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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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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Nov 22, 2015 9:47:33 GMT -5
Ian hasn't had a single good fight since the Bareknuckle Beatdown, and even those fights weren't shit. The giant was a pushover, the second match-up was a wimpy man-lover, and the third guy was an even bigger wimp than the previous two. So, Ian was itchin' for a good fight. His knuckle-dusters would be pulled from his wallet - it was such an easy place to hide them from the Regulators - and he slowly slipped them on. He stretched his fingers for a while, and once he felt comfortable, he started running down the hall, full speed ahead.
Every person Ian passed would feel his fist collide with the back of their neck harshly, knuckles causing them to bow out and collapse in a heap on the ground. After all, he was a heavy hitter, so few people could take it. This discouraged the man, but simultaneously made him much more eager to find a worthy match, so he continued down the hall, punching anyone and everyone he could find in the head. He left a convenient string of bodies in his wake, as well.
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Post by Felix Booker on Nov 22, 2015 14:25:16 GMT -5
Felix was in a relatively good mood. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, it felt like nothing could ruin this day -- at least until now. Digging through his messy locker, Felix was looking for his science notebook which was hopelessly buried beneath mounds of unsorted schoolwork and papers he was too lazy to organize. If he didn't hurry up he would be late. He was so focused about his locker he almost didn't notice the commotion going down the hall . . . almost.
Turning to see a trail of laid out students down the hall, and a man right in his face swinging for his face. Just as Ian would find his next victim in Felix, he brought right arm up to uppercut Ian on his chin just as he caught a knuckle duster straight to the face. 'What are the regulators even for!', he would gripe as he took the blow, his knees buckling slightly but not dropping as he clung to his locker with his left hand, the veins on his hand clearly visible as he clenched down bending the metal slightly.
"Who just punches people in the face you - you - you ASSHAT!" Felix would rise back up to his full height (albeit not very impressive.) twirling his right hand so that it was a blur, a strong air current surround his arm as he would drive his right fist into Ian's stomach. OOC-
Fist of The Wind God Tier 3 Qi Once per 15 INT Felix can spin his arm to create a tornado around it. when he punches with that arm he does 3/4 his INT in damage, to be treated as a second attack from Felix's punch rather than replacing his STR stat. The tornado is pushed into the person. If Felix's INT is higher than their CON the person is sent flying spinning like a hand of a clock. for 1 foot per 5 INT (Unless they hit something).
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Nov 27, 2015 22:12:21 GMT -5
Ian wasn't planning on anyone catching him off-guard, and Felix Booker's uppercut did just that. It clipped his chin, his forward momentum continuing to carry his legs forward so that he fell to the ground in a slide for roughly a yard. He was quick to recover however, pushing off the ground and twisting, bringing a rising spurred heel to catch Felix right in the forearm of his attacking hand. The positioning would allow him to avoid the blow unintentionally, though his movement was quick and likely to be inaccurate due to the fact that his head was spinning. [OoC: Consider your move as not being used if you want to keep the use, considering Ian's falling probably ruined the positioning for you.]
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Post by Felix Booker on Nov 27, 2015 22:48:09 GMT -5
"Doh' I missed!" Felix would exclaim as he . . . well-- missed. His super cool special attack hitting nothing but air. At that moment however Ian's spur slashed across his forearm leaving a long horizontal slash that would probably scar. "Arrgh!" Felix hissed in pain, before dropping his weight on top of his opponent, as well as his left knee, seeking to slam his left knee with all his weight onto Ian's stomach before attempting to mount him.
"What. Is. Your. PROBLEM!" He would shout in confused rage. If it worked he would bring his right arm slamming down, seeking to bludgeon the guy with his fists. Each word punctuated by another blow. In sequence it went, right handed axe handle to the face, left handed hook to the ribs, and two double axe handles aimed for Ian's face.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Nov 29, 2015 18:16:14 GMT -5
Ughh.. I cannot wait for this day to be over.. I need FREEDOM! This silver haired teenager had been minding his own business before he heard the commotion that soon sendlt the hallway full of students into panic mode. Xaier didn't know all the details, but those sharp emerald hues would eventually catch sight of two students fighting. Ahh man.. Guess I should do the right thing and break this up.. I am suppose to be an Apostle..
Xaier would stare toward the for a few seconds, bringing his right index finger and thumb up to his chin as he contemplated how to do it. If he tried verbally, it was unlikely he would get a reaction, or he'd simply get yelled at. Guess I'll have to take the 'Gung-Ho' route, eh?[/i] His hands would drop to his sides and he would immediantly burst forward, weaving in and out of the crowd until he reached a distance he knew he would strike from.
Xaier wasn't about to pick a side. He could figure out the details when everythi ng was said and done. For now, his objective was to quell the violence.... with more violence. That was always the answer, wasn't it!? Once he neared he would kick off, left side angled toward the duo as he launched himself into the air. His left foot would looking to slam into Felix's upper-back, hopefully with enough momentum to rolling him forward and off the other guy.
Xaier would land on his right leg and the left leg he used to kick Felix with would lift upward, and preform a shorter version of a Axe-Kick, intent on burying itself into Ian's torso while he was laying down. If it all went as planned, he would try to shift forward and press down on Ian to keep him grounds, before throwing his arms out wide.
