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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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A Weirdo Emerges [Closed]
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Post by Dross on Sept 20, 2015 14:11:31 GMT -5
His slow prance one all fours was filled with an increased atmosphere on this day. He seemed to hold an excitement about himself weather he understood full grasp of what that was or not. Although his face stayed straight and emotionless one could tell that he felt he had to be somewhere but where?? His eyes widened as he kicked open a door balancing on his remaining three limbs. Rushing in like the monkey he was once he saw no one was inside. The back of the door crashed loudly against the wall. He plopped down upon the floor harshly as the contents in his mouth swung. The large backpack which would seem heavy to others he had been carrying in his jaws grasp the entire time. As his buttox hit the pristine floors of the empty classroom with the resonating sound of the door smacking the walls(which was sure to attract others). he would quickly tear apart the backpack. The back itself was not of importance to him. He had seen one before and although they seemed efficient it wasn't anything new to him. What was interesting and new to him were the supplies in side. What seemed like everyday school supplies items to him. Markers, glue sticks, giant pink erasers, folders, packs of paper which quickly tore open only keeping the plastic wrappers.. he chewed upon the plastic and quickly spat it out. As he did with each pencil and eraser. He grabbed a glue stick gnawing on the top as the cap popped off and shot into the back of his throat chocking him. He quickly spat it out and kicked it aside in a haste. Seeing the glue rolled all the way down with its gluey content which he poked and prodded with his finger amazed him. His eyes widened as he knew what he had to do. His tongue licked upon the glue stick as it left trails of white on his tongue. His face turned up in disgust as he did so. But he continued to lick and with each lick a new face of disgust. So here our little Devin was, all alone in a classroom licking glue sticks and eating school supplies. |
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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 20, 2015 14:32:28 GMT -5
All he had wanted was a normal day, a normal day! Was it so hard at this school? Jae walked through the halls lackadaisically. His classes were so boring, he was ahead in literally every subject without even trying. He was currently skipping class to workshop a new invention, testing out the kinks. All he needed was a room.
So now he was searching for empty classrooms. Anything would do, his urge to make something was killing him, it was an addiction. School was so mundane, making things from his mind become a reality was his only purpose. He spied a classroom, the door was pushed inwards. Jae peeked inside, anticipation mounting, was this what he was looking for? It was seemingly empty, he quickly entered the room, making sure no one was around to catch him (not that anyone here cared about skipping class).
Before he could shut the door behind him, he saw the boy. Jae was frozen in absolute shock, the kid's back was too him, and he was rifling through a backpack eatin- well trying to eat the contents of the bag. He looked at the exit, he considered just booking it down the hall away from whatever this crazy shit was. But the kid was going at the plastics like it was the last supper, a mental image formed of him choking and dying; and if that happened it would be on Jae. He sighed, guess his ideas would have to wait.
He walked up tapping the boy roughly on the back. "You really shouldn't eat plastic. It's toxic. Actually some glue is too. " He paused not quite sure if the kid was even able to be reasoned with, he resorted to talking simply, pointing at the glue stick the boy was licking. "Eat that. You die. Die is not good." He crossed his hands into an X trying to use body language to get the message across
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Post by Luna Narcissus on Sept 20, 2015 15:01:38 GMT -5
Gym class, gym class~ Luna would hum to herself as she walked through the corridors. One month, and still nobody cared that Luna skipped gym class (even the gym teachers. Maybe they just never saw her go into a single of their classes so it was like she was a phantom member). In fact, that was perfect- she could only hope that the new regulators wouldn't have anything to say about it.
She was just pondering what she was going to do to make the time go faster when she heard the unmistakable sound of a door being slammed open. Clearly this was her chance to make herself useful to whatever the problem was! She would run cheerily through the corridor without a care before turning to the entrance, where her smile would stop. Was this classroom always here? This one isn't one of her ones at the very least- but the strange thing was it was pretty dark in here. It was almost reminiscent of that horror movie she had seen the other night where the two protagonists encounter the creature on all fours before it devours them- the last thing the camera shows is the thick rabid saliva dropping from it's mouth.
Hah, probably not... But... She would still investigate...
She would turn left as she entered the door and let her eyes adjust to the slight change in lighting. The room seemed to be very messily kept, almost like it had been unused for many years (although to be honest, all 552 rooms were like this but it was just her mental state).
Soon, she would stop to see him... And it.
She would tense for a moment. Was she dreaming? Luna was about to slowly creep out of the door backwards before she heard those familiar words from the movie...
"You really shouldn't eat plastic. It's toxic. Actually some glue is too."
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Wait, that wasn't right.
"Eat that. You die. Die is not good."
Luna took her one step forward and got a better look before exhaling loudly in relief. "Dying definitely isn't good..."
