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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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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO.
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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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BB T1 R1 - [Terra vs. Snoop]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2015 4:19:56 GMT -5
[OoC: Lock your stats in your first post. The stats you begin the tournament with are the stats you will end the tournament with. No items of any kind, and no Qi allowed. Participants must post within 24 hours of each other. Failure to do so leads to disqualification. If there is no clear winner within five days of the fight being posted, it will be decided by Staff through a grading rubric. This is a no holds barred fight, so if you feel the need to break some limbs, you go ahead and break some limbs. Post your entrance in the first round, and go ahead and start fighting as soon as you like. Let's get crackin'.] Terra Alianovna Dryagin and Snoop Kushman would both be led down separate hallways by women in white coats. It was requested that they be barefoot for this fight. The halls were dark, barely illuminated by the light bulbs that flickered from the ceiling. Not a word would be uttered from their guides throughout the duration of the walk, but the further they went, the more the crowd's roaring outside became audible. Both contestants would be led to doors at the end of their respective hallways, and once opened, they would see their arena... a very small jungle that stretched for 20 yards. There were plenty of trees and foliage to climb or hide behind, as well as vines aplenty to swing from if one desired. It was also raining rather heavily to top it off. "Aaaaand from doooor number one, I, uh... what's with that name... Terraaaaa Aliano-...Draygiiiiiiin!! I hope I said that right." There was a mixture of cheering and booing from the crowd, since they were jerks like that. "And from doooor number two... Is... is that... is that Snoop? Is that allowed? Snoop Kushman. Well, it's A Snoop..." The crowd roared once more. "Alright you bastards, this ain't over until one of you just can't get back up! IT'S TIIIIIME FOR THE BAAAAAREKNUCKLE BEATDOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!"
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~We're in the same game. Just different levels~
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Post by Terra Alianovna Dryagin on Oct 1, 2015 19:15:29 GMT -5
We're in the same game Just different levels. Dealing with the same hell; just different devils.
Cage matches, fighting in various conditions and terrain was like home to the elder Dryagin. Not only did the core of Wonderland train in alternative means but she herself did so on her own for reasons needn't not currently of explaining. But being part Russian it was almost a gimme that she trained a bit harder if not harsher. It was just something affiliated with her culture. As the bluenette was led down the corridor the flickering lights made no difference to her. They made no fear or nerves gather within her. However what was gathering was something entirely different. A thumping growing in her body. Something pulsating through her veins. Whispers in her ears. A calling to her she usually heard during these times. The question was would it remained tamed or rear it's ugly head.
As they grew closer to the arena Terra found herself more in the zone and ignored the roaring of the crowd. However there was one thing that had not gone unnoticed and that was the butchering of her name. Terra was probably the nicest member of Wonderland but get on her bad side and the tables turned quickly. Say her name wrong and it agitated her. Honestly she was never surprised considering it's origin and pronunciation was not use without hearing it firstly. Green orbs glanced towards the announcers booth with a small annoyed look on her face rolling her eyes in the process.
-Tch they never get it right.-
Switching her focus back she noted the forest terrain and began to smirk. Immediately she thought about Nico how much his little nimble monkey self would fit perfectly in the environment. She felt completely comfortable with the surroundings yet of course had a caution about it. Anything could happen especially when it gave her such a Hunger Games vibe. The rain pouring down made things more interesting and added to the texture. Terra knew about gorilla warfare well enough to take those measures if she had to but she kinda wanted to avoid it if possible. Glancing around as she stepped in with bare feet, she would grab for a vine and yank it down.
Keeping one side in hand she'd stomp on and yank again to break it once more, wrapping that around her already wrapped right fist. The rest of the vine (4ft) would wrap loosely yet a tad firm around her bare waist for it would have it's use soon enough. It might've been bareknuckle beatdown but she was given a terrain that provided her tools and she was going to use it. Moving forward she found two thick sticks on the ground, how that made her smile thinking about her Escrima background. Those got tuck at her sides being held by the vines for now. With the rain drenching her form she was glad to be wearing minimal clothes such as a cut off tank and shorts. Terra neared an area that seemed a little open but some trees with hanging vines spread amongst and remained put. She didn't want to hunt for this person but if she had to well.
-Let's get this going. Making me look for you isn't in your best interest.-
She thought to herself hoping he wouldn't force her to play the Hunter all throughout the match. It really was in his best interest to not have her venture down that road. This was the very rare times Terra came across as cocky. Truth be told she was just being honest instead of overly confident. She knew how she was and what she would do; simple as that. Now she waited for this Snoop character to make his move.
