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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 Gino Reisi on Apr 16, 2016 23:57:34 GMT -5
"it's your 2nd amendment, how can you not let me hold a gun?" Because all Gino wants is a gun back in his pocket where it belongs, honestly. + word count + okay, so, not gonna lie + I'm not really sure what I'm doing. | It was raining, a small drizzle on his head as he walked along the streets. The precipitation wasn't heavy enough to require an umbrella, but since Gino had checked the weather and brought one anyways, he figures he might as well.
Among him, he sees some umbrellas opening as well, a miscellaneous array of colors and patterns standing out on the dreary streets. There are some solid colors, royal blues and dark reds, burgundies and- Is that a neon pink.
Gino falters in his thoughts, his previous mood of quiet contentness shattering completely as he gazes at a teenage girl gossiping with a friend as her neon pink umbrella contrasts through their surroundings. It's the only bright thing there, which makes it even worse, a bright spot in a world of comforting shades.
He jerks his head away from it, hands absently fumbling with his foldable umbrella as he does so.
The girl is walking away anyways, but Gino can't deny that the sight of neon is always something to easily distract him so.
He's not really looking when he presses the button to open his umbrella, okay. So.
He kind of hits someone in the eye.
Gino stops and looks towards his victim, "... Um." | © seadra of gs |
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Post by `Alvari on Apr 17, 2016 22:17:28 GMT -5
 Kevin's writer is currently sedated, so you can't do nearly as bad as me right now. Apologies in advance for typos.
With that out of the way, Kevin wasn't one to carry an umbrella, instead opting for a hoodie or ball cap to keep himself covered. He made his way down the sidewalk with his head down and his headphones in. Translation: barring life-threatening danger, Kevin had absolutely NO regard for what was going on around him, just that it was raining and he had places to be. That was fine until he got jabbed in the eye, causing him to let out an audible "Ooh, shit!-" before grabbing his face around the eye socket. "Jesus---the fuck's wrong wit'chu!?"
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Post by Gino Reisi on Apr 20, 2016 15:03:39 GMT -5
"it's your 2nd amendment, how can you not let me hold a gun?" Because all Gino wants is a gun back in his pocket where it belongs, honestly. + word count + nah man + you're fine | Sharp words of disbelief and discontent make Gino wonder idly if it would be considered impolite to go ahead and put his now open umbrella over his head. He knows very well he should apologize, because he hurt someone with his actions and apologizing for those actions when you didn't mean it is only proper etiquette. Yet. Could he put the umbrella over his head first? For Gino can still feel the soft drops of rain splashing on his curly head, and while it isn't necessarily uncomfortable he did open his umbrella for a reason, and it'd be awfully embarrassing (not really) if it stopped raining while he was apologizing.
That would mean that his victim was hit in the face with his umbrella for absolutely no reason whatsoever, and isn't that irking to think about it?
While Gino was considering though, an awkward silence ensued after the other man's words.
Gino doesn't respond to those words until a few minutes later, when he puts the umbrella over his head after all and gives his victim a sharp nod. "I'm sorry for that." He apologized, though it's to be considered whether or not he actually meant it with the bland tone he spoke his words. "I wasn't looking. Uh."
The Italian dug into his pockets to see what snack he had in hand, pulling out a snickers bar and quietly offering it to the male across him.
"Yeah. That was my bad, want this as an apology?" | © seadra of gs |
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Post by `Alvari on Apr 27, 2016 14:42:50 GMT -5
The only thing stranger than how long Gino took to respond? The fact that Kevin stood there the entire time.
Sure, Kevin had half a mind to clock Gino in the face or just storm off, but watching the kid go back and forth, apparently considering his next course of action left Kevin fixated. So the two remained there as people passed by them both, Kevin staring death beams into Gino while the eyelid that Gino struck remained half-shut. They both remained silent, one still seeming confused while the other stood there, contemplating the idea of just re-enacting Homer Simpson choking Bart until Gino finally spoke. He wasn't looking, huh? "Yeah, yeah! You wasn't!" Kevin responded, indignation oozing off of his words as Kevin bit down on his lip. He continuously shifted his weight back and forth on each foot, growing antsier by the second.
