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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.
Full Story Here.
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Good Evening, And Goodnight (Drez)
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Our phones fall, we panic. Our friends fall, we laugh.
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Post by Elliot Aveiro on Mar 30, 2016 19:32:10 GMT -5
 I WASTED MY TIME 'TIL TIME WASTED ME “Hey Ellie, can you get my graffiti equipment for me? I’m really busy and won’t be able to go back for it for a few days.”
The dark skinned woman stood outside a grocery store with her phone to ear. All she wanted was to go to the store and buy a monster drink, but bad luck case number one—she forgot her wallet. Bad luck case number two—Roy called her and asked her to clean up after him.
“Don’t call me Ellie.”
“C’mon! You owe me after how often I’ve been having to drive you around.”
“Ugh... alright,” Elliot sighed, “Where’s the stuff?”
“It’s in the alley around the corner from the coffee shop down the street from your flat.”
“You’re asking me to go into an alley in the evening to get your fuck'n graffiti gear! You’ve gotta be kidding me!”
“No, I’m serious! C’mon Ellie—I mean Elliot!”
“I’m gonna kick your ass after this.”
With that, the young Brazilian woman pocketed her phone. Taking off her hoodie and tying it around her waist, she made her way to the location specified by her ‘friend’. They were more like constant inconveniences to each other. It was kind of fun to hang around him sometimes… she’d probably never admit that though.
Elliot passed the coffee shop and peered around the corner into the side street. Mostly empty except for some trash, a dumpster and a black duffel bag. Probably Roy’s gear. Glancing over her shoulder, she made her way inside.
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Post by 'Drez' on Mar 30, 2016 19:53:21 GMT -5
The dark of night had always been his playground and this night was no different than the others. He had found a cozy little alley to hold up in, with his newest 'victim' dangling in his left hand. He was completely oblivious to the girl that had entered the mouth of the alleyway. Instead those creepy violet huea stared at this black duffle bag seemingly left for him to hide his 'treasure' in. He would have dropped into a crouch, unzipped the bag before she would notice him put something inside the bag. (A DEAD CAT) The dimly lit alley would help to keep his prize, a surprise from the onlooking female.
After he had finished, he would let out a small, low chuckle before straightening up and turning toward the entrance of the alley way. At which point he would halt his forward movement, staring toward the girl. His visible right eye would widen slightly. Before he woulf slowly begin to stomp his way toward her. A sick grin contorting hia face as a rough, creepy sounding laugh escaped his lips, by what sounded like a word. His damaged vocals wouldn't make it easy for her to understand, but he doubted she wouldn't understand the situation now. They always knew what to expect when he caught people in an alleyway. "Geh.. heheh.. Haha.. HaaaaAhahah.. ...Pretty.. Face.."
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Post by Elliot Aveiro on Mar 30, 2016 20:08:53 GMT -5
I WASTED MY TIME 'TIL TIME WASTED ME Elliot had only made it a few steps into the alleyway before she realized the place wasn’t actually as vacant as she thought it was. It was difficult to see very far into the place while standing at the opening, but more came into view from where she currently was. Her bright blue eyes would narrow in confusion as she watched the outline of a man crouching near the duffle bag. Was he messing with Roy’s stuff?
Next thing she knew the guy was heading towards her. He moved slowly, but it he still managed to seem threatening. A raspy couch sounded through the side street, and Elliot was pretty sure the guy was smiling now. The young woman took a few steps back and felt her muscles tense. Pretty face? This dude obviously wasn’t right in the brain.
“Hey asshole, what were you doing with my friend’s stuff?”
After a moment she’d sigh and glance over his shoulder, trying to gauge if there was enough room to just slip past him. Just stay calm…
Her heart roared in her chest.
“Listen… I—I don’t got time for this.”
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Post by 'Drez' on Mar 30, 2016 21:42:34 GMT -5
Would she panick? Badyn was curious to find out, her reactions were confusing, he supposed. Most women just ran in fear. But she was a brave little thing. She had spoken to him, but he had no intentions of having conversation with her. He would continue to walk toward her, sniffing as he did. His eyes locked upon her, his brain playing tricks on him, as if he could hear her heart beat as he neared.
"P-Pretty..Sk-in..!" What passed as speech for him broke out of his throat, before he would halt abruptly a couple feet in front of her. His bare right hand lifting slowly in an unusually calm mannor for one as deranged as him. His open hand would look to softly brush against her cheek with the tips of his index and middle finger, if it even made it that far.
