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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.
Full Story Here.
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Purgatory, Round 1 Cereza vs Allen
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Jan 28, 2015 18:37:20 GMT -5
Upon arriving to the club, all of the fighters for the evening would be lead inside and through the building. They would get to see the large ring, surrounded by the cage. Above it would be a huge, four sided display. That would allow any of those in the, rising row upon row of seat. Spot lights of varying shapes and sizes would hang from metal scaffold above, and surrounding the TV screens, which above that would have a glass walled room built into the roof.
The fighters would be taken away from the main area and down into separate dressing rooms in the back areas of the club. The rooms would have all manner of different clothes, a fighter could dream of wearing in the ring. From the extremely over the top, to the basic and simple. The fighters would be given ample time to change, and eventually in their rooms they would be able to hear, the background noise of people building up in the ring area. A few minutes later a voice would come out over speakers.
"Good evening, ladies, gentlemen and not so gentle men as well. I bring to you the first ever tournament of it kinds to grace these walls. Public High School #552, with it violence and bullies, has lent to us tonight it bests and fittest. There skill, there pain, and spilt blood upon the sheet will be our show tonight."
Some time would pass, as the first fight went by and then the doors to Cereza's and Allen's rooms would be opened. A suited man greeting them both and leading them to separate sides of the arena. Rock music would start to play, and Cereza would be pushed out.
"This lady needs no luck, she makes her own, and bring bad to the others. I give to you 'Jinx'." Mayhem introduced her by the name she had requested he give.
Cereza would be ushered to the ring and a gate would open to let her inside. Before new music would play, and much in the same way Allen would be pushed out.
"Winning today would be no hollow victory, but can this fighter break the bad luck bringer Jinx. We shall see, lets hear it for Allen Hollows"
"Let the Mayhem begin."
(OOC: Please put you Base stats of your character in your first post. These will be your stats for the contest.)
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 29, 2015 2:05:53 GMT -5
[OOC: For purposes on the fight card it read Jinx just like she's introduced. Not Cereza ^_^ Jinx is her infamous thief identity so it's ok if someone was to say they know of Jinx. The heels aren't that high they're actually lower.]
--- She had been waiting for this since Damien handed her the card, informing that he was opening Purgatory to a new crowd. Hell yeah she was excited. That itch, that tingle, that sensation coursing through her veins. But she decided to go undercover at this event, why? Cause she just could. Tonight Jinx was making her underground debut but that didn't mean she wasn't known in the streets. She was already in gear when she arrived, goggles over her eyes. Her hair was completely tucked in, she would remained virtually unknown. Damien's voice rang out over the loud speaker and with that all anyone would ever know is that Jinx supposedly attended 552. Or maybe it was a rouse and she was lying just to get in. It was a 50/50 scenario.
--- Jinx cracked her necked and zipped her suit up more just stopping a bit above her chest as she walked to the designated area to enter the ring. At his introduction she smirked thinking it was cute, but all the same he was the only one outside her uncle who now knew who Jinx was. Meanwhile Ecko was having blast helping to broadcast all of this. Once in the ring she heard the name of the next contender and the last name struck a chord.
~Must be related to the bio teacher. That's interesting.~
--- Not that it made much of a difference just something to note. In the ring she waited patiently scanning the cage and taking in it's diameter and so forth. Cage fighting had always been her thing. She had been part of that circuit for a long time so she knew how to utilize it to the best of her capabilities. She would blow a kiss to the crowd just to give them a little something, keep them going. Some clearly knew the infamous thief. All in all she just really wanted a shot at Damien. If she didn't win this tournament well maybe she'd finally challenge him out of it. Maybe for now, she just wanted this to start up in which she would actually allow her opponent to begin when the time was ready.
