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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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Knicker Battles: #001 [Ira]
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Nov 16, 2015 22:42:51 GMT -5
[OoC: Trigger Warning - Explicit content.] It was a Friday night, and school had recently ended. The School Captain was nowhere to be found this day, however, as currently he found himself trapped within a small chamber with but a single way out. He could very easily push his way through, and yet... he did not, for he was taking this moment to rifle through all that he had to in order to find the "Golden Knickers," or, in other words, the single pair of knickers that had eluded his eyes to this day. So he remained within this closet, sifting through the clothes within endlessly. Up till now, however, that pair still managed to slip from his grasp. And this was precisely why he decided to put in as much effort as he was at this moment. This ends now. Ira Defaire |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Nov 17, 2015 1:36:24 GMT -5
Coughing loudly, Ira slowly stepped out from behind her wall-to-ceiling curtain, threateningly swinging a piece of cloth in her hand, before pointing it accusingly at him.
The cloth was ragged and dirty, with murky water dripping from it. She was evidently cleaning her bathroom when that ass intruded her apartment. Grabbing a broomstick leaning on the wall, she was scarily calm. However, rage was bubbling beneath that tranquil demeanor, and she gritted her teeth.
"MACHT STARKE--" She screamed.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Nov 17, 2015 1:45:35 GMT -5
That scream.
Such a sound coupled with one's own name uttered in a fashion so murderous was enough to make any average man's skin crawl in true terror. Luckily for Macht, however, he was no ordinary man - though it was apparent this made no difference. Macht was quaking in his boots, and the moment Ira's scream ended, his very own began at a much higher volume and tone.
Clutching Ira's knickers tightly, he began shoving all he could into his pockets. The large redhead stumbled out from her closet, and he shot her a glance that said all that was on his mind, yet he felt the need to speak regardless.
"The knickers are mine! You can't hide them forever!"
He then started running out of the room swiftly! However, he tripped over underwear and landed on his face.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Nov 17, 2015 2:41:21 GMT -5
Screeching horrendously, she lunged forward and her head collided against his leg, as she clawed resolutely onto his shoe. She wasn't about to let him escape this time.
With a barrage of insults flinging themselves out of her lips and exploding into little bits around them, her insults flew from a simple 'fuck you", to a few choice words for his mother, him, to everyone and anyone that had interacted with the red-head in the past.
The broomstick was still in her hands, and she irately berated him for taking her things, and diffused her anger by poking him in the side several times. She hadn't fell to genuinely smashing his head in, for she still vividly appreciated flawless faces, but she wasn't about to let him slide.
"This, is-" she spat, poking him on the chest, "what-" she poked him in the cheek, "you get -" she slammed the tip of the broom into his side "you thief." She finished, still irked.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Nov 17, 2015 7:31:08 GMT -5
The string of insults demoralized him, and with her latched onto his leg, Macht had no way of escaping! Sure, he could run, but doing so would be incredibly difficult as he had no way of removing her from his leg without using force, and he knew what would happen if he chose to be forceful with Ira. Being the terrifying woman she was, she'd probably ---
--- no, best not to think about that now, otherwise Macht would never recover.
Shielding his body from jab after jab, Macht managed to huddle into himself just as that damnable broomstick pierced his side with incredible force, nearly penetrating his ribs with its long, thick shaft. He shrieked out for his mother, both literally and figuratively, before trying to yank his leg free from Ira's grasp.
"Thief?!" he called, attempting to barrel roll down the hallway. "I'm no thief, I'm a collector, and the golden knickers will be mine!"
Then he rolled into a wall. Oops.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Nov 18, 2015 6:21:54 GMT -5
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]heaven's gate won't open for me. [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]Staring at him indignantly, she proceeded to snatch the knickers off his hands when he slammed into the wall. Letting out a laugh that sounded vaguely similar to a snarl, she bared her teeth into a strained grin. Her broomstick slapped his spine and aimed directly at his right rib cage, whilst she kicked out harshly at his shins.
However, after he protested against her barrage of insults, she paused her moments and stayed absolutely still on the floor. She fixed him with a look of disbelief. A few seconds passed as she deliberated on what she should actually say, and finally settled on a simple statement.
