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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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Curiosity Killed the Cat.. But Satisfaction Brought It Back?
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Post by "Aergia" Sophia Jeong on Apr 30, 2016 4:07:49 GMT -5
When not snoozing, Sophia often indulged herself in reading, devouring whatever knowledge she could lay her small hands on. She cared not what was the content, finding interest in most things, at least to an extent. And so whilst the lazy creature wandered a park, it didn't take long for her to grow weary and rest upon a park bench. And it was there she stumbled across a book someone had left behind. Its covers were a bright pink and the man and woman upon the front were half-naked and quite close. It appeared to be the kind of thing her guardian Ku always forced away from her and so her intrigue couldn't help but be piqued. No matter what was forbidden from her, even for her own good, Aergia inevitably managed to stick her fingers where they didn't belong. Well... when it wasn't too much effort, anyhow. And so the girl flipped to the first page and stretched out onto the bench, diving into the story. The writing quality was... mediocre at best, but Sophia found herself entertained enough. Many of the expressions were odd... what with the frequent description of racing heartbeats and swellings of desire. The indifferent lass was unable to relate in the least and Sophia's puzzlement only increased as she went further into the story. Eyebrows furrowed as she reached to the passionate trysts, and she pursed her lips as she read the scenes. Certainly she wasn't entirely oblivious to sex, reading some on reproduction in her educational explorations. But she had not read anything quite like this and so she found herself at a loss. Her nonchalant and lethargic nature led her life thus far without experiencing attraction and love, as far as she was aware, and so the more she learned, the more she grew interested in just what precisely was this phenomenon so many experienced. After about the fourth 'encounter' in the book, Sophia closed it and set it aside. Pursing her lips and furrowing her brows, the girl scratched the side of her head and leaned back, staring up at the towering tree tops above. The book made love and sex sound so grand. She only ever saw it (what very little she knew, anyway) as a purpose to procreate and propagate species. But perhaps there was more to it than that? ... Odd. With a huff, Aergia pushed herself off of the bench and staggered into a stand. Sleepy blue hues searched for the nearest male body, her curiosity overcoming her lethargic nature. Finding him, she shuffled over to the man, doing whatever he was doing, and reached out to grab his crotch. Holding somewhat firmly, the dark haired girl quirked a brow and inquired with a tilt of her head, "So... do you love me now? Or do our clothes have to be off for that? I don't really know, to be honest."She certainly didn't feel any burning passion right then. What the hell was passion anyway?Sophia obviously hasn't the faintest clue (or care) how wildly inappropriate her action was... and how terribly off her logic was, for that matter. Oh boy... Note: I'm a horrible person. Excuse me as I laugh into oblivion now. Bai.Tag: Gino Reisi
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Post by Gino Reisi on Apr 30, 2016 5:05:15 GMT -5
Haven't you people ever heard of,
Gino is fond of walks, have been ever since he was a child, when he would grasp onto his mother's hand as she showed him the sights of Italy. He likes the calmness of it, the quiet that washes over him as he takes one step in front of the other without rush, the way that his mind seems to calm its incessant chatter enough so he can find something close to peace. So... Gino's always been fond of walks, enjoyed them to the point where he go into a mood where he did not notice things as clearly as he always did, because his mind wasn't working in overtime on walks, neither was his eyes trailing everywhere to see what there was to see–
So when a hand suddenly finds itself on Gino's crotch, he honestly didn't see it coming. The Italian doesn't quite jump but raises an eyebrow, turning towards the owner of the hand, a part of him wanting to get out a gun and shoot her immediately for being rude (that part of him is also sadly reminded that he doesn't have any guns on his body due to them being taken away by the authorities). Another part of him though, the part that is significantly relaxed due to his walk, only looks at her with a disinterest, an eyebrow raising higher when he hears her words.
"So... do you love me now? Or do our clothes have to be off for that? I don't really know, to be honest."
Gino's reply is easy and comes with only a moment of pause to fully register the question, not a bit confused on the content of the question for once, as this was something he knew how to answer. "I don't love you." He tells her bluntly, "And I won't love you if you take your clothes off either."
... And her hand was still on his crotch, great. What, is this how Americans say hi now? He hopes not, Jesus, he knows some people (read as: fuckboys) were shameless, but he didn't think the rest of this country was as well. He really hopes they're not, because really, America, what.