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Str: 11 Con: 11 Dex: 11 Wis: 10 Int: 10
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Post by Allen Hollows on Jan 29, 2015 6:28:43 GMT -5
Theme Allen's hand was under his shirt at the collar, running a finger over the shoulder blade and down next to his spine. He was staring at the ground the thread along his hand ran over the garrish scar there. He could still feel the blade pressed into his flesh. He could see the shimmering faces of his friends. He still had a small dot at the inside of his elbow and on his hand from the IV. People seemed to look at him in a new light but...he didn't feel any different. He didn't know why jumped in front of the knife. He didn't...think about it at the time. But it wasn't because of a selfless, heroic nature people painted to him. He just did it because it made sense. Because he knew that if he didn't take it someone else would and if someone he cared about died, what was the point of trying to fix anything? He stood, surprisingly having not changed into anything they provided. He wore a simple T-shirt and sweatpants, exactly what he came here in. His personal items were all stored away at home, nothing on him. No weapons. He wouldn't need to be pushed by anyone, or forced into anything. He walked ahead of them, in fact, hands wrapped in whatever requirement they needed, or just bare knuckled if they didn't ask for anything at all. He would walk out the door without slowing, walking up the steps with his eyes on his feet and rolling his shoulders. He looked around at all the bodies, eyes scanning over the faces as though trying to pick someone out. Maybe to...find the face of the one who hurt him. The one who threw the wretched blade. His eyes locked onto Jinx- whoever she happened to be. Her suit seemed...ill fitted for combat, but then again he was sure she had trained to move in the outfit. He would watch and wait to see if she spoke, if she said anything at all. If she didn't, neither would he. He didn't intend to make friends, or test anyone. He came to grow stronger. Taking a knife instead of being able to catch it out of the air was a problem for him. He....had to get stronger. He would give a simple nod and when it started, he would walk forward. His left hand would be up in a standard guard, palm open and facing toward the woman. His right hand would be lower, a little under his chin and clenched in a fist. Once within range and keeping his eye on her center line to detect a shift in her weight or perhaps a surprise kick, he would attempt a swift uppercut, assuming he got that close. Stats: STR: 13 DEX: 19 CON: 15 WIS: 14 INT: 10
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 31, 2015 2:30:54 GMT -5
--- Contrary to popular belief her attire was quite comfortable! Light leather and neoprene was a perfect combination. Stretchy too. Jinx's goals were fairly simple for this fight as they normally were. She watched him as he entered scanning over his form. She certainly had some height on the boy. No matter that wasn't going to alter a thing. Loosening herself she settled into a loose stance with her legs slightly bent at the knees. Her left leg was the leader with her right stationary behind. Her hands raised up with her left open palm not facing him and her right in a fist. The positioning's of her hands mirrored her legs a little, with the left hand forward not by much. She would let him make his approach without a single care. Before he was in the range he thought Jinx would've struck out with a none telegraphed straight right punch. There was nothing in her center that would cause any attention to alert him. There was no movement in her shoulder to give it away either. Normally fighters are naturally trained to watch for the shoulder rolls and so forth. They were trained to deliver flawed punches because they were taught to roll the shoulders or rotate the hips. This was something different. Something practiced by her often.
--- The reason of this coming unseen was the fact of the way the eyes perceived things. When moving on an equal plain depth perception is completely thrown off. Perceiving something moving forward is thrown out the window without something to detect that it has moved at all. It wasn't about speed and to think it was lacking power was a mistake. When going straight from anywhere it gave nothing away and used really no energy to do so. This was so true to her personality of giving away nothing. It was doubtful the blow didn't hit considering the concept behind it.
[OOC: Video Explaining the concept as I have and why.]
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Post by Allen Hollows on Jan 31, 2015 9:17:23 GMT -5
Allen, as he moved in, kept his eyes on that center line, waiting for an attack as he moved in. Being he was shorter than her, he assumed her punch would come down for his head. His reach, being shorter than hers, forced him in closer- until she snapped out a punch.
Now, while the concept of her straight punch was accurate, his own positioning was problematic. Allen, a center line fighter, learned how to monitor from his sister. His brother, on the other hand, fielded his eyeline to his peripherals, not to monitor for punches like Jinx because of any graphing, but to always be aware of your surroundings in case you were attacked from the side. Allen's hands weren't held in a boxing stance either- they were held in such away that allowed for simultaneous attack and defense. Left hand, palm facing toward her up in front of his face. Right hand clenched in a fist close to his chin.
So, though her punch was wonderful in concept, it lacked in one specific area previously defined by Jinx- in speed. As stated, it wasn't about speed, it was about not graphing herself. So her punch hit home, as she expected, shifting his face a little. Allen, though keeping his eyes on her center line, wouldn't be taken by surprise by it though. He could have reacted as she punched but he wanted her to attack. He didn't like her height, her reach or her stance. So he wanted control.
