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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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Post by Angel Vance on Jan 24, 2015 14:25:55 GMT -5
Angel would be in the gym after school thanking the fact that as far as he could see no one was here. He was lost in his own world for awhile now and couldn't seem to break it so he decided he would force himself out of it. With violence.
He would strip down to nothing but a pair of athletic shorts. His body, which was normally completely covered by his clothes, would be riddled with scars. Ranging from knife cuts, to a few stabbing scars, as well as a clean through and through gunshot wound on his should. There would be other scars there from just fights he and his brother had gotten into. He normally was careful not to let anyone see these so as to not raise any questions. Thats why he came to the gym on a day when hopefully no one would be here.
Once he was comfortable he would walk over to the punching bags and get into a boxing stance before letting go a barrage of punches. The first few would be calculated and protected like one would normally do when practicing your strikes however with each hit his anger grew and as his anger increased his punches got faster, harder, and more chaotic. This simple exercise turned into a pure hatred for this punching bag. Memories of his past came flooding into his mind until finally he couldn't stand it any more, then with a loud yell he would launch a killer kick to the side of the bag sending it flying off of the chain holding it sending it across the gym a bit before it landed busting open. Now that he didn't have anything to turn his focus on he realized he was breathing heavily and his knuckles were bleeding but instead of making him calm down this only made him more frustrated. He spat on the ground and walked off to the showers.
He stripped down to nothing then turning on the water as hot as it would go. Then he would stand under it the was burning his skin but he didn't care all he wanted was to feel pain right now. The memories and voices would continue to play in his despite his best effort to shut them up.
"Leave me alone."
Still they called at him lulling him into his memories reminding him of things he didn't want to remember.
"I SAID GO AWAY!"
He would yell out at the top of his lungs punching the wall as hard as he could cracking the wall and making his hand start bleeding a bit more profusely. He would just stand there now his hand in the was blood smearing its way down to the floor while his other bleeding hand slowly dripped down to the shower floor to be washed away clean by the shower water.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 24, 2015 14:50:27 GMT -5
--- There she was lurking about again. Strolling around in a pair of black sweats and red t-shirt with her hoodie draped over one shoulder and a single strap back crossed over her chest. Her fedora was absent today but her locs were pulled back into a messy bun. The only she had been in school after hours was that moment she went to the gym and well it wasn't so bad. She had visited it twice now. When she arrived it wasn't empty, though there was nothing shocking about that. When it was empty she was more slightly surprised. She hadn't seen him strip but her ears caught the sound of the hits against the bag which is what brought her to see such a sight. Well well it was her little Alice. Stripped bare and from what she could tell by the fury unleashed on that bag it was literally and figuratively. The White Rabbit would watch vigilantly from the threshold as his anger grew, It was like watching the start of a storm as it swirled and grew into something more destructive. A tempest. Something was eating Alice, not that she cared but she felt like poking the bear.
--- The kick crippled the bag and he seemed still so unsatisfied. Cereza had been there before. He never noticed her presence which was perfect. As he walked away to the showers seemed like the White Rabbit would be following Alice this time. Yes she was following him to the showers. So the hell what if it was the guys room? Long prior she had noted the scars. Everyone had them some visible some not. If they didn't then they were blessed.
"Guess you're not an Alice after all. "
--- Her voice would break the silence after his shouting making a joke towards the fact he indeed had a pair. She'd actually be standing right outside the shower he was in, leaning her back against the door of an adjacent one. If he came out she'd be on the right side. Oh she was poking. She was gonna push cause she could.
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Post by Angel Vance on Jan 24, 2015 15:05:37 GMT -5
After standing there for a minute Angel would finally pull his hand out of the wall and turn off the shower grabbing a towel he would wrap it around his waist and walk out of the shower steam whisping up and off of his body due to the extreme heat of the shower compared to the cool temperature of the locker room. On his way out he would notice the girl he had met the other day. He didn't bother stopping his give a fuck meter was broken today. He walked right by her and towards his locker where he would take off his towel and dry himself off before getting dressed.
"What came for a peep show? Are your other boy toys not putting out for you?"
It was a jab at the fact that there was a few rumor about how she had been out kissing random guys, he didn't really care but if someone can treat a kiss as a simple nothing then... well he wasn't interested in being the next check mark on some list.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 24, 2015 15:47:16 GMT -5
--- Oooo someone was steaming mad. Literally at that. Irony was funny that way. She simply watched him move along not expecting him to stop. What she saw she already put on the mindset of what was to be expected from him. Snide comments were at the top of that list. A girl like her was used to it. She took them all in stride and always bantered back with those who tried. His comment could've came from a number of reasons, rumors wasn't something she was thinking about cause in truth she hadn't really heard anything or maybe she just hadn't paid attention cause it was the norm for her. Cereza would lean off with a smirk and follow behind stopping about three lockers away from where his was and would just lean her shoulder against it, arms still folded.
