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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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Post by Elliot Smith on Jan 1, 2016 9:11:42 GMT -5
Elliot stood silently in front of the school entrance. He had been transfered here after one of his impulsive actions made him get expelled- he broke someone's arm in a fight. However, he wasn't a bad guy or anything- he always tried to be polite, but that day the other guy crossed the line, and he got what was coming to him. Of course, his parents had both been furious but as usual they let him decide what he was going to do. So Elliot decided to transfer here, a school which was around 300 miles away from his hometown. That meant he was also going to live in the school dormitories.
After all these flashbacks, Elliot decided to enter the school, walking at a rhythmical pace and passing the detectors. It was quite weird for a school to have detectors, but he ignored the though and carried on walking to what seemed to be the reception. He was told by a school representative that he needed to get his agenda or something, to know what classes he had and when he had them, but the representative decided that it would be best if he didn't tell him where that agenda was! Really, that was so nice of him. Elliot passed through a door to a three storey building, and straight ahead he saw what looked to be his destination. A head popped up from inside, and he walked towards the place.
Upon arriving, he saw that it was a woman inside, and he asked kindly if this was the reception. "No. The reception is to the corridor on your right, go all the way down it and you will definitely find it!" Elliot nodded his head to represent a thank you and walked to his right, finally reaching the reception. There, he asked for his agenda and the tall man there gave him a sheet which had been printed with all his classes and when they would take place. Now, it appeared that Elliot had free time now, so he would walk along the halls of the school and check what it looked like, the opinions of the students and even the reputation of the school. After all, he chose this school because it was the only one that let him in after he was expelled.
He climbed a few steps of stairs and got to the second storey, which was packed with students talking to each other and classrooms. He didn't know any of them, so he didn't even bother to step into the hall; he carried on climbing to the top floor. When he reached it, it was exactly like the last one, although now Elliot thought he should introduce himself to someone, because he wanted to make friends and have people who he could trust around him. He tapped someone on the shoulder and said: "Hello! I'm Elliot. Who are you?"
He realised it was quite the impulsive question. Oh well!
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Jan 1, 2016 12:43:10 GMT -5
A tap on the shoulder. It certainly wasn't something she expected to feel on her way to class. A cursory look told her it was a boy she hadn't seen around lately. 'Perhaps you should speak with him. New blood, new observation,' Nyka commented from within. The boy introduced himself as Elliott and asked who she was.
Smiling warmly, Hemera responded, "My name is Hemera. Lovely to meet you, dear. I'm guessing you're new here? Either that or you decided to come and target me for my white hair or outfit." Today's outfit consisted of a neon pink running shorts, a black muscle tee that hugged her curves, and a pair of black, pink, and white Asics running shoes. She had her hair pulled up into a high pony tail, the end of her hair tickling her bottom. "It is still cold outside, after all."
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Post by Elliot Smith on Jan 1, 2016 13:11:33 GMT -5
The person tapped on the shoulder looked at Elliot, and something like surprise passed briefly over her features, and the she spoke politely and with a warm smile, a good start for Elliot who had no clue what she was going to be like. For all he knew, that tap could have just started a fight. You never know- someone out there may be short-tempered enough for that to happen. Now that he thought about it, he would fall into that category as well!
The girl, who was a bit shorter than him, introduced herself as Hemera, before asking if he was either new or he was targeting her outfit. Elliot became slightly puzzled at her question. What did she mean by "targeting my outfit"? However, he decided to ignore this, and nodded slightly, taking in all her features. Her eyes were icy cold and she had quite the outfit on- pink running shorts and a black muscle tee. As for Elliot, he thought you had to come as smart as possible, so he had his white shirt on with black trousers and a red tie. Admittedly, it was amazingly uncomfortable, and although it was quite cold outside he was so fortunate he forgot his black blazer when he had dressed at his brand new dormitory.
