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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 Macht Stärke on Jan 21, 2016 6:28:16 GMT -5
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No real direction, here. Just wanna get something open up since I haven't done that in a while. Don't care if it's social or a fight or whatever, just gimme something to work with and I'll do the same. Macht slowly paced throughout the District, staring up at those titanic walls with a stoic expression. Worse than a cage, all left within the borders were trapped like animals to be dealt with however the Apostles chose, and the thought of it was truly frightening, even to Macht. Within a school setting, where the public could bear witness to every action they took, the Apostles claimed the life of a student. Just how far would they go now that they were left unchecked? The young German felt a chill run down his spine as his mind wandered into the realm of what should have been unearthly possibilities, but were only becoming more and more common as time went on.
After roaming for what must have been two hours, Macht found himself traveling through Apostles territory, made obvious by a banner hanging at every other building. Patrols were lacking, though, possibly signifying a lack of legitimate Apostle presence, like an outpost. His lips curling downward, the redhead approached one of the banners and ran his fingers along the hem. Rage welled up inside as the thought of how unjust this was continued to build, to the point where Macht almost felt he could not contain his anger. However, he did not act out, he did not become violent. He made one small step, one tiny gesture that would perhaps go a long way for himself, but to anyone else may not seem like much. Fingers gripping the hem of that banner tightly, he ripped it from the wall where it hanged. He clutched it with both hands, then pulled, tearing the banner into two.
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Post by Ainsley Jones on Jan 21, 2016 11:10:04 GMT -5
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A silent breath escaped her lips as Ainsley crouched over a torn Apostle flag. Her eyes narrowed in silence as she reached up to adjust her glasses. For a brief moment, all that laid on her face was a deep frown. How could any of this had happened? This was a violation of civil rights on a global standard, right? Her eyes looked up to the dusty sky for a brief moment before shifting to stare at the wall. Ainsley had always thought of herself as a good person. So, the fact that she was mainly thinking about how it was unfair that this happened during her school trip made her a tiny bit ill.
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If the school had just done the trip during the Spring rather than their winter break, she would have never been trapped within the wall. Ainsley wasn't even suppose to be in this area. She had sneaked away from her class to come see a historical site in the area. All of her classmates just wanted to go to the trendy tourist spots... Looking down to the flag, Ainsley let out a deep sigh before smiling weakly.
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Why was she getting so down on herself? Her parents were probably at the embassy right now petitioning for her extraction from the wall. Ainsley just had to stay healthy until then. So, she reached out to pick up the flag and tuck it into her book bag. The flag could be used for a lot of things. From tents to bandages, she'd regret leaving any behind. The fabric was still clean, so it had probably been ripped down rather recently... In fact she could see one not too far from her location.
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So, Ainsley began to follow the trail of flags. She'd pick them up and fold them before gently placing them into her bag. Eventually, the trail of flags led to a red haired man. For a brief moment Ainsley wondered if he was the one tearing down the flags, but soon her suspicion was proven correct. Smiling weakly, she approached him. The British girl cleared her throat before trying to speak.
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”Ah hello, sorry to bother you! I was wondering if I could have that flag before you toss it into the dirt? Er, it looks like they can be somewhat useful for bandages or what not- and we don't know how long we'll be here, so it's best to be prepared right?” she asked, trying to keep her smile bright. If he looked over her, he'd notice she was in a foreign school uniform. Her book bag was stuffed with not only the flag but other random items the girl seemed to deem useful.
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Jan 21, 2016 15:23:36 GMT -5
It was survival of the fittest at this point. Nyka had primarily been in control while Hemera lay dormant, contemplating what they could do in this situation. Screw that! Nyka was going to have fun. Ascics surrounding her feet, she ran from the rooftops of one building to the next, practicing her parkour skills. Up and under objects, running up walls to grab the ledge and climb over...it was liberating. No rest for the wicked.
