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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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Fiery Passion on the Dancefloor [Open]
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Nov 8, 2015 21:27:57 GMT -5
Finally. Hemera had let Nyka take the lead for the night, needing a breather. Nyka sure did love it when Hemera let her take over. It was like a fresh breath of air flowing through her body after being so cooped up inside. Taking a deep breath, Nyka could smell the various food vendors on the street selling their products. Burgers, hot dogs, gyros... they all smelled so delectable. As Nyka walked in her black heels, she could even smell the sweat and grime of the city. Well, she was in a down-and-dirty area. "Nyka, please go easy tonight. Last time had me sick for two days," asked a shushed Hemera. All Nyka did was shrug and grin. Hemera knew how Nyka partied. The air was a bit chilly but that was all going to end as soon as she.... Ah! Nyka stopped in front of a club located in an alley. Trap music caused the air to vibrate along with the beat of the bass. Nyka took in another deep breath and sighed in ecstasy. It had been a month since Nyka had been inside one of these clubs. They livened her soul, her being... Without further delay, she walked directly towards the bouncer, ignoring the entire line of people waiting to get in. 'I guess this is a popular club,' thought Nyka. Without missing a step, she flashed her fake ID at the man and walked past. She could hear several men and women outside protesting the entrance and the bouncer motioned to grab at her, but Nyka had already grabbed a wristband from the man's pocket while walking by and was lost to the crowd. It was hot inside. The dance floor was packed with people grinding on one another to the beat of the music blaring from the loudspeakers. Others lined the bar and the seating areas surrounding the perimeter above the dance floor. Nyka hadn't been to this particular club and she loved how the dance floor was down a set of stairs. She could only assume it was meant to make people get closer to one another and 'click' together. But, first things, first. Nyka headed straight for the bar and ordered two shots of Patron silver with a Dr. Pepper chaser. Her long white hair was pulled up into a ponytail for tonight, but she could still feel the tail end of her hair tickling the bottom of the back. While she waited for her drinks she looked around then down at herself to make sure nothing improper was showing. "Purple crop top...okay, nothing's poking out there.... Skirt...nothing there either. I'm good," she muttered to herself. "Miss, your shots and drink," yelled the bartender over the loud music. Nyka nodded and paid up, taking one shot in hand immediately and throwing it back. Oooooh the burn. Once more, she took up the liquor and poured it down, chasing it with the glass of Dr. Pepper. Turning around, she took another look around to ensure there were no threats to ruin her good time. Grinning, she began to walk towards the dance floor and thought, 'IT'S TIME.' Joining the dancing group was easy enough. Most of them were so intolerant of alcohol, they had only had a few drinks and were blubbering all over themselves. Some were uncoordinated, but others were dancing quite well. In the corners of the dancing pit, there were raised platforms. That was where she was headed. Sliding along different people, feeling the sweat and heat from others excited her more. Nyka's earlier observation even showed that there were drugs being traded here on the upper floors in the shady corner. What did she care though? The energy of the place was what got her high enough. Finally, she reached the corner she wanted and climbed up, immediately swaying to the beat. "Finally," Nyka sighed once more, getting more into the beat.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Nov 11, 2015 3:31:21 GMT -5
The roar of an engine could be heard, shattering the peaceful silence, as a dark shape could be seen barreling down the road, coming closer and closer, as a motorcycle came into view, eventually racing past the club, as inside the club, after getting a drink, a figure could be seen leaning up against the bar backwards, holding the glass by the top near the rim, elbows resting on top of the counter behind him.
Kazuya was a little surprised, clubs weren't really his thing, but when the alternative was training on a Friday night, hell, why not. Also, being that is was a night club, and not a training dojo or school, Kazuya was not dressed in his usual outfit, he had dressed up for the occasion. Occasionally sipping at his drink, appearing like he didn't give a damn... which he didn't, as the dress shirt and tie he wore was unbuttoned and loosened at the top, the scars on his neck bone and chest were completely visible.
