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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 AUGUS. on Nov 25, 2015 13:31:52 GMT -5
A Rose by any other name is still a bad bitch. It wouldn't take long for him to strap on his personal boxing gloves, the all black garments sporting a gold trim with "Dez" wrote across the back in all white. A custom made set gifted to him by one of his dad's old squad mates. He only wore them on special occasions, special matches, important spars, much like the one occurring now.
This was actually his first time inside #552 as an official student, it just so happened he had no actual classes scheduled today. The reason he was here was much more fulfilling, standing within the makeshift gym with the sole purpose of getting to know an old acquaintance a little bit better. It was a matter of importance considering the path they had laid out before them. He had to make sure there was no rust building on his skills anyway, it had been a minute since he worked the good old muscles.
"I know you hit like a girl but try and hold back a bit, can't get beat up on my first day."
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"You're 100% right, I'm not a Princess. I'm a motherfucking Queen."
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Post by Rose Lockheart on Nov 25, 2015 14:59:19 GMT -5
'GIRL of Steel' "Hah~♥"
she tittered. Affixing her wrist wrap heavy bagged gloves, she darted her gaze upon the tanned skin male. Her body appointing itself toward the male who had possibly been above her weight class, but brought little fear to her feminine heart. She eyed the man's build upon escorting herself to the mattress of where they would be fighting. The mattress that they were to fight upon upheld three of the following rules: don't step outside of the ring, tap out in order to submit, and don't cry when you lose; although, these were her personal rules. An old friend having just transferred to this dump of a place was better than anything she could've imagined. It destroyed the boredom she held attending this school daily and opened up a world of new possibilities now that the school was obtaining more and more interesting characters by the day. Her tied into a messy bun, she readied herself for the spar of a lifetime, "Don't hold back on me now just because I'm a girl, Dez," she stated lasciviously. Taking her place upon the floor, she would take a defensive stance. The palm of her hands would be placed a few inches from her face, left hand slightly forward while her right neared the temple of her head. Next came the stance where she would place her right leg back and left her foot forward, bobbing her body back and forth awaiting for him to ready his self before she darted forward. Would this be a memorable spar or a possible downfall due to who she was facing off against? Music: MUSIC --- OUTFIT --- TAGS AUGUS. OOC Woo. |
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Post by AUGUS. on Nov 26, 2015 10:26:50 GMT -5
"Woah there little Ali! Let's throw out a rule or two first before you try and break my jaw."
The tone would be humorous, though he meant every word. Upon seeing how quickly a fluidly Rose got into her stance, he knew this was gonna be serious. That was the only way to approach it after all. Even still though, they weren't here for a bare knuckle brawl or a fight to the death, it was simply a test of their respective skills, both were more than capable fighters but Room For Improvement was more than just a Drake mixtape as well. "Let's keep it simple just in case one of us can't knock the other out. First person to hit the mat three times loses, cool?"
He would slowly pace forward as his words registered with her, stopping at the midway point between them both. Both gloves would pert rude forward, a sign of good faith between boxers as they tap gloves before the match begins. Whether she agreed to the rules he suggested or not, the demonstration would at least show good faith between the pair. There was a lot of fun to be had today, they would just have to work through a few bumps and bruises to get it.
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Post by Rose Lockheart on Nov 26, 2015 15:20:39 GMT -5
'GIRL of Steel' "Oh! Haha, sorry about that. I haven't fought in such a long time that I was just too eager to get started,"
she explained. He had his own rules set. She was so quit to start up the spar that she forgot to announce the rules of the ring. She would hear his rules out before bumping gloved fists with the tanned male, her attention solely focused on the rules due to the fact that Rose can sometimes get carried away and drift from the rules that were set. Fist having been bumped out of respect for the other, she take her stance once again. "If I hurt you, it's okay to scream timeout." she poked fun at. Watching her footing as she scooted six feet back, then one feet forward, she was watching herself. The weight difference between the two had been significantly great, but that didn't stop her from this spar. With her left foot forward, adding a right arm thrust, she attempted to make a three hit combo by launching right her fist forward with a curve. Throwing her right fist forward, as previously stated, she attempted to hit the male head on, playing with him a little, but prepared to counteract, if he were to duck, by bringing her left arm, that had been positioned a little lower near her left breast, in order to deliver a slightly fierce strike where she poured somewhat of her weight into the follow up attack. If her right hook successfully landed against his face, and/or forearm if he so chose to block with it, she would maneuver her left leg upward toward the level of the man's torso and attempted to deliver one thrust of a kick, her weight poured onto her right leg in order to hold her self up, bending her body horizontally, with the help of her flexibility, in order to make sure that if he made any sort of attempt to counter with a punch by side-stepping out of the way of her thrusting kick that she would easily bend backward to dodge; although, with the thrust of her kick, should it be successful, it would have some chance of pushing him back a good distance thus disabling his chance of even trying to strive for a way to punch her. Would any of her attempts to land a blow work? It all depended on what sort of quick-thinking the silvered mane was able to conjure up. |
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Post by AUGUS. on Nov 27, 2015 11:25:56 GMT -5
A chuckle would be the only response needed to her clever quip. Conversation had become secondary, action was the leading lady now.
