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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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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO. |
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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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Some wounds are Hard to Close...[Open]
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~One who Strides the Shadows~
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Post by Marcelis on Oct 30, 2015 17:07:17 GMT -5
.:OOC:. This thread is open to all participants and Spectators. The fighting will be based on no Stats, giving anyone the opportunity without feeling overpowered or the like. The opponent is locked in as throw the first blow at me or if I attack you. Please click my picture under the post to know my height, weight and any miscellaneous things you need to know about my person. But do not use the fighting information to Meta-game, as I will not do that to you. Thanks again and let's have fun. .:IC:. Staind, Price to pay*Bonk Bonk...Bonk...Bonk Bonk...Bonk***The rhythmical sounds of impact to an unguarded punching bag. The area was empty, only filled with one body with one inanimate object and a iPod placed next to the person as the punches kept the flow. The heavy bag swayed as the chain rattled from the constant hitting, it began a certain sound, that with the muffled sounds of compact blows started a beat, that would be in a certain rap song. Sadly, it might be an actual beat, and someone is making money right talking about bitches, cars and clothes, but back on topic. This nearly six foot young man was angry, and he felt that he needed to let out his aggression. But he could have done at Orion's belt, but then he would have been asked questions and he didn't want that. But he knew that he was getting reckless, he felt like he need to hit something... Someone? Maybe he needed to get hit himself. He just wanted something to get out of him. He felt his body get hot as his hits increased in volume. Now the impacts sound like a semi-automatic pistol, sweat skipping off his arms as the music intensified the dramatic shift in speed and power. He felt like it wasn't enough, that he wanted to hit this thing off the hook and chain but he knew he would not. He landed one more blow as he stopped and took his attention to the door opening. "Tch..." **A click of the tongue as he watched the person enter the room, best not to just attack the first person who enters the room. He was still a bit upset, his hair was plastered over his face, sticking to the sweat formed around his forehead and cheek. He couldn't see too much due him not having his glasses on, He was near-sighted after all, not that anyone really knew that to begin with. He faced the bag for a bit, just staring at it before hitting again. The song on in his earphones repeated as the first rhythm he had before. He just was zoning things out... Until he was messed with of course. |
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Post by Hiroshi on Nov 2, 2015 19:35:45 GMT -5
As I was making my evening walk.. trying to to put all the pieces together and getting further in cases. I would easily just wonder until I was done not really a place to be at. I was just done with a day at work so I was still wearing my black dress pants and shirt and had my gun still on me as well. so I was of course wearing a jacket to hide the gun that was on me. My hair was still fine as always.
As I was kinda lost in my thoughts I wondered into a area around the Forrest side of town. I got kinda distracted by a sound that was repeating itself over and over into a rhythm. The more I moved forward the louder the sound... It was a banging noise but what was it... I would draw closer and closer. I would draw my gun just in case as I came at this open area that was surrounded by a wall and a door that would lead in. I would now recognize the sound as it was somebody hitting a heavy bag but the force was pretty strong as if a bear was punching it.
' what the hell is this place? '
I would not just bump the door open and be like surprise motherfucker... no who knows who or what was behind that door so I would open it slowly seeing a man covered in sweat with a decent height just stopping from what he was doing and eyed me. I was hiding the gun behind the not fully opend door. and hide it behind my back as I walked in slowly.. The man.. He just started punching again.. He seemed kinda out of it as he was not himself..
" What is this guy..."
I said the words to myself as I came in closer.
