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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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The Other Football [Fleur]
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Post by Mr. A on Nov 2, 2015 3:12:18 GMT -5
 Takehiro was out at the field today with one of his classes. Thirty minutes into the period, the game was finally getting intense, and Takehiro was playing the role of the overzealous coach. After every good play from either time, he'd cheer like a mad man, encouraging the players and pushing them to play even harder. Of course, after bad ones, he would do a 180, screaming at the top of his lungs to force the team to realize their mistakes. Of course, being the guy he is, the most he'd ever yell is something like "COME ON!" or "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!" Oh, the sheer profanities this man let slip from his mouth.
After one particularly bad play, a student tripped over the ball and landed on his knee, severely injuring his leg over a rookie mistake. Takehiro blew his whistle and ran out to the field, immediately retrieving the kid and running him out to the sidelines, where he would call the nurses to retrieve and check on him. It wasn't the first time something like this happened, however, so he called his kids over to the side with him, where he intended to beat some sense into their heads. The more reckless they played, the more likely it was they were all going to get hurt. Encouragement, disparagement, or otherwise, Takehiro would need to find a way to minimize these injuries.
"Alright, kids," he started, sighing as the group came in. "Tony's fucked. His leg's all messed up. You kids keep playin' the way you are and it's bound to happen to you all, too. So let's pull our heads out of our asses, stay focused, and play the damn game the way it's meant to be played. Got it?" It was a little more harsh than he'd ever been before, and it seemed to strike reason into the heads of the children. At least, as far as he could tell. So they simply nodded and response, and Takehiro promptly responded by telling them to fuck off and continue playing the game.
The man watched as they all ran back out to the field, and he just shrugged and started rolling out his shoulders. His interest in the game was lost, to say the least, so his eyes started scanning the field, and everything around them out of boredom. He needed something, someone, to make today just a little more interesting. Little did he know what a turning point today would be for him...
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Post by Fleur Blaise on Nov 2, 2015 4:52:31 GMT -5
| Fleur's eyes gleamed while she bounced on the soles of her feet. A sheet of paper was clasped tightly in her hands, and it was only spared a few glances before she chucked it to one side. Pausing only to pull on a pair of sunglasses, she headed to the field.
The principal talked too much, and she had to endure that old man's words before she could head out to the school. Pursuing her reddish lips into a displeased smile, her fingers ran through her hair to pull it up into a ponytail as she muttered a few profanities under her breath. Observing a lesson be damn; she knew what she wanted to do, and anyone that told her otherwise can go to hell.
Entirely disregarding her supposed schedule for the day, her eyes surveyed the school field and landed on another teacher with a mop of shocking blonde hair, and a body that was a little too perfect for her to consider, for even a split second, to give up a closer surveillance of.
That old man did tell her to observe lessons.
Her face was a porcelain cup, upturned; and her interest was unbearably piqued. Treading her way over to him, she opened her mouth.
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Post by Mr. A on Nov 2, 2015 5:15:05 GMT -5
It wasn't long before the large man's eyes eventually fell upon one who could only reasonably be described as aesthetic perfection. They widened as he took in the sight of her, almost entirely forgetting his current surroundings. To his side, young men wrestled with one another for balls and made vain attempts at scoring - an admittedly boring sight to behold - yet before him was an angel he never had the pleasure of seeing before. Now that he had, however, well... simply put, he was going to make the most of this encounter.
"Well hello there, Miss," Takehiro responded, holding out a hand to greet the lady. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Truth be told, Takehiro had no idea if the woman before him happened to be a teacher or a student, though the entirety of his being desired the former be true. There would be no fairness in life if such a beauty happened to fall under the category of those he could not legally socialize with outside of the school. |
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Post by Fleur Blaise on Nov 2, 2015 5:46:01 GMT -5
You are back in my dreams.
Broken bones
and empty screams.
| She had constructed her face entirely to please and appeal to those that were unfortunate enough to cast their eyes upon her. It took her hours in the morning, and in her opinion, it was entirely worth it. Fleur wasn't shy--her entire attention was focused on Takehiro, as though he was the most fascinating thing in the world.
