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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 Lance Stryker on Sept 27, 2015 21:40:45 GMT -5
Lance would not describe himself as a particular brave man. But even he felt kinda silly for standing in the hallway wearing only his boxers. Nor was he particularly proud of the ear-splitting shriek of horror that had preceded his hasty exit from his mostly empty room. Mostly empty for inside there was a new resident. He had opened his eyes to the sight of a rat scurrying across the floor with what appeared to be Lance's key chain in its mouth.
Lance had spent approximately three seconds in that room before he had burst through the door in a rare display of speed. As the door slammed behind him he leant against it and tried to calm his racing heart. He wanted to continue running, but the coldness of the floor reminded him that he was barefooted and who knew what lay on these floors. Shards of glass, debris, empty spray cans – or worse?
I hate this city.
He thought silently to himself as the shoddy light flickered above him. He wondered what time it was, it was dark out, he knew that. Perhaps around midnight? He patted his leg for the usual place his phone lay in his pocket. He was a little surprised when he patted his leg rather than the phone. He looked down, vision slightly blurred and he realized he was barely wearing anything. Another shriek, although not as loud as the previous one, still high pitched for one of his gender. He reached for the door handle. It did not budge. Locked! Frantically he began to try and shake it open. Then to pry it open. Only to fail as spectacularly as before. In a last ditch effort he slammed his shoulder against it - he succeeded in hurting his shoulder - The door, not so much.
I really hate this city.
He slumped down on the floor and sat against the wall opposite his room. He shivered as he hugged his legs and hid his face against the arms. What was he supposed to do now? He dared not ask for help, even if they just saw him out here he'd be ridiculed for the rest of his stay at PHS 552. But he couldn't call a locksmith. He couldn't leave without freezing to death. New York was much much colder than the climate in California.
I wanna go home.
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Post by Even Blackwood on Oct 3, 2015 19:42:30 GMT -5
Even walked down the halls of the dorms when all of a sudden she saw a boy in his boxers slumped against the wall.She walked over and towered above him, she noticed he was shivering so she slipped off her own shirt and placed it around his shoulders.She stretched and squatted "whats wrong babe?" she asked nicely.
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Post by Lance Stryker on Oct 3, 2015 20:56:06 GMT -5
Lance didn't hear the footsteps down the hallway. Didn't notice the presence of another person until the shirt fell over his half naked form. Startled he looked up. The girl was a little blurry - oh. Right. He had forgotten his glasses too. He was truly a moron. Was this girl truly here to help him? He best bet on it, else he'd spent the entire night out here freezing to death.
"Uhh, thanks He muttered under his breath. Still shy. Having trouble breathing. He never knew how to talk to girls. "I uhh, locked myself out." He clarified. "Was a uhh rat in there. Ran off with my keys." He felt pathetic. He shivered slightly. The shirt helped him, that was when he looked a little lower. She had taken off her shirt. Lance felt warmth rise in his cheeks and he stared for a fateful second before his eyes went into the ground. "Sorry, didn't mean to stare!" He said, finally speaking a little louder.
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Post by Even Blackwood on Oct 29, 2015 22:03:24 GMT -5
She looked at the door then shurgged, she lifted up her leg and POW!The door feel to the floor in a heap, she smiled and walked in.She stood still for a moment and heard the rat scurry across the floor, she squatted and waited for it to come out again.Soon its ugly little head pocked out from behind a dresser, Even smiled and cooed at the rat until it wiggled out and came twords here.It dropped the keys in her hand and rubbed here hand gently "awww you were just scared were't you alice..".She turned and looked at the small one and blushed a little "He's my pet, im really sorry.." she said meekly, the rat scurried up her head until it rested on top.The little creature wiggled until in bit through her hair band,her long red hair fell down her like crimson ribbons floating down.The rat nested in her neck in the safety oh his masters crimson mane.She felt a little awkward, most people thought she looked like a demon when her hair was down ( she did look pretty scary with her hair hanging over her face and her emerald green eyes glowing) "Umm hey i know this is odd but do you have a roommate??"
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Post by Lance Stryker on Oct 29, 2015 22:23:21 GMT -5
Like he wasn't really there, she decided to handle the problem rather than handling him. Before Lance could utter a single word, she had stepped up and kicked in his door like it was nothing. Wide eyed, Lance stared at her. She was strong. Scarily strong. The girl squatted in his room. Started talking to the rat. Alice. The rat had a name? The rat was her pet... Alice is a boy's name? Different rules for rats, he supposed. Lance followed the rat as it climbed up his owner. Watched as the rat made itself a nest.