"Hmm toys wear out."
--- There was no truth. But hey she rolled with the punches and sassed back. His comment made her want to push even more. That hostilely.
"What's wrong not getting any lately?"
--- If he wanted to take shots, shots would be fired back. That's just what she does.
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Post by Angel Vance on Jan 24, 2015 15:53:43 GMT -5
Angel scoffed. Shaking his head.
"Not getting any, ya know I suppose that would be an issue for those who need to feel something between their legs. But personally I still believe that some things are more important than sex. I would try to explain but I doubt Ms. Pinup model would even understand the concept."
He would slam the locker door closed turning to look at her for the first time. He could feel his anger still rising inside of him. If she kept pressing there was going to be an issue.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 26, 2015 23:28:55 GMT -5
--- Cereza listened with no emotion other than a smirk on her face. She seemed completely unfazed by his words. Boy he was so feisty today. Well she did say the 'devil was once an angel' right? With a playful dramatic flare she placed a hand on her chest.
"You think I look like a Pinup model? Why thank you."
--- Seemed she ignored all the rest just to purposely toy with him. The slamming of the locker only made her want to further push. Oh she was gonna push until there was a problem. She wanted to see him this time around. Really see him.
"Someone's seems a little too frustrated. You sure something between your legs isn't crying for attention? Or we just having a pity party? If so I need some popcorn."
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Post by Angel Vance on Jan 27, 2015 0:00:58 GMT -5
Angel just glared at her.
"This all just a fucking joke to you isn't it? You don't give a damn about anyone or anything. You're just another cold-hearted bitch that's hell bent on crushing the humanity out of everyone you come across aren't you? What? What's your story then? Daddy not give you enough attention growing up? Well guess what butter cup everyone's got issues and despite what you may want to believe causing others pain is only a temporary relief. No better than a band aid."
He hoped his words would hit home, he didn't expect to see anything here and now but maybe, hopefully it would affect her when she thought back on this conversation later. But either way he didn't really care in the end. He would notice then that his hands were stinging and he remembered they were still bleeding. Angel would walk right past Cereza to the first aid kit hanging on the wall opening it and pulling out cloth wraps to tie around his hands to stop the bleeding. Then he would turn back to the girl.
"So you happen to have any more smart comebacks? A girl like you must know all to well about what buttons to press. So lets hear it, what else do you have to say?"
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 29, 2015 2:30:05 GMT -5
--- As Angel began his onslaught, Cereza immediately had an idea. An idea to play off his words that seemed like they were supposed to cut her like daggers. Only they didn't, but he was going to believe that finally he hit home with her. When Cereza had to put on a show oh she performed beautifully. She was a very convincing person when she wanted to be. She knew how to spin a story to meet her needs. Her eyes widened at his words if he looked at her he would see that maybe he had indeed struck a cord with her suddenly. It was as if air just left her lungs so suddenly. Her lips left slightly ajar as if she wanted to say something but was at a lost for words. He walked passed her to bandage his hands and when he turned to scold her more her was down and turned away. It almost appeared like there was a shadow cast over her eyes. A mist of sorrow seemed to suddenly hover over the young brunette. As it seemed like he berated her more a low meek voice trailed from her lips. Yes it seemed odd but as odd as it was it felt so incredibly real and genuine.
"You talk about me being cruel...I..I don't like speaking about him, or having him brought up. ."
--- Such a soft and tender tone. She kept her back to him with her head hanging a little low still.
"Sometimes one can show a little too much attention."
--- Without much words she was implying so a lot. Her words seemed a little shaky as her arms came up and curled around herself gently. As if giving herself a comforting hug as her body tightened into herself. She seemed so convincing and even if he came in front of her it never dropped.
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Post by Angel Vance on Jan 29, 2015 3:28:29 GMT -5
Angel had crossed a line, and he knew it. But right now there was too much anger flowing through him to deal with it right now. He would continue to glare at her.
"Ya know that sucks. I'm sorry. But maybe, just maybe, if you don't want people to talk about issues you want to keep buried then you should really think about taking a different attitude don't you think? Being a bitch to everyone you come across doesn't help."
He would turn around and start to walk out before he stopped and turned to look at her. Then he would proceed to take his shirt off again revealing his scars again.
"You're not the only person that has ever known too much 'affection'. But you know what instead of pushing everyone I come across away I try and help them so they don't turn into someone, something like me. Normally you're sob story right now would have me bending over backwards just to help you feel comfortable but guess what, you picked the wrong day cause sometimes, just sometimes, when the guy who tries to help everyone gets used by everyone he tends to have days where it's 'fuck the world and everyone in it' and today, Cereza, is that day."
He would put his shirt back on still focused on her. Watching to see what she would do next.
