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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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The Beginning of an End [ event ! ]
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Post by Yukimura Sanada on Mar 6, 2016 15:14:43 GMT -5
 Sleeping away peacefully inside his tiny but clean and well-kept apartment room, the top of his head just poking out from beneath his blanket, Yukimura was snoring peacefully, dreaming about, surprise, food. Shifting in his sleep every so often, he would continue to clutch the pillow in his arms and mumble incomprehensible words in his sleep. In his dream he had a bowl of ramen and a plate of gyoza in front of him, and after saying a prayer of thanks, was just about to dig into it... when his phone went off, causing him to shoot straight up in bed from shock. His heart racing as he took in short, shallow breathes to calm himself down, he would reach out and grab his cellphone, swiping the screen and reading the message sent to him.
His eyes darting back and forth, it was a miracle! The wall was coming down! BUT WHAT KIND OF MIRACLE HAPPENS AT 7 IN THE MORNING!? He was having a great dream too! Damn it. Quickly leaping out of bed, he would grab all his clothes, which were were not a whole lot, seeing as they were all piled neatly in a corner of his room, and shove them into his bag, and the rest of his belongings, before quickly changing into some clothes and dashed out the door, making a mad dash for the area outside of the district. Sure the entire thing came out of nowhere and this felt like some terrible plot to get them all in one place and destroy them all, but if it meant getting out of the District and he could go home to Japan, he was more than willing to take the risk. Reaching the outskirts of the district, where the two planes were parked, he would quickly run to the dark gray plane and bounding up the stairs, would enter into it, walking right past Alexei, who was hidden in the shadows, breathing heavily from his sprint. Heading to the middle section of the plane, after placing his bag in the overhead compartment, he would take a seat, before slumping in his chair and relaxing.
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"Welcome to the end of your life, and I promise it's going to hurt."
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Post by Leon Sudeki on Mar 6, 2016 17:11:14 GMT -5
((OoC: As we don't actually know the status of any LG member due to an event, this will be short and sweet.))
Leon would pack everything he owned. His whiskey set and his soda stream to create Dr. Pepper. His fighting equipment, and he would go to the planes.
"Should I leave? I could rule this district..."
Leon contemplated shortly before going to get on the Grey plane.
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Post by Jack Griffin on Mar 6, 2016 21:22:29 GMT -5
Settling back into his wonderfully cozy seat, Jack gave himself a mental pat on the back for being so quick to get here. Yes, perhaps his legs now ached from the exertion of his mad dash across the broken city, but the payoff was worth it: the cushiest spot his ass could ever ask for, and the companionship of a prime selection of 552's best and brightest, those few others who had been smart and quick enough to board early at snatch up the good spots. Now, he found himself sitting in line with the mysterious and beautiful damsel Ira Defaire, who could be a royal pain in the ass sometimes but had connections for days. Near her was Macht Starke, an extremely strong individual who had apparently led one of the strongest gangs in the District, before his partner got offed by the Apostles. To finish off the bunch, there was a pretty redhead who Jack had neither seen nor heard of before. Even if she wasn't immensely strong or significant, though, having another cute girl around certainly wasn't going to hurt.
He sat quietly for the first few minutes, doing little other than give Xei the finger when he momentarily popped on board. Thankfully, the fucker didn't stay long, leaving Jack free to converse with the others without having to worry about being executed.
"Hey Ira! Surprise! Looks like there won't be any need to break down the wall after all. Thanks for the tips, though... I'll probably figure out a use for them when I decide to try and conquer the world or some shit." He was smiling, clearly elated by the situation, but it was still hard to tell whether or not he was being serious. "Oh, and you two," he continued, addressing Macht and Siobhan, "I don't think we've been introduced? Might be nice to get to know each other, seeing as we're going to be stuck in school together soon."
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Post by Ira Defaire on Mar 7, 2016 9:08:14 GMT -5
IF I CAN'T DREAM RATHER HOLD THE PAST THAN TO LET GO,
NEVER WAKE OR I'LL BREAK FROM SHAKING
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"You're...welcome, Jack." She said, finally getting his name right, but remaining unsure as to his current mood. She was always incapable of accessing him, and while that intrigued her, that alerted her to be careful, for he might be a future foe. However, she gave him a genuine smile when she said his name, enough to break through the stone-cold scowl she etched on her face every time she conversed with someone. The smile felt odd--she wasn't used to smiling, and she dropped it quickly after the thought that smiles look odd on her decided to bug her thoroughly.
