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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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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO. |
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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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The New Bounce (Ira, Open)
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 30, 2016 1:30:20 GMT -5
Idle hands (and feet) were the Devil's Playground.
Kevin was antsy after class and knew just how to scratch his itch before he went and did something stupid like set a dumpster on fire or graffiti the school. He made a short detour to his dorm room to drop off his bags in exchange for the only utensil he needed at the moment---a portable speaker system and a cheap pair of performance gloves. Keeping on his white tee from the day, Kevin changed into a pair of bright red sweats and kept on a pair of white shell-toed sneakers. After changing, Kevin made his way to the courtyard. He set up shop by a fountain near the center, set out the mobile sound system and played his music, making sure to crank it up as high as possible.
Kevin began with some simple footwork, doing a few two-steps and occasionally clapping to the beat. At times, Kevin threw in a crossing of the legs to spin around before skipping into a new slew of steps, kicks and hops. If his feet were words, his arms were punctuations, bouncing and crossing with his moves without overtaking everything else. That was the story of him dancing---people took notice, but none stopped long enough to make a crowd. Fine by him, in his eyes. If he had people coming around like he was fucking Crazy Legs...it would have made him feel weird. Still, he didn't mind some amount of attention...
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Post by Ira Defaire on Apr 1, 2016 9:38:40 GMT -5
 | i've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar Ira was asleep, curled up peacefully among the grass before noise made her look up rather groggily. Rolling to her side, her knee dug against the ground and gently heaved her upwards, along with her fingers that pressed the grass down in attempt to support her weight. She remained in that position for a while. She was trying to gather her thoughts so that she could fully understand what she was doing to begin with.Music entered her ears involuntarily and her eyes flicked about in attempt to locate the source. Watching Kevin patiently, she pushed herself to a sitting position and gradually stood, before walking towards him. "I guess we are in San-Frandisco now," She commented, her eyes dancing with mischief as she watched the youth before her dance. - - -
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Sorry for the late reply! | i never lit a match with intent to start a fire |
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Post by `Alvari on Apr 4, 2016 2:05:09 GMT -5
Breaking character in 3...2...
It was around the time that Ira woke up when Kevin really started to feel the beat. It reflected in his movements, too. Everything became more elaborate, more purposeful, more excited to do this. He began to lose focus of everything around him, those passing by or looking at him becoming a blur in the back of his mind. All Kevin was truly in tune with was the music and his body to match the beat. He even dropped down for the classic breakdancing 6-step, his hands supporting his weight as his feet continued to diddle and tap against the ground. Ira's statement cut Kevin short, just as he was about to start doing spins and opening up some more dramatic maneuvers. Kevin paused on one hand and the tips of both his toes as he looked up to the Pillar. "Hah! Y'know, I ain't even mad at that one, that's actually kinda---"
Returning to character in 3...2...
Kevin suddenly stopped talking and what was once a face full of elation melted away to an expression of real and recognizable fear. Instead of dancing, there was now a sudden urge to get as far the fuck away from Ira as possible. Nothing against Ira at all, just...well, it's been established that Kevin has issues. "W-W-W-WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOIN' HERE!?" Long arms and legs skittered away from Ira as he went on all fours, knocking over the portable stereo in the process. Kevin stopped a good 12 feet away as he landed on his backside, though his palms & heels remained poised to move again if she got any closer.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 1:10:09 GMT -5
Mizi would enter the area in which she would discover a boy sitting on his backside and a girl standing over him, Mizi approached the couple and came up behind the girl putting her head on her shoulder, "So, how's it goin?" after Mizi would step back and chuckle.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Apr 6, 2016 8:17:06 GMT -5
 | i've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar Staring incomprehensibly at Kevin, Ira blinked. Stunned, she remained that way for a second or two when Kevin skittered away like a nervous colt, and Mizi placed her head on Ira's shoulders. She didn't quite know what was going on, until it hit her like a nasty bout of flu she received during the summer. "Oh, you are the guy that broke the pillar office door." Ira verbalized her thoughts as she continued staring at Kevin, evidently confused by his odd behavior. No matter--someone else came up to them, and Ira responded affably, by dimpling sweetly at Mizi. Don't be fooled, she's a vicious little thing."What's your problem?" She frowned at Kevin, unaware that her previous savage behavior probably didn't aid his fear of woman, scary little girls, or thunderstorms. Yes, she made the last one up. | i never lit a match with intent to start a fire |
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Post by `Alvari on Apr 11, 2016 11:35:04 GMT -5
Kevin remained in his position, oggling Ira like a dog that just saw its owner pull out a water hose. It was tragic, really---Ira didn't even intimidate Kevin due to her status. Sure, he considered how strong she was to be a Pillar, but it didn't have much bearing on his reaction to her. A loud gulp was heard from him before Mizoru approached and gave Kevin something else to focus on...which incited a look of confusion. One eyebrow cocked as his lips parted. "...? Just chillin', I guess?" He blinked a few times and decided to rest, folding his legs and sitting down Indian style.
After taking a deep breath, Kevin finally asked Ira's question. "I mean...I just like, y'know, I just got surprised. Yeah, d-didn't see ya there." That was his lie and he was sticking to it. To him, he'd rather have her think he was skittish in general than say he was intimidated by the opposite sex. "S-so, what'chu doin' out here? What, is it some hipster P-pillar thing to sleep outside?"
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Post by Ira Defaire on Apr 15, 2016 6:30:09 GMT -5
FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER ❝ Watching Kevin react almost comically to her, Ira allowed herself a tiny smirk before she responded to his inquiry. He was indubitably frightened, and she didn't know why, but it was funny while it lasted.
"No, I'm skipping classes." She waved her hand dismissively, indifferent to the fact that she probably should act as though she was simply exhausted from patrolling the school. The people were rather gung ho about the notion of protection from the pillars, and frankly speaking, Ira couldn't blame them, especially not after the district.
Cocking an eyebrow at Kevin, Ira noted his radio, and she did not make any more attempts to approach him. She knew better this time, and she planned to save the intimidation...thing for much later. If he ever became a nuisance.
However, Kevin wasn't a nuisance, and she didn't have any reason to denounce being nice to him. Responding civilly seemed to be the best way to go about things, but Ira was feeling somewhat flamboyant.
"There are so many hipster things to do..." She mentioned, struggling to think of something that's remotely hipster. However, the only image that came to her mind was a pair of hips clothed by heavy Indian sari, and Ira had absolutely no inkling of why she would think of that.
After all, it was technically rather... hippy. AND I'M EVERY ONE OF THEM. |
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Post by `Alvari on Apr 19, 2016 1:43:31 GMT -5
"The point's to avoid doin' shit like that, it's fuckboy behavior."
Kevin's ability to deem whatever came to mind first as the best choice of words...it was one of very few mental processes that could override his crippling ineptitude at dealing with women. That one sentence had all of Kevin behind it without any phobia or awkwardness to inhibit it. Unfortunately, that all kicked in right after the words left his mouth. Just as soon as he could develop a sireness in himself, it eroded all over again and Kevin reverted to a shaking, stammering mess.
"Agh! Uhm...unless you just, y-y'know you-uhh, ya like th-th-th-that sorta thing!" The words spilled clumsily from Kevin's lips as his nerves took over. He couldn't even look Ira in the eyes...he felt ashamed that he couldn't hold himself together in front of the Pillar and it only served to drive himself even deeper into his self-doubt. He opened his mouth to say something but closed them, choosing to find a tuft of grass to look at. Kevin sat there, visibly disturbed and disappointed.
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