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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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Reconnaissance... sorta. (Hiroshi)
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Oct 30, 2015 19:16:15 GMT -5
Work, work, work. There was so much that needed to be done, and Kyou would be lying if he said there was so little time to accomplish it all. During his study period--a class he was glad to have at this school, now--he wandered off to one of the less commonly-used classrooms in the school. At least, he thought it was.
Things seemed to have changed since he left, but really it wasn't anything too major. He'd been around when the school counsel was just starting, and he knew the school well enough that he didn't feel he missed anything important. Of course, events were sure to have happened while he was gone, but anything worth noting would be found in police records, he was sure. While he had been gone he had gotten into a scuffle or two with some gangs wile gathering information--which all turned out to be for nothing, but at the very least he was getting plenty action in his young delinquent life.
"Delinquent". Ha. He seemed to be becoming more and more of a delinquent ever since he started participating with the school rather than silently standing by like he had for years. He'd also gotten much stronger and had many more leads on interesting cases since then, and even though he didn't like to think of it, the school had started to shape him since he had started getting involved with the occurrences there. Even just every day school life--rather than silently sitting in the back he was starting to participate. A mistake he wished not to make again, but at least it was interesting. Still, he was starting to feel more and more like them. Not that he enjoyed criminal activities, but he certainly was starting to get involved with those sort of things more often--one way or another.
He dropped the stack of papers he had on one of the desks in the room, flicking on the light so he could see. Really, he knew the school well enough that he could leave for a year and catch up with all of what was going on pretty quickly. He was glad he was only gone for a month, and even then he didn't feel the school had changed too much. It felt like he was in an entirely new school, really, but he knew it was just due to all of the new faces. Nothing had really changed, in the end. There was the new student council thing that he didn't care about, and the struggle for power that the pillars involved themselves in. Students caused problems and the adults and teachers were abusive and harsh. Things like that, he realized, really didn't change. As much as he would have liked them to.
The boy took a seat and quickly started going through the pages and pages of missing assignments he had to make up for his absense--plowing through them without even thinking much about the content they had. It was too ridiculously easy for him--he could have missed school for the rest of his life and he still would have been better off than most adults who graduated college. One thing he didn't know, however, was that over the time he'd been gone, so many students had shown up that now more classes had to be used. Even if a class wasn't going to be present--even with all of the new students--in this particular classroom, he was taken by surprise when someone else walked in.
He looked up from his work--having gone through one sixth of the huge pile of papers by now--to look at the adult who walked in. He didn't expect someone else to enter the classroom--having thought it was abandoned--but he quickly realized it must have been occupied by a new teacher over the time he was gone. Either that, or the man was lost and wanted a peaceful room to sit in silence. Kyou wouldn't judge him if he was wary of the students--who wouldn't be? After years of being there, one got used to it, but Kyou couldn't help but to remember the time he'd first attended the schools when he was younger.
"I'm sorry, is this your classroom?" Kyou asked, looking at the teacher and adjusting his glasses. Just like all nerds do. "I didn't realize..."
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Post by Hiroshi on Oct 30, 2015 19:42:20 GMT -5
So ever since I returned I haven't been to the place I was to cleanse of gangs and big shots. It was time I would return to that hell that almost changed me for the worse. My parents would look down on me in shame if I did went that road... Before dropping out I was hurting people for the shear pleasure and I enjoyed it. It went from trying to help the basketball team to just becoming a damn thug. But I was a changed man right now.. ever since that day that I wandered the street all bloody and broken. This man that came up to me and gave me a new purpose in life. I wasn't the best person somebody could find, but I now did what I had to do to make sure those that wanted a better life could have it without having people like the old me trying to break them. I was now a Cop but not just a ordinary one, I was recruited for this simple thing of bringing down this whole system.
There I was standing in front of the front gate of this hell. I was wearing a simple outfit today, just a new 2 piece suit, no jacket and no tie.. and a leather jacket to kind of fit in abit better. My hair was also done well. I would step onto the schoolyard and noticed how fucked up this place had become. Walls broken, windows broken.. tags on the walls..