"What the heck is going on? Can't we all just get along!?"
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Dec 3, 2015 18:11:37 GMT -5
The knee strike landed on its intended target and put Ian down on his back, and he let out a pained groan in response. He exhaled as the force was applied so he didn't get winded, then immediately brought his hands up to defend from Felix's attacks. Up close and personal, his reach advantage and perception could play a bigger role. With the first ax handle strike, Ian's left fist shot upward, knuckle dusters catching Felix in the forearm. He wasn't able to do much about the hook due to the quickness of it, but he would slam both of his own fists into Felix's own as he attempted to bring them both down the first time. It would be about then that a third party would intervene.
As Felix was potentially rolled off of Ian, he would have very little time to react to the changing environment and the psuedo-ax-kick would dig into Ian's chest. Yet again he hissed, though the force wouldn't be nearly enough to keep him grounded. Tightly gripping Xaier's foot before he could pull away, Ian kicked his legs out to sweep Xaier's own out from under him, where he would put the guy on the ground and in a left ankle bar submission. Right arm would wrap around the ankle which would be tightly tucked into the armpit, and the left would simply be used as support, whereas Ian's legs would lock the guy's own into place.
He didn't know what was going on, but it excited the fuck out of him.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Dec 3, 2015 18:55:06 GMT -5
It turned out this guys was a bit stronger than Xaier expected. He hadn't been able to keep the dude firmly planted against the ground, at least not in the way he had intended. Ian reacted by going for an ankle lock. Xaier was familiar with grappling, thanks tp his father's training. But he wasn't about to get locked up in a grapple fight against someone with a surperior strength advantage.
There still would have been a small window for him to react before Ian could lock it up and Xaier wasn't going to let it pass him by. Shifting weight onto the leg grappled, Xaier's right leg would lift up andI forward to avoid Ian's sweep. It shift upward a foot or so and he would look to plant said foot on Ian's forehead.
Shifting his upper-body foreward, the silver haired teen would look to use his head like a stepping stool. Stomping down hard on his head, before using that leg to try and push himself forward and over Ian the rest of the way, looking to yank his left leg free.
If he managed to successfully kick off Ian's head and pull his leg free, Xaier would land on his feet with his opponent still laying upon the ground behind him, at which point Xaier would look over his right shoulder and kick his right leg back and around low, intending on connecting with a low sweeping heel kick to Ian's left side.
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Dec 3, 2015 19:02:19 GMT -5
[OoC: Ayo Flex, if you got a problem with us moving this portion of the fight on (Assuming Felix got knocked out of the way, here) let us know and we can backtrack shit. For now though, we'll work with it considering you got a hectic af schedule. <3] The foot stamped Ian's forehead, and he met it by tensing his torso, namely the shoulders, so that he might fully support Xaier's weight. The kid would be able to step over Ian this way, but he wouldn't be able to get his leg free. Ian's grip was like an alligator clamping down on its prey, and Xaier was just the unlucky fuck who happened to fall victim to it. So, as he continued his forward momentum, Ian responded in kind by rolling over to his side and tugging harshly on Xaier's foot, so the kid would fall flat on his face. If successful, Ian would grab the back of Xaier's pants by the belt, belt loop, or if both were absent he'd grip the hem itself, and then throw the kid at a locker.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Dec 3, 2015 19:49:54 GMT -5
Ahh Fff- Xaier wasn't strong enough to pull his leg free. Instead the other kid used it to try and lay him out flat on his face. Xaier's elbows would bend and he would land hard against the hallway floor upon them. But at least he had saved his devilishly handsome face!
Just as he prepped himself to try and continue to squirm free, Ian grabbed him by the back of his belt and flung him at the lockers. Again Xaier's arms would cross as he crashed into the metal containers, denting them to his own form. A groan escaped his lips and his knee's bent. But he managed to catch himself instead of dropping to the ground.
Turning, he would shake his arms out and lock those emerald hues upon Ian. "This is really.. Unnecessary! Why don't we stop before you get hurt?" Overconfident? MAYBE A LITTLE. Xaier couldn't see the outcome yet, but he knew that it was likely to get a whole lot rougher for both of them.
Whether or not the kid repliee with words, it was unlikely Xaier would sway him into hugging it out. He would have to take the opposite, more violent approach. Bursting forward, he would wait until he reached kicking range to plant his left foot and snap a low kick intending to collide his right shin against the outside of Ian's left calf, oww enough to prevent a grab.
It would be a two-pronged attack though, his hands would raise as if he was going to throw some punches after, but instead he planned to keep using that right leg. If Ian avoided the kic, Xaier would look to continue rotation and bring it around higher to try and kick his left arm/torso area. If it had connected, It would only partially would pull away, before snapping higher to try and land a head kick after. A fluid, effective display of Tae-Kwon-Do precision kicking. KHYYAAA~!
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Dec 3, 2015 19:57:11 GMT -5
"Hurt me then, buddy. Now's your chance."
