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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.
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Post by Aderyn Gladys on Dec 15, 2015 7:10:27 GMT -5
paranoia is in bloom
endless red tape to keep the truth confined
A hissed breath, as her body leaned against the wall. Twin tails of orange red spilled onto her shoulders, keeping her face hidden from a first glance. Her breathing was slow, but hard. Her body stance was defensive, an arm wrapped around herself. Most of the students passed, uncaring of what was wrong with the girl. She was weak, therefore nobody cared, and nobody even knew her. Pushing herself off the wall, she started to walk down the hallway. Keeping her left side facing the wall so nobody would see, she marched on. There was no point on debating, or even staying behind to try and work it out. Ever since Flynn had to fly back to Russia, she had been left here alone to deal with their businesses here. Like that was working. Without Flynn, she was just a squishy tactician. Her knowledge of combat and her tactical mind were keen. But that didn't mean her body could keep up with her mind. Her fingers were holding her side, trying to stem the bloodflow with her clothing. She couldn't afford to let anyone see her injured, but that was probably too late. What, with the dark bruises blooming around her neck, the split lip and the blackened right eye to boot. That was why she was walking head down, hiding her face from everyone else. What was the point? Nobody would help her anyways, and at best someone would just push her around and mock her. The spitfire just let go another deep breath, leaning against the wall again. She was in pain, sure, but she wouldn't give up. With another push, she began moving forward again, try to get to the girl's bathroom without further incident. Of course, that never seemed to happen in 552, no matter how much she wished for it. [/b] open • Words; 0305 • Notes; would probably break her bones, the poor thing. [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div] |
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Post by Ruby on Dec 15, 2015 8:24:26 GMT -5
Protége, mon Dieu les M A L H E U R E U X Gliding down the halls rather elegantly, her cloak flowing behind her majestically like Darth Vader or a dark-clad prince on horseback, the girl would quickly make her way down the halls toward the girl's bathroom. It had been a short while since she'd actually started to participate with classes, despite "attending" the school long before, but she never really felt she needed to take the classes... or understood why she shouldn't. Or feel that she wanted to. Or feel that she fit in. No, no, it seemed too weird to her, but at least now she was trying. Now that she was trying to be normal like other girls and... well... other people in general.
There seemed to be no need to be herself anymore. Not when she was this weird of a person. Of course, her brother would disagree, but, well... that was him...
And Ruby thought him to be dumb.
As much as she loved him. Yes, she thought he was dumb sometimes. But he supported her anyway, regardless of what weird phases she went through. It was one of the most admirable things about her dear brother. She only hoped her "little friend", as the French called them, wouldn't notice or at least wouldn't get upset at her for trying to change, either.
Spotting her target, the girl would run to the girl's bathroom and rather than opening the door like a normal person, she'd merely lean against it with her back before pushing back lightly and spinning inside the white room.
There didn't seem to be anyone inside, at least yet, anyway. Ruby was grateful for that, at least, she thought she was? She'd encountered enough girls that she was starting to feel comfortable enough around them. After all, she was trying to "be" one, now. But still, maybe perhaps she should get dressed in the boy's room. After all, she was more comfortable with guys--then again, that defeated the purpose.
"Okay," she muttered, her violet eye scanning the bathroom for no apparent reason. She'd wait to get dressed, but for now, she'd set her spare, "normal", clothing on one of the counter tops next to the sink, and take out some "supplies" she'd bought for relatively cheap.
Makeup. Ohhh yeah. Was she girly now, or what?
Really it was only some dark violet and black eye shadow with some red lip gloss, but she thought it was pretty damn girly. Especially for a girl who'd never really put on makeup of any sort before.
The girl was sitting on the counter by now, her legs criss-crossed-apple-sauce, and she was leaning in close to the mirror to make sure she didn't mess up--looking like a zombie or something would be really awkward.
However, after a few minutes she heard someone else enter the bathroom, and she'd turn her head to glance at the girl who came in. Whether the girl made note of Ruby sitting on the counter or not, the white-haired girl would continue to stare somewhat at the other girl, trying to take in every detail she could as though making notes for a class.