After several hours of mindless and senseless running, she found herself perched up on the roof of a building carrying a banner flying in the gentle wind. Wonder what that banner meant. Oh well. Reaching in the pocket of her cargo pants, she brought out a black can of spray paint and shook it up. She was going to spray all over that flag and diss some people today. Before she had a chance to hop down and snatch the banner up, a red haired male walked up and snatched it first, shredding it to pieces. Disbelief crossed her face before the anger welled up. How dare he! She was going to play arts and crafts with that banner! Another girl came up to him and began talking about how the cloth could be used as bandages or whatever. Nyka wasn't interested in caretaking. That was more Hemera's field.
"HEY!" Nyka said loudly. She jumped from the rooftop and grabbed hold of a streetlight post, spinning as she came down. "That was supposed to be mine to play with."
Nyka got a better look at the male and saw he meant nothing but business. Before he said anything, she changed her entire demeanor. She pulled her hair free from the tight braid she had done earlier in the day and reached in her pocket for a lollipop. Sour Apple. Her favorite. She unwrapped the sucker and popped it in her mouth quickly before staring at the male again. It was time to stop playing and get serious. She placed the spray paint back in her pocket. "So. You hate these guys, too. Don't you. You know that pulling down some silly fabric isn't going to faze them at all, right?"
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Post by Macht Stärke on Jan 21, 2016 18:32:16 GMT -5
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He's chillin'. Quick to anger with recent events, though, so he may or may not backhand the fuck outta Nyka if she acts like that again. We'll see. An unfamiliar voice - a foreign one - stopped Macht in his tracks as he was about to drop the latest banner to the floor and let the wind carry it away. Her words registered in his mind, but more than that he paid attention to what she wore. She wasn't from here, and that didn't just mean "not from 552." The frown on his face deepened as the reality of things sunk in even further than it had before - not even just New York innocents were involved. This had become a global thing... and the Apostles clearly didn't give nearly enough of a fuck.
"Yeah... Yeah, for sure," he nodded, handing the two long pieces of cloth to the foreign woman. By the look of things, she'd been cleaning up after him for some time. Maybe it meant he'd have some company for the rest of this walk. Not all of it would be appreciated, though, as the other girl - Macht recognized her as one of 552's newest students - made her appearance and attempted to criticize him. "Are you aware of "claiming territory" and what it means? I'm removing all Apostle influence from this area and claiming it for the Apex Warriors. It'll be a safe haven for refugees so they don't end up in the Apostles' grasp. You wanna play? Go and have fun with Luca personally. He'd probably love to have you." I DON'T WANNA BE A SUPERHERO PHARAOH LEAP. [googlefont=Oswald] [newclass=.dec]width:420px;padding:15px;background-color:#333333;font:10px Verdana;color:#999999;text-align:justify;position:relative;z-index:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.dec b, .dec i]color:#eeeeee;[/newclass] [newclass=.dec1]font:65px Oswald;padding:20px;line-height:58px;color:#eeeeee;opacity:.65;margin-top:-220px;position:relative;z-index:1;letter-spacing:-6px;text-transform:uppercase;-webkit-transition: all .5s ease; -moz-transition: all .5s ease; -o-transition: all .5s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.dec:hover .dec1]opacity:0;[/newclass] [newclass=.dec2]background-color:rgba(245,245,245,.65);color:#333333;height:130px;width:330px;padding:25px;margin:20px;margin-top:-208px;position:relative;z-index:1;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .5s ease; -moz-transition: all .5s ease; -o-transition: all .5s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.dec:hover .dec2]opacity:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.dec3]background-color:#999999;color:#eeeeee;text-align:center;font:15px Oswald;padding:10px;text-transform:uppercase;margin:-8px;margin-bottom:-7px;[/newclass] [newclass=.dec3 a]color:#eeeeee;font:15px Oswald;[/newclass] |
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Post by Rochi Dragon on Jan 22, 2016 16:45:08 GMT -5
The world's my stage, so this District is just the set and I the protagonist. But this set was empty, so empty that poor Rochi was trying hard to be the protagonist. That goal has sent the little jester throughout the District to find action, drama, emotion. An actor like him needed to be up to schedule so that his acts wouldn't get old. But if it weren't for that wall, his act could be heard across America. Maybe it was time to write a play about his life so that the world may know what he has been through.