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Str: 10 Con: 10 Dex: 10 Wis: 10 Int: 10
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Post by Snoop Kushman on Oct 2, 2015 19:10:21 GMT -5
Everybody's favorite dankmaster walked down the janky-ass flickery hallway decked in his usual fly ensemble of Flizzle-Nizzle Freshwear, minus the scarf (boy not lookin' to get strangulated, no siree). He wasn't nervous at all for the fight to come; hell, he might not have even known he was walking into a fight. Nope...Snoop was all smiles as normal, having made extra sure to roast three times his reg. amount of greenage just half an hour prior to this point, and his guide lady knew it. "Eyo, don't need to be all holdin' ya nose an' shit, this what heaven smells like, dig?" Snoop grinned wide and stuck his hands in his pockets, chuckling to himself when he heard the crowd just outside the door. "So lil' mama, you got what you s'posed to give me?" The white wearing lady sighed and reluctantly pulled a wireless microphone out of her pocket, passing it over to Snoop and turning back the way she came without a word.
Yes, that's right. Snoop, in his endless wealth, had paid the fight organizers several g's to arrange for his coat wearing tour guide to pass him off a certain piece of contraband, as well as respond to his cue with a button press. Snoop strolled out into the arena without a care in the world, and flipped the switch on his newly acquired mic to ON just a moment later. The loudspeakers surrounding their battlefield suddenly squeaked back on after the announcements had been made and a raspy laugh rang out through the arena. "Eyyyy, how my jungle homies be? Let's make some noise up in this bitch ayy!?" At that, a sweet ass backing track started pumpin' through the arena, and Snoop started spittin' hella bars and was generally just having a hell of a time. From what it looked like, Snoop didn't even know he was in a fight right now.
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Post by Terra Alianovna Dryagin on Oct 3, 2015 13:58:09 GMT -5
We're in the same game Just different levels. Dealing with the same hell; just different devils.
This opponent was something else indeed not that it mattered much at all. Though his choice was rather an interesting one to come out with a mic and start rapping. The music blasting through the speakers in the arena caused Terra's eyes to turn up and roll, shaking her head at the obnoxious display. This wasn't something she took lightly considering the cage fights she usually ventured to were more harsher in nature compared to others. Cockiness she ran into often. So characters naturally but in this situation the clear disregard for it all was a tad new. Wasn't going to stop her.
So it was clear she was going to have to venture to the bar spitting Snoop who for some reason she thought was either naturally this obnoxious and oblivious or high on whatever. With the rain continuing to fall had to hand it to some to bring something electric into it. Could be a special underwater mic. Clicking her tongue she decided on moving through the forest terrain like a predator stalking her prey. Being barefooted aided more in her careful steps not to make too much noise, however truth be told the loud music blasting out would no doubt cover up most the any noise she would possibly make so she made her steps a bit quicker. It wouldn't take her long to get to where the loud mouth was.
"Дебил" (Moron)
Terra spoke in her Russian tongue under her breath as she had him in her sights now. What fool gives themselves away? She could second guess and consider it was a tactic but she was certain he was just a moron. She was hidden behind a tree to his left where some bushes added extra cover. Removing the sticks from her side she crept around a bit more to be behind him and out of sight entirely. His rapping should of course distract him from her as she placed the sticks on the ground removing the vine from her waist. As Terra steadily approached from behind all Solid Snake style she tightened both sides of the vines around each hand.
Once within range Terra would swiftly loop the vine over his head, making sure it hooked around his neck. Terra would quickly turn her body around so they were back to back which would twist and tightened the vine as she would attempt to pull if not yank him over her shoulder in a hard slam to the ground in front of her of course using her hips as added leverage. If she succeeded more than likely he would be landing on his back from the more hip like toss torque, the vine would still be around his neck and Terra would waist no time between the fluidity of the movements. Things didn't work like a snap a shot. Had it all still been in her favor she would've quickly dropped to her left knee while harshly pressing her right into the middle of his back all the while pulling tighter on that vine around his neck. Time to go night night. Well maybe.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Oct 5, 2015 19:53:24 GMT -5
Due to failure to post within 50 hours, Snoop Kushman is disqualified and Terra Alianovna Dryagin moves on to round to. With no fight having occurred, neither participant earns exp.
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