Class... oh yeah! Wasn't she supposed to be in class by now? It was only... the maths class. So nothing important. She didn't understand that class and surely wouldn't mind skipping it... again.
Now she could understand why Dan ditched English so much.
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Post by Aderyn Gladys on Dec 24, 2015 18:00:28 GMT -5
paranoia is in bloom
endless red tape to keep the truth confined
Right, logically she wanted the bathroom. Eventually she found her way there, instead of some stupid hallway or some other stupid bully group that wanted an easy fight. Honestly, you'd think by now they'd stop having an interest in beating her up, but there was always someone with something to prove and a massively sensitive ego. And she was the perfect victim, and she knew it. To be honest, if she cared about changing it, she had enough brains to figure out a way. Though, to her, she was pretty much done with the whole trying to be strong bullshit. What was the point of strength, when she could just use her mind and avoid the situations? For now, she'd take the pain. One day, she'd get her vengance. Everyone knows jocks don't get jobs after all. Her hand pushed the bathroom door open, and she slipped in, walking towards one of the sinks with a determined gaze. She even had a preferred sink, and it was free, as the red head just threw open the taps, and stretched her neck. With a soft sigh, she brough the cold water to her face, and hummed in contentment. It was soothing to her black eye, and she took a piece of cloth, put it in the cold water, and rung it out, before applying it to her eye. Of course, being in her little world, she hadn't noticed the person that was in the bathroom with her. Turning her head to face towards the window, her gaze landed on the person sitting on the counter. For a single moment she just stared. ''You realize that you don't sit on the counter, right?'' she said first. Of course, she had said something rude first, and that was probably going to earn her other black eye. But that's how Aderyn was, and she didn't stop who she was for some stupid system. The red head just stayed there, waiting for the girl on the counter to respond to her commentary. Or not respond at all, as she put the cloth down, turning back to the mirror to inspect her black eye as she waited. No point in wasting too much time right? She had to get herself together and soon. Wouldn't do to be marked by the teachers. [/b] Ruby • Words; 0385 • Notes; sorry for the wait, here you go! [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div] |
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Post by Ruby on Dec 24, 2015 18:22:04 GMT -5
Protége, mon Dieu les M A L H E U R E U X For a moment, Ruby wouldn't respond to the girl's comment, still staring somewhat at her appearance. Not in the judgmental way--as Ruby was wearing one of the most eccentric outfits in the entire school. But rather, just taking mental notes--noticing her rather simple attire, fiery red hair, and sparkling blue eyes. Ruby thought her beautiful, absolutely loving the color of blue, and wishing she had blue eyes herself. But it didn't really matter.
"You're not?" She asked, raising an eyebrow in response to the girl's comment. "Huh." She would shrug it off and look back at the mirror, before giving a small sigh. Well, if you're not supposed to be on counters, perhaps she shouldn't be on them and should get off. After all, she's supposed to be normal. The girl would hop down from the counter and stand up-straight again before turning back to the mirror and counter, and she'd glance at the other girl with her violet eye.
The orange-haired girl had a large mark on her face, and though Ruby hadn't noticed it before because she'd been to busy staring at her irises, it was something that she didn't have to think twice about to recognize. "You're a pretty girl, it's unfortunate someone literally smacked you in the eye." She gave a small snicker at that, mentally thinking of the translations and finding it accurate and, in a sense, funny. "Oh, English is such a weird language," she thought.
"Do people hit you a lot?" She wondered, her expression growing rather serious despite her small laugh from before. The thought was rather aggravating to her. Were people really just like that? She could understand hurting someone for being a freak of nature, for being dangerous, or as punishment... and though it hurt she felt it was understandable. But for the girl next to her? Why on Earth would people try to hit someone like her? Did she do something wrong? Ruby half hoped so, so that at least it was an act of retribution rather than just abuse.
Tous les misérable sont enfants de D I E U? ULLA ((ooc: It's fine! c: )) |
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