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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 Valdis Kriemhild on Dec 15, 2015 9:15:47 GMT -5
war is overdue
The time has come for you
Her fist was flying in the air. A wet smacking noise as the glove met the bag, and then it happened again. Her breath came out in a long hiss, before the sounds picked up. The sand bag was shifting this way and that as she hit it. Her long blonde hair flowed as she moved, her eyes narrowed in concentration. Her body was warming up, as she was told by the gym trainer to warm up. Today was sparring day and they would finally get to see what sort of talent she held. Of course, this was her only day off this week, and even then her boss had to pratically shove her to do it. She still had protested a bit, but eventually she relented. She hadn't wanted to disapoint him of course. So that's why she was here, training. She had felt as if she had become soft as of late, and sought to prove herself. The teenage girl let out a harsh breath, and let fly another fist. Once she was satisfied, she slowly began to add in her legs, making sure they were nice and ready. And then she heard them call her name, the blonde lifting her head as she walked up. Her hand lifted to her head, tying up the long strands of blonde into a ponytail. It wouldn't do to be obstructed by her own hair during the spar, now would it? Arriving in the ring, she let out a large breath. Of course, the rules were no injuries, and to keep it clean. Valdis circled her opponent, unaware that people were gathering to watch this spar. [/b] open • Words; 0275 • Notes; feel free to show up as a spectator or the opponent, if you want! [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div] |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 15, 2015 11:13:17 GMT -5
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Gently heaving herself into the ring, she met Valdis' eyes once more, and nodded politely, waiting for someone to react. Pressing her crimson lips together nervously, she stood on the balls of her feet before drying her clammy hands onto her shorts--the very ones that flapped slightly against her thighs when she moved to take up the challenge proffered to her.
"My name is Ira Defaire." She spoke softly.
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Post by Valdis Kriemhild on Jan 4, 2016 0:11:49 GMT -5
war is overdue
The time has come for you
It was a sort of dance. The blonde didn't even smile, but nodded towards the woman that had made her way in the ring. Surely, this would be interesting, as the blonde's eyes shifted this way and that, taking note of the other. And then there was nothing more she could do. She had spent a bit of time getting ready and their match would start at any moment. ''Valdis Kriemhild.'' she finally spoke. She had hesitated to speak simply because she did not like to speak before a battle. But this other girl, Ira, had given her a name on which to call her. She could not withhold her own - it was part of the manners that she had been taught as of late. The fighter shifted her weight again, eyes flickering towards the other. The time was now. The referee blew the whistle, indicating the start of the spar. Most would expect the blonde to go first, but she shifted her weight, and waited - eyes trained like a hawk on the other. The other wouldn't know, but Valdis' style was primarily to wait. It was exactly what she had learned to do, and she knew that her owner - because she still thought like a wild creature at times, some concepts never faded from her mind and personality - would tell her to do her best. He didn't handle losers after all, and she was a wolf, waiting for her chance to strike. Her face lost all emotion, as she waited for the girl Ira to make the first move. And then, Valdis would strike when people least expected it, as she had always done before. [/b] Ira Defaire • Words; 0280 • Notes; sorry for the wait ;w; [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div] |
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Post by Lucius Capella on Jan 5, 2016 19:41:39 GMT -5
Lucius had always liked observing fights. It was always fun seeing how others matched up against each other, and the blonde had found out that there was always something to be learned from a fight. Especially a women's fight. Lucius Capella was obviously scrawny for his age. Despite a fairly average height, his weight went way below what could be considered normally healthy. Really, if he had long hair and you viewed him from behind, the male would appear quite feminine indeed. The male rarely viewed it as a good trait; he had gotten more than his fair share of bullying from past schools when older, tougher boys had picked on him. His scrawniness caused him to relate more to girls' fighting styles rather than the buff, brawny boys that had often victimized him.
Hearing the sounds of fighting, Lucius would leisurely walk towards the noises. He was very much enjoying his life here at PHS #552, where he could strike back without withholding any of his strength. Though Lucius had become much healthier, happier, and started eating more, he was still slightly underweight. He wasn't too concerned over it, however. There were lots of better things to do, better things to focus on. Like this fight. The junior's eyes lit up when he found that both contenders were female. It was a lot easier finding female fights now that he had joined the school, but he still hadn't witnessed one yet, much less a boxing match. Actually, Lucius's experience with boxing had been menial at most. Yes, this match would be interesting. Lucius would stand in a dark corner, quietly watching away from whoever else was there.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 14, 2016 7:46:24 GMT -5
She is beauty, she is grace.
 she will punch you in the face.
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Despite the shenanigans that Ira was tempted to pull, she remained silent, and rather puzzled when Valdis didn't move; both girls evidently expecting the other to lash out quickly before they offer a reaction.
With her peripheral vision, Ira noticed Lucius, and her eyes watched his soft golden hair amidst the crowd rather curiously. There was something interesting about this one--something different that made her intrigue to know more.
Looking over at Valdis with a small grin, she randomly said "After this, let's go for some dinner. I'm hungry."
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