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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 Dec 4, 2015 18:56:55 GMT -5
Ian tucked his chin into his chest and ducked low and under Xaier's kick as it came in, aborting his initial tactic. The guy was now completely airborne, which was a terrible idea when a guy like Ian had two hands on him, both with a tight grip. Firmly grasping both the leg and Xaier's shirt, Ian would stomp forward and begin to charge through the crowd of gathering students, before slamming Xaier into the nearest set of lockers as hard as he could manage. The metal would bend around the white-haired boy, and it would dig into the wall, but Ian didn't seem to have any regard for that.
"Let's see just how much of a difference you make then!"
Stepping back and clutching Xaier's leg with both hands now, Ian would whip around to his left in a full 360 degree spin and throw his opponent across the hall, aiming for the window into the chemistry lab.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Dec 4, 2015 19:38:39 GMT -5
Mistakes had been made and there was no way out of this one. Damn it! He's strong! Xaier was forced backwards through the crowded hallway before he was slammed into the lockers. He would have tucked his own chin to his chest to avoid his head banging against the lockers, but it did little to lessen over-all damage. As the pain washed over him in waves, he was yanked back in the opposite direction and flung across the hall, smashing into the large glass window and breaking through it into the chemistry lab.
The glass shattered, spewing shards around the inside of the classroom, as Xaier hit the ground hard and slid into one of the partition counters used for lab work. Luckily for him it was bolted to the floor, though the collision echoes out into the hallway. The silver haired Apostle was in pain. He groaned as he fought through it, dull pains thrumbing at his back side. He couldn't see them, but few shards of glass protruded from his upper-back.
"Gaah- T-this is getting out of hand.. I gotta do something!" His words spoken outloud to himself as the injured teen lifted himself into a crouch, sucking air back into his lungs as he tried to catch his bearings. Those emerald eyes briefly studying his surroundings as he took this second to rest.
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Post by Kylemor Lane on Dec 5, 2015 2:21:39 GMT -5
And there he was. Crouching down, nearby the fight he was eating a piece of raw beef. Nothing strange at all as he fascinatingly watched the two rumble. His face would break into a large grin as he watched Xaier get beaten up. Actually... he remembered him from that day... yes, but they didn't seem to really know each other.
Well whatever, this fight had nothing to do with him, so he continued to eat while taking out a wooden doll and writing some things on it. When he finished, he rolled it over in the direction of the fight as it was round and cat shaped. Maybe someone would pick it up, well if they did it would read: "If you're all alone, why waste your time with people. Nothing good will come of this, so wish for nothingness."
His smile never left his face as he watched the two in his awkward position.
NOTES --- MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Dec 5, 2015 20:49:59 GMT -5
Ian didn't show it, but he was using the time from the moment Xaier left his hands to take a small rest. The kicks to his head were hurting, and he was slightly dazed. If he walked forward, he was likely to stumble, and that show of weakness wasn't something he wanted to make obvious to his opponent. So, he rested up until Xaier collided with the counter. At that point he just leaped forward, vaulting over the wall and using the the hole Xaier left in the window as his point of entry. This, of course, would cause him to completely miss the strange boy's doll.
Landing in a roll, Ian felt the sting of a few shards of glass piercing his shoulders and knees. Though, for him, it was negligible - Xaier had to be in much worse pain. Ian stood to his feet, cracking his knuckles, eyes scanning the room for the ivory-haired boy who seemed to have gone missing. That, or Ian's eyes didn't follow his landing properly. Either way, he tightly gripped the nearest end-table and launched it across the room. When it slammed into a wall, he bellowed, challenging the Apostle.
"You gonna come out and fight me, or you gonna run like a li'l bitch, boy?!"
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Post by Felix Booker on Dec 6, 2015 13:28:12 GMT -5
Xaier's kick did more than the boy would have expected. Sending Felix flying off of Ian with a violent jerking sensation as he was sent head over heels. He had the brief notion that he had been shoved, before he saw the wall -- and then everything went black. Felix woke up with a start, groaning. One of the nearby students was touching his forehead, which was bleeding profusely. Felix swatted it away, slightly dazed. Bringing his own hand to his forehead as it came away bloody a deep rage filled the pit of his gut. There was no way the knuckle duster bastard had done it, and then it hit him. During his brief tumble, he had caught sight of a head of gray hair. It didn't take rocket science to figure out who probably kicked him.
"G-Gunna fuck em up. Gunna wreck em."
Felix didn't feel like his usual self, the dizzying state he was in was making him bloodthirsty. He got up, slamming his fist into the window of the hall, shattering glass in every direction. He was vaguely aware of a girl screaming. He looked around, the signs of their scuffle wasn't hard to find in the slightest, even for a semi-conscious fifteen year old. He felt the energy of his Qi prickling him, making his hair stand on end. It was fueling his anger, but he was unaware of it as he swayed a bit before his balance returned.
Walking up to the broken chem window and peaking inside. Catching sight of the flying table, as the Knuck-Dusting asshole shouted at someone. Felix looked even further in, catching sight of . . . "Grey." He grinned, his head spinning, as he quietly opened the door and walked in the room.
