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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 Rire-chan on Mar 18, 2016 7:48:32 GMT -5
DON'T FALL INTO THE GRAVE OF THE FIREFLIES ❝ It will be a foolish thought to assume that the field trip will be anything but disastrous. At 6pm, the students that signed up for the field trip to the country will find themselves roughly heralded into the crimson school bus that awaited them outside the school. They had been told to pack for a camp of three days at the coutry side, but as the bus rattled uncouthly down the pebbled path to the countryside, the rain seemed hell bent on lashing away angrily at the windows.
The bus driver was a short, stocky man with a reddish wart on his nose, coupled with heavily-lidded eyes, pale skin, balding scalp, and an extremely bad temper.
"Hey you, missy!" He barked at Ira. "Don't get yer pretty skirt in a twist now!" He said roughly, while shooting a look of dislike at Jack at his bright hair, along with the hulking Lexington and his quiet aura of power. He never liked youngins and he never shall.
Disregarding the rest completely, he didn't bother to look before he began driving like a maniac on drugs. The bus roared loudly as they sped along the countryside, that were full of fields with flowers, lakes and modest houses. The bus itself was full of seats for groups of four-- one seat per person, and every four seats faced each other. [ link ]
Unfortunately for everyone, they couldn't ignore him. His rough voice competed with the thunder, rain, and he yelled loudly enough to make everyone's eardrums shudder. He refused to answer any questions, and anyone that attempted to approach him was ignored.
"Listen, small fucks." He snarled. 'Yer all listen or you rot and yer pretty little missus get nabbed. This country, dangerous. Yer hear? None likes yer all, not all are accepting either. When we go there, don't talk to anyone but yer tour guides. Don't go out in the fields yerself. And whatever you do--"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP." He roared out of nowhere, even if no one was speaking.
"Whatever you do, even if yer pretty little faces, even if yer missus or one of you sad fucks gets missing, yer don't go into ze forest. Yer don't." He repeated and smashed his fists against the wheel as he swerved out of nowhere.
The bus screeched to a halt in front of a [ house ] adorned with mosses. By then, it was 7pm, and the sky was getting dark.
He proceeded to kick each and every one of them off, with a loud "OUT, FUCKING OUT!"
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Post by Ira Defaire on Mar 18, 2016 8:01:21 GMT -5
SHARP AS STEEL. STOP FOR NO MAN. YOU'D BETTER BEG AND KNEEL. Ira narrowed her eyes and turning around, she stalked to the very end of the bus--as far away as she could possibly get from the vulgar guy. Settling herself at the seat on the very right corner, she stayed quiet and grimaced as he referred to her as a 'missus'. The storm was loud enough for her to remain wary about anything and everything, but the field trip was becoming steadily more suspicious every second she spent in the bus made her more determined to hurl herself out.
Standing up boldly in the middle of the ride, she ripped the window closest to her open and stuck her head out to observe the scenery. She watched the people outside and closed the window a few seconds after, feeling more dissatisfied than ever.
As the bus continued on it's journey, she found herself fidgeting in her seat uncomfortably, and well, maybe.. the poor soul next to her was unfortunate enough that she held on to their sleeve for a good part of the journey. She was wasn't remotely nervous. No, sh was as cool as the camel in the sahara desert. The bus hit a bump once more, and she gritted her teeth.
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Who was she kidding, she was effing terrified.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Mar 18, 2016 9:02:41 GMT -5
Xaier had found himself sitting near Ira, eyes glued toward the windows as music played in his ears. He was not paying attention to the driver at all. The only thing distracting him was that Ira was grabbing onto his sleeve all weird like for most of the bus ride. "You know that is my sleeve, right?"
He would shrug it off. Wasn't that big of a deal. Maybe she was trying to put the moves on him. Maybe this field trip wouldn't end up boring at all! Eventually as they they tore their way down this bumpy ass country road, the driver slammmed the breaks before proceeding to kick them all off the bus. Those emerald huea curiously staring toward the house that came into view. "Is it just me, or does this place creep you out too?"