Another thing I noticed were the students they grew. Was this a side effect of the gangs that started here? I had to find out but I could not just start asking questions as that would make it pretty clear. I just had to draw a map of this place again inside my head. So I would start making my round around school ground. For now I would ignore the stares I was getting from a few students as I remembered from back in the day.. Fights were something that happened just by a stare.
I walked into the school and went by a few classrooms as I figured allot of students were skipping class. There was this one classroom I thought was empty and I walked in to find myself a piece of paper and a pen. But it seemed I was not alone and stumbled upon a pretty nerdy guy.. It kinda surprised me seeing a person like him here.. He spoke asking me if it was my classroom??
" I guess I'm just lost... Maybe know where the teachers lounge is? "
Maybe a cover as a teacher wasn't bad at this point so I just rolled with it and gave the kid abit of a awkward forced smile.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Oct 30, 2015 20:23:56 GMT -5
Kyou raised an eyebrow at the young man who lingered in the room, looking him over with his deep brown eyes. He couldn't help but to smirk at what the man had said, finding it amusing. "Either you've got a horrible sense of direction, or you're a new teacher here," Kyou said, assessing the situation and reading Hiroshi like a book. "The Teacher's Lounge is located on the other side of the school--that is, if they haven't moved it. I doubt they have."
He shrugged, turning his head down to look at his assignment again before quickly jotting down some answers--hardly looking over it. "And you don't have to force a smile with me," Kyou said, his eyes still fixed on the paper as though in concentration--though really he wasn't. He then added, "Since you're more likely new than just merely inefficient in your ability to navigate around locations, then I guess you don't know too well. You're dressed pretty nicely, which I suppose is to be expected of a teacher, but if you're so new and wearing a leather jacket, despite trying to look professional with the dress clothes. I guess I'm in no position to judge appearances, but if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you consider yourself a professional of sorts and are taking your job somewhat seriously, yet know of the reputation of this school and want to try fitting in so as to not cause problems with your attire. I'll give it to you straight: Students here don't care what you're wearing too much. All they care about is your attitude and how you teach--most teachers here hare strong, harsh, witty, and snarky as hell, and students seem to typically respect them. Dressing classy or taking on the appearance of a punk won't make you fit in any more or less--it's the attitude you've got. If you want to be taken seriously as a teacher here, you've got to be confident and strict. It's uncommon for there to be students like me who'll try to obey you if you act nice and polite."
Kyou finished his rant, but he was getting a point across. Still he murmured under his breath, "Though I wish the same could be said for students." He knew all too well how students typically respected or didn't care about teachers so long as they did their job right, but with other students? They'd beat you up if you looked a certain way or said a wrong word or even did a certain action--even if it wasn't directed toward them. The boy finished up one last paper--placing it on his pile of finished assignments and then took a paper from atop the unfinished work. He glanced up at Hiroshi, studying him furthermore--as if he hadn't done enough already. "Also, just so you know, most of the teachers are still in their classes at this hour. Attending the Teacher's Lounge isn't sure to get you very far. I assume you wanted to go there to settle in and get some advice from the other teachers? If so, there's really no point--each teacher I've had is so ridiculously diverse that there's no way to get a definite answer from a group of them." He paused and then sighed, shaking his head as he returned his gaze to the paper before him--though his attention was still entirely on the new teacher guy. "I'm sorry--my rants have gone off on a tangent again. The Teacher's Lounge is on the other side of the school: Room 225 A, if I recall correctly."