Skipping through the streets and pathways of the District, letting his bells jingle as he did lead him to a place where three people where chatting away. Rochi couldn't be more pleased at the site, but decided to lay low for the moment. He needed to come up with an explosive entrance...but with no real explosions.
Deciding he rather be in the scene, the purple haired kid joined in the chat.
"THE APOSTLES ARE SO GOOD AT TRAPPING THEIR PREY, THEY FORGET THEIR OWN CAN BETRAY!"
Rochi smiled at the group that layed before him: a red haired man, a school lady, and another lady. He expected them to play their parts well.
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Jan 22, 2016 18:48:00 GMT -5
Before the white haired girl could reply to the red head, a peculiar figure approached. Nyka couldn't help but giggle at what they said. It certainly was true that one could turn against their own in any circumstance. "I fully agree with that statement."
Turning towards the red head and addressing him, Nyka replied, "I would love to sit down and talk with this Luca and Alexei. I'm not aligned with anyone yet, at least. I'm like Switzerland. I'm not gonna exactly choose any sides until I get all pieces of the story. Just how I am. Call it masochistic, oh well."
She shrugged and turned back towards the fun looking gentleman. "Who exactly are you, mister?"
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Post by Macht Stärke on Jan 24, 2016 22:05:46 GMT -5
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Y'all dunno how to talk to an angry, roided up, hormonal teen, do you? Yet another person decided to join the fray... One Rochi Dragon, brother to one of the most annoying pieces of shit on the planet, Alex Dragon. Macht frowned as he made his appearance, opting to completely ignore the guy and continue on his path. He wasn't "betraying" anyone by doing this, he was staying true to himself and the cause he'd pledged to originally. Just because he'd been surrounded by monsters and idiots half the time didn't mean he'd stray now.
"You want the full story? Take a look around. They killed one of our own and locked us - and many innocent people - in a cage a quarter-mile high. You support that shit, you can get out of my face before I break you like I'm going to break them." Despite sounding as harsh as they did, Macht delivered the words calmly and nonchalantly, hands still gripping at and removing all banners he came into contact with. I DON'T WANNA BE A SUPERHERO PHARAOH LEAP. [googlefont=Oswald] [newclass=.dec]width:420px;padding:15px;background-color:#333333;font:10px Verdana;color:#999999;text-align:justify;position:relative;z-index:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.dec b, .dec i]color:#eeeeee;[/newclass] [newclass=.dec1]font:65px Oswald;padding:20px;line-height:58px;color:#eeeeee;opacity:.65;margin-top:-220px;position:relative;z-index:1;letter-spacing:-6px;text-transform:uppercase;-webkit-transition: all .5s ease; -moz-transition: all .5s ease; -o-transition: all .5s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.dec:hover .dec1]opacity:0;[/newclass] [newclass=.dec2]background-color:rgba(245,245,245,.65);color:#333333;height:130px;width:330px;padding:25px;margin:20px;margin-top:-208px;position:relative;z-index:1;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .5s ease; -moz-transition: all .5s ease; -o-transition: all .5s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.dec:hover .dec2]opacity:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.dec3]background-color:#999999;color:#eeeeee;text-align:center;font:15px Oswald;padding:10px;text-transform:uppercase;margin:-8px;margin-bottom:-7px;[/newclass] [newclass=.dec3 a]color:#eeeeee;font:15px Oswald;[/newclass] |
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Post by Rochi Dragon on Jan 25, 2016 17:34:57 GMT -5
Rochi was pleased that someone was interested in him and wanted to know more, this lady would surely get what her curiosity asked.
"I am the pleaser of crowds, the best actor in the world, Rochi!"
The jester kid would skip behind the man, but stayed at a distance. Who knew what wildcards he had up his sleeve, so better safe than sorry.
"Oh my, with such strength you could surely dent that wall instead of ripping banners off their walls."
Looking around, he saw a cardboard box. Grabbing it and going a bit ahead of the red haired guy, he started a little skit.
"You can go like..."
He started acting like the red haired guy.
"I'M GONNA BREAK THIS WALL!!"
Rochi started kicking the box, making the box just dent a bit.
