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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 Aldritch Hexell on Jan 25, 2016 6:24:35 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | "I- I- I-...." Aldritch would stutter as the girl ran away. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what he was doing. He had to chase after her. Scurrying like a mad dog on the floor, Aldritch would run, run on all fours like the animal he is. "S-s-stop! I-... I-...." He'd exclaim as he rose up, now running with both legs.
"I-!.... I-!..."
As he ran, he took a deep breath and exhaled. A sudden trail of light would be seen behind him, his speed noticeably increasing dramatically at the moment. "Stop! I didn't say anything like that!" He'd shout, wanting to release it all. "Did you!? Did you not want it!?" If the girl were to listen, his running would put to a halt.
"Kill me now if you didn't... Go ahead and shoot me... Because I certainly want more..."
Either way, someone else would kill him if not her.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 25, 2016 7:41:30 GMT -5
She is beauty, she is grace.
 she will punch you in the face.
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| Slowing down slightly, Ira would hear the ivory-haired teenager holler after her, and she finally stopped. Her breathing became ragged, and they re-appear in short bursts, each heavier than the last. When she could breathe properly, and her ribcage stopped their hurting, she would shudder and turn around.
He would be significantly faster than her, and he would have caught up to her by then. Her lips would burn, along with her face, her ears, and her neck, with pure, unadulterated shame.
"Yeah," The girl would let out a bitter laugh. 'Yeah, you would want more, with every single girl with looks. You certainly want a lot more." She scoffed shakily.
She didn't know why she was fuming--her face was still very much scarlet as she avoided his question. She was too confused, too stunned by her lack of thought as she flushed angrily once more when turning around to face him. She was glad for the darkness in the street then, for her couldn't see her face clearly.
Maybe he wouldn't see it at all, in the future.
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Jan 25, 2016 8:20:04 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | "Every single girl with looks?" He'd sigh, he's hopeless, they're hopeless. "Nah. you're more than that." All he could do at the time was inhale and exhale quite sadly. With all the problems piled up on the kid, he might never be the same carefree albino he was before, maybe a bit, but that's it. Times like these, people had to adopt to the change, he had to mature. He was a hex after all.
"I know you hate me, much more now that I did that. I just hope you'll accept my apologies." He'd say, loosening up a bit more. "Even though I like... like you... If it's what makes you happy then..." He looked pitiful, but not the kind that would you want to help him, no, the pitiful kind in a way that makes you want to mock him for being that kind of scum. "...then..."
"...I'll leave... And you can forget it ever happened..."
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 25, 2016 8:30:40 GMT -5
She is beauty, she is grace.
she will punch you in the face.
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| Staring at him in utter disbelief, Ira wasn't entirely sure where, and how she could, or should begin verbally lacerating him, pulling examples after examples off the top of her head. Examples that she wanted him to answer to, and examples that he needn't answer to, considering it was at his own discretion, and not hers. Never hers.
"What about that girl that you said kissed you on the face? Or that stupid blush you had when that blondie from just now went up to hug you?" She demanded. "Or that girl we met -Luna- when we fought Soran? Or that gi-" She stopped abruptly.
Shaking her head in even more disbelief, she regarded him almost curiously. "We are in Lightning Gang. We have a gang leader called Leon Sudeki, we have Felix, and we have the two of us. And when the world ends, we have the two of us, Leon Sudeki and Felix. I cannot hate you, and I do not think I can ever hate you. I do not think I can hate a person that tried to save me from something that would kill me, even if it's a simulation, and I do not think I can, with all the pent up, psychotic hatred residing in my brain and heart, hate Aldritch Hexell."
Reaching out to grab his collar, her eyes would flash again.
"If you want to leave, so be it. If you want to stay, so be it. But remember this--if you leave, I would not think less of you, until you tell me that your reason was because you kissed a girl you happen to like, and she hadn't told you what she thought or felt."
Her face would look vaguely amused, in a contorted, and painful way as she let out a small laugh.
"You are going to be the death of me, Aldritch Hexell."
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Jan 25, 2016 8:45:36 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | "You knew of the simulation after all..." Another sigh would escape him, this time accompanied by the crackle of his dry throat. He was a sigh dispenser at the time, and the only off button was her answers. "I guess I am, Ira Defaire..."
The albino then laid his hand on top of her hand, the one which had held him by the collar. His crimson orbs would position themselves to look deeply at the lady's. "I guess I am..."
"...But then again... what has the girl thought or felt?"
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 25, 2016 9:09:25 GMT -5
She is beauty, she is grace.
she will punch you in the face.
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| Raising an eyebrow, she voided the question reticently and too quickly for her own good. Biting down on her lips, her eyes would fall on the her hand that he covered with his.
Finally, she would say one thing, and only one.
"Why me?"
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Jan 26, 2016 4:17:11 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | Thousands of answers would circulate around his mind, giving him a hard time to summarize it all.
Slowly, he grew fond of her overtime, without realizing something was building up inside him. Of all the times they spent together, it was impossible for him keep a neutral feeling, no matter how much he tried to hide it before.
Why her? Because of everything about her, that's why. The albino would open his lips, and a single sentence would escape that mouth of his.
"Because you're Ira Defaire... So don't ever change..."
