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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.
Full Story Here.
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Post by Finley Enslow on Feb 27, 2016 23:14:05 GMT -5
Where could he find some damn internet? The last thing he was gonna do was go back to his uncle’s apartment for it. Or Jeremy’s place for that matter. Really, he didn’t want to go anywhere to use anybody else’s internet… But he wasn’t above sitting on the curb outside of a fast food restaurant with his laptop on his knees. Oh no. His sister always used to tell him for a guy with a lot of pride, he had no shame.
Letting out a sigh, Finley checked his email for the first time in a while. Aaaand, he had a message from his little sister that was two weeks old..
“FFF--!”
He slapped his thigh and closed the laptop in frustration. He’d answer it when he had his thoughts straight… as it was, he was so fed up with this district bullshit. If he had things his way, he wouldn't even be in New York anymore. Momentarily setting his laptop down next to his backpack on the sidewalk, Finley stood up and peered through the McDonald’s window. Maybe he had enough spare cash for some food? He probably at least had a dollar to spare for a soda or a burger off the dollar menu. But to him, McDonalds was disgusting. All that greasy food… gross. But when you were well off as he was, it wasn’t like you had a lot to choose from.
"Processed meat, here I come," he muttered.
Oh wait--he'd left his wallet at his uncle's this morning.
"DAMMIT."
[ooc: Steal his money, kick his laptop, be his pal (or try to)--I don't care. uwu Actually, it'd be funny if you kicked his laptop.]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2016 23:33:11 GMT -5
Mizi would come around the corner of the street and see a fast-food place and there a boy sat on the curb he seemed kinda frustrated and he looked through the window of the fast-food resturant, Mizi had decided on using her remaining allowance before she was abandoned here to get some food, she walked toward the restaurant and came near the kid, "You ok?" Mizi gave the boy a concerned look and gave a polite smile.
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Post by Finley Enslow on Feb 28, 2016 16:32:10 GMT -5
Finley shifted his gaze from the window to an approaching girl. She was pale faced, a little on the short side and painfully skinny. It suddenly occurred to him things could be worse. At least he wasn’t in as bad of a shape as this kid, but here he was fuming over his slight misfortune. However, he quickly dismissed the thought, not being one to dwell to long on the problems of others. Other people could focus on their problems and he’d focus on his. Finley furrowed his brow and was about to look away when she suddenly spoke up.
She was asking him if he was okay? He let out a soft chuckle (more like a snicker) and shoved his hands in the pockets of his yellow jacket.
“‘Course I am. Does it look like there’s a problem with me?”
He turned on his heels and picked up his backpack, dusting some of the grime off the bottom.
“What about you, though? You look like you haven’t seen the light of day in a couple years at least. I hope you’re about to buy some food ‘cause you're a freaking twig.”
This was pretty typical for Finley—blanketing concern for a stranger with insults. It usually led to whoever he spoke to snapping back at him before marching off, which was fine with him. It left Finley with his own problems again, something he needed to focus on. He unzipped his backpack and glanced at the laptop once more, thinking of the unanswered message. Yeah… focus on his own problems.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2016 18:32:04 GMT -5
Mizi gave the man a blank stare as the man threw insults toward her, "Oh, i'm sorry." Mizi looked down at her feet in disappointment assuming she did something wrong, it's not like she knew that she did anything wrong either she hadn't talked to anyone but her guardians or sibling and even then she hadn't talked to those people in years.
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Post by Finley Enslow on Feb 28, 2016 18:41:55 GMT -5
Finley zipped his backpack closed and slung it over one shoulder, before wiping the grime on his hands off onto his pants. He glanced at the pale girl out of the corner of his eye and furrowed his brow. No sharp reply, nothing rude to say back. That was the absolute worst… it was responses like these that made him feel like human shit. It always felt better to get into an argument.
Letting out a somewhat exasperated sigh, Finley sauntered over to the girl and patted her shoulder.
“It’s not a problem, kid. I’m just frustrated.”
He backed up a few steps and glanced at the window of the fast food restaurant again.
“Hell, I’d offer to buy you some food if I had cash on me. Sorry about that.”
He scratched his dirty blond hair and slipped his other arm through the remaining loop of his backpack.
“It’s been freaking hard to get anything to eat ever since the walls went up.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2016 18:51:58 GMT -5
"Are you hungry? I can buy some food for you, not really like i'm that hungry." Mizi gave a polite smile, she assumed he was hungry just by the way he looked through the window, she forgave him for shouting at her, he was clearly frustrated and he confirmed it by telling her.
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Post by Finley Enslow on Feb 28, 2016 19:54:06 GMT -5
Finley raised his eye brows and tugged at the sleeves of his coat. The offer was entirely unexpected. Here he was, looking mostly well off. Maybe a little on the skinny side but... this kid looked like the one who needed help. But here she was, offering to buy him food! He knew he really should say no... But it'd been a while since he'd eaten something substantial. Trail mix and crackers didn't really cut it, especially when you were a teenage boy with high metabolism.
Finley looked down at the girl in silence for a few seconds before he could make himself reply.
"Huh," he scratched his chin and a crease formed between his brows, "Well, I mean if you have cash to spare I wouldn't mind a burger. But make sure there's money left over for you to eat something."
What was he thinking? He wasn't a charity case! Just say no!
Finley glanced around. Not many people. No one he recognized. It wasn't like anyone had to know this happened.
"Come on, let's get inside. And you're ordering for yourself first, alright?"
Finley moved to open the restaurant door for the girl.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2016 20:14:26 GMT -5
Mizi went into the store and up to the counter, no-one was in line so she waited for the cashier, the cashier asked what she wanted to order, Mizi ordered a burger with a drink then turned back to the boy "What do you want?".
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Post by Finley Enslow on Feb 28, 2016 21:55:38 GMT -5
Finley stood a few feet behind the girl as she ordered, hands shoved in his pockets. He glanced around the restaurant let out a breath. When the girl asked him what he wanted, Finley turned back to her. What did he want? It was probably best to stick with something cheap, he didn't want to mooch off this girl. Well... technically he already was. No need to make it worse.
"A burger. Whatever's cheapest. A small drink would be cool too if you can afford it," he replied.
As soon as the girl would turn around, he'd make a face at the cashier and turn away to find a good table to sit at. Most of them were covered in grime and others already someone occupying them. His eyes eventually fell on a clean spot and he glanced over his shoulder.
"Let's get our drinks and claim that clean-ish booth over there."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2016 22:42:13 GMT -5
Mizi nodded and ordered him a burger and medium drink she had $20 bucks to spare, she then turned around and handed the boy his food. Mizi walked over to the soda machine and filled her cup with juice. Mizi went to the table and took a seat.
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