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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 Markus Eckhardt on Feb 8, 2015 16:36:17 GMT -5
Austin's hand would be unable to feel anything when he extended it. He would just notice the next room was considerably more humid. If he was going to feel anything, he'd have to walk in. If only they had a light source.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 8, 2015 18:05:07 GMT -5
Steven knew they needed light, the flicking behind them did not go far enough. It however would give Steven I idea. They didn't have light it would be up to him to make some. Steven going to extreme pains to do so would jump at the light. Grab at the fixture and rip it down from the ceiling.
Things would obviously go dark in this room as well, but there was no point worrying about that. Forward was what mattered. Steven would tear a capable of the fixture pulled out the wall and use it to creat sparks. Sparks that he would use to light the balled ended of the cloth rope on fire. Which he would then drag toward the door instead of over his shoulder. It would burn fast compared to a properly created touch but it should have had a couple hours of light from, amount to burn alone.
Steven would lead the way into the door with the improvised light source.
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I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction. I'm right where I should be. Don't try and fix me..
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 8, 2015 19:07:03 GMT -5
Knuckles would still be at the ready, hoping that if Steven managed to light up the shreds of his clothe that it would help his vision at least. He would stay still, on guard as Steven made his preparations.
There were many things going through his head. He had already felt exhausted when he woke up and he wasn't feeling any better now. He just hoped that his will to survive was stronger than his body currently was.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 8, 2015 19:17:09 GMT -5
Because of how humid the area was, the fire was not as effective as it could have been. The two would be able to see at least a couple feet around them. The floor was also stained in blood, and it seemed to look there were footprints tracked in them. To their left Steven could make out the shape of some shelves. To the right, he would see what looked like something hanging from a ceiling, and a bedframe. Austin would at least be able to see kind of clearly in the small firelit area, but he wouldn't see the shapes Steven did.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 8, 2015 19:26:36 GMT -5
While the shelf could have something useful on it. The shape hanging from the ceiling and the bed frame where more important. The unknown shape need to be discovered. Only two possiblity coming to mind right now. One was a cage that hung from the roof, like a dungeon, and the other was a hung crospe. This was some serious horror shit.
"Eye up and alert."
Steven would order taking the lead, he would read the syringe in his hand. As he move towards the shapes. He would be focusing on the bed, while he hoped Austin had his back if the hanging object wasn't one he expected.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 8, 2015 19:58:39 GMT -5
Austin's breaths were getting heavier in anticipation for what might come. He still couldn't see everything like he would like so his paranoia was growing. Steven's words didn't help either, because he grew a little bit more anxious. If Steven moved the wrong way he might strike out with the bar in his direction by accident.
He would try to be careful though. He needed Steven still, even if he didn't really want to admit. Naked and aware, Austin would keep his head on a swivel as he stayed close enough to Steven as he inspected their dark surroundings. He felt like he was trapped in a strange, dark nightmare. He couldn't shake the uneasy feelings that washed over him.
"Find anything useful, Man? I'm really not feelin' this place."
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 8, 2015 20:17:09 GMT -5
The bed, Steven would find, had sheets caked in dried blood, like almost everything else in here. Next to it was a stand, with old scalpels and rusty syringes that had the same text as the one he'd found in the room. With as dim as his makeshift torch was, Steven wouldn't be able to see exactly what the hanging object was, but he could vaguely make out the form of someone's legs.
Austin would feel something running along his left leg, up his back.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 8, 2015 21:02:11 GMT -5
Steven would consider grabbing the sheet, however the amout of blood was too much for him to consider it at least for himself. Steven would grab the sheet and turn holding out to Austin.
"Cover up. We could be here awhile."
Steven would turn back even if Austin didn't take the sheets. The syringe would be checked and then ignored as the same. The scalpel would however be tossed into the far corner of the room. Somewhere anyone else but them would know. Steven would not have either of them using them, he would keep the syringe instead.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 8, 2015 21:13:43 GMT -5
Austin jump a little at feeling something near his backside. His left arm flailed backwards out of instinct and reaction to having the shit scared out of him. His left swung towards his backside to try and knock whatever it was away before turning to face that direction and swing downward with the metal pipe. He had completely ignored Stevens request to cover up.
"S-Somethin' just fuckin' touched me!"