He was embarrassed to have talked so much--again--even if his face didn't show it. He seemed focused on his assignments, but anyone who truly knew Kyou would know that he was in no way interested in them, really. He lightly tapped his pencil against the desk before scribbling down more answers, but his mind was filled with thoughts about anything other than calculating the Tan of equation #25. "I was rambling again. I told Zoe I'd try to work on talking less, but I really can't help running my mouth. It's so hard keeping quiet and pretending I don't know more about things than I do and thus giving simple answers. I don't know how such geniuses like Zoe and Jacket can manage doing it. How do they remain so intelligent yet as quiet as a mouse? Well, Zoe can be loud and rude unlike mice--but that's not the point. I don't know, maybe it's a girl thing." He gave a small sigh and then readjusted his glasses--a nervous habit. "Trying to be quiet like that... trying to be normal for that matter. I guess it's something I can't really achieve, can I? Being normal is out of the question--but maybe more quiet and polite? Ranting is annoying to most--and though I don't care for friends, I don't enjoy upsetting people. But if I'm quiet--a loser like me would never get anything done. Sure it means I probably would go by unnoticed and stay out of trouble more, but why would I want that? What's worse: being nonexistent and no one knowing you exist nor care about that fact, or get bullied by cute girls with glasses just because you talk a lot and it upsets them? Ah, oh well. I guess I'll just keep trying to be normal."
Kyou stopped his writing and looked up at the man, a new question wandering into his mind. "Hey, why are you here?" He asked bluntly. It was unknown what he meant by that question, but he figured he might just get a few answers.
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Post by Hiroshi on Oct 31, 2015 9:50:29 GMT -5
So he was trying to read me? His questions and remarks were more then just simply interest. It seemed he was trying to get something out of me. I was kinda acting silly on purpose, and yeah I would just role with it for now and just pretend I was new and didn't know my way yet. And seeing as this kid was here alone he probably was a loner and could provide me with some information while I'm still here. I would lean on a table next to the kid as he was filling in some papers. This kid was probably to smart for his own good and hearing him ramble on he probably made himself a outcast like that.
As he went on about me being overdressed and trying to fit in.. Well It wasn't really something I was planning. But the suit was just something hanging in my closet that fits well around the body. I did laugh about it tho, this kid had a good eye on things. But the students would not even know what would happen if I was in front of class. But it seemed he didn't seem pleased with things around here. So it made me wonder what a kid like him did in a place like this.
" I appreciate the tips but I think I could handle myself pretty well. I wonder tho.. Why are you here all on your own? No friends to hang out with? You maybe abit to smart to stay in a place like this. You are wasting your talent by staying here. "
My voice changed abit and my whole body with that. I would place the jacket down and walk over to grab a piece of paper and a pen and walk back to the kid when he dropped the bomb of a question on me. What was I doing here.. Didn't he thought I was a teacher before and now he asked me this. I had to make sure I didn't blow my cover at this point.
" Like I said before I'm a teacher and yes I'm new here.. So if you could be a help can you draw the map of the school on this piece of paper.. You seem pretty well known around the place. "
I would place the paper down next to the kid and the pen.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Oct 31, 2015 12:18:20 GMT -5
"Well, alright."
Kyou didn't say anything more about his appearance. He had just assumed that if the teacher was so new and didn't even know where certain classes were, he might not know how to handle himself with the students. It was only a precaution, and Kyou had only jumped to that conclusion, but if the man felt that he would handle himself just fine, then Kyou had to assume that he knew what he was saying when he said that. Kyou thought it nice, at least, that the teacher had enough confidence to handle himself. However, his attention was snagged at the remarks that the teacher made.
Friends? Wasting his talent by being here? Kyou didn't make eye contact and his grip on his pencil tightened for a moment. "I know what I'm doing here just fine. I have no need to be anywhere else--this is where I belong and I don't see any problems with it... I'm not like other kids. I have no purpose for life after I graduate here, really. Nothing other than what I always do, anyway," he thought. He gave a light shrug and said, "I have friends." He felt weird saying it, as he wasn't used to having friends, but it was undeniable. Even if most of the friends he had here were rarely ever around and it was rare that he did anything to interact with them, he would have felt himself mean to pretend they weren't his friends. Steven had been incredibly nice to him, and the two of them had seemed to have had a lot in common, and though Kyou didn't like to think of himself as normal and enjoying normal activities... he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the times he'd spent with Steven. "We just hardly have time for each other, and what's the problem with that?" He asked, implying that he rarely interacted with those few friends that he had. "Honestly, friends will just cause problems. I don't need friends, and though sometimes I secretly wish I had them, I know I don't even want them, really." Under his breath he'd mumble, "I'd hate to do something like that."