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Nov 11, 2015 17:55:11 GMT -5
Sweat began to bead along her fevered skin as the music continued on. The bass could be felt through her entire body. She hadn't felt this way in quite some time. The music slowed and quieted until the air was filled with music from Noisia. The soft beginning caused Nyka to slow her dancing, hips slowly swaying to the new beat. She ran her hands across the curves of her body and up through her hair, letting the strands fall between her fingers. As the beat dropped, she noticed another woman on the floor right below her yelling at her to get off. Nyka simply rolled her eyes and looked up at the sky, enjoying the beat. Then, she felt a hand tugging on her left calf. Growling, she yelled as loud as the music, "MOVE!" Bystanders around the woman looked up and saw Nyka's face. Some of them moved to make room, others didn't. The woman was one that didn't move. How stupid of her. How stupid of them all. Mainly her target was the female trying to defy her. She'll learn though. Pulling her left leg free, she turned to the wall and placed her left foot on the wall. Taking a breath, she pushed up from her left and planted her right foot on the wall as well. Nyka pushed from the wall with her right foot, arcing in the air gracefully. For a moment, she flew radiant under the probing colored lights. In the next instant, she landed behind the offending woman on all fours. She took her right leg and swept it under the woman, knocking her off of her feet and onto the floor. They were both hidden by the dancing bodies. Grabbing her hair, Nyka wrenched the woman's head back. The poor female yipped in pain and Nyka was glad she was the one to cause it. Coming close to her ear, Nyka growled, "Don't you ever....ever fuck with me like that. You see me again? You better run far, far away. The next time I see you and you try something like that, I may just fuck you up beyond recognition. Get out of here, bitch." Nyka climbed off and made her way back towards the stairs to the bar. Now, she had a sway in her hips that only was brought by absolute confidence and heat. Heat of the battle, that is. She felt like the baddest bitch in the place. Looking up, Nyka noticed a man that hadn't been there before. He was quite attractive, if she did say so herself. Those scars that danced under the lights intrigued her more than anything. Moving up next to him, Nyka called out, "Hey, bartender! Get me another two tequila, a Vegas, liquid marijuana, and whatever this guy wants." She pointed towards the man next to her and bumped him softly with her hip. "So. What brings you here to this kind of club dressed like that?" Her Vegas and a tequila shot arrived and she quickly sucked them down, waiting for an answer.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Nov 11, 2015 20:27:41 GMT -5
Briefly glancing over to one of the raised platforms situated in the corners of the dance floor as the sounds of a commotion mingled with the loud music reached his ears, his eyes would dart over to the woman that had been yelling at another girl to get off, then to the girl on the raised platform, and then back to the woman. He thought about warning her, but found it wasn't worth the time or effort, as he heard the girl yell loudly after her left calf was grabbed by the woman, in an attempt to pull her off. In the background, her friends were palming their faces or hiding their faces in their hands, this was not going to end well. And they were right.
In one swift motion, the girl would push off of the wall and in an arc, would land behind the woman, who would end up tumbling to the floor seconds later, Kazuya losing sight of them by the dancing bodies. Ouch. That was going to leave a mark. After a few minutes of what he assumed was a scuffle, he would see her friends swarming and rushing to her side as the woman was left to her own devices by the girl. By this time, Kazuya had lost interest and was back to sipping on his drink. Glancing briefly to the side as the girl came over and moved up next to him, he would finish the rest of his drink before setting the glass down on the counter.
"Give me a bottle of sake, if you have it. If not, just a shot of tequila."
Feeling his hip being slowly bumped, he would glance at the girl from the corner of his eye, as a slight smirk slowly formed on his face, tugging at the corners of his mouth. This girl was outspoken, and said whatever she wanted it seems, though Kazuya didn't really mind or care. His bottle of sake arriving, the bartender placing a shot glass down beside it, opening the bottle, Kazuya would pour himself a shot and down it in one swift motion.
"It was either go to a club, or train on a Friday night... Although I could train later tonight. You've never seen a guy dressed in a suit in a night club before? Though I could ask you the same...?"
He didn't know her name obviously.
