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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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Another new student... [OPEN]
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Post by Amaterasu Tanako on Nov 10, 2015 21:00:19 GMT -5
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The motorcycle rumbled as it slowed at the gate, the rider straightening and sitting astride as the two police bikes slid to a stop on either side of her. The helmet turned left, then right, before the female slid off, pulling the helmet away, blonde hair cascading down her back as she dropped the helmet on the seat. "There. You boys feel like getting off my ass now I'm here and can't get away?" she said, gesturing at the Regulators already watching her.
The officers looked at each other, and the one on the right gave a wry grin. "Look here, girl. We just followed our orders, which were to ensure you arrived here with no detours. You wanna hold it against us, hold it against whoever put you here. And try not to cause trouble, hm?" she said, before both bikes rumbled away.
The blonde grimaced, and hoisted the duffel from across the back of the seat onto her shoulder, pulling a pair of sunglasses free and sliding them over her face as she headed toward the gate, flipping her keys around her finger and catching them against her palm, dropping them into the pocket on her hip, shaking her head. "Still can't believe the old man sent me here," she grumbled, nodding to the Regulator that approached, dropping the duffel for them to examine. "No weapons, but you can check if you want to." |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Nov 10, 2015 23:18:20 GMT -5
Strolling through the school compounds, Ira muttered a few choice words to herself. She didn't actually have anything to do, and her boredom was mounting by the moment. She needed to find something. Her pacing sped up, and she felt chills on her spine, before she headed to a corner.
Peeking out, she caught a sight of a blonde female, and she frowned as regulators surrounded her. She hadn't remember anyone conducting a check on her when she entered the school. However, she did blend in with the rest of the students; rumpled, ragged and disheveled.
"Wouldn't mind if I do." She interrupted a regulator, and snatched the bag for herself. She wasn't necessarily interested in searching the bag. She merely wanted to rile the regulators up, for entertainment sake.
She's going for cake after this. |
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Post by Amaterasu Tanako on Nov 11, 2015 0:40:31 GMT -5
The blonde's head jerked to the side slightly at the sudden approach, and her weight shifted left and back, away from the newcomer, even as her hands came together for a split second. One eyebrow rose from behind the sunglasses, and she wiped her hands together.
She knew she had nothing to worry about, the duffel only had clothing and necessary toiletries she would need for her extended stay here at the school. The only thing truly dangerous about her was attached to her, and couldn't very well be surrendered.
Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest, slipping her weight back and forth with some irregularity as she waited while the Regulators scolded the girl, and handed her back her duffel, along with the form including the rules of the school and the additional couple of regulations that were specifically for her benefit.
She nodded, slinging the duffel on her back again, and then turned to the other young woman, pulling the sunglasses from her face with a slight smirk. "You make it a policy to interfere with those guys? I'd think they wouldn't take too kindly to that, especially not from a student at this school." |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Nov 11, 2015 2:41:46 GMT -5
Scratching her head, Ira only gave a sheepish grin in response to the regulators lambasting her. Her eyes widened innocently, and she tilted her chin up to give a veneer of an utterly embarrassed student. She didn't want to look at them in the eye, or she might burst out laughing.
She did, however, burst out laughing when the regulators finally left the two girls alone. Her lips couldn't stop twitching, and she gradually mirrored the other girl's smirk.
"I usually keep out of their way, but they threw me out of the hall for interfering with a meeting, so I figured that some revenge is entirely called for." She grinned, before sticking her hand out.
"It's Conchita Maverick Esteban Julio Ricardo, La Hon La Si." She said, with a straight face.
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Post by Amaterasu Tanako on Nov 11, 2015 20:54:57 GMT -5
She snickered, and shook her head, taking the offered hand in a firm grip. "I can see that. I don't imagine having their job here is very easy. You sound a bit like me, actually." She quirked an eyebrow at the name, and shook her head. "Anything shorter you prefer to go by? I'm Amaterasu Tanako, but most people call me Tanako."
She glanced over, watching the Regulators return to their posts, and groaned. "Please tell me they're not that annoying with people like me all the time. It wasn't my fault he died. I swear, it was the doctors' fault." |
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Post by yu on Nov 12, 2015 1:10:13 GMT -5
'... These girls... did they just... what??'
Rin caught the words -It wasn't my fault he died. I swear, it was the doctors' fault.- and believed that a murder just happened. It shouldn't have been however. This is way too casual of a talk for murder. Anyway, these people seem to be harmless... for now. Rin would walk to both of them.
"That's a nice name you have. My name is Rin."
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Post by Ira Defaire on Nov 13, 2015 21:54:53 GMT -5
Gritting her teeth, Ira gave another murderous look to the regulators, before giving their backs an excellent view of her middle finger as they stalked off. She cocked an eyebrow at Amaterasu, before deliberating for a few seconds.
"C'mere, quick."
Grabbing Rin and Amaterasu by their hands, she dragged them gently to a fence that cordoned the school off to the city. If they did follow, they would be led to a fence. However, there was a blatant hole smacked at the bottom of it, evidently displaying that someone, somewhere, sometime blasted a hole into it. It's origins didn't matter--it only mattered if someone noticed the hole.
"You see that?" She pointed.
Turning around with a wide grin, she shifted such that they would hear a suspicious clink of glass bottles hidden somewhere in her bulky, scarlet jacket. Crawling and wriggling through the hole, she proceeded to stand up on the other side of the fence and turned around to spare them a glance.
"Coming?"
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Post by Amaterasu Tanako on Nov 14, 2015 1:44:56 GMT -5
Terako stiffened at the voice, and resisted the urge to spin into a low Capoeira stage four stance, instead tilting her head as she glanced over her shoulder. She nodded at the introduction, letting off a soft shrug. "My parents were very traditional in their naming," she said, flicking one finger outward for a moment.
When Miss-Super-Long-Name grabbed her hand, her lips drew into a thin line, but went along with the drag, shifting the duffel against her shoulder and back. She stared at the hole under the fence, her brow furrowing as she hoisted the duffel slightly higher. "I'd love to, at least have one last big blowout before I buckle down to the routine here. But I'm still carrying my things, and I really should drop them in my room before I go anywhere."
She glanced at the other two girls. "You two mind hanging here long enough for me to bolt over that way to drop my things?" |
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