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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 ✞ ascension ✞ on Feb 4, 2015 17:49:18 GMT -5
Every year; around the first or the second month of the new year. Two drug families get together to show their respect for one another. These little get together's serve as a sign of loyalty to the drug game, territory, and families in question. This has been a requirement ever since the late-mid 90's and has become a sort of rite of passage within the New York Drug Syndicate. This year Juelz Santana; son of Dwayne Moore and steadily raising Kingpin would be the host of one these get together's. He isn't representing his fathers empire, but his own miniature one. However, his actions and words; if disrespectful or distasteful will fall upon not only his shoulders, but his fathers also. He had very little reason to be concerned. Yannick Haas would be the one receiving this little party. The Haas and Moore family have always respected one another when it came drugs and territory. But what about now? Two young up and coming drug lords trying ever so hard to make a name for themselves. Surly respect and territory is thrown out the window due to inexperience, right? In most cases, yes. But there hasn't been an issue the two of them haven't been able to solve just through meetings alone, despite being polar opposites. Juelz is calculating and prefers subtle approaches to situations laid out for him. He spends a lot of money to make more money. He makes you believe you have a chance to make it in this dark underworld; he temps you to betray him and go about your own way. But upon falling for such mind games, he disposals of said rotten apples and takes over whatever little operation they have and continues from there. Lengthy procedure, but one that works time and time again. While Yannick has his own way upon going about things. Whatever works best for you in this cruel world; that's the fundamental rule of the drug game. Get them to collaborate in one goal as a single unit... New York wouldn't stand a chance. But what's the fun in that? - - - Juelz rented out the entire nightclub; corrupt law enforcers, business men, and pimps infesting the club like the scourge they are known to be. Bodacious strippers sat in the lap of these men as the DJ played tracks to only intensify the night thick with rapture and lust. In the VIP section he sat with a few people of interest surrounding him. they all sat around a black table with bricks of cocaine constructed by Juelz himself. It's a rare thing for him to actually make the substance he distributes, but this is a night that is required for him to supply the best; and drugs are no exception. "Mmm..."A stripper would purr in his ear as she straddled his lap; her own hips moving in perfect sync with the beat of the thumping music. Juelz paid the women on top of him very little mind as he looked around the room; the others indulging himself in the substance as if it was irresistible candy. He couldn't help but smirk, not only at the sight, but also as the stripper began bestowing little kisses upon his exposed neck. "Your boy is on his way, Santana." One of his men entered the room and spoke. "When he comes just bring him on up, then this party can really begin." Juelz tone was relaxed as he found himself falling victim to the toxic kisses pecked upon his neck. The grunt nodded and allowed the group to get back to their thing. Rumor has it his uncle was supposed to be here too. His job a simple one: Make sure the two young lords don't rip each other apart if shit goes south. But as far as people knew, Juelz and Yannick had no real issue with one another. But it didn't matter because fuck that Mayhem guy and his spur of the moment ideas. Middle finger up! |
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Post by Yannick Haas on Feb 4, 2015 18:05:18 GMT -5
It was that time of the year again, where the big names in the business went to meet each other and discuss basically everything there was to discuss. What made this year so different, however, was that the big names were being replaced by their sons, who had everything to lose should they mess things up. Yannick himself wasn't very big on these sorts of get-togethers, but he realized they were necessary from a business perspective, so he showed up. Yannick approached the club with two men flanking him on either side.
Upon entering, Yannick was greeted by who he assumed to be one of Santana's men, and was then led to the table. His own guards stationed themselves all around the floor, one only a few yards from the table. While trust was important, no one wanted to be too vulnerable during these sorts of meetings.
"Santana," Yannick chirped before seating himself. He dressed about as snazzy as you could expect a drug lord to dress. "I see you've spared no expense." He gestured to the drugs and the women, a smile on his face. While this seemed like a little much for Yannick's tastes, he wouldn't complain.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Feb 4, 2015 18:17:50 GMT -5
Why oh why did he have to be roped into this little shindig. Mayhem had his own little empire to worry about, most of which didn't connect with this one. But no, it was about the past. To have ended up where he was today, sitting pretty atop his own little perch. There had been others who own self interest, had boosted his self interest and got them both where they were today.
But why did it have to be the brat, the kid was way to young. Trying to play big man, and having this old tired meet and greet of a party. It was pointless in Mayhem's eyes most of the time. However he had been asked, and not having people go to war in his city and interfering with his own business was probably a good idea.
Mayhem would be drinking. Straight from the bottle. Was there any other way, to him there was not. Mayhem didn't know as much about the other side of this party, the one yet to arrive. He however knew that they were also young.
"Why am I the god damn babysitter."