With a single step, that would look more like a flying leap. He would dropkick Ian in the small of his back, his intent to send him crashing into Xaier on the other side of the room. "You better take the li'l bitch boy route, if you want to come out of this alive. Then again -- I really hope you don't." Felix would say, a lighthearted grin on his face that didn't match his eyes that were completely filled with anger.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Dec 6, 2015 16:19:46 GMT -5
Bavk against the counter, Xaier would wince as the sharp pains vco ti ued to peirce at him. The blood could be felt rolling down his back from the wounds he had recieved, soaking the jacket of his school uniform in blood. The tell-tale signs of Ian entered the classroom were heard and when Xaier decided to lift himself a little and glance over the counter, over his shoulder, those emerald hues caught sight of the the table thrown across the room toward him.
Ducking down again, the table would crash into the wall in front of him, breaking into pieces. Xaier would take this as his chance to act. Jumping up, he would twist and land with his feet upon the counter partition, facing Ian. "I'm nothing going anywhere til I put you down!"
However the other kid made an appearance again, directing an attack toward Ian from behind. If he successfully kicked Ian toward him, Xaier would jump up and looked to drop down upon Ian mid air, to force him hard into the floor, before rolling forward and throwing his hands out to catch himself and flip into a croutch, before focusing his eyes upon Felix, arms bend and ready to guard if the need be.
If his timing had been correct, Ian would probably hit the ground and slide into the counter he had originally been standing on. Xaier would not be stuck in the middle of both of them, patiently wait for an opening.
If Ian avoided Felix's kick, Xaier would have remained on top of the counter, crouched and ready to strike when he thought best.
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Dec 6, 2015 16:32:46 GMT -5
Xaier showed his face again, and that same wicked grin spread across his lips. Cracking his knuckles once again, he began to approach Xaier when a sharp pain ripped through his body, originating at the small of his back. Letting out a cry of pain, Ian fell forward and flew across the room, initially peacefully sailing mid-air from the force of Felix's attack. With Xaier's motion, he was sent crashing to the ground, sliding into the counter back first. When he hit it, it cracked, and he had to lay on the floor for a moment to find his bearings.
"Alright, fuckers. I'm g-gonna take off the trainin' wheels for ya now."
Standing to his feet and fumbling his hand through his pocket, Ian was seeing double. The pain he was feeling was insane - too many hits to the head, and that ebony fucker was strong. So, if it was going to turn into a two-on-one, Ian really didn't have many other choices. He pulled four pills from his pocket and popped them into his mouth, quickly swallowing them down before they could try and stop him. Within moments, his clothes would begin to tighten from the increase in muscle mass, and the already large white man they saw before them would grow into a hulking titan.
"LET'S GO, YOU SONS OF BITCHES! NOW YOU'LL GET A TASTE OF THE MAD-DOG!"
Reaching back, Ian ripped off the countertop that was already damaged and hurled it like a frisbee at Xaier and/or Felix (whichever was closer) before charging in for a superman punch right behind it, aimed at the closer target's nose.
//2x Pure Jekyll Hyde Used Behemoth Used Mitigator Used Str: 70/90 when striking Dex: 55 Con: 48 Wis: 53 Int: 20 Pain ignore 1/5 rounds
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Post by Felix Booker on Dec 9, 2015 18:15:22 GMT -5
Felix charged in right after kicking Ian, running past Xaier and shooting him a dirty look, as he traced his throat with his thumb. He intended to end Ian right there, but then he turned into a giant raging roid monster, and Felix's enthusiasm for the situation died almost immediately as a counter top was thrown at him. "Oh shit . . . OH SHIT!" He was going too fast too immediately stop, and the counter top was too close to jump over.
'Guess that leaves only one choice.'
He dropped his weight, kicking his legs out from under him and baseball sliding just under the counter top as he felt it skim one of his dreads. Coming up out the slide in a run, he channeled his Qi into his arms, as he spun them violently. A violent torrent of wind, shrouding his forearms, as he would aim a double fisted punch for the 'Mad Dog's' stomach. If he could he would dash away, cutting a hard right to Ian's left in an attempt to get out of the kids now increased reach.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Dec 9, 2015 20:11:58 GMT -5
Twisting as Felix ran past, the omnious gesture he made was not lost on the silver-haired boy as he stayed low. He had intended to strike out as he passed, but the dude was so fast! Out of his peripherals, he caught a blur of something flying there way and decided it was best to stay low.
Shifting himself down a couple more inches, the counter-top zipped by and flew through the window he had entered from, destroying the lockers lining the hallway. Man, this ws going to be one expensive maintenance bill. But he had little time to dwell on such things, dince the rabid 'Mad Dog' was on a rampage.
Xaier himself would redirect his attention toward the male who had grew in size and structure.What the hell was this dude eating!?[/I] His thoughts soon escaped him. It was clear now who was the most dangerous here and who definitely had to be put down first.
Felix moved to strike at Ian and Xaier would be right behind him, though he was looking to take a different approach. A few quick steps and Xaier would launch himself into the air, spinning as he did. After rotating 180 degrees clock-wise, Xaier's right leg would snap out as he finished the second half of the spin, looking to land the 360 degree spinning back kick against the behemoth's body.
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