Elliot had many questions about this school, but for now he was more curious about what Hemera had said. "I am new here. I just transfered in today. Just out of curiosity, what did you mean by targeting your outfit and your white hair?" Elliot tried to hide his curiosity, as he didn't want this person to tink he was being too nosy or anything of the like. He looked at Hemera, now subconsciously leaning against the wall next to her, while many students dashed past in a blur. This school had so many people running around the corriders and just standing around. Elliot imagined it was quite easy to get lost around here.
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Post by Ruby on Jan 1, 2016 19:34:01 GMT -5
((ooc: Is it okay if I join? If not I'll delete my post no problem! c: ))
Walking down the hallways with her hands folded behind her back, all hidden under her cloak, the girl was doing another social experiment of sorts. Well, perhaps it wasn't an experiment, but it certainly was a study of some nature. The people of this region weren't quite as hostile as her home land--that she was confident of by now. And though some people liked to pick fights with her, she always fended them off easily enough. All in all, things were getting pretty easy for her by now, and she was just starting to figure out what was considered normal and what exactly wasn't.
However, she'd stop walking in the hallway when her eyes came across another girl with blinding white hair and icy blue eyes that sparkled with life. Though it may not have been as strange as a cloak and medieval boots, the girl also stood out from the rest of the students--wearing bright pink shorts and a black muscle shirt. Ruby was almost squealing inside at the sight of the girl--a fellow white-haired girl and one who was different than the others, as well! Sure maybe she wasn't the same type of person as Ruby, as her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue while Ruby's was... well... violet. But alas! She was not alone! Perhaps this girl shared something in common with her!
Now, as she dared to approach, she overheard a male student ask something about why one would be targeted for their hair or clothing. Was he... was he joking? "Don't you know?" Ruby asked, crossing her scarred arms as she approached. "People will pick on you a lot if you're different. And what's more obvious at being different than white hair and unusual clothing?" She'd lived a life of torment just because people couldn't accept appearances, and though this school was better than her old living place, those rules still applied... even if on a lesser scale. To her, it seemed so obvious that she was surprised anyone could possibly think it odd.
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Jan 1, 2016 22:58:59 GMT -5
Before she could answer, another girl came up to Hemera and Elliott. She had...white hair like hers. That was a rarity in and of itself. The girl explained to Elliott what Hemera had meant, but Hemera just couldn't look away. As she girl turned slightly, Hemera could see her eyes. A blindingly gorgeous shade of a majestic violet. It was....astounding. Shaking her head clear, she stared at the boy and girl. Two new people in one day. That was something, indeed. Standing on her tiptoes, she smiled at the two then began to stretch along the wall. "Where do you come from Elliott? I mean, what's your story? And I'm Hemera." She directed the last sentence towards the like-haired girl.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 2, 2016 7:57:57 GMT -5
THEY WANT MY HEAD
NOT MY MIND.
❝ IRA | Ira's ears perked up slightly when she registered faint noises of conversation, vaguely bored by her day in school. It was filled with screaming kids, too many slaps to count, and three split milkshakes, hence falling under the category of a prosaic day, with the mundane. Mildly curious, she peaked around the corner to register three people conversing with the other; the white, the violet, and some guy that she hadn't met before.
Not that she would know, considering her abysmal memory.
Walking up to them slowly, she gave them a half smile while diverting her attention on Ruby with her unique shade of hair, evidently preoccupied with the notion of observing a hair color that she'd never observed before. Her pale eyes glinted slightly while she moved even closer, despite her wariness of strangers, and the possibility that one of them might be Cerberus in disguise; determined to bite the ever living hell out of her.
Slightly anxious, she leaned against the wall, around five feet away from them, watching them, while falling under the pretext that they didn't ask for her name, and hence, they should not get it. She opened her mouth to greet them with a simple hi, and an inquiry for their names, along with a phrase of "I haven't seen you around, are you guys new?"
That's called being polite, she'd think.