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 26, 2016 5:37:31 GMT -5
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BY MINNIE OF WW AND IT'S DARK ON A COLD DECEMBER, Grimacing slightly, Ira could only meet Aldritch's eyes slightly after a few seconds of complete silence. She leaned back a little after a few seconds, evidently confused by the turn of events, and unsure how everything could happen the way they were. It was too rushed, too sudden, and it baffled her thoroughly.
What confused her wasn't necessarily his confession, but rather, the suddenness of it. When the two met, what the two went through was entirely comprised of him screaming in utter rage and embarrassment when he met her, and her being extremely confused at his reaction. Swallowing, she spoke.
"You either ignore me-" She ticked off her fingers, one by one. "Scream at me," Another finger down, "Blush when other girls initiate contact with you-" one more finger down, "Or randomly tell me that you like me, as though you really do."
Laughing slightly, she could finally muster the courage to look him in the eyes now.
'Who paid you, Aldritch?" She asked sarcastically,still in a state of disbelief that he might be capable of finding a legitimate reason. "Did you get hit by cupid, and decided it be funny to play a trick on me? Is that what it all is?"
"You shouldn't play a person like that." Her voice was quieter now, calmer than before. "You really shouldn't."
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Jan 26, 2016 6:14:30 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | He'd give a faint, weak chuckle after hearing her remarks. The albino would stare weakly into her eyes, wondering if she would ever think of this moment in the future. He'd hope, hoping that nothing would change after this all. "Think what you may..." He'd mumble incoherently, finishing his sentence in his own thoughts.
"Then should I keep being that incompetent fool you have accustomed to?..."
He'd pause for a while, before eventually pinching her cheek and stretching it out with his hand. If she ever said yes to his question, the following words would come out of the albino's mouth, all while sporting a smile. "So?..."
"...Chinese or Tacos? I sure am hungry after that."
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"Think what you may... nothing would change how I feel..."
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 26, 2016 6:42:10 GMT -5
end it when you think
it's appropriate, mofO
BY MINNIE OF WW AND IT'S DARK ON A COLD DECEMBER, Can a person who attempted to find thorough enjoyment in the degradation of oneself possessed any tinge of self-respect? She wasn't thinking that in any mawkish kind of remorse; her remorse ran deeper, significantly deeper than she would willingly give herself credit for, when she realized the path he had adopted to cope with her inability to comprehend her own emotions--the path of the jester, the path that allowed one to entirely deny what they wished for, what they wanted to say, and to get what they wanted to do.
She pushed him to that extent, and perhaps, somewhere, in the dwellings of the pinprick of kindness that resided inside her, she resented herself for that; resented herself for not giving an appropriate answer, resented herself for not telling him what she truly think, for she could never know what she thought to begin with.
Let's slowly sort it over, she finally thought to herself as she felt him pulling at her cheek. She was too numb, too frozen in shock to react appropriately. Let's slowly sort it over, and let me consider this, let me think about this, let me withdraw in the wasteland of my own mind and brood about this for years, and when I finally had an answer, you should be moving on.
She was fearful--fearful that she would lose him, but it ran much deeper than the fundamental fear of losing someone that was close to her. He spent so much time mocking her, so much time disregarding her that Ira, in her own oblivious glory would never assumed that he would enjoy her company. They were allies, they were rivals, and then she resented him, for he could never provide her with something that she needed. The answer was painfully obvious, but she ran, away from it, away from reality, into the arms of denial.
She didn't want to lose him, and by doing so, by understanding that the basic lack of any growth, or the understanding that he could simply like her one day, and turn his back on her to another pretty girl, the next, she pushed him away badly. It harbored on a darker edge of fear; it led her straight into denying that she could possibly think any more of him for an explicitly simple reason--she never took him seriously to begin with, and only until she was about to lose him, did she actually consider trying to obtain his affection as someone that she wanted around.
Giving a smile that she didn't herself believe, she nodded numbly, lost at her complex thoughts, easily summed up by a basic fear that she missed stupidly, and ignorantly.
It was all quite simple. She didn't want to lose him, but by doing so, she desperately needed to ensure that he won't seek another by pushing him off, by forcing him into a spot in which he would realize that he couldn't quite attain her yet; only then would he attempt harder or leave forever, leaving her with a slapped face and a baffled mind.
She was a fool, stuck in her own web of lies and fears.
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Jan 29, 2016 22:59:15 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | The fact that she didn't tell him a definitive answer of yes or no gave him hope; hoping that one day he'll get to hear the answer he wanted straight from her mouth. But he was also afraid; scared of the possibility that he might be hoping for nothing.
He knew she wasn't one to take him seriously, it might even be that even after all this she might still be treating him as nothing more than a friend, or even worse, something less than a friend. She might think it was all but a cruel joke, think it was but another spontaneous action made by an indecisive young man. But he knew well to himself that it was nothing like those.
These feelings he had accumulated from the past had just now exploded, telling her how he really felt, showing her how he really felt. Though he didn't want to force her to like him if she didn't, if she needed space, he'd give him space, if she didn't want to see or hear of him, he'd do that.
But even so, if the time were to come for her final, definite answer and it wasn't what he hoped for, he'll still try to understand her decision, understand it even if it might take a huge piece out of him, it was what he was afraid of after all, and we all need to face our fears someday. Then he'll just hope that their friendship would continue after that.
He smiled back at the lady.
Nothing changed for now... or so what he wanted to think.
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Post by Duke Zabi on Jan 29, 2016 23:48:30 GMT -5
Approved, good read.
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