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Nov 11, 2015 21:31:54 GMT -5
Waving a hand in the air, Nyka grinned. "Training does suck, doesn't it? Especially on a Friday night like this. My training is fun as hell, though." She paused for a moment to shoot her second tequila and sip her liquid marijuana. The chilly drink ran smooth down her throat. Coconut rum was the best. It had a citrus note to the drink as well. "To answer your second question, no." She turned around to face the crowd once more, elbows on the edge of the bar. "With this kind of music and this kind of bar, I wouldn't expect a handsome fellow like you to waltz in here dressed even remotely in a suit. Nice slacks and a shirt is cutting it close. But a suit?" Nyka turned to grab at his tie. She wanted to twirl it between her fingers. She hoped it felt like silk. He looked like a silk kind of guy. "What kind of training do you do?" "Would you ask his name at least?" exclaimed Hemera, her uptight voice ringing through her head. "FINE," Nyka replied silently. "By the way, my name is Nyka. What's yours?" she asked, staring into his strange gray eyes. She hadn't seen this particular shade of gray before. It was even more intriguing.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Nov 12, 2015 0:49:32 GMT -5
"... It depends on the type of training you're doing though."
For Kazuya, his training was not only something he did daily, but was something he didn't mind doing. It was, by no means easy, that was for sure, consisting of 500 one thumb push-ups, 500 one leg squats, and a 5 mile run, but it was because he wanted to get stronger, that he went through his training every morning. Placing his shot glass down on the counter, glancing down at the girl from the bottom of his peripheral vision as he saw her grab his tie, it was indeed silk, high quality too.
"... My name is Kazuya, and my training is simply martial arts training. I train every morning in my dojo. That's all."
Staring back into Nyka's pale green eyes, a half bored or asleep look on his face, whichever was interpreted first, never breaking eye contact with her even once, he would reach back and grabbing the bottle of sake and his shot glass, would refill it, though he would not down it right away, instead holding the glass by the rim.
"... And what kind of training do you then? You said your training was fun."
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Nov 12, 2015 14:04:31 GMT -5
Nyka took another sip of her drink and set it down, the new song throbbing through the air. "Well, I try out a lot of things. I do enjoy Zumba. I also do crossfit a few days a week. And in my free time, I'll go and parkour." She waggled a finger in his direction. "Now, mind you, I'm still relatively new." She winked and stole another sip of her drink. Truth was, she loved Zumba and crossfit. It kept her body fit and in shape. Parkour helped also. She learned the basics from one of the guys she ran with on the streets for a couple years and had built on it. Yeah, she had fibbed to him about being new, but who hated a cute girl for acting all innocent? Hemera and Nyka had to use those skills among others they had learned from their crew of thieves. It had gotten them out of quite a few binds, especially on a few heists. Nyka looked back at Kazuya and saw he wasn't especially interested in the conversation. "If you want, I can leave you alone, Kazy," stated Nyka, turning her head towards the direction of the dancing crowd below. The DJ really was on fire tonight.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Nov 12, 2015 17:35:01 GMT -5
Although Kazuya's expression conveyed he seemed disinterested in the conversation, it was quite the opposite in fact. Hearing the type of training she did mildly interested him, since the majority of those he knew that trained, mainly did martial arts or some form of fighting style training. A slight smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth after seeing her wink, when she turned back to face him, though his expression remained the same, minus the smirk, she would've seen that he had moved slightly closer to her, his drink still in his hand. Reaching out with his free hand, if she let him, he would take hold of her chin and gently turn her head back to him.
"... You can stay if you want. I don't really mind your company, to be perfectly honest. If I seem disinterested, I apologize. You're quite an interesting girl. Most people I know train in martial arts mainly."
