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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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Will people ever learn (Ira)
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Post by Steven Rosett on Oct 22, 2015 17:06:14 GMT -5
The announcement Steven had made the other day, had not gone as well as it could have. It wasn't like it was a terrible but he had just been hoping for that much more. However it must have had slight impact on the school. As during lunch as Steven was crossing the school courtyard, he spotted a fight taking place, where 2 people were ganging up on a third. Angry Steven would head over, but one of the guys would see and drag the other away. No doubt they had been present when Steven had revealed that he had 'beaten' all of the pillars. I little twisting of the truth but in the end he had in a way.
Steven would shrugged to himself, he wasn't going to track down and punish those who had been assaulting the other. Instead Steven would pull someone he knew out of the crowd of lunch time and ask them to make sure the guy went to the infirmary to get a check up, even though he didn't seem to badly hurt. Steven however did, put the two thugs face to memory, except they were already there. A pair that had butted head with Steven before, they were the sort that just wouldn't learn broken or not.
Sighing Steven stretched and turned on the spot standing at the centre of the courtyard, before heading off to relax at the far side of the school field if unstopped.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 22, 2015 17:21:35 GMT -5
Ira was reticent, even among the boisterous chatter of those in the cafeteria. She didn't dislike their jocular attitude, she merely did not know how to contribute to it, and as such, she struggled to fully dissect her own thoughts. Trying to damper her mind, her gray eyes flitted about swiftly, and finally landed on a suspiciously shade of red hai-
No, this one wasn't-
He has a pony tail. His strands of hair was tucked neatly away, and even as a few of them was ruffled by the wind, he was unmistakeably Steven. She bit her lip harshly. Even for someone that rarely listened in to rumors, his flew quickly, and landed triumphantly on her face before she could even deduce any possibilities. Walking up to him, she gently placed a perfunctory smile on her face, and was careful to approach the red-hair man slowly.
"Hello, I'm Ira." She said, as conversationally as possible. "I heard you are the leader of like-minded, and if you don't mind," her tone darkened randomly, as a genuine smile took over her face. Her eyes widened to form an innocent veneer, but her tone betrayed her; her intentions, her thoughts, her emotions.
"Let's fight." She dimpled.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Oct 22, 2015 17:41:30 GMT -5
Steven turned and looked at the girl who had seemingly randomly come up to him, and introduced herself and asked to fight from no where. Eyeing her over with a raised eyebrow. She was quite a bit shorter then Steven and not very big, so Steven would simply assume that she was a younger student trying to make a name for themselves, at least he did until he saw the small lightning gang pin. Steven smirked well this was interesting.
"Yes I'm Rosett, one of the leaders of the like-minded." Steven would confirm, however there wasn't much need, who else went walking around with a shirt with blue flames, and brown jacket and hair to make gods jealous. Okay strike out that last one, but yeah he didn't really blend in with others.
"Did Leon put you up to this? Look if LG want to challenge me they can get in line, and I'll take on Leon myself." Steven said, not really expecting a random member of his old gang to come up and challenge him to a fight for no reason. Well maybe Allen would, and the big man himself, but he wasn't even sure if some of the newer members even knew Steven was part of that group at one time.
"Plus I wouldn't want to hurt you." Steven would say, it was wrong to judge a book by it's cover he knew, but Steven didn't really see a physical build in the girl, that if he fought he could risk fighting full out and not hurt her. She was tiny after all.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 29, 2015 20:15:59 GMT -5
Ira's face flushed in humiliation, as Steven raised his eyebrows. He had commented on his refusal to fight, crediting it down to her gang loyalty. Peeking down at her LG pin, Ira's face fell. She ran forward childishly and held on insistently to Steven's left hand. She wasn't about to let go, until he had accepted her challenge, and even then, she might not let go. Annoyance was entirely called for.
"LG does not control my actions." She frowned. She found distaste in that idea.
"And maybe I want to challenge you because you are good-looking." She stumbled over her words slightly, due to her slight accent, and her hands tightened over his, portraying her utter refusal to release it until he had accepted her challenge.
Flattery gets you everywhere, she decided.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Oct 29, 2015 20:58:53 GMT -5
Steven chuckled lightly as she came and grabbed his hand and started to flirt in order to get him to accept. "If I'm so good looking, I would think you wouldn't want to mess up my pretty face, but fine I'll except. But at first blood or break I stop, I'm not hurting someone because they take a spar too seriously." Steven told her his terms, as he took his right hand, and took her wrist to press into a pressure point to pull his hand free if she did not let go when he had. He would then hop back a few feet.
"Go on then, I would prefer if this was quick, I have stuff to do."
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STATLOCK: Str-35 (46) / Dex-35 (59) / Con- 35 (58) / Wis-35* (52) / Int-40* (61)
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 30, 2015 2:17:19 GMT -5
Ira smiled widely, her face lighting up quickly. He became manlier in her perspective. Her eyes met his, and with a jolt of fear running through her, she beamed again, throwing facades over her nervousness.
