welcome
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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Miss Chef And May Ham [Gino]
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Hi ho! Hi ho! It's off to work we go!
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Bean Monkey
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Lightning Gang
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Apr 30, 2016 20:59:59 GMT -5
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Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.
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Post by Gino Reisi on May 1, 2016 1:13:12 GMT -5
Haven't you people ever heard of,
Gino's lips pull up into the remnants of a grin, his shoulders shaking minutely with silent laughter as he was suddenly hit with a pun he didn't expect. The male puts his hand over his mouth as if to smooth down his smile, but when that fails, he simply lets the small curve of his lips stay on his face until the mirth in his eyes dissipate to its normal indifference. He sends an amused look to the waitress serving him, who was blinking as if she didn't properly hear the other person's words correctly.
"... Miss Chef and May Ham?" He hears murmured under her breath like a confused prayer, and Gino's brown eyes light up just a bit more as he reaffirms that he really did hear someone say that. The Italian has always been fond of clever puns, finding it just as invigorating and exciting as a snarky retort or a smooth flirting line. Being good with your words– That's something Gino quite likes in a person, and he finds himself wanting to start a food fight or something other just to honor the pun made.
But he's been taught that food should be savored and not played with, and to add on to that, a fancy restaurant such as this would surely frown upon such acts– Gino would rather stay in good graces, please, and he doesn't have any wish to clean up after any chaos he causes.
Absently, he waves his hand away at the waitress when she tries to fill his glass of ice cubes with water from a pitcher, idly telling her "thanks, but no thanks" as he's still lost in the crevices of his thoughts.
Instead of honoring the pun, Gino turns towards the man seated behind him to congratulate him instead, picking up a glass of ice while he did so to hold it to the other in greeting and congratulations. The mirth in Gino's eyes haven't died out yet, and they don't seem to be any time soon when he recognizes this guy as the one who fell from the sky that one day and stole his strawberry pocky. He made some pretty good puns, and Gino simply pushes his glass of ice towards the man as if it's a gift, before speaking, "You're a cool guy and that was a nice pun."
CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR?
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Hi ho! Hi ho! It's off to work we go!
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on May 1, 2016 2:56:44 GMT -5
"Is he offering a toast?... Shit! I don't have my drink yet... This candle would do."
Aldrtich proceeded to pick up the candle on his table which was kept in a small crystal glass and toasted it with Gino's glass of water. "Cheers!...?" Aldritch said hesitantly, he would then return the candle back at his table after the weird toast. He was pretty sure it's a toast as long as there are two glasses, even if the other glass held a candle, he was fifty two percent sure at least.
"Ah! If it isn't Gino!" He would say excitedly. "What a coincidence! As if two writers fated our meet-up here!" He was absolutely delighted to see someone he knew, seems like he won't be eating lunch alone after all. "Come! Sit here!... Or I'll sit there, whichever comes first." He laughed.
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Post by Gino Reisi on May 1, 2016 14:02:43 GMT -5
Haven't you people ever heard of,
Nah, the length is a-okay, dude.
Gino was struck with the strange feeling that Aldtrich accidentally broke the fourth wall, but before he could ponder further on that, he was invited to join the albino for lunch. Well, the two of them were both going to have lunch here either way, but lunch as in, sitting nearby the other guy at the same table, to be able to converse and spend time in each other's company– Lunch together sounded nice enough. He finds himself feel surprised at the sudden invitation though, but Gino simply inclines his head before standing up to move seats.
It's not a far distance, just a few strides as the two had tables right next to each other, and Gino sits so that he's now facing delighted red eyes and a mess of white hair. "Yo." Gino greets, a small wave of his hand as he gets himself comfortable on the chair again. A waiter comes by at seeing the new addition to Aldritch's table, mouth opening as he recited the words, "May I take your order sir–" Before the waiter falters, causing Gino to look up with brown eyes to meet dark ones.
"... Um." Gino starts, after a few seconds pass of the waiter simply gaping at him. Gino's starting to feel distinctively uncomfortable now, not liking it when someone recognizes him when he doesn't do the same in return, and is about to just spout off some random order to make the guy go away before the waiter blurts:
"You're the guy that shot my brother."