Mayhem muttered to himself. On either side Mayhem would be flanked by his bodyguards Jack and Rooke. The would also be another, a girls. With pink hair. No it would not be the same one as at the party other week. Her clothes would be out there a circus feel to them. Marks and such, to match. She normally had blond hair, but had dyed it at Mayhem request, after the girl with pink hair at the party had caught his eye brief. She was young and sat leaning against him happily.
"Because you act like the big kid. Mephy."
"Shut up, hearts."
Mayhem would order back and push the girl off of him. Drinking as he waited for the guest to arrive. Mayhem would see the man arrive and be led in, and would stand. He would walk over bottle in hand his group following and stand some little way off to the side. Close enough to be around if something happened.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Feb 4, 2015 18:36:58 GMT -5
"Watch out,"Juelz whispered to the curvaceous bombshell in his lap once Yannick arrived. As she got up, The Junior would stand up directly behind her and greet his acquaintance with a smile and handshake. With that out of the way, he plopped back down within the plush chair and chuckled at the opposing drugs lord awareness. "I need to leave an impression," Juelz paused and looked around the room at the other big names accompanying this little ritual. "It it was just you and I, a little diner would have sufficed." He would then meet eyes with the white-haired devil (Caine), "but it's not so I need to keep my guests entertained." With that being said, Juelz gestured over to a group of skimpy dressed women with bottles in grip; they seductively made their way over to the two men and placed the bottles on the table right next to the miniature mountain of cocaine. "How you been doing, bro? We haven't actually talked in a little over a year now." This was Juelz' way of saying: "If you need anything I got you." "You drinking?" He asked Yannick pushing a shot glass in his direction. |
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Post by Yannick Haas on Feb 4, 2015 18:51:56 GMT -5
Yannick looked around, seeing a lot of faces he recognized, and even more he didn't. It seemed like there was more competition here every day, and it almost amazed him how most of them managed to play nice, even once a year like this. He made his own little mental note to either buy out or eliminate about half the new blood within the next few months, but he wasn't about to share that with who was likely about to be his biggest business partner of all time.
"I can't complain," he started, pouring a drink for himself. "The New York Haas chapter is now mine, and I've got more room to do what I want than I am accustomed to, I must say." He paused a moment only to take the shot before pouring himself another. "I trust you've been doing well?" Juelz would find his own hospitality matched by Yannick's kindness, which he never showed anyone except his family.
One of Yannick's men would approach the table with a briefcase and set it down next to Yannick before returning to the floor. For now, though, he paid it no mind.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Feb 4, 2015 20:34:26 GMT -5
Mayhem wouldn't interfere with the meeting as it was, though he would nod as Juelz with a smirk on his lips when the kid looked at him. Instead Mayhem would lean back, and Rooke would turn so that Mayhem could use his back to lean on. His arm wrapping around Hearts, and handing her the bottle. To which she would actually hold it up for him to drink.
As more girls came out, he felt that his own arm candy was extremely over dressed, no matter that wouldn't be the case latter in the evening he was sure.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Feb 5, 2015 3:55:47 GMT -5
"Good shit,"Juelz kept his reply short and straight to the point as he too poured himself a much needed drink. He downed the shot in one swoop but found himself scowling due to the strong burning effect afterwards. "I've actually been meaning to give you a formal congratulations, but my work is never finished. I'm sure you know how that is, bro." Juelz grinned at the end of his words as he tilted his head backwards and poured the alcohol down his gullet. "You'll occupy that space all in due time, Haas. Stick to what you know and you'll find the pieces falling into place one after another." He would then seat back and reflect on Yannick's question. Really, how was he doing? He continued a steady profit, took over small businesses to operate within, bought entire abandoned housing complex to produce his "product", and recruited loyal footmen. On paper, Juelz had it made considering he was still a rookie in the game... But something hung over him; like a daunting shadow threatening to swallow him whole. Maybe Yannick was having the same issue? Time to find out. "Same shit, just a different day." Juelz chuckled as he gave subtle acknowledgement of the suitcase in question. "My operations have been going smoothly for the most part. I should have total control over Brooklyn in a little over a month." He paused for a brief second; contemplating on how he should phrase this correctly. But truth be told, there really was no "correct" way in saying this. "It's getting harder to keep the apple tree healthy, you know? It seems like more bad apples are popping up everyday; almost like someone is contaminating the very water the farmer is using."He had to keep it subtle in case of eavesdroppers. |
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Post by Yannick Haas on Feb 5, 2015 4:11:22 GMT -5
If what he said was true, he'd been making incredible progress, almost better than Yannick was himself. Hell, if it weren't for Haze, he definitely would be, and Yannick could appreciate that sort of effort. Working hard in this game is the only way to make it to the next level, and of all the people here, the two at this table were likely the only ones playing their cards right in the slightest.
