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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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Post by `Alvari on Apr 4, 2016 16:26:20 GMT -5
 Extra credit without actual classwork? YAAAASSSSSSSSS!
There was an opportunity presented across every class in the Social Sciences Department, and a golden one at that. The instructions were simple: all interested students could find a community service of their choosing. For each time they helped complete any of these volunteer projects, they could earn a full letter grade to apply to one assignment or exam. To many, that could edge them out of a C into a B, or even an A for the grading period, or even the semester. For Kevin? You mean I could get a D on homework I half-assed?
Sign me the fuck up, fam!
Kevin checked the list of suggested events throughout the week: picking up trash? Nah. There was volunteering at an animal shelter, too. Kevin almost took that one until he imagined stepping into a puddle or pile of canine waste. Noooooope! Another top contender was assisting a nursing home until he teacher shot down that idea. According to her, Kevin would be a terrible fit just because all the old folks would have to constantly tell him to turn his music down. Scratch that one, too. As the options began to thin out, Kevin feared he wouldn't find anything that suited his tastes...until he took note of one in particular. One of the high-rise residential towers in Downtown was starting a rooftop garden and gave the school the green light to help build planter boxes. Kevin, feeling this was an ideal method of being a good noodle, signed himself right up.
That weekend, Kevin took the monorail across the water and hiked it to the oversized building where he was to report in. He knew that if it hadn't been for the event going on at the top, he wouldn't have made it past the lobby---clean, almost-sterile in appearance and with a front reception desk that included a security detail. And here Kevin came in with his headphones and all of his gear, looking like a +1 to a gangster rapper's entourage. Still, he was allowed on the elevator to the roof. The climb took a while...at almost 50 floors, it isn't exactly a quick ride. Actually reaching the top was worth it, though. The area was larger than Kevin thought, with room to stage nearly 3 dozen of these planters scattered around in the open. Surrounding them beyond a 15-foot-high Plexiglas barrier was a full panoramic view of San Francisco.
Kevin took note of a large stack of 2x4 redwood planks that would be cut and nailed to each other for the boxes, along with a seemingly endless supply of soil and a few students already here to help. Cracking his knuckles, he smiled before grabbing a hammer, nails and a plank to get started.
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Post by Emilie Wright on Apr 4, 2016 16:47:25 GMT -5
 serenity is not stillness.
● ● ● ● but peace within a raging storm and the serendipity that can be found within the storm The compassionate soul that she was, it was no surprise Emilie was volunteering here or elsewhere. She was a face that frequented good causes and shelters, but not for any sort of credit. It was all out of her inherent kindness. The pretty English lass arrived early and started constructing boxes. Despite her small size, she was stronger than she appeared and it came relatively easy for her. Hammering away in the high rise, Emilie wiped away a bead of sweat from her forehead and she glanced up at the sky with a smile. It couldn't have been a lovelier day to work. Finishing up the box, another student arrived, and the civilian stood up on her two feet and brushed her light blue jeggings. Turning towards him, she headed his way to help. Kneeling down beside the boy, the pretty girl gave a sweet smile and introduced herself, her accented voice soft and serene, "Good morning! It's nice to see a new face. I'm Emilie Wright. It is good to meet you~"MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by `Alvari on Apr 4, 2016 17:26:22 GMT -5
There was a point where Kevin imagined a bunch of reckless kids with tools may have been a bad idea. He just didn't imagine it in the sense of what was about to happen. He had a system in mind---stack a couple of 2x4s on their sides, then drive nails through to make a deeper box for the roots! It seemed like a good idea on paper. With the wood laid out like he imagined, Kevin began setting nails at the desired locations to drive in with his hammer. He moved with purpose, large fingers doing their best to hold the nails in place without smashing his digits with the hammer in his other hand.
Everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked Emilie came along.
There was no doubt that Emilie meant well in her greeting him while he was busy. However, the sudden realization that there was a girl coming, even moreso speaking to Kevin, shocked the poor boy. He whipped up to look at this young lady like a dog that just heard the refrigerator open in the kitchen nearby, except this wasn't excitement. What Kevin felt was horror. He'd suddenly turn beet red, remaining crouched over the planter he worked on. The fear was evident in his features to the point where it was almost tangible. "I, uhh..." He'd gulp. "I-I, um, I'm K-K-K-Kevin! Yeah, I-I'm...!" He was cut short by his own mistake. Emilie introducing herself created a very unique problem as it took Kevin off of the task at hand. He was so consumed in not knowing how to deal with simple human interaction that he completely forgot that he was still hammering a screw in. Remember how I said he set nails where he wanted to hammer them? Yeah, he did that---with the nails he hadn't driven currently resting with their points facing up.
Guess who just missed the screw and hit the back of their hand, driving their palm into one of those aforementioned nails?
Kevin stopped, not saying a word. There was a look of mild surprise. He slowly raised his hand up, turned his palm to him and noticed a rather long nail that pierced his hand. He drew in a deep breath...and exhaled shallowly, emitting a high-pitched whimper that turned into a series of repeating short breaths of the same kind. And his voice was only going higher as the pain set in.
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Post by Emilie Wright on Apr 4, 2016 18:30:36 GMT -5
serenity is not stillness.