Backing away even more, her the tip of her right foot dug against the ground, and her muscles tensed involuntarily. She bent down, and picked up a pebble, before tossing it at his shin.
"Come at me, Steven." She said softly, still tripping over the pronunciation of his name.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Oct 30, 2015 2:29:38 GMT -5
Steven was curious when Ira backed off further away, she had brought this fight and seemed to backing away already. "Odd." Steven muttered to himself, when she bent down. This wasn't a life or death situation so Steven saw no need to attack while she lowered her guard so much and toss it at him. Steven pull his leg up quickly so that it would miss and then would slowly walk towards her wondering if she could fight at all if, throwing stuff right away was her plan. No she must be able to fight to some extent, Leon weird test isn't for the faint hearted right?
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 30, 2015 2:36:06 GMT -5
Ira stared at Steven, bemused. He had bought his leg up, and it was generally expected. His expression momentarily unnerved her--she could deduce nothing from his face. What kind of person was he? What was he thinking?
She knew nothing.
She did knew one thing--she was obstinate in her pursue for victory. She didn't want to lose, and it would be utterly brainless of her to charge at him in a close distance fight, when she couldn't even best a goddamn pigeon in a chase.
Backing away even more, she let out a yelp when she slammed against a pole, and tripped right on her untied shoelaces, feeling the redness of humiliating creeping up her neck.
Good move, Ira. Good move.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Oct 30, 2015 2:49:42 GMT -5
Steven sighed at the display, and the girl blushing. There was no reason to force herself to humiliate herself farther, and he wasn't just going to walk up to her and stomp her while she was down either. However nor would he be taken in by the display enough to get close and offer a hand to get up. Steven knew how to fight dirty, and so did others.
"If your going to fight fight, if not." Steven said turning around and would start to walk away. Not completely un-alert, yes it left him more open but the girl didn't seem to be interest in this fight. "Or at least have a plan if you can't fight." He speak loud enough that she could her and waved over his shoulder without looking back.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 30, 2015 2:59:30 GMT -5
Ira rolled on her back, and started laughing loudly, as she clung onto her stomach. Her eyes stung against the brightness of the azure sky, as she caught the sight of his back. That was something, at the very least. He finally gave her a hint about his personality, and it was simple, unfortunately so, to determine that he was a fairly chivalrous, but cautious.
The latter making things... slightly more difficult.
Scrambling to her feet, Ira tackled him from behind with a hug, as she slung her hands around his neck (she had to go on tip-toe for that), and began gauging his reaction.
Knowledge is power.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Oct 30, 2015 3:11:42 GMT -5
Steven would not be too shocked by the sound of foot fall coming at him from behind and would lazily start turning his head to look at her coming. As she tackled around him, Steven would raise his arms around his head causing her to start hang from around those and not his neck. Placing one foot ahead to keep himself standing at being run into Steven would then start turning. Quick steps on after the other, spinning on the spot as she clung to him as fast as he, while try to push his arms out wards and cause her grip to fail and fall to the floor.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 30, 2015 3:17:29 GMT -5
Ira let out a wail of horror, as her hands caught his. Catching a possibly smug look on his face, she scowled stubbornly as her hair flopped around messily on her face when he began spinning.
"What are you, a ballerina?!" Ira shouted, as she released her grip and fell onto the grass. Her head smashed uncouthly against the floor, but as she fell, she kicked out abrasively at his lower regions, determined to injure him.
An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg, and a fall for a lower region.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Oct 30, 2015 3:21:10 GMT -5
As Ira let go, Steven hands would lower and he would have kept spinning, her foot striking against his inner hip instead of it's intended target, but a little closer for his comfort. He resisted the urge to rub and make sure, as being uncouth and would turn until he was facing her on the floor again, a little dizzy by his own sped, but even so he would reach down and try to grab her by the ankle and lift her off the ground and dangle her.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 30, 2015 3:27:56 GMT -5
Steven was a whirl of blue and red when he spun around, causing the dark hair girl to be utterly confused. Was he attempting to prove her his manhood, by displaying his ability to pivot on the spot? Was he trying to confuse her by making her question his gender? Was he attempting to ensure that she would be utterly preoccupied by his manly spinning so that he could execute a move on her?
She had never been so confused in her life.
As he reached down for her ankle, she yanked her body back fiercely, but the next thing that happened caused a loud, accusatory yell to emit from Ira. Her face flushed red a second time, ever since she encountered Steven.
Her skirt hitched up, and her strawberry underwear was on display, for the entire world to see.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Oct 30, 2015 3:39:53 GMT -5
Steven would blush himself at what happened, his intention not having been anything of the kind and would quickly use his other hand to be put to the small of her back and quickly lowered her to the floor gently, so that her skirt would fall back into place.
"Sorry, but why are you doing this?" Steven said as he took a step back. "If you not going to give up, you'll end up getting hurt."
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