"Maybe we need a better control on the farm," Yannick nodded, understanding completely. "And we can get the bad apples together and take care of them at one time. Get rid of the bad bunch, keep the rest healthy and clean." A smile. The figurative language was a little irritating to use but he understood its necessity.
Before the conversation continued, Yannick took the suit case at his side at set it on his lap, before leaning closer to the table. "Is there anywhere more... secure, we can speak? If only for the moment." He wasn't about to pull his trump card in front of all of these people. There were a lot of small fry, but enough of them could be a huge problem.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Feb 5, 2015 15:40:21 GMT -5
Mayhem would roll both of his eyes at the double talk and meaning covering lingo. Seriously though, was an a apple farm analogy the best the pair could come up with. Had he ever been so stiff back in the day, had the others. Well maybe Santana's side in any dealing had been. However Mayhem well he and his lot they were never one for it. That was why this was extremely boring.
Mayhem however would pick up on the obvious nature, that the visitor. Mayhem didn't really care for the name right now, wanted to show something to Santana kid. Now that could be interesting. Mayhem would wait for Santana's response, and depending on it would try and invite himself along.
Obviously he wouldn't to be able to take the arm candy. That which was brought purely to make him feel like certain recent events hadn't effected him. With a spank on her ass, pushing the bottle to her. He would send Hearts on her way.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Feb 5, 2015 16:28:24 GMT -5
It was refreshing to see Yannick understood the spur of the moment lingo. The Junior nodded at the other up and coming drug lords question and slowly rose to his feet. As he did so, one of his footmen strolled over casually with a bombshell thrown over his shoulder fireman style. No words were exchanged between the two; merely gazes that did all the speaking for them. Juelz would then gesture for Yannick to follow him as he downed one last toxic shot. "The roof is empty for the time being, we can speak there."- - - Once on the isolated roof, Juelz would waste no time in properly explaining what he meant. "Traitors within any circle is a common occurrence within lifestyles such as ours. But recently, I've been finding a lot more cockroaches then I am actually proud to admit. Their reasons and actions are always the same." He paused to allow his words to sink in, "Always trying to make an extra buck. But here I am asking myself why? I treat my distributors good and my associates even better. Logically there is no reason to betray what I've worked so hard to build." He would then look at Yannick, "and i'm sure you have the same values and principles."The booming downtown area of New-York was a sight to behold. The lights, cars, bystanders, and sinful nightlife air. To Juelz, it made this little conversation that more relaxing despite the sinister shadowing still looming over him. "I'm under the impression you've been dealing with traitors yourself?" He would state somewhat cautiously; not wanting to cross any lines. "Word travels fast when you're a feared man, Haas. But if the claims are true, we're in the same boat... And it seems to be only us two. And if that is the case, ask yourself one question... Why?"That was enough for now. Last thing Juelz wanted to do was lay it all out on the table at once. Besides, maybe Yannick was on to this little trending betrayal, also. |
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Post by Yannick Haas on Feb 5, 2015 16:41:46 GMT -5
Yannick would down his second shot and stand up as his friend would. Taking a look around the area, he'd tighten his grip on his suitcase and follow Santana up to the roof. The whole way there, his lips would be pursed. When they finally reached it, Yannick would step outside and walk to the center of the building, and wait for the door to be shut.
"You bring up a good point, man." Yannick sighe. Fuckers were ungrateful, and they didn't even realize it. "I had a fence. Micky the Mouth, dunno if you heard of him. Great guy, probably the best fence in the god damn market. I take him in, give him a life, support his family, I practically grew up with his daughter. Then he fucks me over in five fucking deals. I've dealt with some small-time shit, but when you lose someone valuable, that's when it all hits you." The man ran a hand through his hair, visibly irritated about it. He made a small gesture toward Santana, "You get it. Them, in there? They don't have a clue. Give em an inch, they take a mile. Give em a mile, they take ten. That's the problem with these types."
Yannick pulled his briefcase closer to his chest and walked closer toward his friend. He'd stop a couple feet away, holding the case so that it could open toward Santana.
"So I've got a proposition for you, if you're interested. A partnership, if you will. After all, the only ones who can get rid of the scumbags who can't play the game are guys like you and me."
If he was interested, Yannick would open the briefcase and what Santana would see were pills, a sort that he probably wouldn't recognize. Groups of two would be kept together in small bags, and there would be thousands of them in that case.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Feb 5, 2015 20:08:30 GMT -5
Mayhem would see the exchange, and very much doubted that he could get away following the pair. However they had made a bad choice with the roof, while it meant that Mayhem would not be able to find out what was being said. However Mayhem had been here to make sure nothing happened between the two young mobsters. Something that he would take seriously for certain reasons.
