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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 10, 2015 2:16:29 GMT -5
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 10, 2015 2:23:10 GMT -5
When Austin made his jump for it, he would land on top of a body. He would be safe, but there was no way that would be comfortable. At least for now, with a path to follow, he would be in the clear.
Leon would have rolled the limb and left a path up until the last five yards. The limb rolled over a trap tile, which caused guillotines to pop down from the ceiling, every three feet from the trap tile to the door on the other side. Leon had the dexterity to make it through, but the others, there was no way of knowing.
Ashley was too scared to keep going! She would need positive reinforcement, or to be left behind.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 10, 2015 2:36:58 GMT -5
Catching Austin, Steven would make sure Austin was steady before stepping to follow the path of blood and come up behind Ashley. Making sure that he was loud enough that she would turn to look at him, and not be scared when Steven took her hand.
"Hun it will be okay trust me. I'll get you out of this, even if I get hurt doing it. The guy back there could tell you that I'm you every day goody goody white knight. So trust me."
Steven would try and get Ashley to calm down, joking with her a little to try and lift her mood so that she would trust him with what he was about to do. Steven would then move to pick her up. It was tough, if it wasn't for the fact he had seemingly been given some sort of first aid there was no way he would consider this. Even if his side came open he would her to Leon.
Steven would pick her up, like a wife ready to be carried through the threshold of a new home after the wedding. The plan was, push himself in every single way to move through that last yards. No matter the pain, no made if his side split. He would try and get to the other side, and if he found that he couldn't make it without them being hit. He knew the fact that she was carried out in front, would mean she wouldn't likely be the one hit, and if he was close enough. He would throw her to Leon and safety, without care of his own.
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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 10, 2015 2:46:02 GMT -5
"Jeez Aren't you a fuckin' ladies man."
Austin would snort after he spoke. He couldn't help it. Here Austin was trying to survive and here Steven was trying to butter this chick up before he saved her life. Taking a few deep breaths, Austin would try to get the timing down on the swinging guillotine. Swearing under his breath for the millionth time this day, the young outlaw would take his chances.
Fuck..Fuck..Fuck......Fuuuck
Running forward, Austin would try to keep himself on the trailing, dashing and halting when he needed to, until he could reach the other side. After he got past the first couple, he would dive for the doorway and hope he was still all together.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 10, 2015 2:51:35 GMT -5
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 10, 2015 3:13:05 GMT -5
Steven and Austin would be able to make it through the guillotines, but not unharmed. A couple of times, they would both experience sharp cuts across their backs as the guillotines swooped down on them. Leon would have found the regular key had worked on this door, and got it open just in time for them all to make it through to the next room. The room they entered next would be very different from the past two, with very little gore. There would be large monitors on the far wall, showing live recordings from this facility, as well as three others. They would be able to see themselves, a man and a woman hanging from a ceiling in a dark room, two young people trapped in a chamber filled with water, and two men in a completely white room, eyeing a trap door. In front of all of these monitors stood a man in a labcoat. The group would be able to make out no details on his face, as his back faced them, and before he turned around, he would put on a mask. "Welcome. I'm pleased to see so many of you have made it this far." The man's voice was deep. "You had your chance to escape, and yet you opted to save the lives of these two... interesting." As he spoke, the doors would shut behind the four, and a dark mist would begin to spray from the ventilation shafts along the roof. "Unfortunately for you, this means your tests must continue. Tell me, have you ever experienced true fear?"
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 10, 2015 3:34:00 GMT -5
Steven would push off through the pain that came from the trap getting him in the back a bit and rush through the door still carrying Ashley as he did so. Looking up at the room he entered Steven would see the man and the monitors. Steven's eyes would look over everything that he could see in the room and monitor. Adrenaline pumping through his system his brain was operating on over time. He would see some that he knew on the monitors. Santana was the easiest to pick out being in the bright room, but he didn't know the other man with him. He would also pick out the Hollows in danger of this place as well. As for the last he didn't know them, and couldn't make them out clearly anyway.
As the man masked up and turned talking to them, Steven would put Ashley down on her feet. Through the pain he would take a few steps forward, putting himself the furthest into the room. Then he would reply to the guy in a shouting voice.
"Yes and this ain't it buddy. The guy I was fighting before your boy took me. He was scarring me more. You could pick up a Knife and come at me and get a better reaction then this god damn place. But I am so not scared of you and your shit now. That well if you tried, I'd probably just laugh."
Steven was trying to take the attention of the man as much as he could. Hoping that the others would realise and be ready to fight if it came to it. He would continue you.
"So you are gonna get this little game over, and let us out of here. I don't know what you gotta do to get your rocks off, but you gonna do as I say or I'm gonna tear your rocks off honey. Then throw you in some dank ass cage and let you rot like a maggot."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 10, 2015 11:12:59 GMT -5
They had made it through, but he could feel the flow of warm liquid down his back. They had made it into another room though. But compared to the last two it was out of place. Four large monitors could be seen around the walls and a man in a white lab-coat. Before they could see his face the man donned a mask of sorts. And he turned to speak to them. Steven chose to spit words back at the man.
"You need to work on that banter.."
He leaned in close to Steven from behind and nudged his elbow briefly before he had whispered those words to him and then began to circle toward his right to try and work at flanking the dude in front of them. Those hazel hues casting the occasional glance about to see if there could be anything useful. A hissing sound signified that something might be spraying into the room.