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Post by Ozzie on Mar 18, 2016 10:45:06 GMT -5
"Never a dull moment with 552, that's for sure."Ozzie spoke to himself quietly, only just loud enough that someone directly next to him may have heard. He sat just behind the driver, back to back in the foursome pod so that he could look out over the rest of the bus. He preferred to keep an eye on people. Read the lay of the land, see who could make a potential target (or was making a target of him). Being so close to the screaming driver wasn't ideal, but the fat bastard's ranting was amusing, in an over-the-top-cliche kind of way. The slim blonde was dressed in jeans, lightweight boots, and a red henley shirt with a military type oilcloth jacket on top to keep out the rain. His gear lay at his feet, coiled tightly together in a secondhand hiking pack: extra clothes, pair of sneakers and flip flops, blanket, some food stuffs like jerky and dried fruit, and a Leatherman Skeletool tucked away behind the waistband of his pants. Prepared, but minimally so for a 3-day jaunt. As the brand new kid in school, Ozzie knew absolutely no one else on the bus. He saw this trip as the chance to learn more about his classmates...on his terms. When the bus finally arrived at the weird looking cottage Ozzie had just enough time to gather his pack before he was booted off. Stumbling into another student - the one that had been seated directly across from him - he brushed off his jacket front and said, "Sorry for the bump, man. Not exactly a great start to the weekend, huh?"
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Post by Antonio Neto on Mar 18, 2016 12:41:13 GMT -5
Anthony spent most of the trip reading fanfics online, he was a great fan of romance. While the driver's endless shouting annoyed him, it wouldn't ruin his weekend completely. Or so he thought. When the bus finally stopped, Anthony got up, bumping in another student, who started to apologize. "Don't worry about it. It's my fault, I should look where I'm going." Anthony said, bowing to his new acquaintance. The boy seem a little smaller than him, 2 inches at best. Anthony wasn't good at reading people, but the boy did look sincere, there was no harm in making a new friend.
"Excuse me, I believe we don't know each other yet. My name is Anthony Zain, but you may call me Tony. It's a pleasure. I'm kind of new at the school, so I don't have a lot of people to talk with. So who ar-" Before the boy could end his five minutes long introduction, the driver started shouting again. "Oh, my, we should go already. See you later!" Anthony ran, trying to flee from the driver's dreadful voice.
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Post by Lexington on Mar 18, 2016 14:01:19 GMT -5
Blue football jersey, blue shorts, black Nike high tops, half of a four foot long California cheese-steak sub on his lap in a bag with napkins and sunglasses equipped with his head slung back, passed out. Lexington was at a party last night, the basketball team won a crucial game and since Lexington was in the off season he decided to party up with them after the team won. As such, he had a killer hangover prior to getting on the bus. The party boy managed to muscle through and eat a foot and a two feet worth of his sub before he wrapped it up and passed out.
Lexington was sitting by himself in the middle of the bus, it wasn't until the bus driver's gravelly and annoying voice finally stared to wake Lexington. He looked out the window and frowned, he was in the woods, but it was about to rain pretty soon by the looks of it. He turned his attention back to his lap and quickly a large smile overtook his face, his sub was still here and he had two feet of meat,bread and veggies left to devour. Without a second thought, Lexington unwrapped his sub and began munching, he stuck his head out into the middle of the aisle and looked forward then back, just to get a look at who entered the bus while he was passed out, he wasn't aware if they made any stops or not. After committing faces to memory, Lexington turned his attention out the window and finished up his sandwich. Quickly cleaning off his hands in the napkins he brought, Lexington loud out a burp and fanned the fumes away from his face, "WHEW, oniony" He said as he chuckled. Soon enough the bus came to a stop and Lexington stood up, reached down and grabbed his knapsack from under his seat. Inside was a flashlight, six-pack of D batteries, a zippo and a Bic lighter, clean boxers, a very small pot, inside the pot were the batteries and boxers to save space and lastly he had a Space Blanket.
Lexington disembarked the bus last and took one large inhale. "AHHHHH GAIA I HAVE RETURNED" The student exclaimed.