There were no man that didn't desire for them to be reflected in her eyes, Fleur thought, as she curled her lips in amusement. They were easy; too easy to dangle on a string and would consent to be pat about, like a ball of yarn. It was all appearances, and it was all devastatingly easy to perfect.
She regarded him with cool interest, her reactions slightly muted as her eyes wandered down the curve of his neck, through his muscular shoulders, to the innocent folds of his blue jersey, and finally rested on his shoes that were laced tightly together. It didn't take a genius to understand that he was the Physical Education's teacher, but Fleur didn't want to give him an immediate answer. Not quite yet.
"I'm the new student." She lied and willed herself to flush in embarrassment, and she dropped her eyes to wander about the other students. "And I received orders, as of 3:37:08am today, to infiltrate this school and arrest a teacher's heart."
Even so, she took a teasing step back from him, and her gray eyes finally flitting back to rest upon his blue ones. Her clothes was fitting for the occasion; they were utterly revealing, and she ensured that they would hung mockingly low, in part exposure of her bosom, yet coupled with a face that seemed to not know of desire.
She could be a fine student, under a good hand.
Other people are not medicine.
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Post by Mr. A on Nov 2, 2015 6:01:16 GMT -5
It would not have been difficult for the young woman to snare her "teacher." No, she truthfully was one of, if not the most, physically appealing women he'd ever laid his eyes upon. Those cerulean orbs danced around her figure, from her doll-like face, down to her neck and her collarbone. Almost gleefully, they gazed down at her bosom and her waist, timed well enough with her words that they made the giant chuckle softly. As her lips curled in amusement, so too did his own, and he cocked a rather curious brow.
"Arrest a teacher's heart, you say?" he inquired with mock wonder. "I must ask how it is you plan to go about such a thing." That grin of his widened, though he was quite disappointed in the fact that she was a student. Nevertheless, he could control himself. Not that he lacked the ability, but whether or not he did, he would still have to.
Despite his disappointment, her status as a student - a new one, at that - meant the blond had at least one opportunity to make the most of. While he did find her current outfit quite pleasing to the eye, he was required to get her a uniform. And he would do so, should she choose to take his hand that yet remained outstretched.
"I don't suppose you've gotten your uniform yet either, have you?"
He knew the answer, of course. Thoughts unfamiliar to him ran through his mind at the potential outcomes of the scenario, though he would be forced to ignore the vast majority of them. Primitive desires aside, he did have a job to do. It didn't matter how much he attractive he found the woman before him, he still had to help her into new clothes. It just so happened, circumstance wound up in his favor. |
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Post by Fleur Blaise on Nov 2, 2015 6:17:36 GMT -5
You are back in my dreams.
Broken bones
and empty screams.
| She blinked a couple of times and pouted, hovering her hand close to his before it fell to her side rather uselessly. She had wished then, with a profundity that surprised even her, that she could have someone to confide into. Her body seemingly sunk into his eyes like a brick streaming abrasively through water, but there were no desire to extricate herself from the current situation she faced.
Walking deliberately around him to face the students that were beginning to glance over, she spoke to him, despite her eyes disinterestedly falling from his face. The playful tension dissipated too quickly, and when she spoke, her voice was flat.
'I lied. I'm the new Physical Education teacher, and I'm here to take the job from the old, and incompetent one." Her lips curled again, but it still carried a ghost of a taunt.
Other people are not medicine.
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Post by Mr. A on Nov 2, 2015 6:28:37 GMT -5
Put simply, Takehiro was confused at the change in her tone. He was unsure as to whether or not he'd said, or done, something to displease this woman, and his grin quickly turned to a frown. He did not linger on it, however. Instead, he continued to appreciate the view as she walked around him, eyes hovering contentedly over her back and rear. With her positioned the way she was right now, he didn't quite mind her change in tone. After all, she was still a sight to behold.
By now, it would be painfully obvious that all of the students in the field had completely forgotten about their game of football, and huddled in a conglomerate to ogle this new student, or teacher, or whatever it was she continued to pretend to be. Some wore cat-like grins upon their faces, others wore almost completely blank expressions, and the jaws of many fell to the floor in both disbelief and appreciation. It wasn't every day they got to see a model walk on the field, after all.
