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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 LORE on Nov 27, 2015 12:12:17 GMT -5
Surprisingly, the basketball court that wasn't too far down from 552 wasn't packed with high school students that saw it fit to use it as a fighting arena. Which meant one thing and one thing only, Hiromasa was going to play ball today; donned in a black Iverson jersey, black shorts and a pair of Air Jordan One would be no other than he. Many didn't take him for the ball-type which was understandable since he always kept to himself; however, little did they know— ball was life— the only life. Years ago when the Japanese scholar had first came down to this country, he found it to be rather dull— boring; it wasn't until he discovered basketball that his life changed, especially when he saw how Iverson played.
He dreamt of being like one of the ball players, ya'know? But he always wondered that if he went pro with it, would the fans still love him after he left, or would they just forget about him? The thought had always troubled him, ate away at his conscious; although he loved basketball, he hated how fans could be towards their idols after they made a simple mistake or missed that buzzer beater shot.
All of that didn't matter today, cause either way, whoever it was that was going to play him on the court would see the skills he possessed. He was like Japanese Iverson, when he started balling he was young and he wanted that win like the ring he never won.
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Post by AUGUS. on Nov 27, 2015 12:32:00 GMT -5
When I started balling I was young~
He found his stroke beautifully today, most shots than not gliding through the weathered twine with a satisfying 'coo" sound accompanying them as the inflated sphere drifted down towards the asphalt beneath, seeming to bounce with approval as it waited to be gathered so the process could repeat. The tanned male let out a satisfied smirk with each made shot, his black nylon shorts with the gold trim swishing back and forth as he jogged towards the goal post to retrieve his ball for another shot. His white t-shirt would be spotless, evident of his lack of real work on the court up to this point as he simply occupied himself with shoot around drills. The black and white Adidas Crazy 8's would carry him to and from each spot on the court, their comfort and shape suited especially for basketball. There was a simple enjoyment occurring for Augus, the feel of the breeze every so often refreshing him as he trotted back to the right corner, positioning himself before he launched another three pointer.
'Coo.' Another beautifully made shot, just what he desired. As gravity pulled the rock down to the court once more it would take an unpredictable bounce, and then another. The rhythmic bouncing would lead it towards the top of the key, rolling up the feet of another baller just entering the gated court. Augus would look at the boy's face to realize it was Yusuf, who woulda guessed? No seriously, why was he here? Nothing about him struck Augus was a basketball player, then again Augus knew better than to take things at face value, there was no reason for him to start now. Of course that wouldn't stop him from actually seeing what the young Japanese boy was truly capable of. Both of his hands would rise to his mouth,both cupped as the tips of his fingers meet right under his nose, the makeshift megaphone carrying with it a potent suggestion.
"Shoot the J! Shoot it!"
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Post by LORE on Nov 27, 2015 17:13:26 GMT -5
And shoot it he did.
The verbal boost from Augus was all that was needed to place the battery in the Japanese boy's back as he began to dribble the ball with ease, each step being taken with grace as he moved the rock around his legs swiftly bouncing from one palm to the other. The sound of the ball meeting the floor resonated within the boy as he pulled up; his form was perfect and beautiful at the same time; releasing the ball had only added to the beauty of his form. His release was quick, similar to Allen Iverson's own— identical to be precise; nonetheless, as that ball soared in the air and entered the basket, one powerful sound brought joy to Hiromasa's countenance— "Coof!". Oh god, the sound was exotic; and with a smile plastered on his facade, the ivory haired boy would turn to face his spectator.
"You know, something light— something light. I ain't trying to cause the NBA to crowd up the park trying to draft me, ya'dig?" He joked lightly whilst walking up to his tanned kin— a palm extending out to Augus once Hiromasa was only a mere feet or two away.
