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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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A Long Time Coming [LG/AW]
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Post by Felix Booker on Oct 30, 2015 23:31:08 GMT -5
Felix was caught completely unaware by Cedric's clothesline, reacting completely on instinct, he shifted his body weight downward to perform a sort of baseball slide. His feet skidding on the wet asphalt, as he limbo'd just barely underneath Cedric's arm. His body too low to bring back up, and too off balance at this point left him sliding on seemingly the roughest bit of asphalt in the whole road. His momentum carried him forward along the ground, as his slide turned more into an out of control tumble. Eventually he flopped to a stop, his pants and jacket now in tatters, though he was in a bit of pain, he suffered no lasting or vital damage. Though he did come away with a multitude of new scrapes and bruises. "Should really invest in some fucking pads.", he would mutter under his breath.
He would continue forward though, unaware that it was Cedric that had attacked him. He would push himself up off the ground, starting on all fours before ending up on his two legs sprinting for Paige. Dropping his shoulder he would make to slam into her at his full speed, sending her careening away from Jude.
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Post by Cedric Kenelm on Oct 30, 2015 23:46:47 GMT -5
Tag: Aldritch HexellStats for post: STR: 21 (50) | CON: 25 (60) | DEX: 27 (50) | WIS: 32 (37) | INT: 20) Cedric took Ira's attack to his back with little damage, and right then he couldn't deal with her because he had an opponent right in front of him. So Ira would be free to rush Paige all she wanted with no move from Cedric to stop her. Now came Aldritch, Cedric was impressed that he managed to not get laid out from the punch but would be swift to react to his attempt to flip him by grabbing his leg. When Aldritch dropped low and went to grab Cedric's foot Cedric would take the initiative trying to utilize his slight speed advantage by reaching around the back Of Aldritche's head with both hands, pulling Aldritch towards him and thrusting his knee forwards as hard as he could to knee Aldritch in the center of the face.
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Post by Leon Sudeki on Nov 2, 2015 0:48:01 GMT -5
Leon would duck a punch here, catch a kick and throw person here. It was all very majestic and magical combat. However he wasn't getting pleasure in beating down the small fry of Apex's standing army. However everyone else had a target and he didn't see a need to interrupt their positions in fair battle. So this was Leon's job. Take out the small fry, fight along side his own standing army. Besides the stupid fair value of the combat, Leon was enjoying the current atmosphere.
Fist on face, bone on bone, blood for blood. Leon couldn't help but start chuckling as he smashed his forehead into another attackers face. However it would take time to find how this was supposed to end.
Noting Macht on the battlefield aiming to fight Allen, it wouldn't be fair if Macht faught a high ranking member of LG and Leon only took on the small fry. He had to pick himself a guy from the Apex crowd. But who?
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Nov 2, 2015 1:40:25 GMT -5
Aaron's leg sweep was dodged-as expected. From a higher center of mass, blocking his kick would have been difficult at best, even at Knuckles' considerable strength. However, the kid was as gutsy as ever. He thought an attack on Aaron after dodging was prudent, attempting to stay in close quarters. Aaron was pleased at this. No fucking dipping and and dodging around. Man to man. He would simply bring his leg back to it's place at shoulder-width apart from his other leg, his entire upper body squared up to Knuckles. He didn't spin with his sweep- it was just a right leg kick-sweep, so Knuckles punching right for the open mouth of the Mountain was a fair game. However, Aaron's hands weren't down at his sides or held loosely- he had to keep control over his face and chest, so his hands were both under his chin. In most fights, Aaron didn't care about getting hit. He didn't care about the pain or the damage because he knew he could take it. Pussies hit like pussies. However, Austin made something clear earlier and just now. That he felt Aaron was inadequate. That Aaron was weak. That Knuckles was more capable and more deserving to protect those he cared about. Back in the Army, they called it a mud pit. Or a mans war. When two men had a problem, they settled it in whatever way they deemed necessary....most of the time fighting. You didn't fuck around then- because those guys would kick your ass like they meant to kill you. They would generally buy you a drink after, unlike now but....the point was, Aaron was definitely used to this situation. He wouldn't insult Knuckles by not taking this seriously. Bringing up his right hand as Knuckles punched, he would attempt to grab Knuckles right arm at the wrist while easing his head back a little to avoid his blow, his right leg shifting backward at the same time. As soon as his right palm made contact, his left palm would attempt to slam into the bottom of Austin's punching arm at the bottom near the elbow at the same time his right hand would attempt to pull down...his intent being to twist knuckles' arm behind the kids back, the twisting redirection of Austins force not attempting to meet his arm power versus power, but instead using it against him. Assuming it worked, Aaron would try to hold Austins right arm, which would likely be neutralized for a moment, with his right hand while his left would try to grab the kid by the hair and jerk back on his neck for a quick takedown, hoping to pull him off balance and put him on his ass. OOC: Video of hold and grab can be seen here. This was a bitch to find so as to show what Aaron is doing.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Nov 2, 2015 10:02:07 GMT -5
Aaron would manage to grqsp his wrist and narrowly avoid Austin's punch, before trying to counter immediantly. He would have gotten as far as grasping Austin's wrist before he would feel Knuckle's muscles tense and fight hard against it. His left leg would against slide around, this time clock-wise as the Apex Warrior would keep rotating and litterally yank his right arm as hard as he could.