"Oh? Incompetent? Is that so?" Rather than offended, Takehiro seemed amused, almost terribly so. Once again that smile forced its way onto his lips, and he stopped admiring the girl's figure. Stepping out in front of her and looking to her with eyes that only read an intense mixture of various emotions, he may have, indeed, taken the bait. "I assume you're going to show me just how much better at my job you are. I'd love to see, of course. We could play a game, if you like." |
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Post by Fleur Blaise on Nov 2, 2015 6:53:39 GMT -5
Like starting war, Like spilling ink. Like the empty street You swore you saw Before you blinked. There's no second thought, There's no turning back. There's no calling off This avalanche. Every day, now spent Underneath white flags. Every intention, eclipsed By every stain of the past. -- All is fair in love & war
"Deary me." Fleur said, with a hint of false shock in her voice. "I was under the impression that we were already playing a game."
Whipping around, she walked up swiftly towards him, such that they were face to face... well, face to chest. She was speaking mainly to his chest, but her voice was powerful, and her body was barely an inch away from his.
The air was pleasant and cool, but the atmosphere switched drastically. Her mood shifted quickly too, as though she was sifting through different hues of vocabulary to lacerate him with, and to enchant him with. Everything seemed to drop in their warmness; the mood became one that would send an inferior lady flustered with the challenge presented.
"I do believe," Fleur drawled slowly, "That something could be arranged."
Her right hand struck out and slammed against the basketball. It flew out of his hands, should he not react, and she had ensured that she struck with enough force to send the ball flying past the both of them, into the distasteful field of gaping students.
Letting out a delightful laugh, her hand clawed the band holding her hair up, and her hair fell in ripples around her shoulders, to her waist as she pursued the ball. The students were of nothing to her, and she was determined, albeit being mildly disappointed at his passive reply, to reach the ball before he could blink. There's no argument- Fairness is a ghost. There's no argument- It is a rare bird at the most. But every sighting is proof. And every heart-beat proves it too: That only love can change the shape Of such permanent truths. Of such permanent truths. Such permanent truth. ulla |
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Post by Mr. A on Nov 2, 2015 7:08:50 GMT -5
Her words were challenging, yet her voice was alluring. As she closed the distance, he could feel his breaths get shorter, only ever so slightly. The difference would be negligible to most, but to him it was a grand one indeed. There remained but an inch between the two, and he glanced down at her, that grin never leaving his lips. Based on the way she'd carried herself this entire time, he was expecting an outright declaration of a challenge, something explicit and incomparably obvious. However, her next action did take him by surprise.
Movement. Light, quick. With the small distance between the two and her sheer speed, he had no time to even contemplate reacting, which startled Takehiro. The ball he held with him this entire time was struck from his grasp, causing his arm to fall limp at his side. Within moments, the woman burst toward the ball, and as she passed him, he had only the chance to turn and keep his eyes on her. However, even with his skill, such a feat proved difficult. She wasn't just fast, she was one of the fastest people he'd ever seen.
And that only served to excite the titanic athlete even further.
Springing after her, Takehiro made up for the difference in speed through the difference in height. His strides were considerably longer, and he propelled his body forward with each step he took. Still, it was hardly enough to overtake her. All he managed to do was stay on her tail - but even then, he was losing ground.
About the time the woman would have reached the ball, Takehiro would leap forward with enough force that the ground beneath his feet gave way, shooting debris into the air as his cleats ripped through it. With one hand outstretched, he would strike down at the ball, assuming he could reach her before she took off once again. If he did so, it would slam down upon the ground harshly, before rocketing into the air at heights many people would believe unreasonable. From there, if he did succeed, Takehiro would jump high into the air, in an attempt to grasp the ball before her.
The challenge was on, now, and the fact that she could clearly keep up with him physically meant that Takehiro was going to have more fun than he'd had in a long, long time. |
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Post by Fleur Blaise on Nov 2, 2015 8:13:45 GMT -5
You are back in my dreams.
Broken bones
and empty screams.
| Feeling a wave of impending boredom dawn menacingly upon her, Fleur barely turned her head when she heard the man slamming his body onto the floor. She didn't flinch--the idea that his body was colliding firmly against the hardened ground only made him that attractive. Looks were irrelevant then; her boredom was the only thing she wished to address.