Lance ignored that for the moment and crawled over to his door. His poor broken door. His defense against the outside world. Mangled beyond easy repair. He looked up at her, a little terrified, but also angry.
"My door!" He cried out as he tried to pick it up. But even this he was too weak to do. He tried a little harder. Lifting with his cold sore legs, but to no avail. He grunted as he tried for the third and last time. "How will I sleep knowing anyone can just walk in here now? Oh no. Roommate, no. No I don't. Who would want to live with me?" He asked, self deprecating as usual.
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Post by Even Blackwood on Oct 29, 2015 22:29:40 GMT -5
Even retracted a little, she picked up the door with one hand a propped it up in the door frame.She fiddled her thumbs a little "I can fix it if you have the tools..." she said quietly.She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she stared at the floor "well i dont have a house." she said even quieter.Alice curled around her neck, she was getting a little cold.She smiled and gingerly pulled the shirt of the boy, she slipped it over her head and picked at the edge of it.
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Post by Lance Stryker on Oct 29, 2015 22:38:20 GMT -5
If he for a moment had thought the door kicking badass before him had managed to kick in the door was a fluke, she quickly proved him wrong - and embarrassed him a little - when she lifted the door with one arm. He blushed a little at her casual display of strength. Lance wanted to respond to her tool-comment, but the look she sent the floor. She didn't have a home... Wait. He stared at her agape. She wanted to share a room with him? For a few long seconds he was utterly lost to the world. Only her sudden movement to retake her shirt - and removing one of the two pieces of clothing Lance was wearing - recalled him to the world.
"I uhh, tools? Landlord might have some? He has a small supplies room, I think, in the basement." Lance said. As he looked at the girl in his room. He wouldn't mind sharing his room with a girl like her. And to be honest, he was much too intimidated to refuse her. "And I guess you can stay here?"
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Post by Even Blackwood on Oct 29, 2015 22:44:42 GMT -5
Even smiled, her face lighting up.She blushed with joy, she had been sleeping on the roof of the school for about 3 months.Fighting off school thugs and keeping birds from stealing what food she had, everyone thought she was a big monster but really she was just well a big friendly giant.She smiled bigger and hugged him, she tried not to squeeze him.She got close to his ear and said "My name is Even, and im very thankful for your hospitality."She hoped her hair wouldn't suffocate him..
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Post by Lance Stryker on Oct 29, 2015 22:55:24 GMT -5
Lance felt good when her face turned into a bright blushing smile. He could only imagine what she had gone through for her to be this happy. Some time he might ask her, but for the moment her smile was contagious and he was only smiling. It felt good to make someone else smile so brightly. Lance was startled when she moved forward and hugged him. She was huge compared to him. Almost a foot taller, certainly! Much stronger too and he sort of knew what it felt like being hugged by a bear now.
Oh God, I'm not wearing pants. A startling revelation to Lance. She whispered into his ear. Her name. Even. His cheeks were burning a bright red. Almost rivaled her hair in intensity. He opened his mouth to respond as he returned the hug, awkwardly. "I'm Lance. And, you're welcome." It felt weird talking into someone's hair. Felt weirder to hug a good looking girl when he was almost naked.
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Post by Even Blackwood on Oct 29, 2015 23:05:58 GMT -5
Even released and smiled as she let out a content sigh as she placed her hands on her hips.She turned twords the door and clapped, she needed to go get her things "Hey im going to go get my stuff off the roof, after that we can get to work on this door!" she said excitedly.She moved the door and walked out and stood near the street, she flexed and smiled back at lance, then she was off.Her crimson hair flowing behind her like a cape as she bolted down the street, soon she neared the school.She scurried up the ladder and snatched her bag up and slid down the ladder and ran back to the apartments, she neared the broken door and looked at lance heaving.Her face beaming as she stared him proudly "4 minutes!" she said as she leaned over to catch her breath, she stood back up and let out a little whoop.She walked back in and slipped off the sweat covered shirt and stuffed it into her bag as she pulled out a cut off grey t-shirt, it was super soft and old.She slipped it on and flattened in, it showed about maybe 4 inches of her stomach, she knew it was cold but she loved the way the crisp air felt on her bare skin.She plopped down and rubbed her hands on her legging, she looked up at lance and tiled her head "Were should i put my stuff?"
