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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 Macht Stärke on Oct 16, 2015 6:56:06 GMT -5
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Macht arrived shortly after many others, opting out of bringing his Apex or Equilibrium associates due to the likelihood that they'd all die. Entering shortly before his chili-slinging brother, Macht's eyes fell on Ira, and he was both relieved and utterly furious to see her here.
"Ira?" he called out just loud enough that she would be able to hear, before approaching her from behind. His right hand fell to her left shoulder, and he looked down to her. "What are you doing here? This place is gonna be a shit storm sooner or later." Not that Macht felt Ira couldn't defend herself, no. He just knew there was going to be some situation where he couldn't even stand up to what they faced, and based on the company here, that said a lot. He didn't want Ira in the middle of that. And while he couldn't tell her to leave, it made him... uneasy, to know she was here.
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"What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets. Fuck outta' here."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Oct 16, 2015 13:44:41 GMT -5
-- the indomitable baron ! A clouded state of mind tormented the tactical mindset of the drug connoisseur. The once renowned tactician now resorting to Hun-esque battle strategies—no survivors, only death and her lingering stench. The events centering around Olivia Cassadine left this stalwart teenager in a state less than stellar. His entire world threatened to crush down upon those herculean shoulders of his if he couldn't pull himself out of the dark abyss. Though his "distress" never interfered with business— and baby, this is business. Touching down upon a roof roughly 50 yards away from the Orichi base of operation. He fixated that hawk like perception of his on the exterior of the warehouse, visage stoic as ever. the drug baron wanted to draw blood—may it be his own or the blood of another. Anything to cease the gut wrenching pain bleeding his mummified heart dryer than the muscle already was. But he was here for another reason. Orichi and RIOT meant nothing to the Santana Company. To him, the two gangs were no more than flies attracted to his Equus ass. With the swat of a tail they'd disperse, but when the disturbance ended they'd be right back on his ass- riding on his coattails like the fucking cockroaches each gang proved themselves to be. Now was the time to make sure these flies never return. Using a more tactical method while the Heroes of 552 proved time and time again they have more brain than brawn. How stupid do you have to be to fall for an obvious ruse?Directly beside him resided the Lockeheart sisters. " Now we wait. We let the private Ryan's set off all the landmines before we press forward." |
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Post by Xiaoyu Lockeheart on Oct 16, 2015 16:51:20 GMT -5
Why did it seem like that every time she opened her eyes and was graced with another day of life, there was bullshit piling up at an alarming rate? She could never just wake up, eat breakfast, and tend to her blog. What blog you ask? kawaiiordie.tumblr.com, that's what blog. She had at least twenty thousand followers who expected to see a shit load of posts from Xiaoyu throughout the day. But she had been failing them. Why you ask? Because of bullshit like this! Always being roped into some Santana scheme or "meeting".
Complete and utter bullshit. But whatever, she just had to keep reminding herself that this was for the Lockehearts. The more she did for this ingrate, the more money she could snag for her precious family. A blessing disguised as dark skinned curse. But she would deal. It wasn't like she didn't get to knock a few head around in the process. So that was a plus. However, always arriving and not knowing what it was she had to do exactly was starting to test her tiny strand of patience.
Well actually, maybe it was better this way. The less she knew, the less she cared. And the less she cared, the easier it was to have some goon's head positioned underneath the soles of her shoes. Hehehe, god she hoped she'd get to fight today. And thank goodness Rose was coming along this time. Her sister, unlike herself, was much more social with those of the opposite sex. So it was rare for Rose to have been home at this hour. Maybe this was serious business then?
No matter. Kick first, ask questions later. It was time to choose her attire, and she immediately knew what she wanted to wear. "I have to get some pics up on the blog.." So, she wold dress up for it. Adorning a pleated red skirt with a large bow on the back, she slid her legs into a pair of black tights and put matching loafers on her feet. Next came her top. A simple seifuku top of matching white and red color that exposed her navel some. Perfect! "Alright Rose! Let's go!"
She called out to her sister after adding a few heart and ribbon clips to her hair and fleeing from her room. Upon meeting her sister, she snagged some candy and left the home
Eventually, the sisters met up with Santana and soon made their way to a stray rooftop. Xiaoyu, who had already lost interest, popped a lolipop into her mouth and folded her arms across her rather undeveloped chest.Turning to the dark skinned male as he spoke.
"Alright. And what exactly are we here for again, Santino?"