"THIS IS WHAT YOU GET LUCA!! DON'T TRAP THINGS YOU CAN'T CONTROL INSIDE SOME WALL THAT CAN BREAK!!"
The jester kept kicking and punching the poor cardboard box, soon the box looked super dented. Stopping his acting there, he also brought an idea to the table.
"Or you could disguise yourself as one of the Apostles guards and destroy them from the inside....out."
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Jan 26, 2016 22:23:24 GMT -5
Nyka couldn't help but laugh at Rochi's antics. Some humor was to be had in this dismal situation of theirs. Quickly, though, she sobered up as she looked back at the red-head again. His attitude was distasteful. He was assuming shit on his own. That, more than anything, pissed her off. She moved one step forward and placed a hand on her hip, a finger pointed at him.
"Look, fucker, I don't know who you are but I never said I supported this shit. Yeah, I realized what they did. It tore Hemera up that she couldn't save someone she knew, even as remotely as that was. No, I can't forget that death and obviously you can't either. So stop assuming things and listen to what I gotta say, dick."
She paced for a moment, eyeballing the ground. Then, she looked up as she kept pacing. "It's about playing the game." She jerked her head over towards Rochi. "That little jester is right. They don't fucking know me. I'm a nobody. They really don't know Hemera. She's a fucking goodie-two shoes. She's all about order, rules, punctuality, it all just piles on. She's sleeping now, but she'd be perfect to send in."
Stopping, Nyka jumped up and down on her toes, bouncing. "Regardless of your approval or rejection, I'm gonna do it. It's a good opportunity for me to see how human behavior will play out after this series of events. Like said, I like to see both sides of every situation. How I see it and how Hemera sees it will ultimately determine our alliance." Grinning, she licked her lips and said, "I can't wait to see what happens." Her thoughts turned devilish, thinking about how things may play out in this elongated game of chess.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Feb 24, 2016 11:07:25 GMT -5
"Macht Starke.." The name rolled off his tongue naturally, as though he had personally known the male for a while. In a way, Xaier felt as if he did know him. However, he couldn't explain this feeling himself. "I would kindly urge you leave the banners alone.- That goes for all of you."
The silver haired Apostle would slowly stroll out from a nearby alleyway, Approximately 20 feet away from the small group that had started to form. He had not planned on this happening, but having discovered them, decided to make his presence known.
Xaier's left hand would lift, grasping the sunglasses and pulling them down to allow those emerald hues to fall upon Macht's form again. His glassy eyes showed the faintest signs of sorrow. However, it was for the one he stared at. The execution was still fresh in Xaier's mind, as it likely was in Macht's. "First, I would like for you to know that I am sorry about your friend- Austin, wasn't it? That... Was not my choice.."
Xaier would replace his sunglasses and remove his hands from his pockets, allowing his hidden eyes to check out the rag-tag group. He didn't know the others. But he had learn quite a lot about the School Captain. "It is my understanding that you have done a lot for the school as it's captain. For that, you have my respect. But I think you need to make a choice.. Fly your gang colors and become part of the problem, or help us- The Apostles, Fix the problem."
To be honest, Xaier doubted this would go over well. They had both witnessed Knuckle's execution first hand, at the hands of the Apostles themselves. Due to the screams he still heard in his head to this day, Macht must have meant something to Knuckles for him to scream his name so. He would have been lying if he wasn't nervous. Under Luca Walker's tutelage- And other unexplainable experiences, Xaier had grown leaps and bounds. But he wasn't so confident he could best the Iron Dragon on his own, let alone with a group whom may well side with him. He was already prepared to call for back-up. "To be formal- This is Xaier McCaine, of the Apostles. And I would like an answer from all of you. Join the Apostles and you can have your freedom back. Deny this request, my one and only request, and you will meet the same fate as the rest of the gangs..
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 25, 2016 20:21:32 GMT -5
Had the Apostle not shown up, Macht was likely to smack both the girl and the clown right then and there. What they were suggesting as though it were a brilliant, unheard-of idea, he'd been doing since day one. Working on the inside, Macht's intention was, initially, to expose their weaknesses to make them easier for his people to bring down. That should have been the job of all students under the "employ" of the Apostles, when their brothers and sisters were being murdered before their very eyes... and for what?