And then the olive branch was extended, sealed in a plastic wrapper.
Kevin went eerily still, looking down at the candy bar before shooting a wild stare up at Gino. Then back to the Snickers, then to Gino. He left his eyes on the Italian boy for a moment...and then vehemently took the candy, ripped the wrapper open and bit off a piece. If he hadn't walked off yet, Gino would stand through several seconds of Kevin chewing on a tasty combination of chocolate, nougat, caramel and peanuts before he finally replied:
"...And of course you let it fuckin' melt. Apology accepted."
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Post by Gino Reisi on Apr 30, 2016 0:58:11 GMT -5
"it's your 2nd amendment, how can you not let me hold a gun?" Because all Gino wants is a gun back in his pocket where it belongs, honestly. + word count + + | "Cool." Is Gino's reply, and the truth is, he honestly doesn't care all that much if he was forgiven or not. He just did it out of etiquette, because he'd be pretty offended himself if someone stabbed him in the eye with an umbrella and didn't even apologize.
He'd probably poke them in the eye with his fingers and then walk away if it happened to him, honestly. He's glad that... Huh, Gino doesn't know his name, but he's glad the guy didn't go to punch him or anything.
"What's your name?" Gino asks suddenly, putting his hands in his now candy-less pockets as he looks at the male. There isn't one ounce of guilt swelling at the sight of the swelling eye, though Gino should suggest he put a peeled boiled egg on that.
(Gino's not even sure if that trick works, he just remembers a famiglia member doing it once because he was too lazy to go get ice at breakfast. And no one said anything against it, or asked what the hell Emil was doing, so Gino's going to assume it's something normal.) | © seadra of gs |
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Post by `Alvari on May 3, 2016 10:45:49 GMT -5
Fun but useless fact: Kevin's absentee father was Italian. Someday, if Kevin gives a fuck to learn about the guy, maybe Gino can pass him that little home remedy since Kevin didn't have family to do it first. For now though, Kevin was hoping he didn't grow an egg himself. Admittedly, the candy was therapreutic...an unorthodox peace offering, but he'd take it nonetheless.
As long as it wasn't Gino going off that recent Snickers ad campaign about people being angry when they were hungry or something. If that's the case, Gino was getting his nose busted.
"Itsh Keffin---" He started when Gino asked him to introduce himself. He had to stop---mouth full of candy and whatnot. Kevin took a moment to chew and swallow, placing a hand across his mouth as a polite gesture before swallowing. "A'ight, let's try this again...Kevin. Kevin Alvari." Kevin gave Gino a once-over, taking in the young man before returning the gesture. "Ya dress fly, even if you clumsy...what's ya name, kid?"
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Post by Gino Reisi on May 12, 2016 23:45:26 GMT -5
"it's your 2nd amendment, how can you not let me hold a gun?" Because all Gino wants is a gun back in his pocket where it belongs, honestly. + word count + + | "I think we're the same age though." Is Gino's reply, a small frown on his face as he studies Kevin's features before deciding that yes, they're around the same age. At least that's what it seems like physically, although he'd be quite impressed if Kevin was older and still managed to keep that rougish yet youthful way about him.
"I'm also not clumsy." Gino objects, although his effort is halfhearted at best. "I was distracted by a flash of neon and lamenting over my confiscated gun, and just wasn't paying attention."
Besides, he said sorry and gave a peace offering, so no harm done.
"I'm Gino, though. I'd say it's a pleasure, but I kind of hit you in the face with an umbrella, so." The male shrugs helplessly-
Then remembers Kevin also complimenting him by saying he dressed 'fly', which was a slang Gino didn't recognize but was going to assume it was a good thing. Gino has been taught by his mother to compliment people right back unless there was nothing to compliment (in which case, go the other mile and insult them instead). In this case, there's enough to compliment though, so Gino's eyes tint with a seriousness as he looks Kevin in the eye and announces.
"You're an attractive person yourself. I like your physique, it's very toned." | © seadra of gs |
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