"This is Macht," She pointed at the hulking German that settled himself beside her. "He's a friend." She said carefully, unwilling to reveal too much at the moment. "And that is Siobhan." She pointed at the female close to them, waving as she did.
"She's also very single, and good in bed." Ira added cheekily. "Not as good as me, of course." She preened and added as an afterthought. |
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Post by Kaitaro of Crimson on Mar 7, 2016 11:03:53 GMT -5
Kai looked around the plane. No one on board seemed to be someone he knew well enough to talk to. With a sigh, he took out his iphone and earbuds and turned on some music. He looked out the window next to him. He he hadn't been at the school as long as some others, but to him it felt like his whole life was there. Even kept in the walls he felt at home. But time changes, and perhaps it was time to leave New York behind and start a new chapter in his life. Besides, San Francisco sounded pretty great to him.
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Mar 7, 2016 13:41:18 GMT -5
I stared out the window a bit longer before laying my head back and closing my eyes. This was not what I had pictured when I was asked what kind of teacher I wanted to be. I had wanted to help the students, not hide and pray I'd survive through a student gone mad. I wiped the tear away angrily. This was not right. I was not supposed to be this afraid of my students. I raised my head and opened my eyes.
Looking around the cabin, i'd notice the leader of LG, Leon Sudeki walk in along with that bastard responsible, Alexi. My fists clenched and I prepared myself for the worst: Death. If it came to that, I would kill him first. There was no doubt. I didn't care if I had to die, I'd kill him before I let him lay a harmful finger on my students. Then, he turned and left. How odd... was he planning something? What was going on? I looked back out the window to see if he had gotten back off. If he was planning something, I wanted to be prepared.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Mar 7, 2016 18:38:46 GMT -5
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Vivi scanned the interior of the plane for a familiar face. Specifically either Valo’s, Valentine’s, or Piper’s. For a while, she only saw faces that were vaguely familiar. People she’d seen around school at one point or another, perhaps. But finally, to her relief, Valo boarded the plane and came to sit down next to her. It felt as if a load had been lifted off her chest, but Vivi kept up a calm countenance.
“Yeah, no problem,” she crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair, “So what do you think of this? Seems shady… I mean, not unlike everything else that's happened lately, but still.”
Vivi noticed Leon boarding the plane—it’d probably be good to have someone like him around in case of trouble. But then again… it’d be better if there wasn’t any need for fighting at all. Having a bunch of heavy hitters going at it in a plane would be a freaking disaster.
She tensed when she caught a glimpse of the silver haired man. He was only on the plane for a short while, but seeing him was enough to allow her nerves to get the best of her.
“Please let this be a regular old plane ride…” she muttered to herself.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Mar 7, 2016 19:48:58 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","biggie"]  [attr="class","textie"]"There's a very good chance that this is a trap, and they're just trying to get rid of us in one fell swoop while our guard is down."[break][break]
It's what the cynical, negative side of him that came forward in the district believed. The Apostles stopped at nothing to showcase their dominance, and the execution left him without a doubt that they showed no mercy to anyone, but it also meant that they didn't deserve it either.[break][break]
"A couple of planes exploding doesn't sound like the best thing to have in the news though. We know what happened the last time a couple of planes blew up in New York."[break][break]
His eyes fixated on Alexei as he momentarily appeared in the plane. Anger swelled up within Valo, and he wanted to lash out and attack the man where he stood. But he didn't have that usual condescending look, something felt different about his appearance here... nevertheless, it made Valo uneasy that the guy was even around. If they wanted to get everyone together to kill them in one attempt, this was a good shot at it. Though there were many simpler routes they could have taken besides grabbing some planes to do so.[break][break]
"If something does happen, we're at a disadvantage without our stuff... if anything goes wrong, there's an emergency exit not far behind our seats on your side. We'll hit it, and get the hell out of dodge." He leaned over to whisper to Vivi, just in case. He wanted to have a contingency plan, but hopefully it wouldn't be needed. There wasn't much to do in the event of a disaster but fight or flight. And above all else, he wanted to keep him and Vivi safe. He didn't distrust the powerful fighters around, but he knew a fight in a plane was all kinds of awful. [attr="class","iconie"]  [newclass=.biggie]-webkit-transitionduration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover]margin-left:-300px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie]opacity:0;margin-top:-425px;margin-bottom:150px;width:250px;height:400px;padding:10px;background-color:#fff;border:solid 1px #b7b7b7;color:#939393;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;margin-left:0px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;font:11px calibri;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .textie]opacity:1;margin-left:560px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie::-webkit-scrollbar]width:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#b7b7b7;border:2px solid #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconie]opacity:0;margin-top:-240px;margin-left:-220px;margin-bottom:50px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .iconie]opacity:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.tagsie]opacity:0;font:11px calibri;color:#b7b7b7;margin-top:-75px;margin-left:-75px;margin-bottom:40px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .tagsie]opacity:1;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] |
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Mar 7, 2016 20:41:49 GMT -5
I looked back at my phone. No messages. Had Teufel slept through the calls and messages? I would assure his safe arrival to San Francisco at any cost. Even if I had to fly him to me. I looked out the window. Would he arrive in time? Would he be safe? I scolded myself. I had sent Stefan to assure his safety. Of course he would be fine. Perhaps once we had arrived safely in San Francisco, I would make an appointment to speak to a doctor about Teufel's legs. I had made him a promise and I was nowhere near forgetting it. I would make good on my promises.