"You have potential to be a good person, I know you do. But you don't try and its for that reason that at the end of the day when you lay down in your bed all by yourself even if you tell yourself over and over and over again how much you enjoy your life, you will still fall asleep miserable. I'm not gonna lie, I like you, I find you very attractive and honestly there is something about you that draws me in and to be completely honest whenever I return to my cheerful self you'll probably be able to use me, and abuse me all you want and I won't even stop to think about it, cause thats just how I am. I'm trusting that should you choose to speak to me after today you might not want to do that but, trust only goes so far doesn't it?"
His head would begin pounding a migraine kicking in and big time, seems the loss of blood mixed with anger, yelling, and talking had taken its toll on him. He would reach an injured hand up to his head and stagger backwards before planting himself again.
"Tch, looks like I went talked too much again. Whatever."
He would reach into his backpack pulling out a few nondescript pills tossing them into his mouth and swallowing. He would sit on a bench for a moment and take slow deep breaths to try cool himself down.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 29, 2015 19:05:05 GMT -5
~Someone's really irritable today. Trying to drive that dagger in huh.~
--- Honestly if Cereza was any other person everything he said would probably cut so deeply she wouldn't know what to do or say. But we were talking about the Queen of deflecting. The one girl that didn't care what others thought. The girl that tended to bend things into her advantage one way or another. She used people like dealers used drug addicts. Dealers knew they were needed by their clients so they manipulated them in all sorts of ways. She knew how to twist words and people if she choose to. But it was a matter of picking and choosing her moments. Sometimes one had to play a role and keep it going for as long as necessary to achieve any wanted result. Staying true to the roll she had taken she continued to grip her arms as he spoke more and more harshly to her. For a moment she looked over her shoulder with her head still down as she saw he had removed his shirt. She already had seen the scars before but even if she hadn't it wouldn't hold any bearing.
--- As he spoke about her potentially being a good person she almost wanted to laugh but she kept her veil with no hint of alteration. They met once and he really thought there was a good person underneath there? By now her body was facing him still unwavering in her facade. He spoke about his attraction to her and how she drew him in for some reason or another and all it did was had more fuel. He was completely right about her being a bitch. She was certainly a secret meanie that most probably didn't see coming and that was the best part. It was exactly how she liked it. The seen but unseen. It was cruel what she was doing, but life was cruel. As he staggered and pop some pills sitting on the bench, Cereza would remain still briefly as soft grey orbs washed over him. After a minute she would walk over to him and kneel before him. Had he looked into her eyes he would see a soft, warm sadness before she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her. His head would be in her shoulder, her left hand on the back of his hair. Surprisingly it wasn't hard for her to be mothering, even if it was pretend because she took care of her niece so it felt completely genuine. Same with the soft undertone of her voice in his ear, even though it had a little shake to it.
"I-I'm sorry."
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Post by Angel Vance on Jan 29, 2015 19:37:42 GMT -5
"I-I'm sorry."
Her stammered words echoed in head for what seemed like eternity he was being held by her but he didn't even realize it when she said those words. How many times? How many times had he heard those words? How many times had he said them? How many people did he hurt after he said those words to him? How many times had he been beaten to a bloody pulp barely alive as someone he knew stood above him and callously said those words?
Those words... those two little words... meaningless. Completely and totally devoid of care or emotion or even concern. The only people that used those words were cowards and pathological liars, and judging from how their first encounter went, she wasn't a coward.
"No."
He whispered softly almost inaudibly but she would probably still hear him as close as he was... until he pushed... no shoved her off of him with all the strength he could muster. He would throw her backwards towards the wall no care whether she collided with the wall or caught herself. All he could see was red. Once again the voices in his memories, the voices of his past that he wished to forget came roaring back faster than the speed of light filling his head with nothing but screams of pain and anger.
"NO!"
He would yell out again standing up his anger rolling off him almost as bad as the steam from earlier.
"I am not some toy that you play with you don't just get to toss me aside to play with a new toy only to come back later and apologize saying that I'm your favorite toy again. I'm done with your bullshit! I'm not doing it anymore!"
His words were directed at Cereza but he wasn't speaking to her. He was speaking to his brother , his parents, his friends, everyone that had ever used him he was yelling at them. Cereza was merely the vessel that held them at this point in time, when he looked at her he no longer saw a cute girl instead he saw all the pain and suffering he had ever been through because of others.
"Stay the hell away from me. I don't want you in my life any more so Leave Me ALONE!"
He would punch the wall beside her head as he yelled cracking the wall and making his hand start bleeding again. He would stare into her eyes for a moment and all she would see was hate and anger beyond all measurement before he backed off of her and turned to leave.
This time he had no quick jab or words for parting he didn't have anything up his sleeve, he was done. He had no more to say. All he wanted was to leave and thats all he did. He would Cereza in the locker room and head out into the gym and then onward further to head home. Back into his bothers old empty gang house.
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