Her hand reached out, before he could smack the ball, and her muscles tensed, as she slapped the ball, with her hand, right into his face.
She wasn't trying to score with the basketball--she wanted a chance to display her abilities, and that was it. She did, and right now, she was mind-numbingly bored. He ceased to be handsome to her. His looks were crumbling away, and flicking her eyes at him with disinterest, she turned her back to him and dimpled sweetly at the students.
"Fleur." At the very least, he would know her name. Considering the circumstances, he should have his fair share of entertainment for the day. Her interest was like a tidal wave, it receded drastically after enveloping him, and it would remain receded, until something were to shake it back once more.
Her disappointment became exceedingly blatant after a few seconds, as she awkwardly toed the ground, watching mud pile themselves gleefully onto her feet. Her clothes clung to her like second skin. She was free of sweat, and she didn’t know what to think, nor do in such a situation.
How does one fully explain boredom, before placing them in delicate words that could be sent, in light, airy bubbles that would float off to a heart, and burst upon it cruelly? There were no such way to state things kindly, and as such, regret was piling, bit by bit on her pale face.
The universe must have been thoroughly ruthlessly, forcing an attractive young man upon her, before wildly declaring that her interest would be snatched by them, shaken up into bits and pieces, before it was delivered back to her. It stated icily that this man could not enrapture her, and her enchantment was far too well-placed upon him. He was too ensnared, too preoccupied, and enjoying himself too much, for her to be entirely distrustful of his intentions. Yet, fate deemed that should she ever chanced across a fairly amicable person that did not make harsh advances, her interest would crash like the cause of the Great Depression; layers upon layers, mounds on mounds, and agony over fury.
Opening her mouth, she would steady herself by stabilizing her footing, before pulling her hair delicately over the ebony rubber band snapped upon her wrist. She would gaze on him, on the pleasantness of his facial features, down the bulging muscles that were finely shaped, and finally rested on the same shoes her eyes had rested on before. She wasn’t lost for words. She was never lost for words, and despite the fact that she only knew so much in certain languages, she didn’t necessarily need her Swedish skills to articulate her emotions in English.
She did attempt to know certain, seductive phrases in many, but speaking Swedish to him would be far from helpful. Aside from that, the only Swedish phrases preoccupying her mind at the moment was “Do you sell anything aside from pickled fish?” and “if you wrap me in furs, I can pretend to be your little fuzzy bear.”
Yes. They weren’t helping.
Her desire for him to hold her had returned after a while, but her interest didn’t quite venture back. It lurked in the darker edges of her mind, and slunk away from her reach, disgruntled by her internal admiration of how he would look above her. However, words must be said, and actions should be performed quickly, be it unpleasant.
"Pleasure to meet your acquaintance...blondie." She didn't bother inquiring his name. Social etiquette wasn't something she attained, and after years of strained smiles, forced submission and utter, false adoration emitting from her to entertain her family's guests, she had dropped social etiquette entirely.
With that, she pivoted on her heel and stalked off.
Other people are not medicine.
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Post by Mr. A on Nov 2, 2015 8:41:09 GMT -5
How could Takehiro properly vocalize, or even imply, what it was he was looking for in this moment? There was so little time to react, and yet he felt as though his eagerness to combat her in such a way spoke volumes more than anyone could say given hours to explain oneself. He desired a capable opponent, though that was a word he would use rather lightly. This woman, this total stranger, she had, for but a moment, totally ensnared the blond male with what initially seemed like so little effort. In what few moments he'd spent with her, Takehiro was introduced to a plethora of unfamiliar experiences and qualities that left him incapable of responding like he normally would, or could. The woman was physically flawless, with a doll-like face that didn't seem entirely devoid of emotion; her sultry voice made him feel weak, and wracked his brain as he attempted to find the words necessary to retain her interest; more than just a pretty face, the woman was physically capable of feats that were on par with, if not far surpassed, what he himself was capable of.
It didn't take a genius to figure out the woman was a ten out of ten. At least, initially, she seemed as such.