I stole a glance around the cabin in time to see Alexei look around the cabin and then leave. I had half stood and grabbed my cane as if to pull it out and defend myself and other students from him, but then he left. I stood the rest of the way, straightened my shoulders and made my way back to the restroom before returning to my seat. While in the restroom, I splashed water on my face and stared into the mirror for a minute, trying to get my mind straight. This was just too risky to keep completely calm. After back in my seat, I would wave the stewardess down and ask her for a Coca-Cola and a cup of ice. Dragging my hand over my face, I'd let out a sigh. This would be a long four hours...
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Mar 8, 2016 1:37:09 GMT -5
 The moment a familiar looking red-haired girl walked onto the plane, nothing else mattered, not even Alexei eventually coming onto the plane after Zoe had boarded the plane he and the others were on. Rising up in his seat, his seat buckle falling away and clanking against the edge of the seat, his eyes would follow every step Melanie took as she stumbled forward towards him, placing her back down on the seat beside him once she reached him, before causing him to jerk back slightly as she threw her arms around him and cried. His shirt saturated with her tears, he would wrap his arms around her back, holding her comfortingly in his embrace, as he would gently rub her back with one hand, to soothe her. Feeling her pull away slightly and look up at him a few minutes later, his gun metal gray eyes would stare deeply into her sunset orange eyes, as a slightly comforting smile formed on his lips, bowing his head slightly to her.
"It is. Soon we'll be far away from the District and this city that wants nothing to do with us."
Seated near the back of the plane, glancing casually out the window, Kazuma's eyes would shift hearing his younger twin brother speak, as he rested the cheek of his face lightly against his fingers, his elbow resting on the armrest of his seat. Letting out a soft 'heh' as a smirk formed on his face, just barely visible beneath the hood of his hoodie he wore up to hide the top part of his face from view, he was just a partially skeptical as Kazuya was about the whole plane trip, but the fact Zoe, whom he heard about from Kazuya, was on this plane too, meant unless the Apostles were about friendly fire too, it was more than likely, the plane trip to San Francisco was completely legitimate.
Releasing his hold on Melanie a few minutes later, picking her bag up, he would lift it up and place it in the overhead compartment, politely declining the help offered to him by the air stewardess that walked up to him. Once Melanie was seated in her seat, he would sit back down in his aisle seat, as he would buckle his seat belt and settling down, would wait for take-off.
"I wonder... what awaits us in San Francisco. It's been 2 years since I was last there." |
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Post by Melanie Rose on Mar 8, 2016 12:38:22 GMT -5
I felt his arms wrap around my back. His embrace was so warm, so soothing. I relaxed in his arms, completely unaware of Alexei behind me. When he looked back down at me, his eyes searching my soul, I looked right back. A few tears lingered in my eyes, but they would soon be gone. All the stress, all the anguish, it would all be gone soon. We were leaving everything behind us.
My smile returned having seen him smile down at me. We'll be far away... I cherished the thought as well as loathed it. Everything I knew was here. Sure, I could start over again. Before #552 I had nothing, but now, Kazuya was all I had. Everything we had together... All of it was here. Would things change once we were out of danger? Would his feelings change once he didn't have to protect me from danger constantly? What about at school? Didn't he tell me he graduated? When would I get to see him now? If I was always gone...