He he looks at the girl, face only showing the slightest signs of awkwardness and uncomfort as he gestures to the location of her hand. "... Uh. Do you like what you feel? How long are you going to feel?"
There's a short pause before Gino asks another question, not so much a question as it is a plea disguised as a statement, asking for clarification but not necessarily needing it. He spoke the next words a bit as if he were trying to convince himself of it:
"This is not a normal thing to happen in America."
Please assure him it isn't, he's kind of lost faith with those fuckboys he met (and promptly shot) when he first came here.
CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR?
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Post by "Aergia" Sophia Jeong on May 2, 2016 18:51:11 GMT -5
"Hm." It was all she gave in response to Gino. So it hadn't worked, huh? Was she doing something wrong? Where was the passion? The love? The--what was it called again? Oh right--lust? Peering up at Gino, she inquired slowly, "Am... I supposed to kiss you first? I guess they did that in the book initially, yeah..."Thinking she had the answer there, Sophia would nonchalantly lean up to kiss him. Whether or not her lips actually made contact would be entirely up to Gino... Regardless, she would furrow her brows in contemplation at the boy's next question. Did she like what she felt? Honestly, Aergia thought the more appropriate question was did she feel anything at all? To which the answer was no, not really. She didn't feel any different than she did before, beyond increased befuddlement. Squeezing once, twice, thrice, Aergia tilted her head and pursed her lips, answering with the same indifference as she had before, "I dunno. I thought I was supposed to feel passion but instead... I got nothing."Looking up at him as though he had the answer, the odd girl asked with an additional squeeze, "Am I doing it wrong?"At this point, surely a couple of people passing by would stare at the peculiar scene unfolding, not that Aergia particularly cared. She preferred to remain in her own world, only observing that which interested her. And what interested her now was that which she read in the steamy novel she perused... and just what she was apparently doing wrong. "Normal..." mirrored the girl, who pursed her lips again. He said his words as a statement, yet it sounded as if he was moreso trying to convince him of something. Although that something was beyond Aergia, as she wasn't really aware that what she had done wasn't socially acceptable. Quirking a brow, she simply said, "That's a bit subjective, isn't it?"If he hadn't already ripped her hand away and dropkicked her to the ground for her insolence, Sophia would remove her hand and allow it to fall to her side. Gazing upwards, she would be evidently confused. Rubbing her face, the teenager would groan and grumble, "Ugh. This is so confusing... and exhausting. This passion and love stuff seems like too much effort..."(I'm going to Hell. Oh well. Bwahahaha!)
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Post by Gino Reisi on May 12, 2016 23:29:31 GMT -5
Haven't you people ever heard of,
The Italian leans his head back as the female tries to bring her lips to his, eyes unamused as he brings a hand up to push that hand away. His facial muscles didn't twitch an itch as he felt a squeeze to his crotch, half ready to summon his gun from his ring and shoot her hand off. This is sexual harassment after all, and Gino will not have for any bit of it.
She drops it before he can get the chance to do so, and he lowers the hand that was ready to summon his gun slowly as he gazes blankly at the girl and inclines his head to answer her question.
"It is too much effort." He replies bluntly, mercilessly tearing apart the misconception that love is something hailed above all others with the almost indifferent distaste clear in his tone. "There's nothing wrong with it coming to you, but actively trying to look for it is just a waste of time."
Because what Gino has seen is that love is something that appears without prompting, an unexpected guest that will come and go along with its whims. He's seen people try to chase after it in vain, has watched them convince themselves they had feelings for whoever they believed to be the one- He finds them irrevocably stupid, those types of people, doesn't understand them and has no wish to.
Perhaps the girl in front of him has that wish though, or perhaps it's just a curiosity, arriving idly like a passing fancy.
He doesn't have any reason in particular to tell her that though, so instead his mind catches upon something else- A book, closed and set aside, but sporting an image and title that simply screams erotica. Gino pieces it all together quite quickly after that small realization, even coming to the conclusion that that piece of smut is horribly inaccurate due to the frankly appalling ideas it seemed to put into this female's head.
So in an act of kindness a neighborhood grandma (who's dead now, shot by an asshole, rest her kind, drug smuggling soul) once told him to partake in once a day, the male points to the book sitting beside her before speaking his advice.
"Burn that thing, because it's complete shit if it didn't even teach you to do some foreplay before grabbing someone's privates."
CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR?
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