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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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"What Do Ya Mean You Ain't a 'Miss'?" (Open)
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Post by Bobby on Oct 23, 2015 6:30:28 GMT -5
"You gonna be aroun' tonight, Dad?"
"Not sure yet, Bobby. Might have ta work'a double."
"Awright..."
"I know it's not exactly ideal fer a first day of school, but y'all be fine. Jus' smile, listen, an' always be nice."
"I know, I know. Will Mom need anythang when I get back?"
"Shouldn't, hopefully. She went through'a round of chemo ova the weekend, so she'll be sleepin' mostly."
"'Kay. I better git goin'. See ya sometime, Dad."
"Be good, son. Hold a door fer a lady, if'n ya can. Good ice breaker."
Bobby walked the forty-odd blocks to PHS #552, over two miles in all. Beat up cowboy boots thumping as he hiked along, he still didn't understand the subway system and didn't want to risk being late on his first day. So he walked the entire route, bright orange University of Tennessee ball cap pulled tight over his shaggy brown hair. As he walked he passed a lot of things he'd only seen in movies or heard in rap songs: a coffee shop on every corner, dealers hanging out near alleys, and so many different ethnicities and languages he couldn't even hope to guess, even with a map. Thankfully at 6'1" he was a decently imposing figure on his own, or he may have had to field a few jeers from people poking fun at his extra-large belt buckle.
He finally arrived at #552, an impressive campus with several main buildings, fields, a courtyard, the whole nine yards. Students streamed past Bobby as he stood just outside the gates, taking in everything. Culture shock and a half, for sure. He took a deep breath, sighed, and stepped forward into this new world.
He went straight for the largest building, following signs for the administration offices. He still needed to get his class schedule. And a map. A map would be good. As he approached the main doors he saw a young, lithe woman fumbling with the handle, her hands full of bags and books. He dashed over and swung the door open for her, heeding his father's advice to hold a door for a lady.
"Here ya go, miss."
"Jesus, I'm not a miss."
Bobby looked up from the door handle into the girl's face. Long hair down past her shoulders, perfectly smooth skin, mascara around the eyes, and several earrings. She was actually kinda pretty. But...not a...woman?
"Sorry, but, huh...what'da ya mean you ain't a 'Miss'?"
She scoffed and said, "I'm a guy. I wear what I like."
Bobby stared for a long second. "So...yer not a girl? Your'a a...dude?"
The girl (guy?) huffed in frustration and pushed past him, mumbling something about him being a hick. Dumbfounded, Bobby felt he needed to apologize but didn't know what to say. What the hell had just happened?
"Uh, miss! I mean, sir! Um, sorry 'bout that, I jest, thought...aw shit..."
This place was going to be rough.
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Make America great again.
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Oct 23, 2015 6:57:29 GMT -5
"You too, eh?" Ian asked, eyeing the encounter with a grin on his face. He had a similar encounter on his first day, though it was a bit worse. And, quite frankly, this new guy got off pretty darn easy by comparison. Nevertheless, the situation got a laugh out of the Morei, and he almost felt pretty dang sympathetic.
"My first day I flirted with a gal. Real pretty like. Beautiful curls, big green eyes, badonkadonk. You know, that whole package. An' it turns out out she was packin' a man-pistol between the legs. You can never tell 'round here."
Ian cracked a grin, pushing through the other door and walking backward so that he could still address the new guy. "Name's Ian. I'm guessin' you're new here?"
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They say you win some and lose some, but all I'm doing is winning.
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Post by ♛Kira Etincelle♛ on Oct 23, 2015 7:25:23 GMT -5
"Of course he is. Clark Kent over here's still holding doors open for people. The last time I saw someone hold a door open for anyone else was when a Regulator threw a kid in detention."
Kira called out to the two other boys. The boy would step over to the other two slowly, with a sly smirk on his face. He had witnessed the new kid's actions, and found it almost... endearing. He had a new proposal for the two boys. A business offer that would work for the benefit of all those like the three of them that enjoyed flirting with pretty women.
"I'm Kira. And gentlemen, what if I told you that I could put an end to our androgynous problem. We have enough Pillar problems, we don't need anymore inside of their panties."
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Post by Bobby on Oct 23, 2015 7:31:59 GMT -5
Another person roughly Bobby's age, this time much more recognizably a guy, chimed in as he passed. Bobby let out a 'thank you for letting me know I'm not insane' sigh and followed along with the man. The Southerner shook his head slightly and said, "Damn'dest thing I've seen in years. What kinda guy wears make-up, ya know?"
Bobby held out a hand to shake and continued saying, "Nice ta meet cha, Ian. Name's Bobby, an' yeah, I'm new, if'n it wasn't obvious already."
"Any chance you could point me in the direction of the admin office? I'd hate to run into another dude in drag, or a six-foot dyke 'er sumthin'."
Catching himself, Bobby quickly said, "Ah, shit, again. Guess I shouldn't say that round here neither..."