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Post by Elliot Smith on Jan 2, 2016 10:02:01 GMT -5
Now there were two new people; the more company the better he thought. One of them had white hair like Hemera, but she hadn't bothered to introduce herself and instead had decided to explain to him that being different around here meant bad stuff was going to happen. He now understood clearly what she meant- Elliot had been a bit of a dimwit to have even asked Hemera what she meant. The other girl was leaning on the wall like him, although she was a few feet away. The girl was very short and wore a blouse under a brown lab coat. That was quite the weird appearance in itself, and she hadn't introduced herself either and had inquired what their names were.
Hemera had asked him what his story was, and he didn't want to start of with a bad vibe and reputation about him, so he was thinking very carefully if he should tell her or not. However, for now, he would take questions one at a time. "Hello the both of you. I'm Elliot. So what are your names?" He asked the last question looking at both of the new girls. The girl with the dark brown hair and the lab coat appeared to be a bit suspicious? Maybe it was him just reading too much or too little into people. He stopped to think for a few seconds, deciding to be honest and tell them how he was transfered to the school and the details of it.
Elliot turned to Hemera and performed a dramatich sigh on purpose, before proceeding to say: "My story? Well it isn't the best one, but I'll tell you anyway. One day, at my old school back in the center of Pennsylvania, there was this guy who was being quite rude. Normally, I ignore people like him, but I was quite angry for no apparent reason, and so grabbed his right arm, twisted it behind his bak, and pushed it outwards, breaking it. Obviously, I got expelled, and when I tried to apply for other schools, they wouldn't let me in, apart from this one. I know what you're thinking, I am quite stupid."
Now that Elliot had told them this, he felt quite embarassed and knew that they were going to make up some reason to walk away from him, but the matter of fact was that Hemera was the one who asked about his story.
Remembering the incident again made him regret not having broken the other arm of the guy as well; he was so deep in thought he forgot to answer where he came from.
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Post by Ruby on Jan 2, 2016 15:50:25 GMT -5
Ruby nodded at the given information, the other white-haired girl's name was Hemera. Interesting... Another female with brown hair this time also made herself known by speaking up, to which Ruby would stay quiet to and let the others reply. New? Well she was new in that she'd only been here for less than a year, and still didn't know the importance of going to class, but she wasn't really new in general. She was pretty used to how things were in this place by now. All the weird and uncanny, and whatever else. However, her attention would be drawn from her hypothetical answer when the boy started to speak in reply to the young, white-haired woman...
So he had gotten into trouble for breaking someone's arm? Ruby couldn't help but to giggle, finding it funny how he thought he was stupid for doing such a thing, and now seemed embarrassed to be telling them. She would gently press her fingertips together and lightly hold them below her chin, grinning. "You guys can call me Ruby," she stated with a smile still on her face. "And child, I wouldn't worry about that. It isn't all that bad, and I personally can't be judgmental on you. I once nearly cut off a man's arm when I was younger." Not even an exaggeration. She'd gotten into a sword fight with a young man who had been much more skilled than she at the time, but she wasn't so easily defeated--even back then. The girl had done some serious damage to him and his right arm, but she hadn't gone unscathed herself. He'd done quite a bit of damage himself, and though she couldn't remember the exact details, she had a feeling the two particularly massive scars on her left arm were from that particular time.
But then again, perhaps she was always much more violent than the average student, anyway. She couldn't really compare him or anyone else to herself for that reason. The white-haired girl would glance at Ira and ask, "What about you? You seem like you're not new, either, so, what's your story? Since we're telling stories now, I guess." Story time! <3 maybe...
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 14, 2016 8:28:43 GMT -5
She is beauty, she is grace.
 she will punch you in the face.
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| Ira laughed slightly and folded her arms as a small act. Her eyes shifted from Elliot to Ruby, genuinely curious about their identities, their lives, and what they wished to do in the future.
"Apparently, going in front of a computer and counting is extremely offensive. It's the equivalent of going up to a human and saying 'blood...blood...blood. My parents couldn't stand it, and here I am." She finish with a dimpled flourish, giving them a warm smile.
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