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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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Post by Hexx Ravier on Oct 7, 2015 20:58:27 GMT -5
Momentarily snapping out of his dank fueled daze, Hexx peered down from the air conditioning unit he was perched on and psotted the assembled desks and the teacher by the board. He rolled his shoulders back and gave a contemplative hum, taking a long drag off his pipe and scooting himself off of the unit and landing on the ground with a thud. Hexx snapped and pointed to the teacher, not bothering to ask who the hell they were. He took a seat at the woefully undersized desk in the back, squeezing into it as best he could and squinting at the question written on the board. The half naked student let out a small yawn, taking another hit off his pipe and blowing the smoke at the students in front of him. "Who the fuck wants to know when I got up? You? Why you bein' a creepy lil' shit? Eh, well...anyways my man, I rolled off the bench at 7:20. You got a problem with that?"
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Post by Lance Stryker on Oct 7, 2015 20:58:32 GMT -5
Lance could feel his body curse him for the sudden physical activity. Lungs and legs both burned too much. Quickly take your seats. Lance got half a second wind as he managed, somehow, to get to the desk with his name on it. This was being weird. He sat down. Looked at the white board. He noticed the odd absence of students. Few, but not the amount he'd expected for a test. Smoke was blown past him. It did not smell like tobacco. Lance knew better than to turn around and face the person smoking.
7.16. That's what his phone said. Right? That had been when he'd seen the clock at least. Maybe he should say 7.15? No. 7.16 was a safer bet. He dotted that down. Or was he to say it out loud. A girl did that. 7.30?
"7.16 sir."
What a peculiar question. What sort of test was this? Punctuality test? He had no idea what was going on. And why were they on the roof. Who had placed these desks up here. Something told him that this teacher was one of those utterly bonkers ones, whose authority he was not to challenge.
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Post by Lexington on Oct 7, 2015 21:00:02 GMT -5
Lexington slowly stands up and he looks around. There are several other students. Most of them he hasn't seen or met before with the exception of Zoe. Lexington walks over to this tall white guy who seems to be a tad bit taller than he is. As Lexington gets closer he smells a skunk, then it comes to him. Lexington steps closer to the guy, "I know you got that good on ya brotha. Mind if I get a hit or na?" If the funky tall guy let em get a hit. Lexington would take a hit, give the guy a courtesy fist bump and take a seat at the back of the.. uhh roof? If not, Lexington still would take a seat at the back of the class. "Uhhhhh I thought this was Black history class.. I came prepared for Black history! I don't know nothin bout Home Economics. That word doesn't even sound right in my vocabulary! Also I woke up at 7:15"
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Post by Duke Zabi on Oct 7, 2015 21:14:34 GMT -5
Hailey is compelled to close her right eye!
Lance feels all of the air leave his lungs and pain in his stomach.
Hexx's knuckles begin to bleed.
Dawn's right elbow hurts, a lot.
Lexington's left cheek becomes bruised and has a small cut.
Asiv responds to all the answers with a slight nod, moving to Hexx.
"Yes, share."
If Hexx was willing Asiv would take a hit. Before moving through the class back to the front, the question on the white board having changed.
"Did you talk to anyone who responded?"
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Post by Zoe on Oct 7, 2015 21:17:13 GMT -5
Zoe kept quiet as the saw this odd class carry on. The girl hadn't noticed the battery fall out of her pocket- because, well, Zoe carried a lot of batteries on her. She wouldn't answer any of the questions. Instead, she sat there towards the back and watch.
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Post by Hailey Morei on Oct 7, 2015 21:20:21 GMT -5
Hailey closed her right eye, unsure why. She ignored everyone else around her, brushing off the half naked student as someone she would never bother associating with if she could help it, and stared at the new question on the board. When did he write that? Did anyone respond? The bus driver certainly didn't seem to. In fact, she didn't try to talk to anyone today, but it did seem really odd. It felt like everyone wasn't really there, but Hailey attributed that to her usual lack of interest in everyone else. "No... who are you?" She blurted that last question out randomly, unable to hold back her curiosity. It was probably something she learned from her brother, to always speak her mind and gain answers. @tagged | THE DANGER IS I'M DANGEROUS AND I MIGHT JUST TEAR YOU APART |
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Post by Lance Stryker on Oct 7, 2015 21:26:18 GMT -5
Lance didn't know what hit him. Only that something or someone had just punched him in the stomach and winded him. Arms went to protect his stomach as he desperately gasped for air. Face laid down on the table. Eyes watered a little from the pain. The question. It had changed? Lance tried to keep back the tears. He didn't want to cry here in front of everyone. Not in the middle of a test. He didn't question the changed question - that sounded weird. He had been too preoccupied with the sudden pain in his stomach to take notice of anyone moving around.
Who had punched him? And why? He opened his mouth to speak. But no words came out. Still trying to force air back into his lungs. Luckily a girl, inadvertently, spoke for him. He raised a hand at pointed in her direction and nodded. Hoping whatever was going on understood he asked what she asked. Though a part of him wanted to run away rather than stay. It felt like the prudent thing to do. But he knew he couldn't even stand right now. Not enough air to do much, to be honest. He hated pain. Really loathed the concept. He understood the idea behind it, never really gotten behind the idea, though. It was foolish.