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Post by Lance Stryker on Oct 29, 2015 23:18:08 GMT -5
Lance was released from her hug and he immediately turned away to get a pair of pants. He frantically put the pants on as he looked up at the clapping redhead. Her stuff? "Oh, hey, you need help with tha-" She was already gone it seemed. He looked out the window of the dorm room and saw her out there by the door. Another smile caused his cheeks to mimic her hair again. He moved to find a shirt to cover himself with. The clothes were as cold as his skin. But he'd surely freeze to death if he did not get dressed soon. About the time it took for him to get dressed and clean up a little, she was back. Panting. Proud. Four minutes. Where had she stayed that was four minutes away? Lance's eyes widened again when she casually removed her shirt again.
Thank god I have my pants now. He thought gratefully as his cheeks burned and he averted his gaze.
"Uhh, I don't know. Anywhere you'd like. There is not much room, but, what space there is I am happy to share." He didn't have many things. Only thing of worth in the room was his phone. Even his bed was little more than a mattress. He needed to see if he could get funding from the school or the city council.
"You can sleep in my bed tonight. You look like you could use a soft bed." Lance smiled shyly. As he made a small nod towards his bed. He could sleep on the ground. He had enough clothes to make it pleasant.
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Post by Even Blackwood on Oct 29, 2015 23:27:32 GMT -5
Even nodded at Lance's words, she walked over to the bed then she had an idea.She pulled her foldable cot out of her bag, she liked to sleep in small spaces,she didn't know why but she had to sleep in a confined space.She pushed the matress from the wall and then set up her cot, now it looked like a larger mattress only her cot was closed in but the bed and wall.She looked over at lance and smiled "There now we can both sleep on a bed!" she said as she plopped down on the cot and lay on her back.She felt her eyes grow heavy and soon she was asleep, her long black eyelashes fluttering every so often as she dreamed.
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Post by Lance Stryker on Oct 29, 2015 23:39:04 GMT -5
All his ideas of sleeping on his clothes were for naught when it turned out she already had a fold out cot. He smiled as she began moving around the bed and placed the cot against the wall. He was about to sleep next to a giant of a girl. And a rat. But well. He would have to take the good with the bad.
"Yea. Beats sleeping on the floor." He grinned and looked to the broken door. Well, if the two wanted to sleep this night, they'd best get to work on getting it back in place. He turned back to Even. "We sh- oh" Lance stopped talking when he realized his new roommate was fast asleep. Tomorrow then. Lance looked back to the door. If he just shifted it a little, people surely wouldn't notice it not being on the hinges, right? He shifted it over a little. It covered the same space as the door, except if you tried to open it, it would fall over instead. Lance returned to his bed. He found a spare blanket and covered her with it. Would be too cold to sleep with a bare midriff. Lance went to bed himself. Hoping Even wasn't the type of girl who had violent dreams.
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Post by Even Blackwood on Oct 29, 2015 23:45:01 GMT -5
Even woke, it was dark, she was warm and she was hugging something small and soft.She blinked in the darkness and tried to make out what she was holding onto, then she remembered.She rolled away blushing a little, soon she was asleep again.But in her sleep she rolled back and covered the boy in her arms, she was a a little lower so her arm were around his waist, her face pressed to his back.When she was younger she had slept like that with her brother, she had always had a tendency to cuddle when she slept.Her breathing was slow and deep, her cheeks were getting warm from her breath bouncing off his back.
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Post by Lance Stryker on Oct 29, 2015 23:57:21 GMT -5
Lance had felt Even move behind him. He was a naturally frightened boy so he woke up when sounds were made near him. He felt when Even had hugged him. He had laid awake for a long time after this. Feeling the warmth of her breath against his back. It felt warm. It also felt good. He felt a little safer in her arms. Especially since the door was basically not there. But with Even's strength and arms around him. He felt safe. He fell asleep with a smile on his lips. Only stirred a little when she moved again. Groggy he realized her arm was gone. Her breath a little quicker. She had awoken. Moved her arm. It had been a mistake? Obviously. Rolled over in her sleep. He was putting too much into this. He should just go to sleep.
He didn't know how long he slept. It had seemed to get lighter outside. Sun was rising. His own hand was lying on hers against his thigh. He was a little dazed. But he could hear birds chirp outside. He had had a pleasant dream. Obviously it must be a dream, no way a girl was sleeping behind him and making him a little spoon.
But then whose hand was his resting upon?
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