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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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Ira-senpai, why won't you notice me?
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Post by Lang Lang-chan on Mar 28, 2016 14:17:37 GMT -5
when you start liking pain things start to get interesting Belphegor was entirely focused on Kevin now, forgetting completely about Kanu and Orion. As the boy stumbled back, his feet would drop to the ground and he would twist back into a standing motion. Moving swiftly, he would catch Kevin as he recovered, and prepped for the strike with his left that he'd set up for. Unfortunately, however, the right hook caught him off guard and collided with his jaw, and immediately, Belphegor could feel the sting rip through him. Of all places to get hit, that was one of the worst, and there was no denying it. Blood welled up in his mouth, but he wasn't done. No, he was far from it.
Unfortunately for Kevin, Belphegor was still a swift, perceptive man. As the haymaker came in for his temple, he ducked his head underneath it, using the range and slowness to his advantage. He dipped his head, twisting his body down and to the right using the momentum from Kevin's hook. In doing so, he dropped to his left knee and turned so that his legs were perpendicular to the man, but his torso was facing the same direction. Twisting, his right elbow would shoot up into Kevin's solar plexus.
Not letting up, Bel would spring up with his right foot, pushing himself upward into a jump. It was a risky move, but he would spin around and drop his left shin into Kevin's neck with an airborne maneuver he hoped would bring the man to a knee and halt his impressive offense, if only enough for Belphegor to catch his breath. |  notes & tags 265words |
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Post by 'Drez' on Mar 29, 2016 16:16:52 GMT -5
..Whats this? Screams and groans of pain had reached Drez's ears. From what he could tell, it was close by. It was almost like he could smell the blood. Drawn toward an ally way, his large form would settle at the mouth of the alley way, a single deep violet hue glaring into it's depths. It seemed a struggle of some kind had taken place, however the fight wasn't what interested him. It was the girl, the defenseless, whimpering female that seemed to have already been made a victim. "H-h He... Heheh... Ha.. Hahaha... HAHAHA! "
Ignoring Bel, Orion and Kevin, Badtn would walk into the alleyway, past the scuffle thst had broken out. His hands slowly slipped on his gloves, the metal plates at the back side glinted in the dim light thst cascaded the narrowish passage. He would halt in front of the girl, before lifting his left foot and pushing it against the girl's throat, and her body back against the alley wall. The sharp 'claws' on his glove would drop and grasp at the girl's left arm, near her shoulder. His fingers would drive the barbed tips of his gloves into her flesh, before he pushed more forcefully upon her throat and proceeded to literally try and rip her arm off as his fingers tore into her meat. Unlike Bel, He preferred when they didn't scream. He preferred when they could no longer move. Thst was far more of a rush to this giant teenager. Grunts would escape his throat with each tug. "Grrrh.. GRAH. Rrrraagh."
He pretty much ignored the three witnesses, as if they werent even nearby.
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 30, 2016 3:17:26 GMT -5
 As if the shit hadn't hit the fan enough, there was apparently one more clump on the way.
Kevin knew he fucked up the second that his left hand hit air where Belphegor's face was. It was one of those moments where he knew he was about to get hit but didn't have the reflexes or know-how to pull a miracle out of his ass and protect himself. By the time his enemy had gone low, Kevin was just getting a hold of his left arm from the momentum of his own punch. As a result, he ended up wide open to an elbow strike that caught him just under the center of his ribs. He let out almost a squeal on contact, taking a second to lament on how inclined Bel was to keep him from breathing. Kevin could respect it if he didn't feel his life was on the line.
Again, he took a step back, doubled over from the strike but ready to answer any other offense Bel may have followed up with...that is, until a flash of red caught his eye. The mistake was made, Kevin turning his neck to examine what had previously not been there before. The woman at the center of this whole scuffle was now being attacked by someone ELSE, and though Kevin couldn't tell the true extent of what Drez was doing, he could see that the poor woman was getting her neck wrung.
And Kevin got his bell rung, too.