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Post by Hexx Ravier on Oct 7, 2015 21:26:09 GMT -5
Hexx gave Lex some skin as he approached even though he didn't know the guy, raising a finger at his request to signal for him to wait a moment. He gave little reaction to the spontaneous knuckle blood other than bringing them to his mouth and greedily lapping up the rapidly pooling, iron rich liquid. When the mystery teacher requested a hit, Hexx merely raised an eyebrow and passed off the mostly fresh piece to the guy. "Eh...know what? Go ahead and keep that, bro. I'll be right back." The clearly intoxicated student grinned broadly at Lex before getting up from his seat and dipping back behind the A/C unit for a moment before returning with a massive, six foot tall hookah with a multitude of hoses splaying every which way. In his other hand was a bag of heavily crystal ladedn kush that appeared more likely to be lawn trimmings than weed judging by the sheer volume of it. Sitting back down beside his newfound friend, he passed the bag off to Lex for him to inspect while he started loading up the impractically sized piece to the brim. "Don't you worry my man, we're in home territory here. Hexx ain't never short."
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Post by Lexington on Oct 7, 2015 21:34:08 GMT -5
Lexington's feet slowly rise up and begin to tap of the legs of the seat in front of him. Very annoying habit he had. Lexington passed the pipe to the teacher and sat there. He looked at the whiteboard and suddenly the question changed. "what the heck..." Lexington turned to look at the teacher, the look on the teen's eyes gave off a very confused gaze. Then the tall white guy came back with a huge hookah and several pounds of.. well dank. "Okay.. I'm in a dream. What is going on." Lexington took a hose and took a hit from the hookah. Within seconds a bruise appeared on Lex's cheek "Ow.. That didn't hurt but I felt that... What was I doing.." Lexington took another hit before looking at the teacher "Well.. come to think of it.. I talked to the cute chick by the classroom, but she was a bust. OH! I talked to this here generous homie to my right." Lexington pointed with his thumb to Hex. "He's been pretty cool, then there's you teach.. So.. whats with all the funny business."
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Post by Duke Zabi on Oct 7, 2015 21:54:12 GMT -5
Asiv looked about them as some seemed to realize, and other's got blazed. They were losing themselves to this. Asiv would answer Hailey's question.
"I am Mr. Asiv. The Home Economics teacher. You are in home economics right now."
Hailey's left foot would twist harshly, it was possibly dislocated.
Zoe's entire left hand would turn red and bruise quickly, as if it had been crushed by something huge.
Lance would feel his nose break and blood would sport from it.
Hexx's left arm would break at the fore arm.
Lexington would be lifted and thrown to the ground harshly. As if Macht himself had done it.
The whiteboard's next question.
"Have you eaten?"
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Post by Dawn on Oct 7, 2015 21:57:08 GMT -5
Christas head would hit the desk before suddenly jolting back up in her seat. "WHAT." Coughing she'd regain her cool composure, turning her head from side to side, "Uh... Roof, right." The hells going on with all these people? As Christas forehead would begin to hurt and bleed, she'd frantically look around. "Uhh... Whats going on?" Bringing the spare shirt she had in her pack up to her head. Looking down at her paper, she'd write "Yes, two donuts and a cup of coffee."
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Post by Duke Zabi on Oct 7, 2015 21:58:21 GMT -5
Christa's forehead would bruise and bleed.
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Post by Zoe on Oct 7, 2015 22:00:41 GMT -5
Zoe looked down at her hand, frowning as she winced at the pain. What was going on? She'd promptly stand and move to just... leave. Yep. Zoe's handwas bruising and turning red. If she could feel the pain, her face would turn pale. She'd promptly move to go down the stairs in silence.
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Post by Hailey Morei on Oct 7, 2015 22:03:49 GMT -5
Hailey's foot twisted painfully, and she winced, her face showing her pain. She looked up at the teacher as this happened. Something felt really off. Home economics? All of this weird crap and the teacher wasn't even reacting to it like a normal person would. The white board changed again. Shit was eerie. "No... I skipped breakfast today." Valo wouldn't be happy with her skipping meals, but it was a normal thing for her these days. She had no appetite, and hadn't for a long time. She only ate when she felt it was necessary. Right now, her concern was whatever was going on here. Her time within the black mist had honed her to face whatever came her way, but what was with all of these unseen attacks? Looking around frantically, she tried to see if she could find anything even stranger than the rest going on here. @tagged | THE DANGER IS I'M DANGEROUS AND I MIGHT JUST TEAR YOU APART |
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Post by Lexington on Oct 7, 2015 22:08:12 GMT -5
Immediately after having his question answered by the teacher, Lexington was picked up and slammed down onto the ground by some force. "OW, STOP BRUISING THE FRUIT" Lexington slowly stood up, because that slam actually hurt and lingered for a moment. The tall teen walked to the front of the class and with his pen he wrote on the board "No, I didn't eat" Then he circled his answer and with the pen he colored in the rest of the whiteboard with the exception of the question and answer. Then Lex walked to the back of the class and sat down, proceeding to take a hit of the hookah. "Question answered."
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