He knew from prior experience that Aaron was strong. But Austin felt he had the strength advantage here and he would have to use it to the best of his abilities. So as he rotated clockwise and tore his arm away, Aaron would not have been able to complete the lock or gain access to his back side. His left elbow would have swung across horizontally during the same motion, to try and land a solid elbow to the right side of the eldest Hollow's head.
So long as it connected, his hips would twist back the oposite direction and the right arm he had pulled away would try to follow up the elbow almost immediantly, as Austin aimed to drive his knuckles through Aaron's body, his target specifically thr Solar Plexus, with a thrusting body punch aimed to force 'The Mountain' back and away from him.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Nov 2, 2015 14:56:59 GMT -5
OOC: I wasn't too sure on how this attack too place, so I'll just run with it haha. Let me know if you have any issues.
Aaron absorbed the blow to the cheek- strange, the leverage and angle of his attack shouldn't have allowed such a retaliation as it cuts off strength and power at the shoulder. Still, the blow turned his head to the side just a little, though his eyes would be on Austin. He would move his head back just a little, Aaron deciding to use the opening Austin would give him to throw a short left jab for upper-cheek/eye region, intent to cause pain to radiate from the nerves that were woven around the socket to hinder his sight. Then, he would throw a right uppercut, his rather unexpected speed surprising himself as his left arm would attempt to whip back.
Comparing the two of them, Aaron had an idea of where they stacked up. Neither one cared much about damage, But the Eldest Hollows knew he had a vast advantage there. Austin, despite what seemed to be an overwhelming strength advantage, he was crippled by his speed. Aaron was actually able to nearly keep up with him visually....to dodge blows. That was new, for him.
Assuming his uppercut and/or jab struck home, he expected Knuckles to attempt to press his power advantage. Aaron would have to utilize leverage and weight in order to keep them from grappling too heavily.
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Post by Mikey Mikey Mikey on Nov 8, 2015 5:21:37 GMT -5
[OoC: Initial post deleted due to unwarranted reasoning. Mikey is returning to the thread.] Mikey was present at the battle, sitting atop a car with a large jacket covering the majority of his body. As the rain poured down on him, he simply began air drumming, ignoring things as the tension began to build. Throughout the rising action, he seemed to hardly care at all. But then, things began to reach their climax. The air drumming ceased, and he spectated as chaos ensued in the streets in front of The Underground. A smile spread across the redhead's lips as he stepped off of the car and slowly inched his way toward the battle royale. "Just when you thought it was over," he began in a sing-song voice, skipping past the Apex fodder. "The sky turned black, and we all fell to Earth." The lyrics to Roadrunner United's "The End" continued to leave his lips as he eventually made his way to one Leon Sudeki, a large grin upon his face as he eyed the blond male from afar. Indiscriminately, he began to shove the men of LG and AW aside, clearing a path between the two who had long since established a rivalry of sorts. "Hey there, bitch boy," his grin widening into a wicked snarl. The over-sized coat was thrown from his torso, leaving him with nothing but his eye-patch, jeans, and combat boots. "Whataya say we make this a little more entertaining?"