Ian grinned wide, forgetting about Felix entirely as Xaier made it obvious he was intent on putting down the Mad Dog. Striking his knuckle dusters against one another multiple times, he adopted a very strict boxing stance with a heavy foundation. As Xaier came in for the first kick, Ian's legs tensed and he welcomed the strike against his thigh, bursting forward immediately to take the chance to strike while Xaier was on a single leg. He cocked his right arm back and threw a harsh haymaker at Xaier's face, though this meant he didn't pay enough attention to the second action of the leg. He would take the kick to the side of the head, but his forward momentum continued his haymaker, those knuckle dusters aimed directly for Xaier's mandible.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Dec 3, 2015 20:11:28 GMT -5
There was no way to avoid the punch, he had settled himself i to the double-kikk, so he supposed he had this one coming. He turned his head to the right and pulled it back slightly, but it did him little good. The brunt of Ian's haymaker connected, the knuckle dusters ripping a clean cut across his check as he was forced backwards by the blow.
D-damn that hurt.. Next time maybe I should shut my big mouth! Xaier would hit the ground hard on his back. Even while dazed, he wasn't going to sit there and take more punishment while he could still prevent it. Hitting the ground, Xaier rolled back on his shoulders slightly and folded his legs, before pushing off and attempting to thrust both heels into Ian's gut.
If it worked, Xaier would use Ian's body to kick off and roll himself into a crouch, where he would rest for a moment and try to catch his bearings.
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Dec 3, 2015 20:17:09 GMT -5
Ian was dazed from the kick to the head and momentarily saw things in a blur, so when Xaier shot his heels out to kick at Ian's stomach he could not aptly defend himself. He made an attempt to grab at Xaier's shoes before he could push away, and he missed entirely, barely fumbling along the bottoms before he gained some distance. Sharply, all the air in Ian's lungs was forced out and he stumbled backward, hissing. That one actually hurt, and it started to get the blood flowing.
"Nice one, punk," he started, spitting out excess saliva along the tiled floor. "Let's finish this up before the regs catch up, huh?"
His grin widening, Ian charged shortly after Xaier made his recovery, spinning on his left heel and launching a back kick to the side of the kid's head with his spurred heel. If it hit, Ian would use that spur to rip through the guy's cheek and put him down then and there.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Dec 3, 2015 20:47:09 GMT -5
"The regs? Yeah, I suppose that would be bad for you.. Me? I'm an Apostle!" The last of Xaier's words were spoken as Ian came in to attack. Jumping vertically, Xaier would throe his upper body backwards. And similar to the fashion in which he had kicked Ian's stomach, he was looking to land as stationary double-drop kick against's Ian's head as he kicked lower, toward where Xaier's head had been moments before, allow the kick to pass under his horizontal body.
Xaier's arms would immediantly drop to the ground as he attempt to handspring himself back further after kicking and again get a little distance. If it worked, Xaier would jump forward after his feet touched down, hurling himself into a front flip, with his right leg extended, intent of delivering a real Axe-kick to Ian's left shoulder.
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Dec 3, 2015 20:55:40 GMT -5
"You're fuckin' kiddin' me," he snarled. No way the boy scout was getting away now. These holier-than-thou "Apostle" fuckers needed to be taught a lesson. Can't put a leash on everyone.
As that kick missed its target and Ian's body continued rotating from the force of it, Xaier's feet would make contact with his head. He tucked his chin down, allowing his forehead to be the target, and rather than duck and counter, he decided to push forward. Planting his feet firmly and tensing his torso once more, he lurched forward and tossed his head to the side to divert Xaier's legs and throw the guy off balance. This wouldn't be enough to take him out, no no, but it would be enough to momentarily hinder his next motion and give Ian the extra second he needed to properly observe things.
Xaier flipped, and as he threw that right ax kick Ian launched a left uppercut, matching the downward motion with his own stronger upward swing. The knuckle duster would catch Xaier in the calf, and he'd pull tightly on the pant leg before the kid could make a recovery. Harshly, following this, his own right leg would stamp outward to slam into Xaier's stomach, and he push the guy down into the ground and crush him.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Dec 3, 2015 21:34:48 GMT -5
Things had gone okay for the most part, until he committed to the flip and axe kick. His calf was met by the uppercut, the sensation of pain shot through his nerves and up the rest of his leg. He would wince in pain, but he was far from out of the fight. "At least I'm trying to make a difference!"
Ian had hold of his right pant leg now,so Xaier was left to balance on his left leg that he would have landed on. When Ian's right leg lifted to kick, Xaier's left arm would fold and take the brunt of the damage to avoid a loss of air. And it was there he would have to work some magic.
As Ian pushed on his right leg, intending to drop Xaier to the ground, Xaier would actually just hop backwards on his left leg as he pushed to stay standing. The second hop though, would be more than simply a method to kick himself on his foot.
On the second hop, Xaier's left leg would lift and arch up and over toward his right, intending to smash his shin against the right side of Ian's head. He would attempt to keep twisting with it, trying to force his leg down and pull it out of Ian's one-handed grasp as he did.
It was likely Xaier would land on his hands and knees, but it was better than hitting the ground with Ian in a position of tactical superiority.
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