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Nov 12, 2015 21:12:33 GMT -5
Nyka would feel a hand on her chin and her immediate reaction was to start defending herself. It was just the way she was taught to survive these past 5 years. She took a moment and noticed it was Kazuya that was holding her chin, slowly turning her head towards him. When he told her he mostly only knew people that practiced marital arts, she simply laughed aloud. "Really? If you think about it, how far can martial arts alone take you?" she questioned. "Yes, you can increase your stamina and speed, but what about the situations that you need flexibility?" Grabbing a hold of her ponytail, she began to twirl the thick length around her hair. Nyka finished her drink and sighed contently. It was beginning to get late and some of the patrons had already begun to leave the club, mostly drunk off their asses. Now the issue was sneaking back out before that bouncer recognized her. For Christ's sake, she was the only one in this place with completely white hair that was as long as hers was. She turned back to Kazuya and asked, "By the way, do you know anything about that place called PHS #552? Any rumors or anything about it that's interesting?" She was still relatively new and she needed intel.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Nov 13, 2015 4:02:54 GMT -5
Gently releasing Nyka's chin after turning her head to face him, resting his elbow back on the counter, while she was correct that martial arts increased your strength and stamina, there was also a level of flexibility needed in the continuous strive to attain mastery of the various techniques. If a person was not flexible, how did you expect them to be able to execute the various kicks? Lifting his glass up, Kazuya would down the entire shot of sake in one swift motion, before gently placing the glass back down on the counter.
"There's more to martial arts than just simply launching a few punches and yelling 'Ki-yah.' Over the years I've practiced Karate, I've become pretty flexible, either wise I would not be able to execute any of the kick techniques properly, and just end up hurting myself."
Pulling his phone out and checking the time, seeing it was starting to get late as he refilled his glass, finishing off the last of the sake, after putting his phone back in sleep mode and downing the last of the sake, he would glance slightly over at Nyka, raising one eyebrow slightly. Yet another student possibly attending Public High School #552 it seemed. Kazuya himself was close to graduating, just a few more credits, and that diploma was his.
"... Of course I do, I'm currently attending Public High School #552. Rumor-wise, there hasn't been too much excitement lately, though peace never sticks around long when it comes to the school. There have been rumors of a terrorist gang, called Orochi, whom I fought a member of, eyeing the school, though nothing is for certain. Why do you ask? Are you going to be or just started attending the school?"
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Nov 14, 2015 11:55:58 GMT -5
Waving a hand dismissively, Nyka answered, "Yeah, I am. Just starting that is. So far it's been nothing but a hassle. Still can't believe that stupid judge made me come here of all places." She....well, Hemera, had been born and raised in this city and Nyka was pretty sure if they went back to where it all started, they would find that vacant house. Of course it would be vacant. Nobody wanted a house with a multiple homicide committed inside. Plus, she had heard the house was left to her anyways. Shaking her head, Nyka blinked and looked back at Kazuya. "How is it there's a terrorist organization at the school? Or is this an outside cell with a target on the school itself? How is that?" She went to tug on his sleeve to motion for them to leave. Unless she wanted to duck out the back way, she had to leave now. "You fought with someone from that group? What was it like? Were you hurt? What kinds of moves did they make? What did you do to counter those moves?" Suddenly, Nyka was like a little schoolgirl drooling at her favorite lollipop. When it came to violence, it just got her going. "Nyka...we have to go. It's really late and I need sleep," groaned Hemera. "I'm getting there, baby cakes, just give me another hour," replied Nyka.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Nov 14, 2015 19:46:05 GMT -5
"They're an outside group targeting the school. At least, that's what I heard, though I can't say for sure."
Feeling her tug on his sleeve, he could take a hint, and pulling out his wallet and placing down enough money to pay for all the drinks, his included, after putting his wallet away, he would push off of the bar counter and start to head out of the club. Because of his build and height, he would inadvertently hide Nyka from view, and as he walked out of the club, if she stayed close to him, the bouncer wouldn't even catch a glimpse of her once.
"... Let me put it this way. If I didn't knock him out first, he would've ended up killing me instead. I didn't get hurt, though he did manage to land a hit to the back of my head. He tried to flatten me with shelves stocked with computer parts, but I managed to daze him in the most embarrassing way possible, then knocked him out with a punch to the back of his head."
Reaching his motorcycle by this time, opening the back compartment and pulling out his motorcycle helmet, Kazuya would lift it up and begin to pull it down over his head. It seemed like Nyka had no mode of transportation to get home, aside from walking... and if she even had a place to go home to, which Kazuya assumed she did.
"... Would you like a ride? I assume you want to go home, though you could also stay over at my place. It's pretty late after all. It's all up to you, I'll take you wherever you want to go."
