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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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Artistry IV: Drawing Portraits (Student/OPEN)
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Все должны меня любить и отчаяние
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Dec 12, 2015 13:20:59 GMT -5
Kamile looked over the supplies one more time before heading to the door to open it. It was about time for the students to come in for the first period class. After opening the door, she would briskly walk back over to the board and write TODAY'S ART ASSIGNMENT:
PARTNERED PORTRAITS
ON YOUR DESK YOU WILL SEE A NUMBER
THAT CORRELATES WITH ANOTHER STUDENT
FIND YOUR MATCHES AND SIT QUIETLY
IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS SEE ME After writing she would turn around and lean against the side of her desk facing the door. Reaching back to her mug of coffee, she'd sip at it and watch the door. Each desk had two pencils and three 15"x30" papers. There were more on her desk if needed. If any students came in, they would be greeted, but almost like by a robot. Kamile's thoughts pulled her towards Steven and the night they shared. Nothing happened, but why did she feel like it did? Why was it that even though they drank and then slept it off, it was almost like they had shared so much more? |
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Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 19:19:12 GMT -5
Aegis walked into the classroom with a bored look on her face. it was her first class of the year, and she had just arrived to New York just a few weeks ago. Her parents said that it was time for her to go and do something with her life, besides making machine after machine after machine. Her 5 other sister were said to be coming to meet her soon enough, but at the present moment she was stuck in the hellhole, rotting away. The first week she actually felt hope that one of her five sisters would be with her to face this new trial of life together for the first time. but like an iron bar in saltwater, her hope slowly rusted and degraded back to what it was like before, barely nothing.
She didn't like it here. All Aegis wanted to do was sit down in her room and build robots like she used to. Sitting down at her desk near the back of the class, she ignored the number for now and got her tool kit out from her backpack, and began to tinker with gears and paperclips.
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Post by The Pansa on Dec 17, 2015 8:05:36 GMT -5
notes here. @tagged words: 130 | It was first period as usual.
Etsuko walked in hesitantly, only to be greeted by the teacher in a terse manner.
She shrugged it off and sat down at her seat where she was presented with some paper and other necessities.
Murasaki had skill in this subject due to her past in Japan, so it was only natural to believe that doing something as simple as a sketch or other easy tests or challenges.
But as Etsuko looked to Ms.Travosky, she noticed that something was off. Obviously by her strangely robotic voice, but there was something else taking place it seemed.
Etsuko got up from her seat and walked to the teacher's desk. "Is something the matter Ms.Travosky?" Ignorance is bliss |
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Let's sleep through the end of this world.
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❝ Iconoclast ❞
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 17, 2015 10:54:44 GMT -5
Sitting rather innocently in her seat, Ira eagerly awaited the teacher to begin her lesson, as she slowly formulate what she would draw in her mind. The possibilities ranged from - a dead duck, a squashed duck, and a deformed duck. Her hatred for ducks stretched morbidly to every aspect of her life, and today wasn't any difficult.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, while she regarded the teacher, watchful and wary. She wasn't sure what most teachers were like; many were volatile, and unfortunately temperamental, but she did want to learn something while she was submerged in this hellhole-- to grasp a golden needles within the immense, filthy hay.
Pulling her color pencils out, she waited.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 17, 2015 13:33:57 GMT -5
His school bag held over one shoulder, as Kazuya walked in, he would be greeted by the teacher, but the greeting sounded... mechanical. Almost robot-like you could say. Pausing momentarily to look at the teacher, he would quickly shrug it off and make his way to an empty seat, as he would sit down in one of the desks located beside the windows. Kazuya was skilled in art, though his skill was geared more towards calligraphy, but the assignment the teacher wrote on the board seemed straightforward enough. The necessary materials for the assignment already on his desk, Kazuya would look at the number on his desk, then at the others in the classroom.
Casually shoving his hands in his pockets, Kazuya would sit back in his seat and relax slightly. Out of everyone in the class, he only recognized Ira, the other two girls, he had never met or seen before. Ten bucks says she's his partner for the assignment. |
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Post by zeekthelazy on Dec 17, 2015 14:48:52 GMT -5
Zeek had been in the back of the class listening to the likes of Warne Marsh, an amazing jazz pianist, thought his favorite had to be Vince Guaraldi. His head had drooped onto his right hand and he was dozing off, he was only there because art was something that he could appreciate even if he was absolutely horrible at it. Zeek was too busy being lazy and not paying attention to the rest of the class to realize that someone had sat down next to him. As he listened to his music, he half started to wonder why he had chosen art instead of music, which was his true passion. He sighed to himself and let the day continue on.
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Все должны меня любить и отчаяние
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Jan 1, 2016 14:29:30 GMT -5
Kamile blinked and looked to the young woman calling her name. Did she say something? Oh. Right.
"Yes. I am fine. I was just day dreaming. Good morning! Are you new here? I haven't seen you before. My name is Kamile Trakovsky. What is yours?"
Kamile's face would ease into a bright warm smile, if compared to a food, it would be honey. Milk and honey. Kamile's eyes would pool into a warm gooey blue. Also, nice and warm, like a soothing Jacuzzi.
As she listened to the girl, her posture would be pulled up right and she would turn to fully face her, an earnerst way of physically saying, 'you have my full attention.'
[[OOC: Sorry about the long wait. I will post as often as i can. Thank you for all your patience!!]]
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❝ Iconoclast ❞
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 2, 2016 7:50:15 GMT -5
THEY WANT MY HEAD
NOT MY MIND.