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 8, 2015 21:19:38 GMT -5
Steven would find, when he threw the scalpel, that there would be no sound of it hitting anything. From that, he could gauge that it didn't hit a wall, the floor, or any objects in the area. His light was getting dimmer.
Austin would swat whatever it was that was on him away, it seemed, but he wouldn't be able to see what it was.
The two would begin to hear footsteps that belong to neither of them.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 8, 2015 21:38:45 GMT -5
Not again...There was feeling of dread, at every small detail seemingly jumping to make a certain point made. The scalpels making no noise as if stopped in the air or the sound swallowed. Austin being touched but not seeing what it was. Factoring in the fact his fire was going out, when it should have held. It was like the darkness was closing around. Then there were foot steps.
"What do you want from us?"
Steven would ask. However Steven didn't care about the answer. If a voice did do so, and Steven felt like he could reach it quickly. Steven would jump into the darkness, dragging what remained of the light with and stab out with the point of the needle, at whatever he saw there. Talking with what he expected was 'Death' again was not smart.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 8, 2015 22:11:19 GMT -5
Austin could heard the footsteps as well, however he chose to remain silent and wait patiently with both hands grasping the metal bar from the cage. Those hazel hues would do his best to keep Steven in his sight as the boy leaped in the direction of the noises.
Austin would step toward him, however approaching at a slower pace as he looked to try and find and opening after Steven attempted to approach it head. If he could see something and attack, he would give a mighty heavy with his make shift weapon.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 8, 2015 22:49:50 GMT -5
Static could be heard in the room, before a loud bang, and suddenly, the lights came on. It would blind Austin and Steven, but once their sight returned, they would see where the footsteps came from. A man with his eyes gouged out was walking into the room. He wore the same pants they were given when they woke up. All over his body were bugs that leeched onto his skin, but what they were doing was unclear. What was more strange than that, however, was who the man would look like to the two.
Austin would see the likeness of his dead father. It would even seem as though he was trying to mumble Austin's name. Steven would see the likeness of his cousin, James.
The room itself was rather large, with many hanging corpses and bloodied beds. The shelves along the walls held various body parts that were mangled in some way, with these bugs all sitting inside of them. The bloodied footprints they saw earlier led to a nearby iron door, similar to the last. All along the wall opposite the door they'd exited a moment ago, were mirrors, and in them, the two would see dying versions of themselves.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 8, 2015 23:58:09 GMT -5
-Bzzt-
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The sound of electricity cracking and a bright flash of light. Austin's eyes felt almost as if they had burned when it happened. They would close tightly for a moment before rapidly flickering open to try and adjust to the lighting. Each flash of his vision returning almost made him wish he couldn't see. The macabre scene before him was unlike anything Austin had ever seen before.
"J-Jesus-"
W-What the hell!? Where the fuck did I land myself!?
The hanging bodies and excessive blood was enough to make anyone cringe. Austin had seen a few dead bodies, even killed someone himself. But never had he witnessed anything like this. His head was spinning. Everywhere he looked on the walls, he could see himself dying in various gruesome ways.
It was like his own personal hell. He didn't even realize Steven was still there. Those hazel hues would settle upon a figure ahead of him. Eyes widening as his jaw dropped open, his hand barely managing to keep hold of the metal bar as he stood there, stark naked staring at his dead father.
"D-dad!? You.. You're dead! This can't fuckin' be happening!"
This.. This isn't real.. There is no way.. No fuckin' way..
Austin's body visibly shaking, he would stare toward his memory reborn. This couldn't be real. That was all that kept repeating in his head. Gripping that rusty metal bar tighter he would step toward the figure of his father, gritting his teeth. Just outside of range he would quick-step in and attempt to thrust the bar right into the chest of whatever the hell it was. There was no way it could be his real father.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 9, 2015 0:17:48 GMT -5
Steven would close his eyes from the sudden bright light and then open them quickly forcing himself to do so even though they would sting like hell at being forced to. The sight that great Steven his mind taking in fact, after fact of what this place way.
The blood and gore was obvious, evident across the room. The sight in the distance in the mirror, unclear even to Steven due to the sudden change in light. However their was something even more obvious in the room that demanded all of Steven attention.
"JAMES!!!"
It was enough to make Steven stop thinking and dropping the items he had before running to his 'Cousin's side. Shouting as he did so, not evening hearing knuckles own words and figuring out something was extremely wrong.
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