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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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Of Neapolitan, school jerks, and food fights (Open)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 22:27:22 GMT -5
Neo had only attended PHS for a few days and things went well for the most part, aside from people constantly staring at her due to her ridiculous height complex, and flashy clothing. Not that she minded.
Finally, it was lunch time and she headed to the cafeteria. After getting her tray and sitting down, she began to eat. It was peaceful for about two minutes, and then some annoying dudes from the table across from her started throwing blue berries and little bits of food. The first one hit her in the forehead and landed in her pizza. She arched an eye brow at the boys, and they proceeded to make stupid winky faces at her.
"No style," she muttered, flicking the blue berry off her plate. They threw another one and this time she caught it in her mouth. This continued for awhile until she was dodging apples, and finally, while she was chatting with the girl next to her, a piece of pizza flew through the air and hit her white jacket, smearing tomato sauce on the fabric. The boys laughed like they'd done something really funny.
That was it. Neo jumped up and stood on top of the table, attempting to make herself look big in spite of her short-ness.
"Was that a joke, smart ass?" she called, "'Cause when I put my fist through your face--thats the punch line."
Before they answered she threw up one of the trays, and kicked it toward them, raining food on the group of boys. They swore and jumped out of their seats.
"Bitch," one of them snarled, "I'll break your puny arms."
Part group started towards her and the others stayed behind chucking food at the kids at her table, who soon began to retaliate. Neo just kept standing on the table in the midst of the flying food, folding her arms and watching the punks approaching her to attack.
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Post by Naoki Reiaki on Feb 4, 2015 22:38:49 GMT -5
Naoki had Felicia on his shoulders, his white dove looking out for him and eyeing his food at the same time. He then heard a metal cling followed by a swear word, and soon he heard footsteps. Naoki turned around, and for once his face was neutral for one instead of happy. This shows his irritation to the sort of behavior the guys were giving to the lone girl. But if they was to play the numbers game, Naoki would be glad to play it.
He stood up from the table and quickly got in between both the girl and the group of guys. His head was locked down and his hair covered his eyes with a shadows as he spoke. "Ganging up on girls now are we?" Naoki asked as Felicia flew towards him, landing on his head. He then turned his attention to the guys by turning his head, his face completely serious. "Wow... What a story to tell, six dicks acting like pussies. If you want another opponent to fight, I'll be glad to fight you alongside this girl."
Naoki then turned his head to the girl, his face still serious by then. "Sorry, but I am helping you with this fight." Naoki explained as he then out up his fists towards the guys who ganged up on the girl in the first place. He had grown so used to this sort of garbage, he wouldn't mind taking out the trash once again.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2015 21:06:48 GMT -5
A boy with a cat like look to him, and a dove on his shoulder, came and stood between Neo and the approaching punks. His mind seemed pretty made up, the only way she could probably get him out of the way was to kick him, but that'd be overkill.
The boy turned and spoke to her, removing any doubt that he might leave.
While she would've preferred taking the challenge on her own, part of her was happy to see that there were still boys like this out there. She couldn't remember the last time someone had stood up to defend her. Then again, this boy didn't know what the kids at her old school knew.
The dudes scowled at Naoki, and the one in the middle, presumably their leader, cracked his knuckles.
"You've got balls kid," he says, "Balls."
"Gender and numbers aside, someone's gotta show brats their place," another one snarled.
Neo jumped off the table, her boots clicking on the floor as she landed next to the boy and looked up at him.
"You know, the whole knight in shining armor thing makes me sick," she sighs, "I don't suppose I could ask you to leave this to me?"
She leaned to the side and a cupcake flew through the air past her. The food fight was still in full swing.
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Post by Naoki Reiaki on Feb 5, 2015 21:29:25 GMT -5
Naoki crossed his arms at the one who said he had balls, yeah, complements, Naoki was so afraid. Now watch him burn into ashes while singing they Star Spangled Banner. Naoki wasn't one to have such a serious face, normally he was a happy character, normally happy, even in fights. But the numbers game has been played on him plenty of times, and it only gets worse thoughout the years. Naoki wanted revenged which normally wasn't his way of dealing with things, but it seems to be the case now. He continued to speak and pet the white dove in his hands.