Measured methods would dictate the start of their conflict, Augus knew full well that of the two, Rose was a much better technical fighter, normal tactics would play right into her hand, and right into his defeat. The quick witted woman was just as fast on her feet, lunging forward to begin on onslaught. Her body told the boy more than her actions wished to telegraph, her right hand driving towards his face wouldn't mask the lethal left hand that hung in wait beside her chest, its positioning telling of it's safety net like duty, ready to land a stringent blow should Augus approach the initial assault poorly. To be honest Rose's attack plan was amazing, a work of art, the battle had only just begun and she had already painted him into a corner, he's only option was to break the brush and spill the paint.
Remember those advantages Rose had earlier? Well advantages work both ways. While his looming height made him a larger target, it also made him a longer threat. There was no safe dodge, no safe defense, leaving him with one option, attack. Leading in with his left foot, much like Rose, he'd shift his weight forward, along with it his right hand. Yep, you guessed it, Augus would counter Rose with the same punch she threw at him, his right glove aiming to meet head on with her fist, stopping it in it's tracks. His elongated reach would allow the fist to meet her further out than she originally anticipated, hoping to keep her left hand just outside of her desired striking range. His momentum wouldn't stop there however, he would redirect the force sent from his right hand through his frame to his left, thrusting it forward hoping to send a vicious blow to her exposed side, right above her hip.
It was Rose's turns to figure her way out of things, Augus doing his best to position himself to not only land a decent blow but hopefully evade should anything go awry, much like Rose's own right side, his was just as exposed.
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Post by Rose Lockheart on Nov 27, 2015 16:21:44 GMT -5
'GIRL of Steel' Counter!Something she hadn't anticipated Augus to do! Yes, this was it, this was going to be memorable spar that she would dare not forget. He was suitable to be her sparring partner for both this life and the next. As her right fist fell into contact with his own, she now had no choice but to reevaluate her options. The counter that he made with her own fist, it was like two magnets attracted to one another due to being opposite electrical charges; or for this typical situation, sex. Rose's eyes would shift to notice that the man was going to counter her side, as it was the only sensible option to do, although it didn't take a genius to assume that. One would think that this was to be a fake out, that he was trying to force on the defensive side, but it wasn't. This man's attack was sensual, factual. She had to maneuver out of her element. She couldn't block the projecting hand in time and could only, out of reflex, tighten her stomach, but the recoil of the damage dealt would still do enough to bring harm to her side. Rather than take on the hit entirely, she planned to catch it. With the lift of her left thigh leg spiraling upward, and her left elbow quickly shifting downward, Rose would capture Augus' left hand in between her elbow and thigh; his hand now at a standstill as it were a few inches away from connecting. Her right fist, still connected with the Augus own, stood steadfast where it was positioned. Her stomach tightened itself, on reflex, just in case she didn't capture the male's hand in the nick of time. They were stuck together now. A situation she had not foresaw occurring an could blame no one blame no one but herself. For now she couldn't come up with any idea or solution on how she could escape this, but what of Augus? Well, Augus could use either of his legs to kick her within the stomach, which she prepared for as she tightened her abdomen, and could only hope for the best. But if he had another way of getting out of her grasp? Well, she would have to keep on her toes for the time being. |
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Post by AUGUS. on Nov 27, 2015 21:27:31 GMT -5
Oh hellllll nahhhhahhhh! Rose was something else, even he didn't expect the methods she took. Using her thigh and elbow like a glove, they would catch his arm, greatly slowing the momentum carrying it into her side. The fist would still connect, though the blow would be much below its desired impact. To be honest the strength of the hit wasn't much of a concern to him anymore, it was the fact they managed to trap themselves in some new version of twister, guess it was fitting seeing as the point was to get the other down on the mat.
He never pictured this occurring in any fight, even still he had to figure out his next move, the fight wouldn't stop simply because of the strange occurrence. Augus had to push what little advantage he had left, there was one glaring weak spot left, the leg holding Rose up. Placing his weight on his left leg, not worried about trying to pull it left hand free, he'd push his right leg forward, sliding it under Rose before pulling it back, it's intent? Hooking her leg and pulling it back towards him, disrupting her balance and sending her toppling back, hopefully earning him his first point.
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Post by Rose Lockheart on Dec 2, 2015 0:10:30 GMT -5
'GIRL of Steel' Dammit! She couldn't escape this next move. With but a simple clip she would release her hold upon Augus, pulling her right fist away with the loss of its tightness, and fell upon her back; thus scored his first point! As Rose remained where her body laid, she would sigh and say, "Welp, you win this one." Standing up and dusting herself off, she would place a small grin upon her face and said, "Looks like we can call this one a rematch for the future," she teased. |
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