He knew that Augus wouldn't leaving him hanging and once his theory was confirmed, he got straight to business. "Look, I ain't gonna front and lie like I don't like competition. I saw how you was moving out there, and well, it kinda made me feel insecure. Hahaha," only a few people got to see this light-hearted side of Hiromasa; naturally, he remained quiet and in his books, keeping himself away from the world of 552. However, when he was around people he felt comfortable with, the boy was a completely different person. "So how about we play a game, you can choose what's game, just know. My speed ain't no joke out here." It mattered little what ball they wanted to use, whether it was Hiromasa's or Augus's— the game will still be a good one.
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Post by AUGUS. on Nov 27, 2015 19:57:54 GMT -5
"Haha, who am I to turn down a friendly challenge? Let's do it, a game of 21 should do the trick." The excitement in his voice prevalent, it had been awhile since he actually played someone, the rush of adrenaline that came with the game was a beautiful high. The game itself carried with it so many facades, layers, tactics, it was a much a fight as anything there was. As his hand would pull away as the dap between the duo finished, he would grab his personal ball and roll it to the sideline out of the way.
"We can use your ball, you're gonna need the advantage." A devilish grin flashing itself as Augus counter Tusuf's bragadocious statement with his own.
He'd bend down to make sure his shoes were properly laced, grabbing both ends of the string in each hand as the routine dance of tying them began, looping them over and over unail they were secured up in his feet. Rising back to his standing position, he'd take a step outside the three poijt line before looking back over at his newfound opponent. "We'll shoot to see who gets the ball first. Go ahead and shoot your shot bro." His generosity seeming to know no limit, first agreeing to use Yusug's ball and even getting him to first shot, some mightve even considered this cockiness. Guess they'd find out which it was soon.
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Post by LORE on Nov 28, 2015 3:04:27 GMT -5
A chuckle escaped his lips in retaliation to the words announced by Augus; Hiromasa wasn't the one who needed the advantage, especially if it was a game of b-ball. His speed, intelligence, and ability to shoot with ease made him no walk in a park in this particular sport; and although his kin had a few skills, it still wasn't enough to compete against Japanese Iverson. "You sure about that? Last time I check I heard coof when I made my shot~" Picking up his ball which was black and gold, Hiromasa would be the first to prepare for a shot; "Gonna regret letting me shoot first Augus, winner of this game buys the other food after this match." In unison with his proposal, the ball would bounce on the concrete not once, not twice— but three times.
Possessing a solid grip on the rock which his digits were quite familiar with, the teen would jump lightly while releasing the ball with just enough force for it to cut through the air meekly. "Money," a devilish smirk curled by lips would be formed upon his face as his emerald orbs awaited the verdict; however, disbelief would soon strike him as he watched the ball bounce off the rim and lightly bounce on the floor. Naturally when shooting from the free-throw line, Hiromasa had mastered the art similar to the art of writing; though, it appeared that fate had another story for him, one that resulting in his failure of making the simple jumper.
"You know I had to miss that on purpose to give you a fair chance, can't be showing my cards at the beginning of the game." He stated softly with a bit of disappointment lingering in his tone.
His feet would carry him to the location of the ball as he hunched over to pick up the rock, and within mere seconds would bounce pass it to the tanned fellow. Similar to himself, Hiromasa believed that fate would cause the same failure that fallen on himself, onto the likes of Augus; that was the only sensible explanation that the Japanese Iverson saw fit for such a mistake.
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Post by AUGUS. on Nov 28, 2015 19:50:50 GMT -5
The pair would watch in anticipation as the gold and black sphere sinned through the air, whirling as it got closer and closer to the tin basket. Hushed breath and intent focus would be shared between the two, the outcome nearing with every passing moment. A satisfying thud would ring within his ears as the ball took a favorable bounce away from the goal, a beautiful thing indeed. "Money huh? You better not take that to the bank with you!" A strong laugh following the taunt, the trash talk was just as much a part of the game as your own skills, it was a tactic like any other.