"Yeah, and clearly you have none when you and your boyfriends want to jump lone girls." Naoki said with his eyes hollowing a little bit. To call him a kid made things worse, he was 16, a junior in this school. He just about had it with these bastards. Naoki let Felicia fly away, her knowing what was coming up next. A fight had been engaged ready between the girl and one of the boys who ganged up on her, at least she could fight for herself and think for herself, but... Since she was asking nicely...
"I'm not a hero... I'm just me, Im just doing what I feel is right, I'll step aside, but the first thing to go down will..." Naoki then sensed an attack approaching due to the odd movements he saw in the corner of his eyes. He ducked a jab to the right, quickly countering with an Uppercut punch to the jaw with his right hand. The blow landed successfully, knocking some blood out of the boys nose. It seems leaving her alone won't be easy, but he planned to back off from the fight as much as possible. "Good luck." Naoki said as he stood where he was with his hands in his pockets. He then caught a piece of Slim Jim Beef Jerky, which was unopened, and took bite from it.
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Post by Ty Hattori on Feb 5, 2015 23:36:39 GMT -5
 NOTORIOUS LUNCH TIME.
It simply never failed that lunch time was never an actual time for lunch per say. It was more of a time for the prisoners students of Public High School #552 to settle their vendettas or simply create new ones by inventing new ways to antagonize their peers who actually wanted to enjoy their lunches. Amongst the crowd of people making a desperate attempt to enjoy his lunch was the devil, Ty Hattori. He sat at a lonely table right of center in the commons. He used his chopsticks to pick up his rice, munching on it quietly. At first glance, it would appear today would be an irregular day. No fights, no food fights and no just simply no ape-like idiots in general. The Americanized Chinese food they served today actually wasn't all that bad. Lately the lunch has been on a role of not serving complete vomit to the students. Ty never took a break from his thoughts, but lunch time actually allowed them to slow down a bit.
But his peace of mind would be short lived. The cerulean blues looked up from his food, his head turning to the left to tune in to the new found action. A girl, with rather flashy clothing had stood on the table, lifted one of the trays with her foot and launched it at a group of boys. This in turn set of a chain of events and World War Food Fight commenced. A soft sigh escaped the pinkish lips of the Hattori devil as he turned his face back to his food. The sound of food whizzing by, over, and around his body sounded. But the red haired youth did not budge, simply picking up more rice from his tray and placing it easily into his mouth. He listened to the conversation. Whilst the food fight raged on around them, the girl and the group boys took center stage, some paces away from where Ty sat. He wondered what his little brother was up to. Probably dealing with more idiots as usual. Musashi would probably partake in this battle. Ty listened attentively to the conversation between the two parties. The girl was bold, and talked a big game. Her posture suggested she had some experience with the fight. She could no doubt handle herself and Ty was eager to watch. And yet part of him was itching to fight as well. She didn't seem to require the assistance though, so patience.
And here we go, yet another boy jumped up, this one taking the side of the girl. Their conversation became rather amusing to the red haired devil, yet his face remained straight and expressionless, his own thoughts following seemingly every bit of commentary.
"Wow... What a story to tell, six dicks acting like pussies. If you want another opponent to fight, I'll be glad to fight you alongside this girl."
Clever, Captain-Save-the-Chick. The chick that obviously wanted the battle with her fate.
"Sorry, but I am helping you with this fight."
So it would seem.
"Gender and numbers aside, someone's gotta show brats their place."
Ty was convinced apes just liked to hear themselves speak.
"You know, the whole knight in shining armor thing makes me sick, I don't suppose I could ask you to leave this to me?"
Watch it, kid, Princess Peach's pride was on the line here.
"I'm not a hero... I'm just me, Im just doing what I feel is right, I'll step aside, but the first thing to go down will..."