● ● ● ● but peace within a raging storm and the serendipity that can be found within the storm What Emilie believed was going to be a simple greeting ended up being so much more. She blinked at his embarrassment, and her brows knit in concern at his feverish colour. Was the boy alright? Had she done something wrong? The concern only grew and entangled with abject horror upon the kid quite literally nailing himself in the palm. A swift gasp filled her lungs and her discoloured hues widened sharply as she paled at the sight. "O-O-Oh my g-g-goodness-!" she yelped, panic setting in. But instead of fleeing, screaming, or fainting, Emilie immediately went into action. How many injuries had she herself received and those she grew up with? She could handle this. She had to! Leaning forward, she clasped his hand, taking a cloth from her back pocket and pulling it out to wrap around his palm. The English girl exclaimed, "D-Don't take the nail out! Not before we get proper help!"Whipping her head around, she grabbed for her bag and scrambled for her cellphone. What was the emergency line for this country again? Nine-something! Right?! `Alvari #words Note: Srs mode activated MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by `Alvari on Apr 11, 2016 5:31:35 GMT -5
Silly Emilie, medical help is for smart people!
Sure, it hurt like hell and Kevin was sure that he hit his hand into that nail so hard, it almost went through the other side. In a temporary moment of silliness, Kevin saw this as a missed opportunity---a little more effort, and all these kids would have bore witness to the second coming of Jesus. Then the pain set in again and Kevin wished that Jesus would come and fix it. While Emilie fretted and tried her hand at treating the injury (which made Kevin grit his teeth in agony), Kevin took a look at the young woman. After another bout of the shudders just watching Emilie, a part of him felt bad. Poor girl's freaked the fuck out because of my stupid ass, he thought. It's my problem. She shouldn't have to do all this shit!
With that, Kevin promptly removed his hand from her grasp, grunted and plucked the nail from his hand, squeezing on the cloth right after. There was a strange calmness in his voice: "I'll be fine. Thanks, don't worry. Besides, I'm up to date on my tetanus...wait, it's every 15 years, right?" He was 14.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Apr 13, 2016 20:20:03 GMT -5
"I feel like I'm forgetting something important.." Xaier's words slipped out of his mouth as hia eyes scanned the area in front of him and the skateboard he was tearing down the sidewalk on. His right hand scratched at the side of his head, before adjusting the sun-glasses on hia face. His left leg kicked at the ground every few feet to maintain speed. That inner daredevil in Xaier would propel himself across the busy intersection, just in time to have his brain kick on and start. "..Oh man!! Community service..!"
The ivory haired boy cut a sharp slide to the left, zipping into an alley way and shifting direction. He had completely forgot that he signed up at school for this a few days before hand. He would snap a quick glance down at the watch on his right wrist, before kicking at the ashphalt harder. He had some time to make up! Eventually though, breathing heavily, Xaier would make it to the skyscraper in which he would be helping out at. Passing through the lobby, he would make his way into the elevator, arms crossing as he settled his breath, foot tapping as he counted the floors. The elevator would open and Xaier would step out obto the rooftop.
Glancing around, he would find a few students, only one of which was familiar. The ivory haired boy would put on a smile and stroll toward Kevin, who seemed to be nursing his hand. "Ouch. I think you're suppose to put the nail in the wood, not your hand, dude." His words came out as his hand lifted to remove his sun-glasses and fold them, before hanging them at the collar of his shirt. "You good, Kevin?" The wound was covered, Xaier figured if it was that bad he'd probably be freaking out. Casting a glance toward the girl near by, he would flash her a smile, before settling back upon the familiar face of Kevin.
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Post by Emilie Wright on May 1, 2016 19:06:27 GMT -5
serenity is not stillness.
● ● ● ● but peace within a raging storm and the serendipity that can be found within the storm Just remembered this thread. So sorry! DxEmilie was in too much of a panic to notice the bow with glasses smiling at her. Instead, she turned back around at Kevin and furrowed her brows concernedly. She inquired quickly, "A-Are you sure, K-Kevin?"Biting her bottom lip, she whipped back towards her bag and pulled out a small first aid kit she carried on her person. Shuffling towards the injured boy on her knees, the girl opened the kit and said almost pleadingly, green and blue eyes peering straight into his with an unwavering determination, "Then please... at least a-allow me to tend to your injury...!"MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by `Alvari on May 5, 2016 15:22:03 GMT -5
You missed him freaking out, Xaier.
Kevin was wincing about his hand but he SCOWLED when Xaier showed up. That bastard couldn't be concerned with Kevin's safety when he was the reason that Kevin was limping for over a week. He couldn't remember much...but what he did, he hadn't forgotten. "Oh yeahhh, I'm fuckin' fine!" Kevin replied, not even trying to hide the sarcasm. "Here, take a look!" Xaier could possibly see through the other side of the wound as Kevin removed the cloth and showed the back of his wounded hand...along with an erect middle finger. Yes, he flipped Xaier off. Muthafucka.
Emilie brought Kevin back to the task at hand, though. His features visibly softened as she asked to tend to him---nothing against her, but he didn't want to feel like he needed her. Besides...he REALLY didn't need the anxiety of the girl coming close. "Uhh...j-j-just pass some, uhh..." With his free hand, Kevin reapplied pressure to the damaged hand with the cloth. "I j-just need some ahochol...a-a-alchohol! I mean alchohol!"
Doesn't being flustered raise your heart rate?
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