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 18, 2016 15:59:31 GMT -5
"Work, work, work, work, work, work~ She say mi haffi work, work, work, work, work, work~ She see me, do mi dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt~"
Music was therapeutic. Music with a correlating video of a girl twerking was even better. Kevin gleefully sang the patois-laced pop song, dancing and gyrating as he looked for a seat...because he temporarily lost track of all the other kids in the bus with him. He found a seat by the first face he knew as familiar and unimposing. "Yo, Anthony. Boa noite." He wasn't exactly sure if he pronounced it right, but Kevin tried as he set his bag in the closest space he could find. He came dressed in a simple gray zip-up hoodie, a black fitted baseball cap with "SF" stitched on in gold, a white tee, black basketball shorts and black Adidas shelltoe sneakers with gold stripes. He did his best to pack light, only bringing changes of underwear, one pair of jeans, a black tee and a pair of black Timberland boots if the terrain called for it. His supplies were little more than the headphones he was using, a charger if he had a chance to recharge his phone's battery, a basic folding blade that he picked up for cheap, along with some sealed sandwiches and snacks.
Aside from any sparse conversation between himself, Anthony or the unfamiliar face sitting across from him that may arise, Kevin kept to himself for most of the trip, his world being encompassed by the shouting of their irate driver (which earned a few "Yeah, fuck you too"s from Kevin under his breath), his music and the landscape that passed by outside. The Bay Area (and California in general) was notorious for fickle weather, but it hardly ever stormed like this. There was some degree of uneasiness about it...but these things always passed, right? The somewhat long ride came to an end and they finally reached their destination---where the fuck were they going, again? Kevin took a long breath, standing to his feet and grabbing his bags, standing off to the side to let Anthony pass him on the way out. He and the other guy sitting in their section bumped into each other upon exiting, which garnered a smirk on Kevin's part. He'd let the other kids pass him to get off the bus, just so he could give some parting words to the driver:
"Y'know, I'd be upset too if I looked like the back of Ben Franklin's asshole but 'chu really gotta lighten up, fam." He exited the bus, caught up with Anthony and awaited what came next.
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Post by Orion Smith on Mar 18, 2016 20:58:52 GMT -5
Orion leaned back in his seat, entirely too calm. Everyone else was excited or nervous or what have you, due to the trip itself or the mad driver's words Orion did not know or care. In front of him sat two bags. The first seemed to be kitted up to hold standard camping gear: tent, sleeping bag, food, clothes, etc. The other... no one was entirely sure. It bulged oddly in some places, pieces of random looking odds and ends sticking out of the top. The most notable features of the bag were the completely flat bottom, suggesting a case of some sort, and the piece of red metal sticking out of the top, looking to belong to a solid bar. Orion wouldn't talk, merely observe, occasionally making some motion of his body to indicate his feelings on a topic if addressed. Finally the bus came to a halt, and Orion would disembark along with the rest at the crazy man's command.
Orion rolled his neck, hefting both of his bags, one on each shoulder.
"Well. Let's get this over with, shall we?"
Why, exactly, did he sign up for this again?
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Post by Shoji Wakeshima on Mar 19, 2016 5:11:45 GMT -5
The Japanese student sat up in the front despite the lack of attractive women, much for the same reasons as Ozzie. Crimson hues took in all of their surroundings, memorizing and reading the faces of all those around him. Despite feeling a strong urge to rip out the throat of the driver and defile his corpse due to his rude and obnoxious mannerisms, Shoji maintained an ever-present smile, eyebrow twitching slightly as the screaming and shitty driving intensified. He would force-feed the bastard his intestines, too!
It was a relief when they reached their destination and Shoji left along with the other students, avoiding the stumbling of his colleagues. Opening an umbrella, he shifted the bag over his shoulders and the young man readjusted his leather jacket before taking in the sight. The house was pleasant-looking enough, although a bit poor for his refine tastes. They clearly didn't know how to upkeep a home. With all of the moss growing on it, there was a good chance of rot in the inside and Shoji pursed his lips. Glancing up, he took note of the storm. It didn't appear that it would end anytime soon, although that hardly concerned him. Their chaotic nature fascinated him.
Drawn towards the closest female to his person, Shoji held the umbrella over Ira and smiled kindly down at her. "Are you alright? There is no need to fret. The trip should be like any other, no?"
Should be. Of course, with 552, you never quite knew what you were getting yourself into, and that was the fun of it. At least for one such as Shoji...