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Post by Macht Stärke on Nov 8, 2015 6:12:02 GMT -5
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As Allen leaped overhead, Macht's fist would collide with the asphalt, ripping through it at incredible, violent speeds. He used the momentum of the strike to turn his body, pivoting on his prosthetic hand so that he would complete a full 180 degree turn, then land facing Allen once again. The man ran, and Macht narrowed his eyes. He could either pursue Hollows, or go for a more worthy opponent - but no, Leon was already being claimed by Mikey. Very well. Gritting his teeth before letting out a bestial roar, Macht ripped through the ground with his hands and launched himself toward Allen and through the crowd of Apex Warriors and the Lightning Gang. With his metal forearm raised, he would come crashing down on Allen from above, intent on crushing him with a single blow. Str: 100 Dex: 55 Con: 80+45 Wis: 55 Int: 55
Items Used: Behemoth's Studded Ring: Once per 15 Int, the user can absorb half the force of an attack (up to their Int) and add it to their Con in the current, or following, round. 1/3 Con Boost: 45
PASSIVE: Reaver's Tattoo: 1/3 Stacks Gained Str of Stack One: 45
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Nov 9, 2015 23:08:59 GMT -5
OOC: Continuing from here. Aaron's eyes widened as the man basically pulled a "Scorpion" from mortal combat and shot out a rope from his eye. Darting away. He reached up and picked the cement from his face and chest, letting the blood run a little more freely. They would slow soon anyway, not deep enough to really do a heavy amount of damage despite the rather sharp pains froming from his body. Looking down, he flexed his fingers and tore off his shirt, revealing his bare chest were there was a single burn mark, the cut and two light bruises. He grit his bloody teeth and ran forward, planting his foot on the window sill and using it to leap upward. He would grab the edge and pull hard, bringing up his bare-chested body to see the back of Austin. He would run forward from behind Austin as the man shouted for Macht just before Aaron would intend to throw a stop-kick for his spine and send him flying off the roof, hopefully to smash into the hood of a car. He would, if it worked, stand and stare down at him, eyes looking for the one Austin screamed for. Knuckles did more damage than Aaron expected- hopefully the others could hold out. If Macht was pissed, the bitch could bring it on. Assuming Macht was looking at him after he looked at Austin, Aaron would hold out a hand and give a little smirk, waving Macht forward as though to say "Bring it". " That was fun. You're next." This all assuming, of course, Knuckles was taken down. Obviously, if that wasn't the case, Aaron would deal with it then.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Nov 9, 2015 23:17:50 GMT -5
Allen could hear the roar and crackle of Macht's body. Looking up, Allen had no chance to really plan at knowing what was coming.
"Eh, fuck it."
He would take three steps forward and once within median range, Allen would slam his left foot down and aim a flying dropkick for Macht as the man leapt through the air as well. He knew the likelihood of being grabbed was high. He didn't care. He knew Macht probably wouldn't feel it- still didn't care. He was in it for the sheer fight, right? That's how they wanted it, anyway. What...Leon agreed to.
"FUCK YOU!"
OOC: Activating Bolt pants. +15 Dex for 1 post.
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STR: 55 DEX: 65 CON: 45 WIS: 30 INT: 37
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Post by "Knuckles" on Nov 10, 2015 1:54:57 GMT -5
Like some kind of macabre grappling hook, the vine would quickly 'reel in', pulling Austin's overgrown body up, swinging him over and into a crouch on top of the roof. At which point, Knuckles would look to bend those legs and let those muscles carry himself toward the other side of the roof.
So long as he could, he would hunch over and release a mighty, guttural roar as he called out to his friend, his hand covering his destroyed eye, a pained and disappointed look on his face as he shouted.
"M-MAACHT!!"
Knuckles free hand would dip in his pocket, only to feel the force of Aaron's kick slam into his body. Ass over tea-kettle, Austin flipped twice as he fell through the air, knocked from the roof top of The Underground. His single good eye closed as he slammed into the roof of a car.