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Nov 15, 2015 21:17:12 GMT -5
She was lucky that Kazuya was a perceptive guy. They made their way through the crowd and noticed Kazuya guarding her from view of the bouncer. Nyka grinned and jumped a little in delight. Another successful 'theft.' She certainly hadn't thought that he would pay her tab. It was...thoughtful of him. She listened to him as he explained his fight with a member of this Orochi group. Sounded exquisite. She could only hope to see him fight in person. Under those clothes? She could only imagine a body sculpted to perfect with not a lick of body fat from rigorous training. "NYKA STOP IT!" squealed Hemera. The sudden surprise from the train of thought caused the switch to happen. In a split second, her eyes went from green to a deep blue as Hemera took over. Blinking in slight surprise, Hemera walked up to Kazuya as he pulled his helmet out and asked if she needed a ride. Trying to maintain a certain kind of calmness, she said, "Honestly, I don't need one. But, you're offering, and I'm not one to turn down things if offered. I find it rude." She smiled slightly and waited for him to mount the sleek machine. "My housing isn't quite...home-like yet. I guess spending one night at your place wouldn't hurt." Simply saying that sentence made her blush intensely and she prayed that he didn't see. As she turned her face away, Hemera grabbed her long hair and began to braid it tightly.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Nov 16, 2015 16:13:24 GMT -5
Flipping the visor up after he had pulled his helmet on, one eyebrow would raise beneath his helmet as Kazuya saw her eyes, which were no longer green, but ice blue, as she walked up to him, though he wouldn't comment on it. Giving a slight nod of his head, he would reach into the seat compartment and pull out a second helmet, holding it out for her to take, and once she had, he would swing one leg over his motorcycle and climb on top of it. Though he would notice the intense blush that appeared on her face, he would say anything about, though he was mildly curious. She seemed like a whole different person, perhaps she had a split personality? It was none of his business though, so he wouldn't ask.
Waiting for her to get ready, once she had climbed on and situated herself, he would place the key in the ignition and turn the engine on, pulling out of the parking lot. For the next few minutes, the only sound that could be heard was his motorcycle engine, and soon after, he would pull up in front of his house, and after parking his motorcycle, he would switch the engine off, and wait for Nyka to climb off, before dismounting himself. Pulling his helmet off, he would stow it away back seat compartment and wait for her to pull hers off, and once she was ready, would lead the way after placing the second helmet away too. Pulling his key card out and tapping it against the card reader, he would then open the gate and head inside. Stepping up to the main door, Kazuya would pull the sliding door open, letting her go in first, before following in after her, closing the door behind him and remove his shoes at the entrance, setting them off to the side neatly, before stepping onto the cool wooden platforms.
"... Welcome to my home. It's not much to look at, but it serves me well. Feel free to make yourself at home. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Nov 17, 2015 15:42:09 GMT -5
Hemera had ridden on several motorcycles in past. They were the 'getaway' vehicle of choice back then. They were probably still using them. She had grabbed the helmet and took her hair down to braid it before placing the helmet on her head. Kazuya had started up the motorcycle and she hopped on behind him, careful not to get too close to his back. It would be embarrassing to have her breasts against his back. Just the thought had made her blush again under the helmet. When they arrived at his home and he stopped the bike, she was astonished at the large complex. It was a Japanese styled home. She hadn't seen one of these yet and she was eager to get inside. As they entered the sliding door, she saw him remove his shoes before continuing on to the wooden floors. Hemera nodded and removed her shoes as well, placing them neatly next to his. The floor was cool beneath her feet. Kazuya had told her to make herself at home and the first thing that popped in her head was from Nyka. "Why don't we make ourselves at home with you?" Another blush flushed across her face and she had to turn away, walking towards a set of stairs. Honestly, she was quite tired and she was ready for bed. But, she couldn't help but ask Kazuya, "So, how long have you owned this place? It's really gorgeous. I love it." She turned right and kept walking to another door that she slid open to reveal another room. It had a cushion on the floor for sitting on and some candles and such were displayed. Incense was also staged, though it was not lit. "What's this for?" She could only guess it was mediation of some sort or some freaky psychic stuff, but she felt it was only polite to ask.
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