The momentary distraction allowed Bel a free kick with no resistance, his shin digging right in under Kevin's jawline. Catching a hard shot in that area was already lethal as it risked a knockout. Kevin didn't even see it coming, knowing only that one second, he was struggling to get air in his lungs while staring in horror at some other psychopath bent on violence. The next moment, he felt like someone took a bat to the side of his jaw with his head bouncing against the concrete. The sheer fact that he was unprepared took him off of his feet, landing awkwardly on his side. Although Belphegor didn't turn off Kevin's lights, he dimmed them quite a bit. He blinked a few times before going wide-eyed, his body going into a state of emergency as he tried to refocus a very dull pair of eyes and get his body and brain to communicate effectively. If he hadn't already been jumped on, Kevin scrambled to get both of his palms underneath him in an attempt to get back up, stumbling to get some footing and stand up.
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Post by Orion Smith on Apr 6, 2016 18:56:05 GMT -5
Orion had to admit to being slightly impressed at Kanu's durability. He had taken a hit to the nads from solid metal, and had a gaping slash wound on his arm that even now was weeping blood, yet he was still standing and attempting to go after Orion. Sadly for him, however, Orion had never taken his eyes off of him, and had easily danced out of reach towards the alleyway entrance, as Kanu was further down the alley then him, keeping the pipe close to him so as to prevent any grabs from his opponent. Orion was easily faster then the big man, and he was horrifyingly predictable in his movements, which made such a thing a breeze for the blue haired man. He took little notice of the big man with red hair as he rushed past and went after the woman, who was not long for this world quite honestly. And then a familiar sound hit Orion's ears, and he hissed a curse.
Police sirens.
Apparently, someone else that no one had yet to notice had noticed the scuffle, and had called it in. To the proper authorities that could and would subdue the bunch of teens there, and Orion had no inclination to spend time in a jail cell. He raised his voice as he moved farther back to the entrance of the alley, calling out to all of the occupants.
"Time's up for this little scuffle boyos! I don't feel like getting jail-time, regardless of whatever actions I may have taken, and the situation as is, the popo are going to subdue and arrest first, ask questions later. Time for all of us to break this up!"
Orion would wait for a heartbeat for people to notice his words, before high-tailing it, as he had a head-start on everyone in the alley from his end, and like he said, he had better things to do.
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Post by `Alvari on Apr 19, 2016 16:50:08 GMT -5
Well, that's a pissy way to end things. It eventually has to, though.
Kevin's vision was still impaired, a haze of blurred reality mixed with the proverbial seeing of stars. He had enough wherewithal to climb back to his feet and raise up his fists but he knew if Bel or any of the other potential threats decided to go for the kill, Kevin would be fighting wounded until he shook the cobwebs off. A fleeting glance was cast in Orion's direction. Judging by how he looked practically untouched, it seemed that Kanu wasn't doing much better than him. Fuck! The idea of getting murdered in this alleyway trying to save some stranger didn't appeal to Kevin much, no matter how noble it was on paper.
For better or worse, that wouldn't be an option for much longer.
The familiar sound of police sirens didn't even register until Orion brought it to Kevin (and everyone else's) attention. His whole body went tense as what was once insignificant background noise suddenly became one of very few sounds that mattered at the time. And after a few moments..."Man, FUCK!" It didn't give much detail but it perfectly described Kevin's state of mind. There were few things Kevin hated more than the idea of backing down or running away from a fight. Unfortunately, he was faced with that or the all-too-possible trip downtown in the back of that black and white Crown Victorian. On top of all this was the reason that all of this started: the woman off to the side, being maimed by Drez. He couldn't just leave and abandon her to the wolves...and yet he backpedaled a few steps already while he was thinking about it. He already knew what the smart decision was and recognized what would help him the most.
Kevin just hated himself for understanding it.
Bravery, doing the right thing, not wanting to be a coward all served to weigh on Kevin's conscience. Guilt was already setting in and he hadn't even fled yet, but it was plain on his face---the louder and closer the sirens became, the more worry showed in Kevin's face. He couldn't end up in jail again or worse, get shot down. He passed a wild look at all of them, stopping at Belphegor...he turned around and ran.
(Not sure if this even counts for any AH rewards anymore, but figured this deserves to be wrapped up. Sorry for cutting. Lang Lang-chan,'Drez',Orion Smith,)
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