He wouldn't address the fact of him not fitting in and seeming too smart to be staying in a school like this, but he had a hard time doing so anyway. What could he say? There was no possible way for him to explain his true intentions to this man--it would defeat the whole purpose of everything he'd been working for the past five years. So instead, he would shrug and take the pen and paper from Hiroshi when they were handed to him. He'd set it down over the assignment he'd been working on and then started to make detailed lines--quickly sketching down a floor-plan of the school with such accuracy one could think he was a machine of sorts. "You said I'm wasting my talents by staying here. I was simply asking the same of you--why would a nice young man who I'd assume has a future--want to teach at a school like this? Not that I'm in any place to judge, really, but why? There's plenty of other, nicer, schools in New York." He held back the fact that he rather enjoyed the school and didn't genuinely think it was that bad of a place to be, and that as insane as it was, he'd be lying if he said he wanted to go to any other schools.
Really, he may not have seemed to fit in much, and among other students he really didn't, but he was positive that he had plenty of reason to be at this school. He didn't know what a nice teacher like Hiroshi was doing at the school, and it was possible that he just genuinely wished to try to make PHS 552 a better place, but were there other reasons? Kyou was curious if perhaps he'd gotten into trouble as a young teen once and now was serving his time by teaching at this school--or perhaps he was doing research for college to create a thesis about delinquent schools and their students. Kyou was curious if there was any other ulterior motive like that, though he would easily have taken a more simple answer. After all, he'd be a hypocrite if he didn't take the simple answer of, "I just want to be a teacher here." As much as he enjoyed his other job, he secretly wished to become a teacher at the school one day, too, though he knew he had to be open-minded should that not happen. But it wasn't a problem for him--he had another job opportunity that he enjoyed even more than teaching.
He would finish the neat and skilled sketch of the school map before flipping the paper over and drawing the map of the second floor of the school, adding "Floor 2" in the upper right-hand corner of the paper. As he listened to Hiroshi, he would quickly get on with the second map.
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Post by Hiroshi on Oct 31, 2015 15:43:34 GMT -5
It seemed friends were a problem here as he was kinda changing by every sentence. First he had friends then he didn't and didn't need them.. Then he kinda wish he had, and then he knows he didn't need them... It was pretty confusing but in the same time I was feeling his point but he felt kinda lonely. This kid was probably smarter then me but very confusing about himself and what he want. He did help me with the map as he started drawing the floor.
" You know being alone wont fix anything... It wont make things go away. If you wanna face the world alone you better have strong shoulders cause the weight is huge. "
He then went on about me being here and having a future, if he even knew I was a ex student here and did the most stupid things in these halls as well and I was here to bring it all down. Or at least change it for the better. If I could stop them here I could make sure I stopped them early and not when they are out of school grown and way bigger. I could not just tell this kid I was who knows if he could keep it to himself. For once in my life I tried to do something with a purpose and I would take one hell away.
" Sorry kid, but I know this school is one big piece of shit... It would probably best if it all just burned down. But then again I would hate to see kids like you burn down with it... "
I would grab the map as soon as he once done he even put down the second floor. This was pretty handy and the kid was a big help. Suchts a waste to have a kid like him being drawn to a place like this. I would pat him on the shoulder and walked over to my jacket to pick it up.