When she struck, his left hand, palm open, would strike as well. It would snap up, moving out along her arm as her fist came for his face. As her fist made contact, his hand would move to clamp on her forearm. He'd pull forward a little, as he expected her reflexive withdraw of her punch as most fighters snapped out a jab or punch and withdrew immediately following. At the same time he snapped his hand out to grab his left leg would jerk up and snap outward in a front kick for her right kneecap. With the grip on her arm he intended to keep her in place and, even if she saw what he was doing, his speed and power weren't to snuff at. His leg was like a blur even to him, so he intended to completely debilitate her leg and, therefore, her movement.
If, by some chance, she was able to shift her leg, the shift alone would put her off her center of balance, which Allen (obviously not knowing whether his leg was a blur to her or not) would hope for. So that, as she put herself off-kilter, he could jump backward with a harsh pull of her arm, intent to send her stumbling, ignoring the light pain in his cheek.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 2, 2015 0:55:20 GMT -5
--- The point of not telegraphing was whether you paid attention to the center line or the sides was no matter. The concept was simple in the terms of depth perception and when something is moving towards on an equal plain it was natural the eyes wouldn't exactly see it. The eyes would not perceive it as well as one would like. Even Jinx could've been caught with it and she was more than well used to using it. If you weren't trained to watch out for such blows well then.... Watching the center line was never going to assist. It might not have been about the speed, in concept, but it didn't mean she wasn't throwing it swiftly. She'd be foolish not to give some speed behind the blow. Who would throw it slowly anyways? It mattered not. She wasn't an amateur and highly adaptable and some people were just a bit predictable. She might've hit but she was fully aware how many took the hits to land others. Typical brawlers.
--- Clearly it was forgotten that her left hand was open and well waiting. Jinx didn't conform to a particular style of any kind and to even begin to think that one would know what she was going to do based off the typical fighter mantra was in for a rude awakening. Her fist should've essentially popped him square in the face sending his head back a little, but some how he managed to turn his face at some point so his cheek got it instead. Interesting that with such a hit that held power and from her power hand his face only managed to move a little from a clean hit. Tough cookie then. The afterwards is what threw her for a loop but not enough to distract her, just more of a why would one place themselves in that sort of positioning to begin with. His left arm grabbed her forearm ok. He must've thought she was planning on retracting her arm. No it was never her intention. She wasn't 'typical'. But he grabbed and tugged and attempted to kick out with his left leg at her right kneecap which was her back leg. Which in term was furthest away from him and already impossibly difficult with the distance between them from her range.
--- This meant he would have to significantly forfeit his balance by leaning back on his right leg to shoot out that front left. Leaning back would mean he had to pull her forward a bit since he had her hand and well Jinx had her footing and balance well in tact so she wasn't going anywhere. Considering she had no intention on retracting her arm her fist opened and it wouldn't be hard to slip her thumb under his chin and apply pressure placing him in a choke. So as he shot his left foot to predictably try to disable her and she could check that foot without a problem of sacrificing herself. Her right leg with swift ease would lift and come forward planting directly on his ankle and pushed, if not basically slammed, it down hard to the ground. Damage would've been inevitable for too much had been sacrificed. Especially practicality. More pressure would've been applied to his neck especially above the adam's apple because she would've had to come forward and be pushing him back while her foot on his ankle. But within a split second of that initial attack her weight would slightly shift to her left leg naturally as her right foot would stomp at his left kneecap now. As she would push him away immediately following.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Feb 2, 2015 13:06:56 GMT -5
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Allen would pause , releasing his grips and stumbling backward. He'd look her up and down before turning and walking over to the cage door. He'd ask the ref to open it and walk out without saying anything!
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I resign ^_^
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Feb 2, 2015 19:40:49 GMT -5
"Oh my what is this? aww a shame. It appears that one of our contestants is bowing out from the fight. Maybe the power and bloodlust of the school students I had heard was over stated. I had so wanted to see how this would go as well."
Mayhem would say as Allen broke the fight away and made to exit.
"Well I guess that means the kitty cat, Jinx is leaving on to the next round."
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Cereza - Move on to round 2 Allen - Knocked out due to resigning
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