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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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Home Economics (Closed/Invites)
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 12, 2015 14:02:28 GMT -5
1. Lexington
2. Lance
3. Jason
4. Olivia
5. Cain
The Home Economics room was freshly opened after a slight mistake with a mix up of some unfinished Banana experiments and the assignment of making a banana oriented dish. However after repairs the room consisted of six ovens and cooking stations along with a walk in fridge with most everything they needed in the back of the class. At the head of the class was Asiv's half moon shaped desk.
Today however as they came in they would find two groups of bags. Each group of bags had numbers to them. The first group was smaller consisting of numbers one through twelve. The other was bigger consisting of one through thirty one. Once all the students came in Asiv would light up his cigarette and take a drag before speaking to let out the smoke.
"One by one, I want you all to come up here, take a pot, and get a scoop of soil for your pot. Pick a single seed from each group of bags. stating what bag number you took each seed from so I can write it down. Return to your cooking station and plant the seeds close together. We will grow our own fruit to use in our next class."
Asiv explained to kick everything off.
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Post by Lexington on Oct 12, 2015 14:25:45 GMT -5
Lexington walked into the classroom, he's wearing a straw hat with black overalls and a white undershirt, the bottom of the overalls were tucked into his steel toe boots. The student walked up to Asiv's desk and looked at Asiv. He squinted his eyes and stroked his beard. "I'm watching you Asiv.." Lexington picked up a pot and stuck his hand into the soil. He felt the soil for a moment, really let his fingers settle in before he grabbed a handful and slapped it into his pot. He walked over to the smaller group and grabbed a seed from bag number one. "Numero uno, come on mini watermelon!!" Lexington didn't look at the seed, instead he immediately planted it then he moved over to the larger group and picked a seed once again from the first bag "Numero uno again! C'mon banana!" After planting the second seed, Lexington took a seat towards the window side of the class to get the most sun hopefully.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2015 14:39:42 GMT -5
Cain walked into the classroom nervously, his face filled with tears. He wasn't crying about anything in particular, or anything really. it was just something that he did constantly. His sister described him as a constant state of tears, but he didn't mind it all that much. Sometimes crying could help.
Walking inside the room he took a short look around the place, marveling at all the kitchen ware and the walk in fridge. He moved out of the way and waited for everyone else to come in, looking pretty nervous and awkward. Listening to the instructions carefully he went over to get his plants. Getting a pot and a handful of dirt, Cain paused to look over to the plant. Going over to group one, he chose the seventh bag of plant.
"Number seven" he sniffled before going to the second group and getting another seed
"Number 24" he said again, a little louder. He moved down to a desk near the middle and planted his seeds, wondering if he could use his tears as a source of water.
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Post by Lance Stryker on Oct 12, 2015 14:43:40 GMT -5
Lance had a weird feeling showing up for this class. He tried not to look at the teacher as he found a place to be seated. Waiting for the teacher to instruct the class in how to proceed. Soil and seeds. On the surface nothing seemed wrong with this picture. But that was also what he had thought last time. Then he had woken up to an utterly devastated classroom. There had been a slight rush at the idea of him being a part of such destruction. For a brief moment at least, until he realized that he had injured other students.
Lance was wearing the school uniform. Far too timid to do anything other than follow school protocol. He went up behind the student who had also been there last time. He had seemed to take the effect much better than Lance. The timid nerd grabbed a pot, scooped some soil into it and then spent a second to look at the different seeds. He was no expert in seeds, so there was really no point to looking at them.
There was a bag labeled nr 4, the seeds there intrigued him. "Nr 4, sir." He dropped it into his soil and put a finger on it to push it further in. He looked at the larger bags. So many choices. "Uhhh, nr 20, sir." Lance picked up a seed from the twentieth bag and dropped it into the soil as well, before returning to his seat in the back of the class. Avoiding eye contact with everyone.
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Post by Olivia on Oct 12, 2015 15:19:34 GMT -5
a recipe has no soul you
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* Home Ec. There was a small little fire beaming inside of the young red haired beauty. Besides music, cooking was a huge passion of Olivia's. It was just something about it that drew her in. That and she was actually extremely good at it. Olivia would stroll into the classroom with a small pep in her step to something she wasn't exactly expecting as far as the instructions. But for a moment she zoned out glancing at the ovens and the walk in fridge. A chef's dream well partially anyways. Cerulean blue hues glanced back at the teacher and the pots. Her head tilted a little as planting was not something she figured would be the case here. But then again she realized slowly this school wasn't anything it claimed to be. Give the girl a break she hadn't been there long but heard enough.