... Fuck. Which one was his brother. Gino doesn't remember the people he shot, that's way too much work, and Gino has no wish in expending his resources and thoughts to something as little as paying attention to the multitude of people he shoots for various reasons. But. He's going to assume it was recent, because the waiter does not look Italian, and that means Gino did not shoot his brother in Italy. So. Recent– Ah. All those rude males making passes at uncomfortable looking females that he shot in his first week of America.
"He was a fuckboy and being rude to a lady." Is Gino's blunt and disinterested response, looking at Aldritch as if to silently ask the albino to say something to make this waiter go away. Talking to people who feel personally victimed when he shoots someone close to him is too much work, and they never take it well when Gino explains that he really couldn't care less.
If under his breath, he mutters that he would be against shooting the waiter either, then it really isn't his fault the waiter heard and surged forward to punch him.
This is so rude, Gino is with company, goddammit. He's also here for food, not a fight, so someone tell him why he can't even have lunch with an acquaintance before it all goes to hell–
"Aldritch, I'll pay for your lunch and whatever else you want to order today if you can make this waiter go away without getting us kicked out." He blurts, moving his head back to avoid the blow aimed at him, keeping an eye on his surroundings and the people who are now suddenly wary of the waiter and their table.
CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR?
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Hi ho! Hi ho! It's off to work we go!
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Bean Monkey
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Lightning Gang
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on May 1, 2016 21:01:59 GMT -5
Finally, his order came, but so is someone who apparently has a claim. Apparently, this guy has shot someone, Aldritch grinned. He found it quite fascinating how someone can be so calm when confronting the brother of whom he apparently shot. But it was starting to mess up their table, and he still has his untouched ham laying on the table. "I don't know about that Gino, my methods usually involve injuries... but I'll try." He grinned.
Aldritch took off his jacket and revealed his white tanktop underneath, displaying his musculature and fully showing the lightning gang ratio by his nape. "Alright..." He would say calmly as his face became more serious. "I don't know what happened and neither care to know... But you're ruining my lunch..."
All of a sudden, Aldritch's whole body began to glow in a bright orange hue. His chair started to sizzle and steam began to slightly raise from his body, the temperature around them notably increased. He held up a spoon and in a few moments it began to bend and glow a reddish hue, a sign of metal being heated. "Now please, let us eat in peace before you proceed with assaulting my friend, unless you want to have your face melted. Don't worry, it'll only take a few minutes."
The albino would immediately halt his ability and returned to his normal color before he could even burn down the place. Fear was evident with the man's face as he stared at the albino, this made Aldrich grin. "Oh... I also need a new spoon.
Qi Used:
>T1: Hell's Light [Once Per 5 Int]
Usage: When used, the user is able to imbue his attacks and any physical touch with heat that may burn anyone and anything he touches. During the duration of the ability, the user glows and will be able to illuminate the immediate area around him. If the user touches anything long enough, it might be set aflame, the fire will burn at the size of 1/8 feet of the user's Int.
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Post by Gino Reisi on May 4, 2016 2:40:25 GMT -5
Haven't you people ever heard of,
His brown eyes don't necessarily widen, but they sure do light with a glint of interest, not unlike a scientist given a new theorem to play with as he watches Aldritch glow. It reminds him vaguely of a cross between a night light and a flame, and Gino finds his mind going off into tangents, wondering exactly how these abilities he's seen from some of these students come to work, if this is some sort of wide experiment or if sheer willpower gave form to these- These abilities of sorts play a major role in why PHS is considered dangerous, right? Then why-
Also, that insignia on Aldritch's neck that he's going to assume is a gang sign, if the way the waiter blanched met anything, what kind of gang was it, or was it even a gang?
Gino finds himself wanting to grin but not quite getting there, instead letting his lips curve imperceptibly as his eyes glint in a way that makes an obvious tell for how much fun he's having. He didn't want to go to America at all, and the people here are downright shameful sometimes, but it's also really damn interesting, so it's not as bad as he thought it'd be, at least.
But he'll ask and gather information later, because now, he's having lunch.
The waitress he had earlier shows up with an omelette in her hand, and he absently remembers he did order at all when he was sitting alone at his own table earlier and nods a simple, "Thank you." when she sets down his plate. He notices that the waiter is gone, fled sometime during Gino's musings, and sees him again to hastily give Aldritch another spoon.
He pauses, blinking as he looks from the spoon to Aldritch's plate of food.
"You need a spoon to eat ham?"
CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR?
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