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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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"What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets. Fuck outta' here."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jan 16, 2016 6:58:27 GMT -5
Golden irises shifted from left to right—the destruction of the school like a scene straight out of a Michael Bay summer blockbuster film. Shades shrouding golden eyes would be adjusted with sliding digits as amble steps avoided large chunks of debris and bloodstains. Sporting a cream colored cardigan buttoned twice from the bottom up, a black white-beater, baggy khaki shorts, and black Nike Free Runs. Juelz Santana witnessed first hand the true intentions of the cutthroat gang that struck this academy with the force of a tsunami. It was quite honestly a sight to behold, truth be told. The gang was making a statement with this attack, and the statement was beyond loud-and-clear—death and destruction being the ultimate outcome of both forces. Juelz stood tall, unfazed from the assault on the gangs main base; albeit there was still a lingering annoyance within his leg from the toxin afflicted upon him, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.
Needless to say, he wasn't rummaging through the wreckage to attend classes. Heh, not like he could; with the few remaining "stable" rooms dubbing as a makeshift hospital for the terminally wounded and survivors of the devastating attack. Quite the opposite, Juelz simply wanted a the bitter taste of what would have transpired through the entire city if the defenders—on both ends, failed. And, to be honest, the metaphorical taste made him mentally wince as acute taste buds savored it. However, despite being neutral as neutral can be when it came to everything. He would have interfered if need be, only to protect his own operation and empire. In hindsight maybe—just fucking maybe, he should have done something.
Golden orbs to the sky, he fixated his gaze on the colossal walls. Nothing was getting in, and nothing was getting out. Like tortured souls trapped in limbo, not a single one would be leaving until their sins were atoned for.
"Wassup?"
He answered his vibrating phone with a tone less-than-interested. He gave short one-answer replies to the caller on the other end, his eyes still on the wall until something specific was said which made him give a real reply.
"I'll be there once i'm done here. Don't leave until we talk, alright? ...Yeah I'll see you tonight then."
Ending the call and pocketing the smartphone duly, he continued onward in a straight path with clear yet equally convoluted thoughts. The time for action was near, yet the tactical mind of Juelz laid elsewhere. Like a CEO having to layoff thousands of loyal, dedicated, and hardworking employees, he had no idea on how to go about it. However, on the other side of the spectrum—straight Scrooge McDuck, if you will...
"Fuck them. Fuck it all."
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Jan 16, 2016 8:26:02 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | Wearing a white tanktop, a black leather jacket over it, and a pair of grey jeans and sneakers, Aldritch stood once again upon the ruins of what he used to call a school, reminiscing the past and all the good memories it had to offer if any. Though this time was different unlike the last time he had observed the pile of rubble, for this time, his legs had fully healed. Kicking a pebble which most probably was once a piece of the school's walls, Aldritch would get a glance of Juelz from afar.
He had heard of him before, just who wouldn't hear from a guy who's a part of the Dragons? Aldritch would simply grin at his sight, seems like it, he's going towards his way. The man didn't seem to be in the mood for a chit-chat, though he wasn't really afraid of approaching him. "Hey there." He'd say as he tucked both of his hands inside his jacket's pockets once the man had came closer towards him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2016 10:48:19 GMT -5
notes:ドラゴン"私はと呼ばれるこの事あります聞く" "同様に。」 @tagged words: Plenty! | So here we are, back in the rubble of what used to be a peaceful area in New York(somewhat), now reduced to the image of a camp fire that just burned it's last.
Noriko really just came to collect her thoughts in the midst of all her frantic running around for answers. it was just then that she noticed a man. He looked important, maybe he could connect Rei to a higher individual. As she was attempting to approach him, she quickly backed off and hid behind the remains of a wall.
Another slightly less important looking guy apparently had the same idea, and beat her to him. Noriko also forgot to factor in the apostles. If Rei hangs around such high individuals, she may attract some unneeded attention, leading the apostles to feel the need to keep tabs on her.
Basically, it's one wrong move, and everything could be over. In all honesty, it's a miracle Noriko's survived as long as she has, with her transferring in with little to no knowledge of the situation.