He would stop at the masked man's left side, about a two yards away before he bent low and tore at some material of his pant leg. Afterwards Austin would lift the material up and wrap it around his mouth in hopes that he could shield himself from any kind of gas. Afterwords he would speak himself.
"I could care less about bein' the damn hero here. I just want to know what the fuck you did to me.."
Austin would be prepared for a physical altercation if it came to that. Steven wanted to be a good guy, whatever. Austin just wanted the truth. This place had been a mind-fuck thus far. And for some reason he was getting the feeling that it could get much worse, soon. Metal bar at the ready, Austin waited for the right moment.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 10, 2015 13:04:36 GMT -5
As Steven would begin to shout, the man simply shook his head, holding up a hand. Clearly, he was not impressed with Steven's display of masculinity, and he would not indulge him by responding. Austin, however - Austin continued to catch his attention, even now. "I wouldn't bother with the mask, Mr. Huntsman. It's too late for the four of you, much too late." Underneath his mask, the man would be smiling. "What I've done is make you all stronger. What you do with that strength, that's what I've tested. It seems, despite all your limits, you continue to push through adversity, which is intriguing, to say the least." The man would walk back to the monitors, opening some sort of container. During his speech, he would adorn two gloves, one equipped with syringes along the fingertips that were filled with a strange liquid. Ashley continued to hide behind Steven, while Leon did the same as Austin, flanking the man, but on the opposite side. "Look, buddy, it's four against one. You wanna drop the act and let us go, or are we gonna have to kill you?"A soft chuckle could be heard, before the man turned around once again to face the group. "You're all welcome to try."
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 10, 2015 15:10:02 GMT -5
Well that could have gone better. He was hoping that the guy would be distracted long enough by him shouting for the other two flank him better. Even so it seemed the even cutting him allowed them to get there. However as he spoke and turn back to the monitor to go amd get the glove he would were Steven would let him.
It was smart to assume that he was going for a weapon and Steven had no intention of letting him. Steven would charge the first few steps before jumping into the air swing both of his legs up. He would aim for each foot to slam into the back of the man's knees in hope to use his weight to bring him down. Landing on the ground Steven would then role to the side and then backwards out of range. Leaving himself in a crouch like a sprinters on the blocks head up to see the man.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 10, 2015 15:45:44 GMT -5
Austin heard Steven's movement, and glanced toward him to see him go for an attack as the masked man reached for something in a box. He would wait to react to see what happened.
If Steven did manage to drop-kick the mad scientist's knees and drop him to the ground, Austin would react simply by stepping forward and swinging that metal bar down to try and smash his ankle while he lay upon the ground.
If not, he would simply wait to see what happened.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 10, 2015 16:10:23 GMT -5
Steven would find that running at the speed he did would have a terrible effect on his wound, and it would begin to open. As he went for his attack, the masked man simply stepped to the side, allowing Steven to crash into the desk. With one swift movement, the man would backhand Steven and send him sliding across the floor. His gloves would once again be fitted, this time unhindered.
The mist was taking its toll, and the man's mask was begin to take on a deformed shape. The room would suddenly seem much larger, the distance between them and the man only growing. The man himself would also appear to be growing.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 10, 2015 16:18:45 GMT -5
Steven would feel the pain in his side and clutch it, cursing the timing in his head. Causing the guy to easily get aside and then backhand him away. Steven would roll and force himself to stand once more in pain. Steven would move around the room, to once again put himself between the man and Ashley. Steven could start to feel perception changing. The mist filling the room must have been some sort of drug.
Steven would take one last final gulp of air before holding his breath. One last final intake of the mist around him. Hoping that it was in time. Steven would also close his eyes, he knew what he saw may not be true. Also the eyes were actually any amazing way for drugs to get into a person's system.
Unbreathing, and unmoving, eyes closed. Steven would rely on his ears. To either heard the masked man himself, or one of the other shout a warning.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 10, 2015 16:33:20 GMT -5
Austin wasn't too far from the man, but it seemed his idea for a mask had came too late. The distance between him and this crazy asshole seemed to grow, along with his body himself. He knew what he was seeing would be fake, but that wouldn't take much a way from the experience. If anything, he would just be a little calmer and cautious in what he chose to do.
He would slowly begin to move toward the psycho docter, weapon at the ready as he approached. If he even managed to get close to him, he would swing his weapon low, aimed to try and smash whatever was in his right hand.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Feb 10, 2015 17:20:22 GMT -5
Steven's attempt at keeping the mist out of his system would fail, as it would get in through his ears, his nostrils, his pores. He would see terrible visions of his father murdering his cousin when his eyes shut. There was no escape from ctpax.
Austin would find the metal bar grasped tightly by the large man when he went to swing it, and in a quick swing, the man would stick him in the ribs with the syringe gloves he equipped but a moment ago. Four vials of a mysterious liquid would be pumped into Austin's body, and he would immediately begin to feel as though his insides were on fire. The visions would become terrifying, and he would see more of his dead father, only worse. Everything he feared would come to life then and there, and the large, demon-like creature from the train was now what stood before him.
Ashley was stricken with visions so terrifying she was debilitated. The girl fell to the floor, eyes wide, saliva running down her lips. It seemed the shock had stopped her heart. Leon, on the other hand, fought through the illusions and charged the man who was experimenting on them. He ripped the rusted bar from Austin's hands and impaled Leon through the chest with it.
It was only Steven and Austin left, and neither was in the proper state of mind to keep fighting like this.
"Ви будете знати, страх." (You will know fear.)
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