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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 9, 2015 0:39:51 GMT -5
Austin would be able to pierce the chest of the man who looked like his dead father, and, in doing so, the illusion would break. Upon the man's death, Austin would see that it was no one he knew, and if anything he was likely to be just another person in this hellhole.
To Steven, it would look as though Austin had just stabbed his cousin through the chest and murdered him, and he wouldn't know any better. He fell for the illusion, unlike Austin, and now it was only going to be stronger.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 9, 2015 0:47:46 GMT -5
Steven mind would burn as he saw what happened. Saw the man, that in his recently life had been of those that disgusted him. Kill the only man, the only member of his family that was left who gave a shit enough to go against his father. And Austin had just stabbed through the chest for no reason at all.
Steven's path running would alter and he would charge tackling Austin to the ground, trying to take him from behind. Steven would then try and grab his head and slam his skull or face if he could into the ground of this distracting place. Whatever this damned hell was. Real or not. Austin would pay, and pay dearly.
The entire time that Steven tackled and attack he would be screaming wordlessly at Austin and the word. Anger and fear. Even greater then those during the fight with Macht filled him. A sorrow that must be sated. Steven would once again, try to kill a man. Unable to control his rage.
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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 9, 2015 1:20:37 GMT -5
When the illusion faded, and he stared at the corpse he had just stabbed. He almost gave a sigh of relief. However he heard more footsteps behind him. Unsure of who or what they belonged to, Austin's instinct told him to turn. Pulling his right side back, pivoting on his left foot, Austin swing that metal bar around in attempt.to hit whatever it was.
It was likely Austin wouldn't be able to turn quick enough to face this threat. But he might still be able to clip it with his weapon before he would be caught in his right side by a tackle. It was then that he realized it was Steven.
"Steven!? What the FUCK man! Snap out of it!"
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 9, 2015 12:58:02 GMT -5
Steven would feel the bar impact with his right hand side, as he would tackle them both to the floor. The word Knuckles shouted back would go ignored and he would try and get the weapon off him with one hand while grabbing his hand with the other.
Steven would glance over to the now corpse of his cousin. The facts had not changed in Steven's mind, and that little switch in his head, that normally held him back was flipped. If Steven managed to get the metal bar. He would try and bash his brains out. Knuckles would have to force him to see reason.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 9, 2015 13:41:33 GMT -5
Whatever Steven had seen had him to have hit him heavy, because he had barely reacted.to getting hit by the bar. Austin would swear from his back, resting upon the nasty ass ground. His hand holding the weapon as hard as he could, and pulled it back toward him as Steven tried to pull it from his grasp.
His upper-body would bend in as he tugged hoping to bring Steven's head into striking range as he looked to head-butt him. He wouldn't be able to get enough force behind it, but hopefully distract him long enough to use his free arm to thrust off the ground and tug Steven toward the left, using his grasp on the bar to roll him onto his back.
His right arm would then look to force the bar down against Steven's chest as he tried to mount his waist. Awkward position for a naked man and another man. But you had to do what you had to do. His left fist would look to slam down on Steven's face once before he shouted!
"This isn't the fuckin' time for this! Whatever you saw! IT WAS A FUCKING HALLUCINATION!"
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 9, 2015 13:49:13 GMT -5
With his lack of control on his anger, Steven lacked the normal tactical nature to the way he fought. As well as the ability to really read the threats seen and deal with them. He had been so focused on trying to get the par free and do some damage with it that he would be taken completely by surprise. Knuckles would be able to get on to of he, pinning him and smash him in the face before screaming.
Steven this time would here the words, but even so he would still struggle for a moment. However the remains of the wound his side felt like it was going to tear, and if that happened Steven would probably die this time for real.
"Prove it, what did you see?"
Steven would demand to know, halting his struggles for a moment. So that the other man could explain. However if Steven didn't believe Austin, he would return to fighting and trying to kill him once more.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 9, 2015 15:16:55 GMT -5
"Because.. Damn it, I just saw my dad.. My DEAD father.. He died years ago! Do I have to keep hitting you to wake you the hell up!?"
Austin had been fighting against Steven and remained applying pressure as Steven relaxed, just in case. Austin's left arm would have been pulled back after the first punch and i to the ready position to deliver another if he needed to. He didn't care for Steven, but this wasn't the time for petty grudges. But if he had to pound him into submission, he would.
"Think man! T-They drugged us or something.. Shit- I don't know!"
