moved. Her shoulders dropped as she threw her head back and grunted in frustration.
Fiona walked back to the end of the alley, making sure she had the all clear before pushing again. She lumbered up, took a deep breath and put her shoulder into the can once more, grunting as she rolled the putrid garbage can. 'When's the last time this thing was dumped? Getting inside better be worth it.'
She stopped pushing again for a brief moment, deciding to try a new method. Firmly planting her hands on the side, Fiona pushed with her weight, only to discover that her hands were slippery. They slid down the side of the can, causing her head to meet the steel of the can. "Damn stupid fucking smelly ass stupid dumpster," she cursed and yelled, her hand going to her bleeding head.
It was then, when she heard the voice. Her first reaction was to run, but since she had just injured herself attempting to break into a condemned , she decided make sure "the voice" wasn't a cop voice, and to be sure she didn't cause herself to start hearing things. Closing her eyes tightly, Fiona turned around. Cracking one eye open, she recognized him as the "old man" that she had seen earlier, although he wasn't an at all. "Shit... I was, uh... Nothing. I wasn't doing a thing. You didn't see a thing," she waved her hand in front of her, as if she were a Jedi. Fiona leaned against the dumpster, her accent showed in her frustration, "am I in fuckin' trouble?"
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Post by Dan on Sept 22, 2015 0:27:09 GMT -5
Dan stared blankly at the Girl who tried to do the Jedi mind trick on him for a good few seconds. technically he didn't see her doing anything currently that was a felony, but you never know this is New York after all so he decided to grill her a bit.
"Is there something that you should feel guilty for?" He said copying a line from a late night detective show he saw one time when he had a late night T.V marathon with Teufel. He stood there waiting to see if the Girl was going to admit to a crime like Arson, hiding a body, maybe she was a leader of a huge drug traffic ring and this was her hide out there was a whole world of possibility she could be doing. Maybe she s a famous cat burglar, or maybe on second thought this place didn't seem like it would hold any great treasure Thought Dan the building was so dilapidated why hadn't anyone taken it down yet?
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Post by Fiona McEntire on Sept 23, 2015 20:41:08 GMT -5
Fiona looked over the big guy's uniform. He was not a cop, which was a good thing. Soon, it hit her, 'That's a 552 uniform. He goes to my school. Maybe he can help me!'.
"Anything I should feel guilty for? No, we'll, not yet anyway. Ta be honest, I was about ta break into this old gym. Public gyms are always so crowded, and can you see me actually walking inta an actual boxing gym in the city? They'd laugh their arses off, and me right out the bloody door," she rambled a bit. Fiona walked over to the dumpster and kicked it lightly with the toe of her shoe, "my plan was, ya see, ta push this here garbage bin under that window and club up ta see if there was a way in through the skylight. The thing is bloody heavy though."
She leaned against the can, kicking rubble across the ground, her arms crossed in front of her. "So, you go ta the 552, like me? Ya think maybe ya could help me out? Be our little secret, aye?"
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Post by Dan on Sept 28, 2015 19:03:32 GMT -5
How plain thought Dan as she explained her dastardly plan his face drastically loosened, he saw it as a boring crime but at the same time he had sympathy for the weird talking girl.
"Aye" Dan had no idea why he said aye it was probably the same effect as when someone talks in a British accent that you start doing so as well "I can help ya out" Dan said as he uncrossed his arms and nodded his head. "But i dont feel like falling through a roof, over there i saw a weak looking lock on a door back there" he said as he pointed with is thumb behind him.
He walked around the corner and went to where the heavily locked door was before and simply brought his foot up and pushed kicked the door on the most outer side so it wouldn't come off the hinges "easier but you may need to find a padlock eh"
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Post by Fiona McEntire on Sept 30, 2015 8:47:42 GMT -5
"Ya mean you'll help me," Fiona asked extatically. No one had ever really been friendly to her since she had moved here. She beamed. Her eyes fixed on him while the big guy explained his plan.
She followed him around back and watched as he simply kicked the door open. "Well now... Had I been as big and burley as ya are I coulda done that.". She chuckled a bit, elbowing him in the ribs. Taking a breath, she gathered herself, returning to her usual stoic expression. "Thank ya, very much.".
Pushing the door open, she poked her head in, scanning the area. It wasn't the office door, but a back exit. It would work all the same, and she would take his advice and find a lock of her one. "My own gym... Like my da... I can't believe it," she stumbled over her words and slumped into a heap on the floor. Biting her lip and wiping away joyful tears she looked up, thanking him again. "This means a lot to me... I don't know how to repay you.".
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