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Post by Rose Lockheart on Oct 16, 2015 19:48:56 GMT -5
'GIRL of Steel' "I guess," murmured Rose. She exited her house, making their way to meet up with "Sanchez", Rose would nickname him, and hurried off. They were meeting him sometime early at the school with the other students she barely cared for as a whole. Honestly, why should she and Xiayou even care what's happening? It's not like they were able to get anything dne with Santana over here. Besides, Rose didn't have any as to what was going on and had only been following Santana's orders. At this point, she could really careless the moment that they got closer and closer to that damn school. The outfit she adorned for tonight's wear was a simple, black shirt-dress that came to a halt mid-thigh level, sporting a brown belt around her stomach with a heart-shaped buckle. Lastly, for her footwear, she wore a pair of thigh-high dark-laced socks that were overlapped by a pair of dark colored three-inch heeled ankle boots. As for her hairstyle it would be placed into a messy ponytail where she would then tie a folded black bandana around her head with a bang overlapping her right eye. Hey, who says a girl can't kick ass in style? Black was a girl's best friend, an worst nightmare. There they met up with Santana afterwards. Following his lead without any question. Rose would release a light yawn from the gaping hole of her mouth, a tear slightly traveling down her left eye as she exhibited her boredom without uttering a word. Tonight was not the night to be fucked with. |
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Post by Hexx Ravier on Oct 18, 2015 5:45:43 GMT -5
Hexx had always enjoyed mobs. They were just a hell of a lot of fun to be a part of, plain and simple, so it came as no surprise when he eagerly joined the approaching force from #552 as they passed by the bus station bench he so fondly called home. Noting how well armed they were and gauging their collectively violent mood, he was more than convinced that there was a great time just waiting to be had. Being sure to grab the emergency sledgehammer he had stashed under the bench for such wondrous occasions as this, Hexx set off at a brisk jog to meet his fellow students.
A few minutes before the group arrived at the Orochi warehouse, Hexx looked over the assembled crowd and let out a small, gravelly chuckle. "Heh...ya know, this is startin' to look like some West Side Story shit, am I right? Probably shouldn't start snapping, though." A sharp-toothed grin cracked across the giant's face as they walked, his mood seeming uncomfortably light given the circumstances. Hexx actually had no idea who or what they were going to face at first, but he was gradually able to surmise that information from the hushed conversations of his peers. Whoever this snake fucker was, he sounded like he was at least going to give them a decent challenge.
And then, they were there before their apparent goal. Hexx eyed the warehouse and let out a small whistle, shaking his head as he took in its rather foreboding presence. Though his attitude had been entirely jester-like so far, the senior's entire demeanor did a complete 180 the moment he crossed the threshold into the lair of the enemy. He was no longer swinging his hammer idly behind him; it was now held across his torso in a white knuckled grip. Hexx's silver eyes were opened wide and frantically scanning the hall for any sign of movement, and his breathing had become deep and slow. Topping off his maniacal persona with an occasional twitch of his head at each individual sound, this was completely different Hexx, and it was obvious he hadn't come here to play games.
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Post by Dawn on Oct 18, 2015 12:07:39 GMT -5
Christa would approach the building with the rest of the assault team, glancing up at the large base. Oh lord, I cant believe that i'm actually going through with this. Moving up and into the building Christa would glance down the large dark hallway. "Ah hell, I cant believe that i'm actually going through with it." Moving alongside Valo she'd sigh, " We need to stick together alright?"
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Post by The Serpent on Oct 19, 2015 3:08:51 GMT -5
[OoC: Lock your stats in this round, and copy/paste into your post in every following round.] Zoe would find, as she struck the wall, part of it would indeed break. However, the hole she created showed only more concrete behind it! The walls were thick and strong, to insure no one like the RIOT elite could bulldoze through them. At least, not in this hallway. As the lot began to enter the warehouse, the statues on the walls would begin to fall to the floor. As they landed, the figures would let out cries of pain, to reveal they were simply women covered in paint. Many were bleeding from their wrists and ankles, many were not, though it would be difficult to tell. The two statues at the very entrance, upon falling, would set things in motion. One of the two, Ayumi, would place her hands in the ground and rip out two chunks from it. Wordlessly, she charged at those in the back of the group, striking out at Alex and Aldritch! AYUMI Str: 50 Dex: 35 Con: 80 Wis: 40 Int: 75 Qi Used: Enviro-meld: T3 The user can meld with the environment only partially, and use it as a weapon. Can rip parts of the ground, be it dirt, cement, mud, etc., dependent on whether or not their Int is high enough. Treats Int as Str. 1/5 The second of the two, Keiko, would lock up the warehouse doors, insuring no one else could go in or out. (This forces Juelz, Rose, and Xiaoyu to find another way in.) After this, she runs to back up Ayumi, pushing past her targets and launching herself into the fray! She aims a dropkick for Leon's head! KEIKO Str: 60 Dex: 60 Con: 60 Wis: 60 Int: 60 Qi: ? Up at the front, two women stand to their feet! One forms a blade of blood from her right wrist, and the other just begins cracking her knuckles. They approach the front of the group! UNKNOWN Amidst the main group, the rest of the fallen women get to their feet, and lash out at everyone in the hall wildly! However, their low strength is obvious! Snakes: 10 in all stats 20 in total
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Oct 19, 2015 3:16:04 GMT -5
(OOC: STR: 40*(80) | DEX: 40*(69) | CON: 40*(60) | WIS: 40*(58) | INT: 40*(80))
"Yeah, of course. I'm going to make sure you're safe, whatever it takes." Valo would say in response to Christa. Orochi was dangerous, more dangerous than anything he had ever faced before... if he had it his way, Christa would be at home, safe. But then, he wished he could just be there with her and away from all of this.