" Anything else you wanna tell me? "
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Oct 31, 2015 16:04:53 GMT -5
"I don't need things to go away," Kyou simply replied. "And it'd be pretty awful to deal with the world and see the ones you care about get hurt in the process. If you're alone, you don't have to worry about seeing the ones you care about get slaughtered. And when you die, you don't have to worry about anyone being upset." That was his logic. He couldn't deny he enjoyed his brief moments with what few friends he had, but ultimately he had to remind himself that friendship just caused pain for everyone, and it was for the best that he didn't deal with those things. "Besides," he said. "I've got other things to focus on."
He smirked at the next thing that the teacher said. "Burn it all down? That would just mean that the students would have lost one more thing in their lives, and they'd be forced to the streets which would just be worse. At least here they've got somewhere that they belong," Kyou argued mentally. "Honestly I'd be sad to see anyone go like that. But he doesn't even know anything about me, I'm quite the fugitive myself." He would shrug and look back to his assignments, going back to filling in the answers. He heard the man shuffle to grab his jacket after patting Kyou on the shoulder, and again the nerd looked up to glance at him.
"No, nothing in particular," Kyou answered. "Why? Is there anything else you need to know?" He asked, before also wondering, "Or were you just prying by that statement?"
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Post by Hiroshi on Oct 31, 2015 16:58:38 GMT -5
I get his view on things but thats a really negative and sad outlook on life and lonely as hell. I myself was alone but my view on things were kinda different then his but also abit the same as well. I could not have someone close at this point to risk either them being a target or them blowing my cover. But I do care about all people that have good intentions in life. I myself wanna start a family one day but right now I have to close a chapter in my life that's far from done.
" That view is pretty disturbing... But then again I hear this place changes people. I wont press you further on that matter if you rather be alone then I will respect that.."
A flashback just popped up in my head as I saw my mother laying on the floor and my dad sitting in his car, both dead and not breathing. I clenched my fist abit and shook it off and walked to my jacket.
I would be standing at my jacket after asking him if he wanted to share anything.. But he reversed the question to if I need to know anything more. This kid was pretty interesting to say the least as he was just trying to figure me out all this time.
" I'm just a new teacher remember, but I guess I would learn it all sooner or later. But just try and stay out of harms way... I would not like to see a kid like you in the cross fire. "
As i picked my jacket up something would drop out, but I was in time to recover it before it could be seen by the young kid but the sound that it made was metal...
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Oct 31, 2015 17:24:02 GMT -5
Disturbing? Was that what it was? Kyou would stare at his paper with a blank expression. Surely it wasn't the school that had changed him to be like that. He'd always been that way--disturbing. That was a new vocabulary word to add to his many descriptions, and the thought hadn't crossed his mind too often, but he couldn't deny it. "I've always been 'disturbed'," he muttered. To him, it was one of the entire reasons why he was at the school. As he tried to recall his earliest history he could recall some more normal things--but even then he was always a little obsessed with weird things that most children found no interest in. "I'm perfectly fine with communicating with people," Kyou said, still inert and staring at his paper. "It's just that I'm against getting attached."
His eyes darted to the direction of the noise as something metal clashed with the ground, and instantly he recognized the noise. He looked at Hiroshi with a serious gaze, knowing very well what had been dropped. "Then I suggest that you keep your distance from me," Kyou retorted to the last thing he said. "Staying out of harm's way is the one thing I've always been bad at." He frowned as he recalled memoirs of his past--the images of scientists in their lab coats. The boy lowered his gaze and turned his head back to his paper, not wishing to reveal any secret messages from the expression on his face.
He recalled vividly the images of blood dripping down his arms as he was cut for experiments. The sickening feeling of chemicals running through his veins, and the pain inflicted upon him as punishment for yelling too much or trying to run. Even in more recent times he always seemed to get into trouble--like the time he'd nearly been cut in half. Another when he had to solve a crime of murder, and one of his earlier memories of the school when he had to take down a woman who was trying to strangle a girl to death...
"If that's what I think it is," Kyou said, referring to the metal object that had been dropped, he continued, "then you should get a holster for it so it doesn't fall out so much. Even a teacher would get into trouble for having something like that on their persons."
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