At that moment, another guy about their age stepped up, talking about Pillars or some sort of thing. Bobby eyed the man quizzically and said, "Uh, what the hell're Pillars?"
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Oct 23, 2015 8:38:47 GMT -5
Ian just laughed, having thought the same exact thing. Way he was raised, that sort of thing would have gotten him whooped. That sort of thing kind of carried over into who he is now, for better or worse.
"Yeah, Bobby, no prob. Don't worry, them queens keep far from me." The Morei grinned, shaking Bobby's hand and leading him down the hallway. He was stopped, though, at the appearance of another man. A "Kira," he said his name was. Ian cocked a brow, wondering the same shit Bobby was, though he figured it was just a euphemism for a penis.
"You mean dicks?"
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Post by Akeno Fujiyoshi on Oct 23, 2015 22:19:35 GMT -5
gotta go fastah fastah yah that's cool mate
”Ya' should all move ya' sausage fest outta da' hall. I know a couple of empty janitor closets if ya' guys need somewhere to discuss ya'... pillars in private!”
The voice, thickly laden in an Australian accent called out to the boys. It came from a slight girl with black hair. Her hair was tousled and fairly messy, and there was an extremely mischievous smirk dancing across her lips. She had just walked down the hall and came onto the conversation. While Ken had heard the majority of the chat, something about these idiots getting trapped constantly, she purposely misconstrued it.
”Aint nothing wrong with being gay, but a threesome in the school might be a bit loud.”
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Post by Bobby on Oct 25, 2015 21:57:58 GMT -5
Tiny girl, no bigger than a kid really (and didn't look much older either), suddenly appeared, speaking in a thick accent. The hallway was getting crowded for Bobby's liking, though he didn't want to appear rude. Everyone so far was really straight forward, a lot more vocal than the folks and friends he knew back in the south. The first man, Ian, kind of read Bobby's mind when he asked if 'Kira' was talking about dicks. Bobby smirked but stayed quiet, letting things progress, until the girl stepped in. Bobby wasn't a big man by any means he still towered over the brunette.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I don't swing that way. Gay neva quite sat right wit' me anyway."
Looking around at the sudden assemblage, he finished by saying, "Now, what the hell're these Pillars y'all keep talkin' 'bout? Cause if y'all just mean dicks, I'd rather just keep moseyin' along..."
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Oct 28, 2015 6:31:13 GMT -5
"Amen to that, brother," Ian replied to Bobby with a smirk, opting to ignore the Aussie. One more joke like that and he was fixin' to bash her head in. Best to avoid a confrontation like that for now, at least.
And suddenly, the term clicked in Ian's head. PILLARS. Like those - Well, duh. "Oh shit, those peacekeeper fellas, or whatever they call themselves. You'll know 'em when you see 'em. Andre the Giant, Big Sean, so purple-haired bimbo, and a fella who looks like he hopped out of the TV in the middle of an anime." If that even made any sense. "But I'm with you in the moseyin'."
And if the guy felt like it, Ian would continue to just lead him where he requested. Poor guy already got to meet three of this place's weirdos within minutes of starting his first day.
"Don't worry. A few days in and you'll be able to ignore 'em. It's like building up an immunity to weird shit."
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Post by Bobby on Oct 28, 2015 8:05:45 GMT -5
Peacekeepers? In a high school? What kind of place was this, Baghdad? Bobby rolled his eyes and followed Ian. If the other two wanted to come along that was up to them, but Bobby was already looking to be late for his first class. Sidling up to Ian, Bobby would reply,
"So wait, Pillars are like security guards? Are they students or somethin'? I mean, I heard there was a gang problem here, but did I jus' step into a pile o' horse shit?"
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Oct 28, 2015 8:30:17 GMT -5
"Not just a pile, brother," Ian laughed, holding his hands out almost as far as he could reach. "A big ol' heapin' mountain of all kinds of shit." Poor guy didn't know what he was getting into. But then, they never tell you this sort of stuff, neither.
"They're like these 'roided out students who stop people from hittin' each other by hittin' 'em. Makes sense, right?"
He proceeded to the admin office, though he really wasn't in any hurry. First period was starting soon, sure, but Ian ditched it half the time, anyway. He planned to use this as his excuse this time, too. Bobby was already making himself useful.
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Post by Bobby on Oct 29, 2015 8:03:34 GMT -5
They had arrived at the admin office, but Bobby paused outside before going in. Quite a lot of information had just been dumped onto his lap and he was processing it as quickly as he could. He leaned against the wall next to the door and said to Ian,
"If that bein' the case, how do y'all fit into this? Are you - we - jus' fodder for them then? I doubt they're all doin' it outta jus' the goodness of their hearts."
Bobby was a simple man but he wasn't stupid. If four so-called Pillars controlled the school, it would be simple for them to trample all over the rest of the students. Especially if any of them controlled some of the gangs he had heard about. Given his mother's condition, Bobby knew he wouldn't be getting out of this school any time soon. He had to figure out his place within it...and fast.
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