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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.
Full Story Here.
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Home, Terrifying Home (Open)
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Dec 9, 2015 17:08:17 GMT -5
Standing in front of the two story building was almost....nostalgic. The memories of her family were still thick on the air as she stood still, just staring at the worn gray paint on the side of the house. The window panes, once white, were now a cracked yellow. The weather had really done it's job here. A brisk wind blew and tore it's way under Hemera's clothes, touching bare skin. It was enough incentive to move from the sidewalk to the front door.
On the door was an old piece of police tape, marking the home as a crime scene from those many years ago. The paper was worn, but intact. She scoffed. They hadn't been here in ages. It was time she came back home to face everything and begin her family name again. Quickly pulling out an ordinary knife, she sliced the paper then hid the knife once more. She couldn't get caught with a deadly weapon again. She hesitated before grabbing a hold of the brass handle. Her hand was shaking. It was unnerving as hell to go back to the place that your entire family was brutalized and murdered...
'You can do this, Hemera,' commented Nyka. 'You have to. It's a step to move forward.'
Nodding to herself, she gripped the handle tighter and twisted it sharply, pushing forward. Like ripping a bandage off of a wound. Just like that.
Hemera left the door open as she stood in the doorway, staring at everything. Nothing had been touched. A thick layer of dust covered everything in sight. She dropped the bag she was carrying and a puff of dust rose. Waving her hand through the air, she moved first towards the living room. Like said, like ripping a bandage off. It was the murder scene.
The couch sat in the middle of the room, an armchair next to it in an L-shape. A flat screen television sat on the wall still. She doubted it still worked, but she could try. There were still stains of blood splattered all around. The pale green walls had darkened areas where the life substance had hit. The carpets had been dark blue, now ruined with black and dried crust. Hemera took a moment to close her eyes and sit on the ground. She didn't care that the floor was dirty. She just needed time to think to herself for a moment.
(OOC: This thread is to establish Hemera's return home. More posts are to come from myself, but anyone is welcome to join.)
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Post by Tylor Shintaro on Dec 11, 2015 0:03:13 GMT -5
Tylor saw the house there was few dares to go into it, so he went to see what all the fuss was about. But when he got there... the door was open. He immediately crouched and saw a girl sitting on a couch. He went inside, sticking close to the shadows
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Dec 14, 2015 18:00:28 GMT -5
The house had been created and established in the early 1800's. Through the years, the many generations of the Day family had renovated and upkept the house in order to preserve the natural beauty of it. With a big sigh, Hemera leaned her head to the left, then right, cracking her stress-filled neck. Even now she could remember the horror. She could remember that instant in which she discovered her family's bodies. She opened her eyes and it was like an overlay of image over image. There was the normal, current view of the room. Then, there was the blood-drenched living area. It sent a chill down her spine, even to this day.
It was the slightest sound that she heard, the slighted creak. No matter how much the family had tried to fix them, the creaks in the house remained and they had welcomed them in the end. It was those creaks that gave away the intruder. Growling audibly, she stood and turned towards the noise and spotted a boy. He was trying to hide in the shadows. Little did he know that she had years of practice looking at corners and crevices for things that didn't belong. It had been part of her job back then.
Hemera grabbed the knife she had hidden earlier and held the blade against her forearm. She roared angrily, "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY DO YOU TRESPASS ON MY FAMILY'S PROPERTY?!"
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Post by Tylor Shintaro on Dec 14, 2015 20:19:29 GMT -5
Tylor saw the knife stood up raised his hands in the air. "I didn't know this was private property." He ran down a hall way and hid behind a corner.
(OOC My charecter is a really good hider it's in his strengths. Not to be rude.)
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Dec 14, 2015 21:40:45 GMT -5
"You....didn't......know?" Hemera laughed out loud. "What kind of world did you live in that you don't know that any home, whether occupied or not, is owned by somebody?!" She stepped forward through the dusty air and began to slowly walk in the direction that the kid had gone in. Little did he know, there wasn't anything there. Just a guest bedroom. She really didn't want to hurt the twerp. She didn't. This was her sacred home, however, and she wouldn't allow someone like this kid to stay inside of here.
Suddenly, she stopped and tears filled her eyes. She collapsed against the wall and fell to the floor. Doing so had caused the knife to bite into her forearm slightly, causing blood to well and begin to drip slowly. It just stung...it wasn't deep. Where did these tears come from? They were a mix of anger and sadness. All she wanted to do was come back home.
"Hemera...." Nyka cooed. "Why don't you let me handle the kid? You can't handle this."
"Yes I can!" screamed Hemera. She wiped the tears away and got back up, continuing her hunt. "All I wanted was to come back to my home! I won't let a small time punk like you break in and take whatever you want!" Her speech fell from her highly structured tone to the tone she had learned and taken on when she was on the streets. She wasn't going to let her homecoming be ruined by this....this fool.....
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Post by Tylor Shintaro on Dec 15, 2015 14:15:19 GMT -5
He got up and walked towards her "You think I'm scared of you?" He was right next to her now. Looking her in the eyes not even looking scared. "Do your worst."
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Dec 16, 2015 22:02:41 GMT -5
Placing her left hand on the wall of the hallway, Hemera simply looked down at the ground for a moment, a look of bewilderment on her face. Why couldn't the kid take a hint?! She just wanted him out of her home! She wanted to grieve and mourn her family's deaths properly. She wanted to take back what was hers for the first time since she had left this home. Yet he wanted to fight her. Rather, he thought she wanted to fight. In a way, she wanted to kick his ass straight from here to California. She wasn't the violent type, though. That was all Nyka. Nyka was the fighter. Hemera just kept training to upkeep her body so that when Nyka needed to, she could fight at the top of her strength.
She closed her eyes then opened them again, looking up at the boy this time. He seemed quite determined. Taking a deep breath, she said, "I only want you out of my house. How hard is that to comprehend? You had to have some sort of education. You don't seem to be stupid. This house is mine. I own it. Please. Leave." She gripped the knife in her right hand tighter out of frustration. She could feel Nyka growing restless. All she wanted was peace and quiet for once in her life.
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Post by Tylor Shintaro on Dec 21, 2015 18:31:44 GMT -5
"Ok fine I'll leave" He left the building but not the area
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Dec 23, 2015 18:58:07 GMT -5
When the unnamed boy left, Hemera twirled around and shut the door, locking it immediately. She didn't think this neighborhood had devolved all that much. It appeared that her past had come to catch her. Shaking her head, she walked the house, room by room, making sure that every window, door, crack, and crevice was locked, covered, or patched. She really needed to update the security. She walked over to her bag and quickly brought out a laptop, immediately searching for security firms in the area.
((OOC: To be continued...will continue on the same thread.))
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