"Best just hide here for bit.." she thought. Maybe just listening in on the conversation was good enough. It's Not What You Think |
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jan 18, 2016 7:20:28 GMT -5
The Kingpin sensed the presence of the ivory-locked male before he approached—he greeted the lad with a kingly glare, a glare that would rattle him to his very core if he was anything less than confident in his own abilities and manhood. Juelz turned to face the boy a few moments after the initial stare, his handsome visage stoic with a cocked eyebrow. He was greeted with a simple hey there, an attempt to make small talk? But why? In the midst of this aftermath? Golden orbs lifted from the lad for a split second, gaze drifting back to the bulwark trapping them all within like deranged animals.
"Wassup."
A retort from The Kingpin, one emotionless in nature, but a friendly reply nonetheless. He placed his gaze back upon the boy, hand reaching into his pocket to fetch his vapor-pen to sooth sizzling nerves. Taking one puff, then another, then one more. Juelz titled his head to the sky and blew the vaporized mist from flared nostrils like a fabled dragon—the relaxing scent of lavender and watermelon overcoming and conquering the scentless air.
"Were you here? To defend the school, that is?"
A simple question bestowed upon the boy who found it ideal to approach the sagacious-beast.
- t a g s 」 - Aldritch Hexell . | @zerochild . - n o t e s 」 - Oh, threading with the young boy Hex, huh? Outta' be interesting. Also, hello, Zerochild. 
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Jan 18, 2016 16:58:59 GMT -5
It coincidental, the events that unfolded and the song she was currently listening to, Limp Biskit's "Break Stuff." It was Nyka's turn to run the day and that, she did. Today's clothes were a blast from the past and Nyka couldn't help but smile. Steel-toed combat boots covered her feet and were partially hidden by the gray cargo pants flowing down her legs. The band rested just above her hip and a sliver of skin showed between the pants and the royal purple muscle shirt she had on. Completing it all was a black leather jacket she'd stolen way back when she ran with the gang. The smells remained with the cloth and brought back several memories. The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline rush running across the high-top buildings, not knowing if you'd live the next minute or not.
She had felt the explosion and curiosity had claimed this cat's attention. Looking in the sky, she began to walk in the direction of the rising dust. She had a pep in her step and she couldn't tell where it was from. Oh well. Time to visit the damage. With a quick tap of a boot, she crouched down then took off, sprinting to the source.
She'd been halfway across the grid, so it took her a good hour to reach the destination. Taking a moment to control her breathing, she readjusted her beanie, tucking her loosened hair under it. She tugged on her fingerless leather gloves and began her walk to her old, now demolished, school.
There were a couple people already here, it seemed. Nyka just continued on, passing a girl on the way in. As she stepped forward, she could feel an oppressive air surrounding the place, but that didn't stop her. It only excited her more. With a grin and new sucker in her hand, she moved forward towards two men. One, it seems that she had met him before. He was the like-haired one. The other one, she had no idea who he was. He wore shades across his eyes. Mysterious. She loved mystery.
Pulling the Bluetooth headphones out of her ears, she came close and stated, "It looks like they made a mess of this place. It sucked to have to come here, but at least we came. Made some friends, made some enemies. Regardless, they're memories." Looking at both of them, she popped her sucker in her mouth and stuck a hand inside of her pocket. "Were you two here when they did it? Was it spectacular?" An evil kind of glint could be seen in Nyka's eyes as she spoke about the destruction.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 19:33:09 GMT -5
notes:「これは誰かのことを思い出します... " @tagged words: Plenty! | It seemed Noriko's hiding strategy worked really well! The Important-Looking-Guy took no notice of her, although he did seem to realize the other guy was approaching him, long before he got there.
Suddenly, a girl walked past Noriko-causing her to jump in surprise as the girl went on with a pep of sorts. "She's awfully cheery, even with the current situation. Talk about positive." She thought to herself.
Although the situation is bad, there seems to be a certain level of peace as well. Maybe this is what Luca and Gregoire see?
Either way, Noriko has began to find solace in such an atmosphere-almost to the point where she wonders if she needs to have a mental check-up. The girl approached the two men, following up by commenting on the destruction. From what Noriko can tell, this must have happened recently. There's really no point in asking such a ludicrous question.
This realization was confirmed just from the looks of uneasiness in resident's faces. They obviously weren't quite adjusted to the layout yet.
Just then, Rei decided to peak out from behind the rubble just a bit more to get a better view when-SLIP, she lost her footing on a rather unstable rock, falling to her knees and coughing a bit as the rubble formed a dust cloud around her spot of collision. Isn't this just dandy? It's Not What You Think |
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Jan 19, 2016 5:56:44 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | "Sadly, I wasn't" He'd response to both Juelz and the girl with silver locks on their question about his whereabouts during the attack. "I was sent to the hell hole Oroichi called a base. Surely, I don't think it was a spectacular sight, terrifying yes... Well I sure did wish I was here to defend the place when it happened." He'd add, sweeping a couple of rocks with his left foot as he spoke, looking down as if he was pondering on something.