He stopped in his tracks when the 'statues' of the women began to drop, gripping his bo staff tightly. "Of course...it's never that simple." He grit his teeth. Valo would extend his staff, and if any of the crazed statue women approached him or Christa, he would swing it around and smash the metal rod into them with his full force. It wasn't a day to be holding back.
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I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction. I'm right where I should be. Don't try and fix me..
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Post by "Knuckles" on Oct 19, 2015 9:00:08 GMT -5
"Statues! They're moving!"Knuckles shouted out, to try and ensure the rest of the group would notice if they hadn't already. He knew it. They had set a trap and now it was sprung. Austin would slam his fists together, Knuckles first as he stepped away and toward the fray. The Apex Warrior would react quickly, ducking low and snspping his hands for the closest statue's ankles. At which point he would ram his shoulder forward and slam it into the same statue, before hoisting it up and then aiming to yank it downward and crash the back of it's head into the hallway floor. With luck there would be enough force behind the blood to make his attacker go limp, at which point Knuckles would begin running and carefully targeting. He would swing the statue woman like a weapon, aiming to hit and destroy as many as he possibly could in then process. Clearly them as quickly as possible would only help their chances as a group. [STR - 35(86)|DEX - 32(39)|CON - 35(68)|WIS - 20|INT - 30]
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Post by Vivi Perish on Oct 19, 2015 20:12:30 GMT -5
It's not worth it, It's not workin' You wanted it to be picture perfect
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Yup. A trap. Vivi felt her heart leap into her throat when the women began to fall, and she heard their cries of pain. It was fuck'n terrifying, the kind of screwed up thing you saw in movies. The violet haired teen bent her knees and narrowed her eyes, preparing to both dish out and receive pain. A few of the wildly thrashing women came near her, and Vivi drew her bokken attempting to swing it into their knees and shatter them. After striking at several of the women’s knees, she’d attempt to plow forward toward the front of the group with a hardened look on her face. The women who came from her sides would get another heavy hit for their knees, and a woman who suddenly came at her from the front would find Vivi jamming her weapon into the indent between their collar bones to crush their throat and mess up their respiratory system before pressing onward.
*Str:40(59) *Dex:40(85) *Con:40(61) *Wis:40(63) *Int:40(55)
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Oct 19, 2015 21:00:53 GMT -5
Siobhan readjusted her bag, feeling anxiety towards declining punctuation start mists of sweat on her brow. Maybe that was the stress of the impending situation. Either way, she was later than the original time planned for the invasion. That she wasn't supposed to know about. But that didn't matter. The point was, Siobhan had planned ahead for the invasion. Most people expected weapons, brawls, some cool hand-to-hand combat or brute strength. Siobhan wasn't stupid, she knew her limits. Walking into some gang base was, unfortunately, outside of her capabilities. Even so, she wasn't incompetent yet. It had taken some brain storming and weird requests, but the girl had pulled it off. She approached the door that was surrounded by some people that, at first glance, didn't appear to be hostile. Either way, Siobhan didn't have time for chitchat. She was running behind.
"Hey guys, PHS #552 allies? Me too. Step aside, I have to get in."
Siobhan stepped past them quickly, hauling the bag down and unzipping the side compartment. Slipping on the gloves swiftly, she pulled out a metal canister. Conveniently swiped from places she'd rather not reflect on, Siobhan knew she had enough to at least cover the hinges and handles. Within the bag was a hammer, her final piece in breaking through the first obstacle. Stepping forward, Siobhan watched her feet carefully, drizzling the icy liquid along the hinges, watching it instantly freeze and turn brittle. Stepping back, she capped the lid and grabbed the hammer. Gripping it tightly, the heiress swung it forward sharply, hearing the metal ring and crack in response. Hopefully, if the doors shattered along the edges, there would only be left for her to kick them in.