* No lie immediately she drew suspicions because seeds didn't just grow quickly like that. Then there were the mystery bags and such. What was the soil made out of? What were these seeds? With a soft 'hm' she eyed the teacher and grabbed the pot of soil. Good thing she was dressed in a simple red tank, black loose jeans and sneakers if you know anything was to go wrong and she had to be a sudden track star. Walking along she grabbed her two seeds and proceeded to sit near the window as well. Tilting her head again she placed the sides in the pot a little separated from each other, covering them in a blanket of dirt. She turned to her left to the guy that also choose the window side probably for the same reason she did, the sun.
"Not suspicious at all right? If a blood thirsty plant sprouts from this I know who I'm feeding him first."
* Olivia graced him with a smile and chuckle before looking back at the teacher and speaking to him giving her numbers while asking a question in the process.
"12 and 31.. Water?"
* Omega and Omega. Dare to be a rebel.
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Post by Jason Wynn on Oct 12, 2015 15:34:30 GMT -5
 Jason strolled in just as the teacher was giving instructions. Setting his bag down toward the middle of the room, he walked up and took the equipment needed, giving an apologetic smile and a little nod at the teacher for having been late.
"Sorry for my Tardiness. Seven and Thirty."
He would turn around and take his seat, glancing around the class at the others but trying not to make eye contact.
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Mood: Subdued
Physical Status: Healthy and undamaged
Music: -None, I'm in class fool!
"I'm here to learn."
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 12, 2015 17:14:49 GMT -5
Asiv smiled at Lexington's words about being watched, and returned any glances he got from the students as they did what they wanted. Picking seeds and the like the smoking man would move in his navy blue suit to the white board and write each person's name along with the numbers they chose.
Lexington: 1, 1 "As interesting as ever."
Cain: 7, 24 "Tears are too salty."
Lance: 4, 20 "Sir?"
Olivia: 12, 31 "Yes, water."
Jason: 7, 30 "Late... Barely."
Asiv would speak as he wrote the names each phrase with the name trying to figure them out as much as they were likely trying to figure him out. He gave Jason a shrug at him being late, at least he showed, which was more effort than most put in.
"We will water them in a little while. Let the seeds get used to their new homes. They only just separated from their brothers and sisters."
The man took a drag from his cigarette and moved back to his chair to sit and spin in it. One full rotation. One might even see a bit of joy in his eyes, before he looked back at the students.
"Today however we are going to bake. Any suggestions on what everyone wants to eat?"
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Post by Lexington on Oct 12, 2015 18:14:01 GMT -5
Lexington watched as the other students entered the room, When the red headed girl sat down near him, he peeked over at her. She turned coincidentally as if it were in response, she spoke about sacrificing someone to the possible man eating plants that crazy Asiv could've cultured. She probably meant Lex. "Yeah you never know what Asiv has planned, he's a funky kinda guy with a funky swag I guess you could say." Lexington responded as he leaned back into his chair, watching Asiv finish writing on the board, Asiv turned to begin talking and Lexington began to take into consideration all the goodies he could make. "Mmmm I think we should bake something chocolatey like a triple layered chocolate cake or fudge brownies. Original, but simple I would say.."
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Post by Lance Stryker on Oct 12, 2015 18:55:41 GMT -5
Lance snickered a little at what the teacher had written. Unbeknownst to even Lance when he had randomly chosen his seeds, that that was what was gonna be written. Then again, last class with Asiv, that tall kid (man?) had been smoking through the entire class. Or had that been part of the hallucination as well? Lance did not know, nor did he know what he wanted to bake. He was a little indifferent to be honest, but a triple layered cake didn't sound all that bad.
Generally something to eat sounded good to Lance. He always felt a low intensity of hunger since he had come to New York. The lack of an oven and the facilities to make hot food had produced that result. His attention wavered from the white board and to the back of the redhead that was talking to the black man from Asiv's other class. Though Lance's eyes was on her rear for a few seconds~ before his attention, naturally, returned to the white board. Food was on the agenda. He needed food. The other two students, one seemed as harmless as himself. The other was a lot taller than Lance, not a good sign.
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Post by Olivia on Oct 12, 2015 19:28:13 GMT -5
a recipe has no soul you
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* She watched as this character began jotting things done, you know as teachers and therapist tended to do. Get you in class or on their couch ask stuff, write stuff while you sit there pondering what they're either writing or truly thinking. All the while they might be pondering what you're pondering or maybe something else entirely. Whatever the case she really paid very little mind minus looking at the names on the board and coinciding them with those who spoke their numbers from before. She would peek around the room taking in the faces going as far as glancing over her shoulder at Lance. She didn't really catch where his eyes had been but might've caught his eyes raising back up which she offered a smile switching her attention back to Lexington. No he was not the target of the possible man eating plant she had another in mind.