He would run to where Yusuf shot the ball, catching the bounce pass as he intended to add insult to injury, making the shot his competition had just previously failed to. He'd take his time, spinning the ball in the air before letting it drop back until the palms of his hands, getting a feel for it as he took his stance. The balls of his feet would press down against the soles of his shoes, building up potential energy before pushing upward, launching his six foot frame into the air. His hands would hold the ball in front of him at his midsection, the left cupping the ball from the side while the tight sat behind it, ready to propelled it forward. Every digit would be evenly spread, giving him the utmost control over the trajectory of the ball as he continued to rise, waiting, ready.
His body would reach the peak of its jump, his hands raising the ball up to release it at just the right moment. His right hand would force the ball forward, the outstretched digits rolling off of it as it left his grasp. A beautiful arc would shine as the ball rotated in steady continuation, it's destination clear and true. The boy would have long since returned to the asphalt beneath his feat, his stance not changing from the form he assumed when he released the prideful shit. His hand would drop until he saw the result of his work, make or miss. The same anticipation covered them both once again qs they watched on, it was as though the climax of their bout was occurring, yet it was only beginning.
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Post by LORE on Nov 30, 2015 2:21:18 GMT -5
"Ha, ha, ha. You're so funny, Kevin Hart got nothing on you" he would respond to Augus's minor taunt which had indeed worked up Hiromasa's emotions. Still in disbelief on how he could have missed such a well established shot, the Japanese Senior would steer clear of his opponents way to allow him his chance at shooting. "Careful ya'know, don't want you pulling something like D-Rose," a shot back at the taunt made prior in hopes to upset his concentration; however, it appeared that doing so had only increased the boy's confidence. Emerald hues watched carefully, intensely at it all; from his posture to his release, the two being in perfect sync with one another. All that Hiromasa could do was pray to the Basketball God above that such a shot would end in utter disappointment, breaking— shattering Augus's ego and shot consistency.
Ever basketball player knew that once you got hot; nothing and no one could prevent you from making your shots hit their mark. Thus explaining why this shot needed to be missed; though it appeared lady luck had a different fate for the tanned shooter. "Coo," the sound of it alone made Hiromasa wince, and the silence presented by Augus had only spoke volumes that words could not.
To speak or not to speak? The thought transpired in the Japanese boy's mind as he walked over to the ball that was figuratively reeking of pride from its previous marksman.
"You know" he said softly as eyes looked down at the ball now in his grasp, the feel of it making him quite anxious for the match to come between the two. "Every dog has its lucky day in finding a bone." Walking closer and then stopping a four feet away from Augus who was now full of himself surely; Hiromasa would pass him the ball, those emerald hues burning with anticipation as the match was about to start between the two ballers.
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Post by AUGUS. on Nov 30, 2015 19:05:05 GMT -5
The sweet satisfaction of the ball tickling the twine as it glided through room over the young male. He would make no attempts to hide the pleasure of his success, granted the game hadn't even started yet, the made shot did wonders for his confidence, it clearly rattled Yusuf a bit as well. "Guess is goods for me this game won't be played tomorrow then huh?" The quick witted response aimed at the mentions of this being his day. He sure hoped so, he didn't come to the court today with intentions of losing.
The ball was in his court, or more specifically his hands, Yusuf checking the ball to him and assuming his defensive stance as he waited for Augus to make a move, his focus clearly Suu on his next move. Augus would attempt to confuse his adversary, taking a few jab steps with his right foot, faking the ball that way hoping Yusuf would bite. He'd do this three times, on the third fake pullinh the ball back swiftly before dribbling it to the left, hoping to have stunned Yusuf with his previous attempts.
Should his methods prove successful be successful he would take another dribble forward before stepping back outside behind the three point line. His thought process was that Yusuf would try to recover and cut off his path to the basket. If he guessed right, the step back would give him all the room he needed to get off a shot, one identical to the shot that earned him fussy possession.
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