"First, I would like for you to know that I am sorry about your friend- Austin, wasn't it? That... -"
"Is something you should NEVER fucking bring up again, McCaine." Macht glared at Xaier, ripping another banner from its wall in spite of the command he was given. Under no circumstance was he ready to bow to the Apostles, not after what they'd done to him and his. "I would "kindly urge" you to leave this one alone. No point in playing the role when you know you've got no hope of winning. You can honestly look me in the eye and tell me that my people and me, we're the problem? We're bad seeds, sure, but most of us never fucking killed anyone, let alone kids who didn't deserve it. Hell, the only life I've ever taken was that of a career criminal who sold women and children into slavery for a quick buck. And that means me and mine need to die? What a crock of shit."
The audacity of one of the student Apostles to come out here and say he was in the wrong absolutely appalled him. Were it one of Luca's paid goons he'd understand, but this was a kid who'd grown with them all over the last year. As far as Macht was concerned, none of them had any excuses for willingly siding with the Apostles. That meant Xaier here was either confused, or a lost cause. Macht hoped for his sake that it was the former.
"I suggest you take your request and shove it up your ass, McCaine. I'm going to tear down these banners as I damn well please and take this territory for the Apex Warriors... it's what Knuckles would've wanted. You can try to stop me, or you can walk away. But I promise you, if you take a shot at me, you better hope to whatever fucking god you believe in that it puts me down, because if you come at me and I'm still standing after the first shot, I will put you in the ground." |
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Feb 26, 2016 12:33:39 GMT -5
Xaier's head would drop for a moment, staring toward the ground as he took Macht's words in. It was true, not all of them deserved to die. Xaier was certain of that. Xaier himself had even tried to do what he could to help people within the wall. But he also knew that there was little he could do to Luca or Alexai. He wasn't strong enough to confront them yet. "Let's not forget the drugs- The guns, for profit.. Both of which kill in different ways. Gang corruption brought us here to this situation. You may have your beliefs, I have mine.. And I have to believe law and order is the right answer! Chaos and anarchy breeds death and destruction!"Xaier would shift those emerald eyes upwards once again. The boy could not deny that he believed Luca and Alexai had gone overboard, that there had been simplier, less extreme measures that could have taken. But ultimately, he believed gangs were a major factor in the why the violence bred in the beginning. He would begin to roll up the sleeves of the Apostle jacket he wore, revealing the metal bracers around his forearms. He knew what to was coming, there was no avoiding it now. Whether the others chose to act as well, he would have to see. "You're reputation is fearsome, Macht Starke. But I will not let you get in the way of a brighter future for ALL OF US! Neither of us will die today. We both have our roles to fulfill.. But you will get a glimpse at the one who will stop at nothing to MAKE THIS DREAM COME TRUE! EVEN IF I HAVE TO GO THROUGH YOU!"To Xaier this was a test, to see how far hge had actually come. Training with Luca had brought valuable experience and knowledge. Macht would be his first real test. He could feel his body temperature rising rapidly, if anyone had been right next to him they probably would have felt it as well. His left side would shift forward slightly, his leg following it, extended slightly. This would allow the hilt of a sword to be seen coming from beneath his attire. The sword holt would likely be recognizable to Macht as his former friend's sword.
Item Name: Sword Arm of the Wise
Stats: +5 Wis
Power: This sword stores 1/3 his total INT for a period of up to 5 posts. Once drawn, this sword gives a boost equal to stored INT split between Strength and Dex evenly (IE: boost is +50. Str would get +25, Dex would get +25). Boost lasts for period of posts equal to number of posts unused up to 10. (Doesn't draw for 7 posts, then draws. Effect lasts for 7 posts). Once posts are completed, Strength and Dex is reduced equal to the amount boosted for each. (IE: Boost was +25 Str +25 Dex, now negative effects are -25 Str - 25 Dex). This negative effect lasts for number of posts equal to amount of posts used.
1st post unused: 33.33 Int stored.
2nd post unused: 33.33 Int stored.
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66.66 Int stored
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