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Post by Dross on Sept 20, 2015 15:48:56 GMT -5
He heard him approach first making his way toward Devin with his concerns about him dying. The glue licking stopped for a moment as Devin stared down the man looking him up and down. His form and presence only made Devin even more curious about this boys nature. Devin continued to lick the glue as he turned blatantly ignoring his words. The glue was bitten and chewed as the sticky white content was swallowed. The empty glue stick cartoon was looked at with disgust as he finished off the glue and kicked the rest of the supplies away from himself. He chewed on the hard plastic of thee glue container making sure it wasn't edible. He discarded the glue stick towards the boys face. Everything was relatively normal for Devin. Until he saw her, her form her figure her face. His eyes sparkled with curiosity(well on the inside) as his face stayed still and motionless. He discarded the boys presence as he slowly made his way to her, walking on his hands and knuckles just like a monkey would. He made his way around the girl slowly looking her up and down. He wasn't sure about her or what she was exactly. But she reminded him of his "mother" Karen in a good way. She seemed to have all the parts she had but different. He had never seen another female besides his mother and this intrigued him. Finally his mouth parted to speak. "You.....You. Lady. You. Like. Mommy" His words and sentences simple and plain. He seemed stupid, ignorant unintelligent. |
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Post by Luna Narcissus on Sept 21, 2015 12:17:28 GMT -5
The gluestick flew to the Jae as Devin came towards Luna. He said she was like... His mum?
Luna took a few steps around Jae to stop Devin getting too close (putting him in between them, going in a circle). This was such a surreal situation that she had no idea how to combat it. In fact, Luna wasn't even sure if this was the sort of thing to counter- by now it wasn't really a horror movie situation. Just very strange one. "What do I do?" She would whisper to Jae.
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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 21, 2015 13:46:11 GMT -5
Jumping at the surprise of the new voice, he turned half way, tilting his head appraising them. Satisfied he nodded in greeting, turning back to the boy, just in time to catch a glue stick to the face. Luckily it was empty, not so luckily it was covered in the kids saliva. Jae had the decency to look shocked, before the feeling quickly turned to frustration. He clenched and unclenched his fists, clearly peeved at the turn of events, as the boy babbled something about the girl being his mom.
Not forgetting to note that the boy crawled like he was some sort of animal, it was strange to say the least, freaky to say the most. At her question he sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Humor him I guess?" Jae went to take a seat, his original purpose for being here not lost in all the weirdness. He pulled out his notebook, sketching the design for his newest 'tool'. If it turned out like he hoped, surviving at this school would be a cake walk. He would watch the two out the corner of his eye, in case anything weirder than whatever was going on happened.
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Post by Dross on Sept 21, 2015 17:16:39 GMT -5
He saw her hide behind the male as the monkey boy encircled them both. he didn't under stand the concept of making another uncomfortable. He wasn't sure why the lady was avoiding him, but she did meet his fancy. Her face, hair, her everything was unlike anything Devin had ever see. With no idea on how to feel the monkey boy slowly walked around them looking her up and down. His expressionless face slowly amazed by her form. His hand reached out slowly creeping to her face his wide void-less eyes staring at her intently. His hand would go to touch her cheek if successful he would gently stroke her skin while staring into the poor creeped out girls soul. "You name." He spoke aloud suddenly. "Me. Me name Devin." The boys words were simple but efficient. |
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Post by Luna Narcissus on Sept 23, 2015 13:04:51 GMT -5
The other boy here simply told her to amuse him before sitting down and scribbling in his notebook, apparently un-phased by the strangeness. She got the message, that this was her problem. And she'd probably have done something similar, so she couldn't complain. Maybe not quite to the extent of ignoring a fellow member of their school in trouble to go do doodle, but still.
"Me-. Me name is Luna?" She would say as he touched her face with gluey hands. She ignored it for now, shuddering a tiny bit, making a reminder to wipe it off after he finished.
She put her hand on Dross's head with a sigh and turned to the other boy. She kicked a gluestick lid which (with surprising accuracy) hit the back of his chair with an audible tap. "What about your name?". She would say. She wanted to know the name of the person wouldn't save a girl in distress, not that she'd have as much of a use for it at the moment.
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Post by Jae Maxwell on Sept 23, 2015 19:30:44 GMT -5
Jae, jumped in his chair. The sound of the plastic hitting his chair, and the small vibrations it caused were amplified by his focus on his work. Having now been pulled from it he looked over in her direction, glue had been smeared on her face, he covered his own attempting to hold back a laugh though not successfully. She asked his name, he considered not telling her just to be difficult, but she was dealing with . . . Devin, so he only deemed it fair he give it out. "Me. Me name Jae."
He followed their speech pattern, before switching to his normal one. "My friends call me Kirby, but I don't have any so you probably won't hear anyone say that name ever." He gave her a dry grin, chuckling slightly. It was a sort of long running inside joke he had with himself, due to having no friends growing up. The humor was a bit dark, but that was just how he rolled. "So uh ask him what his deal is- Mom." Referring to the fact that she reminded Devin of his mom. "Or at least ask why he has a diet consisting of plastic and glue. That's bound to hurt him sooner or later, despite how good a glue stick tastes." He rubbed his stomach for emphasis, all the while he kept a straight face before going back to his note-book. The ideas were starting to flow now, it was only a matter of time before all his hard work came to fruition!
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