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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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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO. |
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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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New Faces, New Friends(open)
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Post by zeekthelazy on Dec 12, 2015 2:35:29 GMT -5
It was a chill winter day as Zeek walked up to the school with a bored look on his face. His hands in his jeans pockets and shoulders hunched, he walked around vaguely wondering where he should go. He was a new transfer student to the school, however part of him also wondered how long it would take for him to get kicked out of this one. As he walked, he found his way into what seemed to be an abandoned building. Maybe it used to be an old band room or something as he found a dusty old piano. A lazy smile smirking his lips, he walked towards it and sat down. He plucked a few keys to test the sound and it wasn't too bad, and started to play. Whenever he played he closed his eyes and let his hands move on their own. As he did so it was as though he transfered his own emotions into the music he played. Right now it was a slow ballad with a jazzy twist to it. It reminded him of something that he would hear in a ball room at a fancy party or something. He smiled and lost himself in his music, the world could’ve ended and he wouldn't have noticed. He played on oblivious to what went on around him.
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Post by The Pansa on Dec 12, 2015 12:49:47 GMT -5
notes here. @tagged words: 142 | Just a average, uneventful day.
Etsuko had gone up to one of the empty school rooms to read like she did every other lunch period that came to mind.
Murasaki would read for a little bit, before she would hear the beautiful sound of a piano. It was coming from the room she was currently in. Etsuko looked around to identify the mysterious sound when she noticed a young man she did not recognize playing the instrument with much skill and ease.
How she didn't notice him walk into the room didn't matter. Murasaki would wait for him to take a short break before she would point out with much honesty
"How long have you been playing? You seem to be really good at it." As she would begin to walk closer. Ignorance is bliss |
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Post by zeekthelazy on Dec 12, 2015 15:20:49 GMT -5
It took Ezekiel a few moments for him to realize someone was talking to him. Every one had their way of finding peace, and music was his. He played the last few notes before opening his eyes and looking up, his trademark lazy look upon his face. With the music gone, his mind raced a million miles like it usually did. The first thing he noticed was that the person talking to him wore a black bow, then he noticed that it was a girl.
"Uh, Th-thanks," He stuttered, he scratched his neck nervously, a tick of his when he was uneasy, "I-I've been playing m-most of my life," He paused for a moment before adding, "Uhmm, n-nice bow you h-have." OK, that was really stupid, he thought, she had caught him off guard also women made him nervous. He hadn't had much experience talking with them, unless they were his teachers or parole officers.
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Post by The Pansa on Dec 12, 2015 22:56:00 GMT -5
notes here. @tagged words: 120 | Well, one thing was for sure.
This guy was nervous. VERY nervous. But even so, it wasn't near as bad as some others Etsuko had to deal with in the past. The boy thanked her for the compliment, but then seemed to direct his attention...
...to her bow? That was strange. The bow would twitch slightly. "Yes, I suppose it is." Murasaki would agree to suddenly confused to a certain level.
However, she proceeded in the conversation anyway.
"You said all your life. Do you practice everyday? Those kinds of things take devotion that most people don't have unfortunately." Murasaki would look off out into the window,giving a nice view of the school courtyard. Ignorance is bliss |
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Post by zeekthelazy on Dec 13, 2015 17:03:10 GMT -5
"I don't get as m-much practice as I w-would like," He said regretfully, "I've moved a-around quite a bit and haven't always had a-access to a piano."
While what he had said was true enough, he avoided the real reason he moved around. For one thing, he wasn't sure he wanted to go into detail about how he had ran away seven times, or that he had been kicked out of every school he had ever been in with someone he had just met. So he decided to play it safe while they were on the topic of music.
"H-how about you? Do you play any i-instruments?"
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