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Post by Lang Lang-chan on Mar 19, 2016 12:37:27 GMT -5
when you start liking pain things start to get interesting For the entirety of the car ride, Belphegor neglected to pay any attention to anyone else besides himself. He brought very little with himself, and while his dark-haired friend Orion brought bags of things he merely had a Swiss army knife in his right hoodie pocket. Clad in his typical garments - a red hoodie, his black jeans, and black combat boots laced quite tightly - the boy sat there, fiddling with the knife in his pocket. He pulled it out as the bus driver began to speak ignoring the man's warnings if only to offer himself a moment of pleasure.
"The opportunities presenting themselves today," he began, pulling out the knife and flipping open one of the blades. He pushed at his bandages and pierced his skin with it, a wide smile forming on his face. "... they are limitless, don't you think?" Turning to face Orion, the blond male's eyes grew wide and he chuckled uncontrollably for a short time.
As everyone else began to make their way off the bus, so too would he, but that blade would not leave his skin just yet - the sensation made him feel alive. As he made his way off the bus, he noticed one of the other boys from the alley, and his previous chuckle turned into a maniacal cackle. This was going to be absolutely wondrous! Hopping off of the bus with glee, the boy's boots would smack into a small puddle that shot muddy water around the area, right next to Kevin.
"How kind the princes are to reunite the two of us," he whispered just loud enough so that Kevin might hear. Then he pocketed the knife and threw his arms wide open, walking happily toward the mossy home.
Was Belphegor completely unaware of what might lay within? Yes and no. He expected something odd in these parts, especially with the warning, and he did not run from it, and he was not indifferent. He was ecstatic. | notes & tags 416words |
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Post by Jack Griffin on Mar 19, 2016 18:27:34 GMT -5
Having sat down somewhere near the middle of the bus, Jack slept through the whole journey, his head leaned against a window as he ignored literally everything, up to and including the bus driver's wild tirades. It would have been nice to try and talk to the others, but bus rides made him tired, and he didn't want to end up accidentally drooling on someone's shoulder.
When he finally woke up, he looked around to realize that the bus had stopped, and that there was nobody left on board except him and a very angry bus driver.
The man was coming at him with a terrifying look on his face, and Jack quickly decided that he needed to get the fuck out before things turned violent. Unfortunately, the driver was standing between Jack and the bus doors. Fortunately, Jack was sitting next to an emergency exit.
Those outside would hear a sudden thud as one of the windows was flung open. An instant later, Jack dove out, luggage and all, landing with a splash and a quick roll before bolting towards the house, an angry roar filling the air behind him. "Shit... you guys might wanna hurry!" he yelled out as he went streaking past the others, putting as much distance as possible between him and the cursed vehicle.
By Jack's standards, this was actually a pretty good start for a field trip.
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Post by Rire-chan on Mar 19, 2016 20:01:20 GMT -5
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Post by Rire-chan on Mar 19, 2016 21:24:32 GMT -5
DON'T FALL INTO THE GRAVE OF THE FIREFLIES ❝ Despite the rough start to the trip, the students will arrive in one piece to their inn, which is a small miracle, considering the precedence set by previous GMs, cannibalistic characters, psychopathic characters, and characters that somehow enjoy licking shoes. The sky darkened into an inky blue, as they would notice a thick, dense forest on their left, right next to the inn. The forest was full of trees that seemed to be swaying gently in the dark, but there was one caveat.
There was no wind.
The night was chilly, but no winds were howling. A small sigh would rise from the trees as their leaves rustled surreptitiously. Somewhere deep in the dark, dark forest someone awaited them--someone beckons them, and it's a feeling that resonated within them eerily. The students would simply feel fearful and drawn to the forest with canopy-like leaves.
Near them, the bushes rustled loudly. The night became colder rapidly and each one of them would be confronted by an irrational bout of fear before the doors of the inn slammed open and warm light streamed on their faces.
The mistress of the inn was an elderly lady with a kind smile, and a face adorned with wrinkles. She stooped over and her white hair fell in loose strands around her face, while her lips remained cracked and cry. Sweeping the students with a swift gaze, she invited them in immediately, tutting over the weather, and offering to fetch more blankets for them as she redirected them into two rooms. Girls to the left room, and guys to the right, she would inform them, while her eyes narrowed slightly at the gender imbalance of the group. However, she did not question as she chained the doors shut, while peeking outside the window cautiously. A young child with bright red hair would peek at them from behind the old woman, before she ran off shyly. She would be introduced as "Red".
