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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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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO. |
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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 Mr. A on Jan 23, 2016 11:47:59 GMT -5
 words: 295. tag: @open. notes: yay for rebuilding. |
Takehiro sifted through the rubble and wreckage of his old office, having insisted that it be his duty to restore both it and the gym to their former glory. All over, pictures of his classes through the years had been burned and destroyed, his desk broken apart, all the files on the reform either missing or ruined. It was disheartening to gaze upon, particularly when he lifted the picture of his first class this year - Macht, Hollows, Levi, and the lot of them - to know they were all either dead, missing, or currently in danger. He needed to fight the tears he felt welling up in his eyes, so he set the picture back on his broken desk and began to clean up the debris.
What was once a window was now a giant hole in the wall that Takehiro looked through now and then. Occasionally, he glanced outside to see the Apostles refugees making their way through screening and being set up with housing. It felt good to know he was making a difference, but at the same time... well, he didn't enjoy feeling like he was on the side of the bad guys, here. The Apostles had public support, sure, but every now and then he doubted what they were doing. Luca's and Alexei's methods weren't necessarily "clean" or "pure," but he couldn't argue with them getting results. As much as he'd rather be on Macht's side, the sight of refugees getting the help they needed convinced him to keep from straying the path.
Dusting off his old plaque, Takehiro bent it back into shape and placed it back onto his door. "Mr. Amakusa, Physical Education Director," it read. Piece by piece, he'd put everything back together. No matter how long it took. |
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Are you living an Illusion?
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Post by Rochi Dragon on Jan 23, 2016 12:08:11 GMT -5
Rochi was just exploring school, occasionally seeing big huge dents in the wall or the ruins of classroom. He didn't see any activity here whatsoever. Oh well, he might as well take what was left so he can use for later.
With his shopping cart, Rochi went through the ruined hallways of 552, taking whatever was good and valuable, like trophies of the past years. He also put some school files that where lying around on the floor. Who knew? It looked like it was the Apocalypse but less atomic bombs and more buildings still standing.
Rochi would pass by the gym and see a volleyball on the floor. Since it could be of use, he skipped to go get it, the jingle of his bells echoing through the ruins.
"VOLLLEYBALL! COME TO THY HAND!"
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Have you had a goddess shine light upon you?
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Jan 23, 2016 14:03:57 GMT -5
Nyka may have seen it with her eyes, but Hemera hadn't. She had returned to the now demolished school in yet another ensemble of black: black walking shoes, black leggings, black yoga tee. Even her hair was adorned with a black ribbon, holding the white strands on her head back. There she stood at what was once the entrance to her school, the rubble and destruction reaching quite a way. From her right, she could hear someone crying out about a volleyball. Her goal was different. She needed to find a picture....
With careful steps, she placed her feet atop the fallen cement and plaster and made her way in the direction where her locker had been. She could see various items strewn about the wreckage. Someone had even brought a cute teddy bear to school, possibly someone missing home.
'Don't you like this chaos?' asked Nyka. Closing her eyes, Hemera could see Nyka giggling and playing with something red, probably created from her imagination. Anything was possible in that space created within her mind by Nyka. The shade cascaded from her fingers in a velvety motion, falling into a small tub of sorts.
'No, I don't.' Hemera shook her head and didn't try to think about what that red substance was. She continued to climb and traverse the stacks of the lost school. Eventually, she reached where she believed her locker to be and started to dig.
"It's got to be here," she said, desperate. It was a picture of her family, albeit a grayscale copy of them. She couldn't lose it to be found by anyone. It was one of her weaknesses. Her love for her family was great, although they were dead and gone forever. She dug for what seemed like hours until she finally gave up. There was no way she was going to be able to find it in this mess. Breathing slowly, she stood and looked around. She could see various figures about, but she hadn't brought any attention to herself by doing anything that, well, Nyka would do. Turning to leave, she saw a peculiarly-haired man rummaging through the mess and setting things about. 'What is he doing?' She should just leave, but she just had to get closer.
As she stepped over desks and chairs thrown around, she realized that this orange haired man had been the P.E. teacher from the one day flag football had taken place. Her mouth forming into a realized "O", Hemera came even closer and called out, "Umm...sir? Can I help you out?"
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