Immediantly upon impact the car nearly inploded. The tires blew out, spewing rubber bits as the axels bent in and the tires outward. The upper portion of the car twisted down and inward, molding to Knuckle's frame as the glass shattered and blew out.
Austin's eye burst open, audible gasps for air sounding out. The pain wasn't apparent right away, but Knuckles knew that he was going to be in trouble when all this was said and done. If it wasn't for the drugs in his system he wouldn't even be conscious right now.
T-the drugs!
Austin realized his hand was still in his pocket, gripping the same pills he had previously taken. The mitigator was still active, so long as he took them now. The outlaw could feel the drugs beginning to fade. He couldn't allow it just yet.
Groaning as he sucked as much air back in as he could. The Apex co-leader, battered, beaten and even disfigured, would pull his hand from his pocket and toss the last three pills he had down the hatch. Once again he would feel them take hold, the much larger and muscular form still very apparent.
Pulling himself out of the wreck that once use to be an automobile, Austin would rolled off the side and land on the ground before pulling himself into a half crouch, one knee on the ground, his elbow resting on the other as he continued to hold his eye, still in shock that it was really gone.
"He.. M-my fuckin' eye! Y-YOU'RE ALL GOING TO REGRET THIS MOTHER FUCKING DAY!"
Who was he yelling at? Aaron? The Hollows? All of them. Every single one of them was responsible for this. At least in his current enraged state. Maybe that would change, but right now he wanted to maim every single one of them.
Roaring out once again, That single blood shot eye of his focused upon Macht and the person nearest to him. Allen. Kicking off from the crouch, Knuckles would start running toward his best friend... And what use to be his other best friend. All he could think about was what Aaron did. And now he couldn't help but turn his anger toward the nearest sibling.
[STR - 35(106)|DEX - 35(62)|CON - 35(88)|WIS - 25|INT - 30] [1/5] [1/5 Behemoth: Pain Ignore]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2015 10:28:21 GMT -5
Phoebe had been working on thinning the herd and giving her weaker gang members a chance to thrive by sheer numbers alone. Of course, despite her experience in fighting en mass, she still received her fair share of clobbers and blows.
The only difference was...they were not as strong as her, not by a long shot.
She decked another with a hard cross for another KO, and took the opportunity to fully look around, instead of the darting checks she had been using; Phoebe raised her fist in a quick pump, rallying her crew.
"We've got this! Take 'em down!"
She knew the main outcome would be decided by the stronger people, but whatever encouraged the LG Family to pour their heart and soul into fighting, so that whatever the outcome...they could say they gave it their all.
An anguished, guttural scream ripped through the air and Bee's gaze tore away from her brother and the blur that was Macht—and saw Austin's enlarged body crash down from above and land on top a car, the machine unable to take such damage. With a cry, Phoebe lifted her arms to shield her face as bits of rubber and glass shrapnel blew out, causing her to take a few stumbling steps as stinging pain rocked her body. She took a couple deep breaths and lowered her arms, unknowing that she had experienced this...form Austin had before (when Riot reared their ugly heads and killed someone in the streets), but hadn't gone up against him. Her friend picked himself up out of the car and screamed.
Screamed about his eye.
What?
Half of his face was coated in blood.
What happened to him, he was so different. He seemed to look around and lock...
...he locked onto Allen and Macht.
Bee took a sharp breath in and would take off, trying to intercept Austin from the diagonal before he could get to them and unleash hell upon her younger sibling, for something she could only assume Aaron had a hand in. The benefit she had was that she was running towards him, so she might be able to—
"Austin!"
If she got in range, she would tackle him about his waist, intent to prevent him from hurting Allen. If she landed the tackle and brought Austin down, she would do whatever it took to attempt moving into a mount position, concern showing through her normal composed combat expression. Bee was unknowing that his rage would likely be directed upon her. Unknowing of the pills he had taken.
She suspected. Some part of her suspected.
Phoebe, however, didn't care.
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LOCKING STATS: STR 30 (45) ||| DEX 33 (55) ||| CON 25 (39) ||| INT 30 (40) ||| WIS 27 (45)
IDK there's supposed to be an LG STR boost here from tattoo? 15? Hell if I know.