"There are wolves in the forest, dears." The old woman smiled at them, unperturbed by her grandchild's shy behavior. 'Don't be wandering out now, and may the lord watch over all of you." She said gently, while presenting them with their rooms. It's a standard japanese-style room--completely threadbare, with a simple coffee table right at the window. [ link ] The shutters between each room remained firmly shut.
Opening the closet door in the guys room, she revealed tatami mats to them, and beamed while she struggled to move them out for the guys to sleep in. Fussing over them immensely, she would move out, clucking her tongue as she promised to bring in a heater so that they wouldn't be cold for the night.
Outside, the guys would hear a soft thump resonate, as though something outside was slamming against the wall.
Thump.
Something was wrong, but they couldn't venture out--the chains on the windows and doors prevent that.
Thump.
It crashed again, this time, very close to the guys' room. It was crashing against the wall of the room next to them--the girls' room. However, the walls looked sturdy; and it didn't shake whatsoever.
Thump.
Within seconds, the lights would flicker off and everyone would be sink into an inky black darkness. All the doors to their room would be chained. All the windows would be chained.
Almost as though they were prisoners awaiting their executions.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
NOTE: Rounds will move ever 24 hours, or 36 hours, depending on if most/everyone posts. If you need an extension, PM me. This will reward base on participation, and the more you participate, the higher the reward. Have fun, and don't hesitate asking me if you have any inquires (be it through the cbox or PMing me)!
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Post by Ira Defaire on Mar 19, 2016 21:39:15 GMT -5
SHARP AS STEEL. STOP FOR NO MAN. YOU'D BETTER BEG AND KNEEL. She knew the trip was a bad idea.
She effing knew it.
She scowled at Xaier and smacked his arm as he commented on her gripping onto his sleeve, but she felt uneasiness clog up her throat and deprived her of the ability to speak. Gripping Shoji's hand, she gave a tight nod as she huddled up next to him. If she was going to be jumped, the people around her was going to get attacked first. As far as Ira was concerned, it's not a bad bargain.
Feeling her fear catch up even more, she gave a nod to Shoji again and a smile that looked more like a muscle spasm before she ran right at the house, hurling herself inside the moment the doors open. Like hell she was going to get caught in the bloody forest, it was trouble, and Ira was avoiding it the best she can.
The problem was that trouble never avoided her.
Nodding as she was assigned an ominous, single room with her as the only boob-wielder, she placed on a calm face and placed her things in her own room while she laid face down on the floor. She didn't even bother to take the tatami mats out, nor her sleeping bag. They made running significantly harder.
Just when she thought the worse was over, a thump startled her as she let out a yelp, and stared at the wall in horror.
Something was outside.
Her first instinct was to scramble away, but, like the idiot she was, she moved towards the wall cautiously and slowly.
Where the fuck are the others.
She hissed mentally as her muscles tensed up. The doors were chained, and as she backed away to touch the chains of the door, her teeth cut into her lip as she yanked the chains lightly to test their endurance.
"I'm too young to die." She verbalized the morbid thought out loud through a series of mutters as she stayed perfectly still, with a stone-like expression on her face.
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Post by Antonio Neto on Mar 19, 2016 22:10:14 GMT -5
[OOC: Stats: STR: 55 DEX: 110 CON: 35 INT: 60 WIS: 40]
Darkness, the one thing Anthony didn't fear, thankfully. From what he could infer, this trip wasn't going to be a pleasant one. The freshman got up and decided to start a speech. "Everyone, let's keep cool, alright? If that sound just now is something to go by, we should remain together. I'm off to talk with the innkeeper, maybe I can do something about the lights. I'll be going after miss Defaire too, somebody up for the adventure?" The black haired boy said, his knowledge of cliche horror movies screaming that the guy who looks out for the girl is the last one to die.
Although he doubted anyone would freak out over something like that, it's good to proceed with caution. The sooner he started trying to act like a leader, the better. Still, there was something off about the inn, and it scared him, it scared him like a little boy afraid of the monster under his bed. He anxiously blinked, waiting for someone to come with him, those chains couldn't be unbreakble. Could they?
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