Interesting. Just doing what he believed was right. Interesting indeed. Probably the first comment like that he's heard since being at this school. The boy looked up, his interest slightly piqued. But the cerulean blue eyes caught a glance of the 'Not-a-hero-kid" putting one of the guys on the ground with relative ease. The other idiots began inching closer, ready to attack, but apparently they had another friend, approaching the fancy flashy girl, and the 'NOT-a-hero, hero' from behind. Ty recognized this one. A kid that had attacked his brother a week back. Still up to his cowardly antics. Fine. Just once. Ty's gaze was cold. The devil, remaining seated would jerk a nearby chair from its table, turning his legs and body on the side of his own chair. In a split-second, he set the chair in his hand in front of his body and with a punishing kick sent the chair sliding at a rapid speed across the floor, zipping straight past the 'Not-a-hero' kid and smashing into the shins of the thug approaching them from behind. The boy flipped over the chair and smashed into the ground, groaning in pain. "Hm." Ty turned his body back to his table and lifted another piece of rice into his mouth.
Just a little revenge he never got to exact.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2015 20:15:45 GMT -5
"Generalizing and assuming things, are we?" one of the guys growled.
To Neo's surprise, it seemed as though the cat eyed boy would back down.
"Much appreciated--" she began, but raised her eye brows when one of the dudes made a swing at him. The cat eyed boy dodged and quickly decked his attacker, drawing blood in the process.
A thug began to approach them from behind, when a chair came skidding across the floor at a break neck speed, slamming into his shins and knocking him to the floor.
What the hell?" she glanced around, looking for the source of the attack, but couldn't seem to place it. Glancing back at the final remaining boy, she rested her closed umbrella on her shoulder. Only one left for her. The rest of the group was too caught up in the food fight.
"When are kids gonna learn to stay out of other people's business?" he grunted, starting towards her.
She smiled at him, and he clenched his fists. Placing her hand on her hip, and with her umbrella still resting on her shoulder, she began dodging the rain of quick blows the boy attempted to nail her with. Astoundingly quick, she side stepped, ducked, and leaned back repeatedly, avoiding his punches like she had known where he'd strike before hand.
A chicken leg flew past her, and in her brief moment of distraction, he grabbed her by the collar and threw her as if she hardly weighed a thing. Neo launched into a series of backward somersaults as soon as she came in contact with the ground, landing in a sitting position on a table top. She crossed her legs, and opened her umbrella, resting it on her shoulder with a taunting smile.
The gesture seemed to anger the boy, and he charged at her. She leaped off the table, narrowly avoiding his next blow, and kicked him across the face, before landing on the ground and closing her umbrella. The boy fell down, and with a twisted grin she, brought an axe kick down at his neck. Instead of striking him, her heel slammed into the floor next to him. He looked up at her with wide eyes, and she just smiled, turning on her heels beginning to walk away, seemingly satisfied.
Forget style, height, or gender, she wanted people to know she was capable. Capable in spite of 'being about the height of a ten year old,' as some would say. But really, was respect from the people in this hole of violence worth anything at all?
I suppose time could tell...
[You're fine, Ty. ^_^ Glad to have you. :3 ]
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Post by Naoki Reiaki on Feb 6, 2015 20:40:13 GMT -5
(Nice chair trick, welcome aboard!)
A newcomer, on their side it seemed, or rather the girls side. He was asked nicely to not get involved, and for that, he wouldn't unless something goes down that tips the scales in the wrong way. The newcomer used a chair to attack and didn't even give a warning, lucky... And awesome for helping him and the girl. He didn't care about the student who tried to attack him from behind, the numbers game just wasn't in their favor, and while Naoki hated the game, the game seemed to love him. He continued to sit on the table while munching on the beef jerky, ducking a few times to avoid flying burgers.
Naoki looked up at Felicia, signalling her that it was alright to come down to him, he didn't plan to fight, but watching the fight was fun on his own. When he saw the girl get lifted and thrown, he almost made a move to cut it off, but it had been too late and the girl was sent flying. That almost caused the numbers game to have him snap until he realized that the girl had actually recovered in the air, which made himself a little bit envious. That was all he could see until two guys were headed for him, one from the front, and Naoki heard one coming from behind. Naoki closed his eyes and with his left hands, snapped his fingers.
"I could've sworn in said to stay out of the fight unless something happened." Naoki said as he snapped his fingers, using his magic tricks to his advantage. Felicia was sent to attack the student behind his back while Silico and Kai, his other two white doves, appeared from Naokis jacket and were sent to aid Felicia. "I guess I should know better, in a food fight, I can't eat beef jerky in peace."