He was unaware that the school could ultimately turn into a pile of rubble and ashes just from a single attack, he had expected so much less regarding the damages, maybe a few fires and destroyed portions of the school, not a complete demolition. If he were to have expected this, he would've chosen to stay and defend the place instead.
"Watermelon?" Noted the pale boy after taking a whiff of the smoke exhaled by the man. Just then, he'd hear the faint rumble of rubble, seeing a silhouette of a lady falling down on the pile of rocks behind a puff of dust and dirt, quickly replacing the fragrant smell of watermelon and lavander with the unpleasant smell of ash and powder cement.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jan 23, 2016 18:37:52 GMT -5
Upon the arrival of the female sporting the beanie, golden orbs wouldn't acknowledge her simply because he found her question rather distasteful considering the circumstance and his sour mood. Taking a few more puffs of the vapor-pen pinched between digits, he recalled the moments within the main base of Oroichi. He recalled the violence, the carnage, the spectacular display of valor and strength, and a bunch of children taken matters into their own hands. Truth be told, what Juelz saw that day would forever branded into his grey matter—especially the fighting-styles and skills displayed by those who fought; intelligence is key, after all. Lost in his own thought for a brief moment, the sound of crumbling pebbles off in the near-distance snapped him back to reality, his kingly glare fixating upon the hiding female eavesdropping in on this open conversation. However, for the most part, he'd ignore her as well; his attention more or less fully on the ivory locked boy beside him.
"If you were there to help end the madness once and for all, you did more than any defender of this school did, truth be told. In the grand scheme of things, that is. Admirable, considering you found it "terrifying" yet managed to rise above your oppression."
Lungs full of vaporized mist as he exhaled yet another steady stream of scented goodness.
"The smoking helps with the anxiety."
He didn't suffer from anxiety, but the boy didn't need to be aware of this.
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Jan 23, 2016 19:06:47 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | He'd ponder for a while on what the smoking man has said. It was true, those who came foolhardy at the base of the serpent did put an end to these once and for all. He'd look at the lady beside him, eyeing him with his crimson gaze. "You, where were you when it happened?" He'd ask before turning his head back to the earth dragon.
"I bet you were there at the base, weren't you? After all, they sent the strongest to join the raid, Lexington was the only strong one left to defend. I was merely dragged along. I wasn't even nearly as strong as anyone present there." He was unable to see Juelz at the time he was inside the serpent's base, though he was certain of him being present at that time, maybe on another portion of the place. "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Aldritch by the way." He'd say, remembering how he was a complete stranger up to that point.
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Jan 26, 2016 22:08:53 GMT -5
The girl hadn't been answered and that caused a slight flame of extreme dislike to come to life within her. Nyka clicked her tongue and sauntered off to the side, away from the two boys speaking to one another. Instead, she knelt down and grabbed a fistful of rubble. She brought it up to her nose and sniffed at it. Dropping it, she moved further into the destruction to attempt to identify the cause of it all.
'Well, obviously it was an explosion, Nyka,' Hemera commented from within. 'You were quite rude, by the way.'
"Ah, so the prissy girl shows up again, does she?" Nyka murmured to herself. She really didn't care if others heard her or not. Sooner or later, they were all going to learn anyways. "Look, you know as well as I do that I like things that go boom, blood, gore, violence, and anything that piques my interest. I'm simply upset I wasn't here to watch."
'Regardless! You should apologize!'
"Fuck that, little girl."
In a moment, a pain shot through her body as Hemera forced her way back into control. She had been quiet for far too long and Nyka had been getting way too accustomed to her body. She needed to take control for a while. Looking back at the two boys, she also saw another girl standing near them. How Nyka missed her, she didn't know. Maybe she just didn't care or perceive her to be a threat. How stupid of her. She made her way back to the two and waited for an interruption in the conversation before saying, "My apologizes. I should not have spoken like that. I can only hope there were no casualties in this mess of things. Do we know anything? I mean...since I wasn't here..." She looked straight into the eyes of both males, going back and forth. She would not show herself to be subordinate. She was an equal and she'd prove it.
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