I didn't linger on the thought for long. Shaking my head free of the thoughts, I settled further into my seat and buckled my seat belt as Kazuya released me and put my bag up in the compartment. Once he sat down, I would lean my head on his shoulder and put my hand down so it could interlock fingers with his. I let out a soft sigh as he began speaking again. His voice always calmed me no matter what.
San Francisco... That's where we were going. I couldn't remember if I had ever been there; I didn't think I had. Kazuya had been there two years prior. Were we going to another delinquent school? Would we be forced to mingle with other students? Not that it mattered if we did. Our school must have been notorious now for being forced to have the government step in to make us behave. If there were other students, it didn't seem likely that they would bother us much after hearing all that. Everything snowballed when spread by word of mouth. From there was 'a guy who hit a guy' all the way to 'this huge bro took on like thirty dudes!'
"I hope it's like here. I don't want to forget this. I don't want to forget meeting you."
I snuggled closer to his arm and hid my face. I was blushing. God, I was so emotional.
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Post by Alex Dragon on Mar 8, 2016 13:44:30 GMT -5
The Dragon's all boarded the white plane with haste. Rochi was carrying 3 bags full of books he loved and wanted to read....and singing like a crazy person. Murai was being emo and stayed silent the whole time, but the leader of the Dragon Family, Alex seemed to be quite happy about moving.
Taking the available seats close to an emergency exit (because you never know when an airplane decides to crash), the Dragons sat down and tried to relax.
"Finally, leaving Ne-," Alex was interrupted by Rochi singing a new song.
"FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER, I FLY ON A PLANE!"
Murai and Alex tried their best to ignore Rochi, but surely the other passengers were probably getting annoyed by his singing.
This was going to be a long ride for the Dragons.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Mar 12, 2016 17:00:45 GMT -5
OoC: For the record, Liv Carole is taking the opposite plane of Siobhan. I don't even remember what plane she's on.
Siobhan was in no state to be having a conversation, especially with the voices screaming traitor echoing in her mind, and the visible fatigue of wandering around god knows fucking where without sleep, but the kid seemed happier than she'd ever been in her life so she mustered up a half laugh that was devoid of any soul despite sounding throaty from her lack of speech and a quirky smile that only looked tired despite not reaching her eyes. Her eyes rolled over to Macht in half-genuine amusement but more a natural aversion to expecting some kind of wrath from the devastated man. Before something stupid was blurted out of her mouth like, "It's my fault our leader died and will never get to see the promised land with us despite being our Moses.", and actually receiving some kind of unwanted emotional response Siobhan turned her eyes to the blonde that had caused such unwarranted cheeriness from everyone on the plane. Irritated slightly that he could be so dense to the obvious suffering of so many teens, she would give him a bared teeth grin after responding to Ira's introductions.
"Ira you can't downplay me because Macht and I had a fling before you two hooked up."
The smirk wasn't even real, but it was plastered on her face, just like the taunting in her words that didn't come from within. An old muscle and reflex of how she used to be, one she hoped would deteriorate soon.
"And yes Jack, I'm Siobhan Arden. Nice to meet you."
The words were plastic. The name Arden was a shard of glass that was lodged in her throat and cutting into the flesh. Blood filled her lungs, choking the air from her chest. She was no Arden, she was nothing. Siobhan was nameless.
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Post by Felix Booker on Mar 15, 2016 3:29:32 GMT -5
Felix couldn't believe this shit. Somehow in the time he'd been gone, 552 had been closed off from the general public and turned into it's own district of crazy ass delinquents. Not only that but now that he'd just returned from-- business, they were already getting shipped off to someplace else? What had happened while he'd been away? Felix grumbled to himself as he made his way to the planes, the only belongings he had on him were two book bags. One filled with clothes, the other containing his PlayStation, his controllers and a few odd games and CD's. He didn't even know where they were going. He only hoped they had WiFi where he was going. Doing a quick game of eenie-meenie-miney-moe to choose between one of the two planes, he stepped onto the white one. Now on board he picked out a random seat by a sweaty guy, seeing as how he was one of the last ones on the plane he didn't have much choice in his seating partner. Luckily he'd brought his iPod shuffle, cramming his brandless headphones over his ears, and drifting away to his melodic tunes.
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