"Heh oh yeah? Makes things interesting."
* Asiv was his name huh? Yeah Olivia didn't look at the teacher name on her schedule all she zoned in was Home Ec. Baking? Someone said the magic word! See now they were getting somewhere but then again she couldn't help feeling indifferent just a bit. Planting random seeds, growing fruit and suddenly topic switch to baking. Funky dude indeed, but she found his little twirl of joy rather amusing. He seemed like a jolly guy or could be but someone to watch for. Well that's what Lexington said anyways, her own thoughts were surrounded by the oddities. Lexington's suggestions were pretty solid Olivia had no real objection but she'd throw out a added choice anyways.
"Sounds solid.. Or we can make something savory and sweet. Either way I'm down."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2015 20:41:08 GMT -5
Cain listened to the teacher, and smiled, just a tad embarrassed of the comment, but payed it no mind for now. It was only the first few moments of class, and Cain was pretty optimistic about it. Looking around he smiled at everyone, and even though tears were dripping down from his face at a steady pace, his face clearly showed his excitement about this class.
At the mention of desserts and baking, Cain perked up even more. Hearing the suggestions caused all the imagination Cain had left in him go off the charts, leading to a short five second blackout imagining all the baked goodies
"I-I don't c-care what we make, I-I'm fine with anything! As long as th-there's some for everyone, I-I'm fine!" He said enthusiastically, wiping away some tears.
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Post by Jason Wynn on Oct 24, 2015 20:20:11 GMT -5
Jason gently pushed a finger into the soil he fed into the pot, pushing it around from his desk near the back of the class. He really only wanted this class for the extra credit and putting in a ton of work taking care of a plant seemed not only extremely boring but he knew it was something he just wouldn't be good at. He looked up at the teacher spoke about baking, and would give a curious frown. He raised his hand.
"Uh...why give us pots and soil if we're just going to bake? Unless you plan to...grade us on taking care of the seeds."
He would slowly put his hand down as he basically answered his own question. His face would turn red and he cleared his throat, trying to avoid looking at everyone else who was staring at him. Fucking stupid question....he shook his head in defeat.
"Ah...N-never mind."
He let his forehead gently hit his desk before letting out a deep breath, the critical self-destruction he internalized demonstrating themselves externally only by his lightly tinted cheeks and rather sagging posture. He sat back up and scratched his head, deciding not to give an answer to the baking question.
He opened his mouth once this class in what was a very stupid move.
Best to just....stay silent for now.
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Mood: Embarrassed
Physical Status: Healthy and undamaged
Music: None
"Sometimes.....life just doesn't make sense, y'know?"
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 25, 2015 13:28:21 GMT -5
((OoC: Sorry for the wait. If you wish to continue please post.))
Asiv would spin in his chair once more waiting for people to decide, however to him it would seem most were fine with Lex's suggestion. Which was also fine.
"WELL THEN!"
Asiv would stop his spinning chair and kick off the ground to slide around to his actual teaching desk in the corner of the room, half falling off the chair leaning down to a drawer he threw papers out, until a book was found. Pushing up and letting his chair slide back as he read and flipped some pages.
"Yes, yes. Tripple layered fudge volcano brownie cake."
Asiv would announce slaming the book down on the crescent moon shaped table from before.
"I want you all to split up into teams of two. The fifth person will work with me in making the fudge for the volcano. Each team will make a layer and a half. The half will be used to inject the fudge."
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Post by Lexington on Oct 25, 2015 15:20:15 GMT -5
Lexington watched as Asiv went through his drawer "Mmmm can't wait to get my hands on that cake" Immediately the man began to fantasize about the layers upon layers of delicious chocolate. When Asiv slammed his book onto his desk it snapped Lexington out of his daze. He frowned since there was no cake yet, he was being rather impatient, but he managed to keep it together. The words "Split into teams of two" pierced the air easily and rang like an uplifting tune to the young farmer. He turned and shot his right arm out to Olivia's desk and dragged her desk closer toward his. "I pick you dawg" After asserting his dominance over the female he listened to the rest of what Asiv had to say, when he finished, Lexington began to snicker. "Heh, inject the fudge.."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2015 17:18:31 GMT -5
Cain smiled when everyone came to agreement, and no conflict seemed to arise. Tears were still trailing down his face, but that didn't mean he wasn't happy. In fact, he was quite looking forward to some cake. He couldn't wait to tell Abel about baking cake, and reminded himself to get her a slice. At the teams of two call, Cain looked around for a possible partner. The girl and the tall man already partnered up, or the tall man claimed her. Seeing the other two, Cain made his way over to the boy closest to him, lance? Lance. "Um...do you....do you want to be partners...?" He asked nervously Tags: Lance Stryker |
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