❝ IRA | Ira's attention was diverted slightly to the art teacher; Miss Trakovsky, while she determinedly kept her mouth shut. She was close to commenting on the silence and slowness of the lesson, but under the idea that she had genuinely no idea what a teacher, or this teacher, to be precise, was capable of, she should maintain her reticence and observe. Taking the pencil on her desk and pulling the piece of white paper toward her, she begin idly drawing a line from the very top of the paper that was placed in a portrait position. The line stretched from the top to the bottom, but instead of stopping at the bottom, Ira had the audacity -or grand idea, as she titled it- to continue drawing the line; from the top to the bottom, to the table. The table now had a straight gray marking on it.
Proceeding from her mischief making and the hope that the teacher hadn't noticed her, she continued drawing a vertical line on the table, making a fairly wonky cross. Observing her 'work of art', she resumed drawing, blithely unaware if anyone might be watching her.
Unfortunately for the young girl, the book 'Fifty Shades of Gray' that was tucked away in her backpack revealed it's presence when she failed to remember to fasten her bag shut. It's wide in the open for basically anyone and everyone to see, while Ira happily continued drawing on her table. As she always say, every book was for education.
She just happened to be interested in sex education.
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Jan 2, 2016 11:55:14 GMT -5
Kamile would steal a look at the clock. Oh dear. Class had started about five minutes ago. She stood up quickly cutting off the girl if she had started saying something.
"Vot der'mo! I am terribly sorry. You speak to me after announcement have been made if you wish. I must start class. Please have seat for now." Her accent was thicker now that she was rushing herself. She heard it but decided if the girl didn't know all she was saying, she could tell by the rushed motions what was going on. Moving to the front of her desk, Kamile would clear her throat and calm herself to be able to speak more clearly.
"Good morning students. I apologize for the late start of class. My name is Kamile Trakovsky. I am the art teacher here. Today's assignment is as shown above my desk on the black board. Partnered portraits. Some of you may be worried about how the sketch will come out. Don't. Art comes from the heart not the skill of your hand. You may notice a number located on your desk. Please move quickly and quietly to your partner and sit at the desk across from them. Remember there is no 'Heart' without 'Art'."
Kazuya-Ira
Aegis-Zeek
Etsuko-Trakovsky
Kamile noticed the girl that came up to her seemed to not have a person sitting in her correlating number. She would walk over to her and gently tap her desk with her fingernails.
"I noticed you have no partner. You may either draw with me as your partner or choose another from the class. ((NPC)) I shall leave the decision to you." With that she would make her way back to her desk and sit down.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Jan 2, 2016 14:28:35 GMT -5
 While he waited for the class to begin, Kazuya would idly glance over to his right, and notice Ira drawing... well, actually just drawing a line right down the middle of her piece of paper, but instead of stopping at the bottom of the sheet, she proceeded to continue the line right onto the desk itself. Regarding her with a half-bored expression on his face, he would continue to watch in mild interest as she drew a horizontal line, creating a wonky cross of sorts on her paper. As he watched her continue her reign of mischief, he would notice from the bottom of peripheral vision, her backpack was open, revealing her choice of reading for the day, as his eyes would shift back up to look at Ira once more.
"Really Ira?"
Not long after, he would hear the teacher speak, as class would finally begin. Turning his head back to the front of the classroom, he would regard the teacher with the same half-bored expression, even though he was paying quite close attention to what she was saying. Glancing down at the number at his desk, then over at the number on Ira's desk, a slight smirk would tug at the corners of his mouth. Today was probably one of the greatest days of Ira's life. Picking up all his materials on the desk and rising up out of his desk, he would stride over to the desk across from Ira's and slip into the seat, placing all the materials down on top of the desk and looking at her in mild amusement.
"Looks like I'm your partner. I'm noticing a trend here..."
Picking his pencil up, he would start by drawing a rough sketch of her face, working on getting the basics of her face and hair first, or rather, what parts of her face he could see at a glance anyways. |
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I can't lose you now. How will I survive?
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Post by Melanie Rose on Jan 7, 2016 22:03:41 GMT -5
Melanie would walk by the classroom she was supposed to be in. Sure she was supposed to go in and the teacher clearly didn't care for people coming in late, she wouldn't do much aside from a tongue lashing in another language, but still. Did Melanie feel like going in? Not really. She peeked in through the window at the students, who were moving around the classroom and seating themselves in pairs. Hmm... Seems like a partnered thing. She stole a glance at the chalkboard. Partnered Portraits. Damn. Not her best suit. She did promise Mr. Aaron Hollows she would start trying to go back to class.
She stood there deliberating for another minute before turning to leave. Maybe another day. Before she could take five steps, the door opened and a rather exquisite looking Ms. Trakovsky stepped through the open portal. "Ms. Rose, won't you be joining us today? I think you may find our project today to be quite the new experience." Melanie sighed. Guess i will be staying after all.
The teacher led her to her desk and sat her down with a girl. "This will be your partner." That was all she said before returning to her desk. Man, that teacher is weird. she turned to the girl. "Hi. My name is Melanie Rose. Guess I am your partner. Nice to meet ya." Melanie took out her phone and began playing AFI's 'December Underground' Album quietly enough that only her and the girl would be able to hear it. Putting her phone to the side and biting her lip, she would pick up a pencil and start scratching out a face on her paper. "Hope you like chicken scratch. I can't draw worth shit."
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