"Those are black." She said flatly, and jabbed him in the left ribcage.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Nov 19, 2015 3:39:56 GMT -5
The more Ira stabbed Macht with the broomstick, the more irritated he quickly became with the incessant jabs. Experiencing a weird spasm, Macht's body contorted so that her stab at his ribs would instead hit his forearm, and her shin kicks would hit the bottoms of his shoes. He tried desperately to resist her assault, but it seemed incredibly unlikely - that is, of course, until it seemed his words caused her to halt her superior offense.
Those few seconds were all Macht needed to make a comeback, and as she jabbed for his left side with the broomstick he shot his hand down in a chop for the shaft, looking to break it (which might really be an awful idea, all things considered). Then he would shoot out for Ira's ankles and attempt to wrestle her into a position where he had dominance. Possibly mount.
"Ira, it's a metaphor."
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 8, 2015 22:04:08 GMT -5
Gritting her teeth, she kicked out violently at Macht, aiming for his torso while her fist flailed for a second and connect with his ankle. Twisting her body, her left hand reached out for the broom when her right hand slammed it's knuckles right into the edge of his ankle, she slammed the end of the broom down onto his ribcage, aiming to hurt.
She was determined for victory then; encased in her arrogance and reluctance to lose, themed with her determination to ensure that at the very least, she could fight to a draw.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 8, 2015 22:12:19 GMT -5
While what Ira did, did hurt, Macht didn't show it. Instead he just pressed onward. Her foot struck his torso, and as it did his arms shot out to wrap around her legs and press them tightly to his chest. Her punch landed, and his legs then shot to wrap around her shoulders before she could jab at him with the broom.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 8, 2015 22:13:01 GMT -5
BfYv2p0C1-201-20 Struggling futilely, Ira arched her body slightly to the left, after his legs clamped down on her shoulders. Trying to get her legs off his iron clasp, she gave him the most piteous look she could manage, with watery eyes and trembling lips.
If he gets distracted by that, she would triumphantly knee his dick. Assuming if he lets go of her, she would happily rip her shirt upwards, distracting him by an extremely good view of her tits.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 8, 2015 22:22:15 GMT -5
While it would be hard for Ira to look directly at Macht to begin with (meaning her pouting wouldn't be overly effective) he still reacted positively to the sound, and feel, of her shifting within his grasp. His grip on her legs loosened only slightly as he attempted to look down at her, at which point he felt the painful, cataclysmic caress of her knee colliding with his man meat.
Howling in pain, Macht released Ira, allowing her to put distance between the two. When Macht finally managed to look back over at her, he saw she bared the bosom. His eyes widened, and he couldn't even feel the pain in his dingaling anymore. He could also swear he felt his pants getting tighter. Ira has afflicted Macht with paralysis for one round!
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 8, 2015 22:34:06 GMT -5
hGF3AUqI1-201-20 Letting rip a war cry, Ira would immediately rip his legs off her shoulders, and sit up. Her eyes gleamed in childish delight, and she sat up almost immediately. Her right hand resumed holding her shirt up for his eyes to feast on, but she would slam the end of the broom directly into his ribcage, hoping that the tip would directly sink into his body and maybe throw down some grievous damage.
Or, you know. Make him cry.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 8, 2015 22:41:20 GMT -5
Macht continued staring like ant sensible teenage boy would. After all, who WOULDN'T when they had such a beautiful woman baring the melons? It was as if the mere sight of them shattered reality, paralyzing the redhead until --- until Ira shattered the illusion by slamming the broom into his torso yet again. Macht scowled, gripping that broom tightly before she could pull it away, and tugging on it fiercely to send her stumbling in his direction. Once that happened, he would simply bearhug her, and tackle her to the floor. Squeezing as hard as he could, there wouldn't be many ways Ira could escape this one. He'd put her down, and the knickers would be his.
The moment she was out, Macht would release her. Then, holding the knickers tightly, he would make a mad dash for "FuckOuttaHere-ville", and get the fuck outta here.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 8, 2015 22:45:43 GMT -5
Yowling out in pain, Ira's cries were muffled when Macht proceeded to violently tackle her into a huge hug, refusing to allocate her oxygen to survive. With her head buried into his chest, she struggled once more, and tried to grab her trust broom, only to find it gone from her demanding hands. Scowling miserably -like scrooge, really- into his chest, she tried to roll over.
Staring after his retreating back in abject misery, there was one, and only one thing she could really do to commence the ending of this war.
"I'll be back!" She screamed, and begin waving her fist manically.
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