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Strength: 10[12] ~ Dexterity: 20 ~ Constitution: 11[16] ~ Wisdom: 11 ~ Intelligence: 20
Siobhan's Survival Bag For Brawling Idiots In the Void: Liquid Nitrogen in metal canister, holding 2 liter, Sodium shavings, water bottle, leather gloves, hydrochloric acid in metal canister holding 2 liter, hydrofluoric acid in metal canister holding 1 liter, four rolls of gauze wrap, lock pick set, box cutter, lighter, flat metal stick, antibacterial wipes, first aid kit, and a scarf
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Oct 20, 2015 2:19:19 GMT -5
-- the indomitable baron ! He paid little to no mind to the mispronunciation of his moniker as the acrobatic assassin inquired her question— at the end of the day both sisters knew who daddy was, 'Tis all that matters. Dressed in all black, the drug baron rocked an opened leather jacket with a dress-vest and dress-shirt underneath. Black slacks and dress-shoes complimented the mafioso colors flawlessly. " To end this little tug o' war of fuckery once and for all." Fingerless leather gloves gripped tightly around the strap of a black backpack which hung freely, practically scraping the lone roof the trio stood upon. " I want you two to keep the sheep occupied." He explained with very little words though the message should have been loud and clear to the sibling assassins. Overlooking the happens outside the warehouse, the oddly placed statues sprung into action—screaming loud enough for Juelz to even hear them loud and clear. With the main attack force falling deep into the ruse, the main entrance shut tightly as the "sirens" took it upon themselves to ensure no others had the luxury of joining the main strike team. " That's almost unfortunate..." Juelz muttered with cocked brows as he continued to just wait, watch, and most importantly, listen— that mysterious backpack still tight in his gloved clutches. |
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Oct 20, 2015 5:49:42 GMT -5
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"Well, aint this creepy. Reminds me of a horror movie. So cool." Al looked back just as Leon said, probably a good idea in case someone does a surprise attack on their backs, but that was probably a bad timing when he turned. As he looked back at the front, there came a woman with some chunks of the damn floor in her hands. There were no time to evade, Al managed to raise his arms before the strike, but it was just too much that not even a well placed block would stop it
"Kchaa!" Al was hit on the stomach, even with his arms guarding it, he felt the blow through it. Al was sent flying backwards for a feet, making him tumble and slide. He groaned in pain, holding tight on his stomach as he violently stomped his foot on the ground. "Yhh...Youhh... Bh... Bhithch!" Al shouted with a pained voice as he coughed and wheezed, spitting out some saliva and maybe even a bit of blood on the mix. Al struggle to stand up, raising his arms back up. Looking at his arms, there sure is a bone or two broken there, but it doesn't matter, he'll need to retaliate
Al reached through his pockets and grabbed a stick of cigar and lit it as fast as he can as walked a bit to the back to take some distance from the woman. Biting his cigar, he looked at the other person that bitch had hit, Alex. "Yo, let's jump on this hoe."
Al ran towards her, though his aching stomach and arms might hinder his performance, he still went full force. He'd attempt to swing a haymaker at the woman who attacked him with his left arm aimed straight at her face. Hopefully, she's not a tough nut to crack. It might be a very dangerous move that he tried to perform, but what is there to even loose? Well... His own life perhaps...
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Consumable: Asiv's Cigarette's: (Permanent Consumable): +8 Con while smoking. 1 Cigarette lasts 6 posts. One cig per thread
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 20, 2015 5:51:35 GMT -5
Ira wasn't please.
Not please was that gleeful emotion that skipped about on the tip of your tongue, down your gullet, wrecking havoc in your gut.
"People are attacking from the ceiling!" She shouted to Macht's face, desperately jumping to close the height difference, while trying to make her arms do the wave--good things will happen to her.
Her hand knocked abrasively into something, as she turned around and stared at whoever she slammed into with horror. Ensuring that her arms were still doing the wave, the back of her hand unintentionally smacked Ayumi across the face.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's just that good things-- Good things are supposed to come--"
Her hand was now mildly bruised, as Ira yelled and resumed waving them about, determined to be on the receiving end of those good things, regardless of what anyone would ever say.
Smacking someone else, the small girl turned around in horror to see the back of her hand landing on Aldritch's face, as she backpedaled into Macht.
"They said it will be good things!" She howled.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Oct 20, 2015 15:30:15 GMT -5
Allen would rush forward, aiming to jump and plant his foot in the hole Zoe had made and push upward, aiming to leap over everyone in the battle including the two snake ladies and those who had fallen from the ceiling. He would sprint for the door and attempt to shoulder-check that fuckin' thing off it's hinges and send it flipping into the room....assuming there wasn't concrete on the other side of the door too. If it worked, he would look around, cracking his neck.
"Luuuuucy I'm hoooooome!"
He would grin, waiting to whip out his bitch sticks as needed.
Stats: STR: 75 DEX: 70 CON: 40 WIS: 30 INT: 37
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