Seriously did the thing that Mayhem wouldn't have people watching the building, not just for the security of in case something went badly between the two boys. No it was more for Mayhem own piece of mind, in case things did go south and those who he really not want discovering him here descended. Well there would be people watching the street, roofs and skies.
Eventually a text would come back.
'Sorry Mephistopheles, our guys can't see what ever the guy has clearly. Isn't guns, money or documents, but beyond that they can't tell.'
Mayhem would read the text from one of the old players, he bet if the Frenchmen was there himself, Mayhem would have gotten the details he wanted. With a sigh, Mayhem would realize that he was going to get any fun out of the two kids for awhile. So he would follow after Hearts and drag hr off to a corner.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Feb 6, 2015 3:11:32 GMT -5
"Yeah, I've heard of good old Micky. I would have him do certain jobs only I could trust him with prior to you picking him up. Almost pains me to hear he decided to tango with the devil; especially from the source." Now, Juelz wasn't calling Yannick the devil; but the actually Drug Game itself. The underworld drove people to do stupid things while it drove others clinically insane. Micky The Mouth just happened to find himself consumed whole by the very hell itself. Too late to repent now...The following words of the rookie hit home; but why...? It always went back to that, and it always managed to stump the otherwise intelligent rookie. But before Juelz could lay the rest out for his companion. Yannick took it upon himself to show what was within the well protected suitcase. And what the young drug lord saw baffled him. Pills? Estacy? Nah, that's the biggest insult to any self respect underworld bossiness man. If it wasn't the usual, then it was something new; some new concoction created by Yannick himself. "You taking me to the Matrix, Morpheus?"He would sarcastically ask as he reached for one of the bags to examine it more thoroughly. "Haas, I trust you and your family. Though technically we are neutral to one another, we could still be considered rivals because we operate right next door to one another. We have bumped heads in the past, but it's nothing that could interfere between the mutual respect and boundaries." He placed the bag back within the suitcase and stuffed his hands into his blazer pockets. "So I will hear your proposition first then continue on what I need to say afterwards. However, no matter what I say, no matter how close to home this issue may be. I would prefer you not to get directly involved because if shit hits the fan. You will be the one who would need to accomplish what I couldn't. So, please, continue."And with that, he waited. |
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Post by Yannick Haas on Feb 6, 2015 13:00:09 GMT -5
Yannick nodded at Santana's words, but he was intent on getting his help. Santana had to have seen every pill in play, and yet he had absolutely no idea what was in the suitcase. This, hopefully, would convince the man to consider the partnership.
"This is my trump card, Santana. This is why I've taken over my family's chapter in New York. It's a stimulant, performance enhancer, you could say. And it does things you would never believe." Yannick pulled out two of the pills and shut the briefcase, setting it down at his side. "Just one of these pills can turn your average guy into a hulk. Temporarily, of course - it's still in its prototype phase - but that's the beauty of it. It gives people power they never thought they could have, and then when they lose it, they want more."
The bag was emptied into Yannick's hand, and he'd toss a pill over to Santana. "Consider this my gift to you. Sell it, trade it, hand it out, I don't care. Hell, keep half of it if you want. All I ask is that you push this shit, and I guarantee you, your clientele will grow 30-50% in one to two months, depending on how you push it. Trust me, I've run the numbers, I've done the tests." A moment would be given to allow Santana to mull over anything, before he continued. "I'm giving this to you because I trust you. With this, we can push the little guys out of our city, out of the damn state, even. Then, when we have it all, we split it, 50/50."
Sure, this was a lot to take in, but Yannick had faith. He didn't trust many people, so this was really going out of his element and it left him vulnerable. If it didn't go his way, he might have to do something he'd regret.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Feb 6, 2015 17:50:00 GMT -5
Mayhem would be sent a play by play of what was happening on the roof but no more detail then had been seen could be picked out by the 'security' watching. Meanwhile Hearts would go about trying to win his. Teasing a the idea of possible physical manifesation. Mayhem was about to sink back and uncaring of the place allow her to do so. Before something inside shot up and made him push her away.
"Fuck it I'm bored."
Rooke and Jack eye would meet. This was going to be crazy. Mayhem would walk toward were Santana had led Yannick. Thugs and enforce of bothside would get in the way to prevent him going up to there private meeting.
"But I am bored. Entertain me no guns let have a friendly tussle."
Mayhem would square up with a man a couple men of both sides. He was meant to stop issues. If the didnt take up the request a fist would puah the issue. Either way down here was about to get loud.
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