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Post by Marcelis on Nov 3, 2015 20:31:00 GMT -5
**The song in his headphones was "Price to pay" by the Rock band Staind. He liked older rock, among other tastes that was more in the 90's. His head was ringing as he hit the bag harder. He was trying to get rid of the person that just came into the room. He knew that the training room was open to everyone, but he just considered the school to be empty around the time he would be there. But he guessed not, didn't really matter right? His anger has been growing lately, the more deeper he got into Terry's death. Nothing was on his mind other than that. He wasn't going to any meetings, he wasn't answering calls... He was just focused. And with that... He planned to go about it alone. For him, it meant more than to the others in his eyes. And within his small world of friends and family, Terry was a special person to him. He rested himself on the heavy as he took a couple of breaths. He really... really found the other body in the roo distracting, of course he was just using that as an excuse. He got off the bag quick and walk casually to the guy as he setting up for a run. He spoke with a deep voice, his breath was still shallow from his little "workout." "Hey... I think you should somewhere else... This place is taken." **If the guy didn't response, well he could only response in kind to him being oh so rude to him. |
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Post by Hiroshi on Nov 4, 2015 8:50:11 GMT -5
(OOC: Not gonna use the gun but its just for some development)
It seemed this guy wasn't so friendly after all as he was just ignoring me at this point and started his punching again... but at a certain point he stopped and it made me stop walking forward too. I was still holding the gun behind my back and I would grab it tighter even put the finger near the trigger as I saw him walking towards me... His words sounded deep and forcing but it didn't really scare me off right away. as he would come closer my eyes changed into a killer look (See avatar minus the cigarette.) I would raise the gun too pointing it straight at the guy.
" You don't wanna do this..."
I didn't order him to stop but I was telling him he was making a mistake rushing at me like that... People got killed over less then this. My eyes showed no hesitation. I knew this world was a kill or be killed kind of place. To make it a better place you sometimes have to do those things you wish you didn't.
At this point it was up to the other guy to either stop or be foolish and just rush forwards at a man pointing a gun, being away far enough to pull the trigger before he could reach him. The gun was already drawn and finger on the trigger so what would be his next move.
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Post by Marcelis on Nov 4, 2015 19:41:46 GMT -5
**A visually irritated Marcelis was not something you see every day. In the matter of speaking, he tried to keep his cool as much as possible. But in some cases, where things come into play that actually rubs him the wrong, or anything attacking his "family" the beast would come out. The lion, the king of the jungle. But that is something for another day. This is a special day where just about anything could get under his skin. With everything that has been happening for one. And two, maybe he was being a true dick head, but now... It could seem warranted. He was about to strike, until he heard the woman on his right speak out to them. He snapped his head towards the man as he caught his voice, cold and solid. Seems like this man was more than meets the eye. If only through Mars' hair, he caught the look that was given... He might be more incline to pull the trigger. A smiled slowly grew on the Knave lips. Bring his hands up around his chest level he started to remove his left glove slowly. His head lowered, his face was covered slightly from his slicked hair small beads of sweat could be seen on his hair and forehead as he spoke still keeping his deep tone, at this point his breath recovered slightly. "Well well... Seems like we in quite the situation. Understand I gave you a warning first... Since you disobeyed that..." **Up to this point his left glove was dropping to reach the floor. His left hand was now pulling apart the velcro on the right. A small pause as he slowly started to pull it away from his hand until it snapped off, the speed in which to rip it from the hand and launch at the gunman's head. It was all in one swift motion sending the glove directly to his head, or somewhere in that area. Of course he could dodge it, that would be his human reactions kicking in, which Marcelis would hope for. That alone would give at least three to four seconds of delay. Enough time to crouch down and kick off forward. His stance would be low enough where to the man's recovery, he would have change his aim down and across his body, to the angle in which Marcelis would be coming from. Reaching striking distance, he would leap over whipping his left hand to aim for the gun getting it out of the way.. Best case scenario knocking the gun away from his hand. Just to make sure he was able to get the gun, he grabbed the glove that he wanted to distract him before with. It was all according to plan... All a setup to this point. If the glove knocked gun away, he would shift his weight in mid-air and release a strong right aiming directly to his face. It is a wide, telegraphed punch but at least he the element of surprise, but then again, with good reflexes and the like a blow like this can be blocked or dodged. Just what happens next is what make it the gamble. |
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