If she didn't run or react violently, she would have found that was his extent of his actions for the time being, at least. She was attractive to her. He REALLY liked the tone of her skin.. It would make a fine souvenir. Who knew, maybe she would let him have some for free.
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Post by Elliot Aveiro on Mar 31, 2016 15:44:14 GMT -5
I WASTED MY TIME 'TIL TIME WASTED ME Alright. Either this guy had absolutely no social skills, or he was really fucked up in head. He had an odd way of speaking, and his sentences were short with little meaning to them. When he came to stand in front of her, Elliot held up both her fists in a traditional boxing fashion, prepared to ward of any blows if he chose to attack her. But instead he caught her by surprise, reaching up and brushing his fingers against her cheek. She swatted his hand away and took a few steps back.
“Look, I’m flattered, but you’re giving me the creeps,” she said firmly. Her voice nearly wavered, but she knew she couldn't afford to show fear. It’d make her look weak... like an easier target.
“Lemee get my stuff.”
Assuming he didn’t move to stop her, Elliot would walk past the man towards the bag. As she moved, she’d continually glance back at him as if worried he’d jump her. If he didn’t attack her as she made her way toward Roy's stuff, she’d crouch down to check the contents and make sure it was what she had been looking for. A foul odor emanated from the bag when she opened it, triggering her gag reflexes. A dead cat!?
"Did You do this?" she turned around, "Man you're a sick piece of shit."
Maybe it wouldn't be the smartest course of action, but she really wanted to punch this guy.
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Post by 'Drez' on Mar 31, 2016 17:31:59 GMT -5
Drez's hand would hover briefly off to the side after the girl swept it away, before it dropped toward his side, his fingers curling slightly, applying preasure to his own leg. He remained facing the alley exit as ahe moved past him, toward the bag. His shoulders would drop slightly and he would bend forward, lowering his head. His right hand would lift toward his face to cover his eye. Laughter would begin to flow, starting low before building and echoing throughout the alleyway. "hah..hahaha..Hahaa.. AHAHAHAH!"
Drez could hear her zip open the bag behind him and knew by now she would have found his 'gift' inside. And like always, they just had to come out and say some mean shit. His eyes would narrow slightly, before he would spin around to face her. Badyn's head would cock to the left slightly before he would begin to walk toward her. His left hand dipping into his back pocket to remove a pair of gloves. As he neared her, Drez would have pulled on his right glove first. Once again halting, and focusing on putting the gloves on. He seemed oblivious to the fact that she might attack him, instead spoke a short broken sentence. "T-trade you.. Cat.. for skin."
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Post by Elliot Aveiro on Mar 31, 2016 18:28:56 GMT -5
I WASTED MY TIME 'TIL TIME WASTED ME Elliot watched him pull on the gloves with a furrowed brow. What the heck did he need those for? His next statement left her in even more confusion. Cat for skin…? Well, he had said something about how he thought her skin was pretty earlier, hadn’t he?
Elliot scratched her head—and then felt like an idiot when it finally dawned on her. Maybe this psycho was legit planning to tear her skin off. She felt her heart pound in her chest as she stared at him. No way she’d let that happen.
“I don’t want the freaking cat!” she snapped, tugging the body out of the bag and tossing it aside. How was she going to explain this nasty smell to Roy? Her gaze snapped back to the red haired man and she let out a sigh.
She wasn’t going to get out of here without a fight was she?
And she wasn’t one to run from them either. Nope, she wouldn’t live that down. Turning to face the guy completely, she broke into a run and would attempt to nail him in the face with a right cross.
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Post by 'Drez' on Mar 31, 2016 19:19:15 GMT -5
He must have said something to upset her. It wasn't like he really cared anyways. He had his eyes set on something. After pulling on the first glove, Elliott rushing in and threw a right cross. It would land flush, Badyn's head recoiled from the punch, but remained stretched backwards. His left leg sliding back to keep himself standing. "Hah..Hahah.." His hands continued to work though, as if the punch to his face barely regisitered, to pull on the second glove.
He still didn't move to strike her yet. Instead, once both gloves were fastened, Badyn would lurch forward again, a twisted grin appearing on his face. His visible right eye widened, bulging at the prospect of this feisty new victim, his arms spreading wide with palms facing toward the girl. The barbed tips of his gloves glinting from the light coming from the mouth of the alleyway. She walked into the wrong alleyway tonight.
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