In self-defense, Naoki jumped up from his table raised his fists, planning to only counter attacks and not actually strike first. The student tried to swing at his nose, but Naoki swung his body to the left and grabbed the arm, he twisted the arm one time before he did the next move, which was never pretty to watch. He jumped into the air with arm still in his grip, aiming his knee for the students elbow. When Naoki his the ground on his back, his knee was being forced upon the students elbow, cracking a crack sound upon impact. That should send him running for a while. The student was on the ground, looking like a fish as he gripped his arm in pain. Naoki just stood up and sat back down on the table to greet his three doves, hoping to finish off his snack. "Hey guys, wheres Justin Beiber with a Beanie?" Naoki asked, referring to the guy who tried to attack him from behind. They turned their heads, guiding Naokis eyes to see the kid laying down on the ground, moaning in pain.
"You guys are getting better at this." Naoki said with a grin as he took a bite off of his snack again, then closed his eyes and smiled as a happy little music note appeared above his head. He looked so innocent, but the student he almost broke the arm off of, he knows that Naoki could do some violent things and still smile.
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Post by Ty Hattori on Feb 8, 2015 11:43:19 GMT -5
NOTORIOUS LUNCH TIME.
The battle seemed to intensify. It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on his food. The Hattori youth slammed his chopsticks down on the table and rest his chin in his hand, his elbow propped up on the table. "Damnit.." The cerulean blue irises had a blanket of annoyance, ferocity, and coldness enveloped upon them. Food continued to sore over his head, and past his face. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he sat back up, erect, and picked his chopsticks in between his left fingers and picked up another piece of rice. He gently placed it on his tongue and crushed it with his teeth. Maybe he could finish quickly and get the hell out of here before his temper and patience wore thin and became nonexistent. He lowered his hand again for another piece of rice and ---
PLING!
A large piece of slop had flown and knocked Ty's food right from the table. The boy looked up, stunned, turning his face to the left once again to witness the 'Not-a-hero' and the Pink girl continuing their battle. The culprit? The the kid who he had slid the chair into of course. The boy had an extremely angry look on his face. "Hm. Very well." A sadistic smirk stretched across the young Hattori boy's face as he slid from under his table, stood up and stepped out. He began to walk slowly across the room to his foe. As Ty continued his stretch, the boy had decided to charge forward. Good. He'd end this quickly. As the kid closed the distance, Ty made a quick shift in his weight, dodging an incoming hook, the punch soaring past his face. The boy's body jerked upward to react, delivering a blinding punch into the boy's neck. His opponent was already incapacitated, so the Hattori devil went in for the finisher. A quick knee to the boy's gut caused him to bend at the waist. The red haired Junior lifted the same knee again, this time delivering it in the middle of his forehead. This one sent the kid flying backwards and into the floor.
A menacing look in his eyes, the Hattori fixed his pea coat, brushing the rice residue off of him. He ruffled his red hair of rice as well, the smirk had faded from existence. The cerulean blue irises turned to the girl in pink, annoyed. His lunch time, ruined once again. Perhaps if she'd just left it alone.. Perhaps took it outside? Ty knew he was probably the only one to blame for his shattered peace. But.. He didn't feel like admitting that right now.
"I hope you had fun." Sarcasm. A serious expression claiming his face, his eyes shot over to the 'Not-a-hero' and back to the flashy girl in pink. Simply could not leave well enough alone, huh? Even the eldest Hattori was guilty of it. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2015 23:09:00 GMT -5
Neo noted the cat-eyed boys obvious fighting skill, he had a cute, innocent look to him, but perhaps it was just a mask to hide an inner sadistic nature?
The remaining dudes affiliated with the group of punks seemed to go back to minding their own business, apparently deciding it was worth it to get involved any further.
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"I hope you had fun," came a boy's voice from behind her.
Neo glanced over her shoulder at the red haired boy and a smile spread across her lips. He was clearly annoyed with her, probably because he pinned the blame of the whole event on her. Not to say he wasn't right in doing so, of course. She walked over to him and poked his stomach with her umbrella, in a playful, and purposely irritating manner.
"Oh bless your soul, aren't you precious!" she said, her voice practically dripping with false sweetness, "Did I ruin your lunch time?"
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