As the rubber collided laughably with his face, Takehiro's heels dug into the grass and he skidded several yards forward before friction finally took its full effect on his momentum. He looked back to glance at the ball, which rolled away slowly, each bounce getting less and less air, almost akin to his expectations in this encounter. There was a change in the woman's voice, and it was easily recognizable. She was bored of this. Without a second thought, in a split-second decision, she decided it wasn't worth continuing. Had she proven the point she wished to prove? He failed to think so. Even if she had, in her own mind, was that enough? To him, it was not.
"... Pleasure," he replied as the girl turned on her heel and began to leave. He was, of course, disappointed to a degree he did not think he would see this day. He desired something thrilling, something that would, for once, force the giant to work up a sweat. Of course, her looks and voice were enough to make her inexplicably alluring, but this was to be the icing on the cake, if you will. Everything before this seemed to be an appetizer leading to the main course, only, by the time he finally reached the main course, it was cold and dry, and taken from his grasp.
"That's all? Can't say I'm impressed," he goaded, both in mock taunt and a legitimate desire to see if she could, or would, continue this game they had. He hardly expected it, however. And should she choose not to, he knew he would continue to be disappointed for quite some time. After all, no one ever liked going through the rising conflict of a story, just to have it end before the climax.
Should she choose not to change her mind, Takehiro would be forced to return to the lesson at hand, albeit slightly vexed. This Fleur, she would certainly remain prominently in his mind. Whoever she was, she walked freely around the school, and Takehiro was going to make it a point to find out more about her once his free period came around. |
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Post by Fleur Blaise on Nov 5, 2015 22:03:17 GMT -5
You are back in my dreams.
Broken bones
and empty screams.
| She pressed her hands against a classroom door, located at the side of the field, before she paused. She had remembered how the gates burst open in a shower of metal flakes, onto a long, dark, and overgrown drive that led to a magnificent mansion, hidden away jealously, by her… sponsor.
He was obscenely drunk, and his hands were wandering about her body. He caressed her thigh, triumphant that he could clinch her, before parading her about like a prized doll to his equally deranged acquaintances. Giddy with the admiration he had attained, he proceeded to latch on to her hand, guarding her with the utmost caution, to ensure that the source of his admiration was still intact.
She grew bored by his vices, and his routine left a bitter taste in her mouth. Far from thrilled, she’d observed him from afar, indifferent to his desperation. He had money, and that was where her loyalties lay.
He reminded her of that vulgar elder. However, that elder seized her with his wrinkly fingers. Takehiro, however, seized her with his taunts, and forced her into a state of uncertainty. She hadn’t known how to react then; she didn’t know how to react now.
The students were still gawking at her, when she paused and turned around. Her mind was whirling, struggling to find out an appropriate reply to his taunt. Her face was unusually taut, and her lips hid her gritted teeth. Her fist clenched, and she felt unbearably furious.
Her fury was misdirected, and it wasn’t remotely reasonable for her to lash out at him the way she did. If she did lash out, students would have send rumours far and wide, before she could speak. By then, she would have landed into quite a lot of trouble that she didn’t want to resolve, not even with sweet talks, sultry looks, and shows of feminine vulnerability.
They made her hurl.
Swallowing the bile in her throat, her finger toyed with the stray strand of thread that fell from her skirt. Her heart thumped a few beats, while she stood resolutely still, her mind awry with wrath and confusion.
Gradually, she fumbled into her pocket for the slip of paper that she threw out. Glancing at the crumpled piece of paper that’s across the field, her heart skipped a beat. She didn’t like the idea of having to walk out there, past him, through the multitude of students for a simple piece of paper. The notion of that made her sick.
It was the first week of November, and despite the golden and scarlet leaves that adorned the ground, the sun was still disgustingly high up, accompanied by a chilling wind that swept its hand through her hair, and down her back. It became curiously silent for her, with reticent shouts and sober cheering. It was odd-none of the people scattered on the field seemed to be making any noises whatsoever.
Walking past Takehiro, her face flushed a deep crimson, as she refused to look at him in the face. Grabbing the piece of paper lying all too innocently on the floor, she flattened it out in her palm, and hesitated.
Looking back at him, she stopped herself from saying much, and walked away.
Other people are not medicine.
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Post by Rire-chan on Dec 17, 2015 1:31:36 GMT -5
Graded for November.
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