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 9, 2015 15:28:57 GMT -5
At Knuckles explanation the switch in his head would turn off once more, and his mind would final be in a state of mind to put things together. The syringes, damn it was so obvious..yes they must have been drugged. It would explain the events before being taken, but then again how did they drug them the first time. He certainly hadn't been stuck with any syringe.
"Fine fine. Get off me."
Steven would say pushing at the bar pinning him down. If Austin let him up Steven would stand. Then he would walk over towards that stuff he had dropped when he had charged. Steven would pick them up. The key, syringe and pen-like object. Now with all the light they had Steven would be able to see what it was better. Maybe he should have tried earlier but he had not.
"Look for a way out."
Steven would say, before turning and heading to the shelf he had seen earlier to see what was on it. God he wish for some clue where they were, a map, a not or anything.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 9, 2015 16:11:32 GMT -5
As Steven calmed down and spoke, Austin would cautiously get off.him and step back, still grasping the metal bar tightly. If he was still all out of whack, he was going to whack him back into reality. But Stood and spoke again, tell him to look for a way out. Austin would brush him off as he turned to look at the body on the ground.
"I might have listened a couple times.. But don't keep tryin' to boss me around."
Knuckles would crouch down near the body regretfully begin to take it's pants off. He needed to put something on. He felt so damn naked...Because he was. After he got the pants on and examined the body one last time,those hazel eyes would search the walls or ceiling for any way out.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 9, 2015 20:20:19 GMT -5
Steven would see nothing but mangled body parts and strange bugs all across the shelves. No notes were kept, just more of those syringes with the strange language on them. He would get an idea of what was going on here, maybe, but he would be no closer to getting out of here. The pen, upon closer observation, was no pen. It looked like a blade, or a key, of some sort. But to what, the two would have no idea.
Austin would see a closed iron door at one end of the room. He would also notice footsteps in blood, heading toward the mirrors.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 9, 2015 20:48:49 GMT -5
Steven would drop the knife like key, or key like knife to the floor and leave it there. He couldn't bring himself to carry it around. However he knew that there must be some reason for it and it's strange design.
"Alright, no orders. Can you carry this around, please."
He kicked the knife across the floor over to Austin.
"I can't."
Steven would rearrange the syringe in his hand, and then discover the fact the selves were full of gore and nothing else of not. As such Steven would walk over to Austin, if he had moved and left the knife. Steven would kick it his way once more, if not he would just follow. The normal key and syringe the only thing he carried now.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 9, 2015 21:39:16 GMT -5
"Afraid of knives or something? Tch.."
Austin figured he would never understand this other kid. They were practically polar opposites. When Steven kicked the knife to Knuckles, he crouched down to pick it up, before tucking it into the waistband of his raggity pants. Austin would stand, glancing toward the large metal door. Logic told him that was probably the way out. But the bloody footsteps he saw intrigued him a bit more.
"So, Ahh.. What did you see man? Why did you freak like that?"
He would begin to move as he spoke. He figured a little small talk would help ease nerves, at least a tiny bit right? He was trying to keep himself from focusing on all the horrible crap surrounding him at the moment. He would follow the foot prints until he reached the mirror. He would stare at it for a moment before he reached out to touch it.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 9, 2015 21:53:45 GMT -5
Upon touching the glass, Austin would find that it wasn't very firm. If he pushed, it would bend a little, but there seemed to be some sort of wall behind it. At the center of the mirror, they would see a strange hole.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 9, 2015 22:04:00 GMT -5
Steven was not going to reveal his fear of knives to someone who he felt like would exploit that fact in the future. He would just ignore the question as Austin picked up the knife. It was at the point Steven would notice the footstep going for the mirrors and Austin following them, to investigate.
Steven himself would move up to the mirror as well now, and stare at it. As Austin touched it. If he felt the hollow feeling as well, Steven would put his ear up to the thing and listen out. He couldn't tell due to the amount of light on this side of the room, but if was hollow behind then it could be a two way mirror.
"My cousin."
Steven would reply to Austin second question simply.
"Ready for anything right?"
Steven would ask, they had already seen enough that this felt like some bad dream, or horror movie.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 9, 2015 22:56:07 GMT -5
"Hell no I'm not ready.. But do I have a choice?"
Austin would knock on the mirror again, before placing his eyes to the hole he saw in the middle of it, swearing under his breath just at the thought of what could pop out next to leave a stain in his pants. If nothing happened, he would try to see if he could use the weird knife he had gotten from Steven to insert it.
If nothing, Austin would just resort to brute strength. Taking a step backwards, he would wave Steven away from the mirror before he wound up with that metal bar to swing and try to smash it, turning his face to avoid getting glass in his eyes.
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