[1/3 Posts]: STR 30 (60) ||| DEX 33 (55) ||| CON 25 (39) ||| INT 30 (40) ||| WIS 27 (45)
1/4 int stored (5/10 (posts) stored) = 50/item stored (Non-Gang tattoo's abilities, see below.)
Item: [Misc] (Tattoo) "Float like a Butterfly" Description: A tattoo of a butterfly with a green gradient with the inscription "Float like a Butterfly" below it in script; it feels like you have wings! Stats: +5 DEX Ability: For every post this item goes unused, Phoebe gains +1/4 INT into a pool separate from other pools for a period of ten posts. She can then unleash it into her body, replacing her DEX value equal to the total stacked. -> Use: 1 post per 20 INT.
Item: [Tattoo] "Sting like a Bee" Description: A tattoo of a bee with the inscription "Sting like a Bee" below in script text; it seems to pack a good sting! Stats: +5 STR Ability: For every post this item goes unused, Phoebe gains +1/4 INT into a pool separate from other pools for a period of ten posts. She can then unleash it into her body, replacing her STR value equal to the total stacked. -> Use: 1 post per 20 INT.
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Post by Paige Weaver on Nov 10, 2015 12:06:31 GMT -5
Paige would sigh a bit it was getting to crowded around her that was for sure. Paige would smile a bit before activating her power an icy arena would form around them. The arena its self would have a roof to help make sure no one would break into there fight. after its placement if no one managed to get in she would rush at Jude in an attempt to grab him by the next and force him into the ground with all her strength.
Icy Arena: (T3) (1 use per 15 int)
Paige may make an enclosed circle arena around her self with con equal to 1/2 her total Int and a radius of 1 foot per 3 Int. She may make the arena smaller then the max size allowed by her Int if she chooses. The walls of the arena are equal to 1 inch per 5 INT. Paige may re use this ability to keep the arena up if she chooses to.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Nov 10, 2015 13:44:11 GMT -5
OOC: Adding a secondary post, since Austin was not, in fact, put down.
Aaron would tsk as Austin returned to his feet. Bastard....he was only hurting himself by continuing to move like he was. He didn't know what it was that Austin was swallowing but Aaron could only assume that it would be very bad once the effects wore off. He turned, jumping onto a pole that ran up the side of the building for rain drainage and slide down, his feet hitting the ground as Austin was shouting. He saw Bee coming in front the side, Allen attacking the big dog...no offense to his little brother, but he didn't stand a chance. Even if he helped, bringing down Macht would not be a venture he saw him succeeding at in this state.
There was still Austin. But Phoebe...she might actually have a chance of calming the fellow down. There were others he could tear into. Weaker people that would leave Macht, Mikey and Austin alone. So be it. Aaron would kick the chest of the nearest Apex thug before watching a dome come up around them. He brought his shoulder down and charged, aiming to smash clear through her wall and slide into the center of the dome, cracking his neck and letting out a little sigh.
"You and me, girl. Let's go."
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Post by Ira Defaire on Nov 10, 2015 22:26:24 GMT -5
Frowning, Ira stared to the side of the arena and narrowed her eyes. Mikey, in all his rambunctious glory, was dishing out to Leon. The change of opponents happened when she turned her back, and watching Phoebe tackling Knuckles, she cringed a little.
There were fights that claim opponent's lives, and there were fights that destroyed opponent's hearts. She wasn't sure which was more painful.
Backing away distractedly from Paige, she headed towards Macht while running her right hand through her hair. Digging into her pockets, she rifled through her goddamn ping pong balls and crumpled pieces of paper for her hair band.
It's useless. She needed to think.
Frowning at it, she whipped around and gritted her teeth. Her shoes dug into the gravel and she begin running into The Underground. The wind only served to slow her slightly, and she dashed the room, yelling a bunch of random nouns that did not make any sense.
"BOPPITY."
Silver mists streaked out of her fingertips, and they whipped about the cafe, manifesting Ira as a hot pink, rampaging possum. It bared it's fangs and under that disguise, she rifled the kitchen impatiently for chopsticks, tape, a knife, and some wine.
The last part, naturally, was a secret.
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