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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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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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TOTC Round 1: Sol vs. Ethen
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Post by `Alvari on May 2, 2016 21:48:02 GMT -5
Location: AT&T Park
Time: 2:30 PM, PST
The home of the San Francisco Giants baseball team. Located right by the bay, many a home run has gone into the water. So much so, boats regularly hang outside of the park during games in the hopes of catching a ball. When not packed to the brim with over 45,000 fans in black and orange, the stadium is used for rallies and smaller sporting events when needed.
Today, the park would host a big matchup all its own. There were assorted clouds dotting an otherwise blue sky. A wind kicked up, making things just a bit chilly but still bearable with an extra layer of clothing. In the outfield, a commercial-sized riding mower manicured the grass. Other than that, the field looked ready for a game. Hell, even some of the team were in the dugout as if they were about to play 9 innings, with people in the stands to boot. However, they were going to see a fight today. Kevin made sure of it. He sat behind home plate, set to record. The message was sent to meet on the pitcher's mound. Time to play ball.Stats are locked. If no winner is decided after a week of inactivity, either myself or staff will decide. Good luck and have fun. Sol Ransley Ethen Choi
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Post by Sol Ransley on May 3, 2016 0:47:42 GMT -5
 After receiving an e-mail in his inbox, which confirmed his buy-in to the tournament, which contained a short and brief set of instructions, as well as informing him of the location of his tournament fight, the next day, after waking up and getting ready, Sol would leave his dormitory room and head out of the building, making his way to AT&T Park. Stepping out of the tunnel that lead out to the baseball field, he would immediately notice that not only were there a few spectators up in the stands, but some of the members of the San Francisco Giants baseball team were seated in the dugout too, almost as if they were to play a game. But there would be no game today... only a fight. And Sol intended to come out on top.
Striding over to the pitcher's mound, the meeting point specified in the message, he would wait for his opponent to arrive, taking the opportunity to prepare himself, both mentally and physically. He would make sure to make this a fight not only to remember, but end it as quickly as possible, to conserve his energy for the fights ahead.
(OOC: Stats locked.
Str: 14 (24) | Dex: 10 (25) | Con: 10 (25) | Int: 10 (20) | Wis: 10 (20)) |
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Post by Ethen Choi on May 4, 2016 6:31:01 GMT -5
Ethen got into the stadium a little late.
He came in from the stands, after finding it hard to believe that the meet up was ACTUALLY on the field, and not going there first.
Conscious of security, he eventually hopped over the barrier from where its the lowest (at the corner) and into the field, then jogged to the pitcher's mound.
On his way there he observed the area briefly -> Baseball players over here, a mower back there, and then two tall guys waiting for him at the mound.
He picked up his jogging speed upon seeing them - selective thinking at work, he was actually stoked (as well as confident), and would continue to be unless given a reason not to--...
Once there, he stood in front of them with his hands behind his back and no words, just a small smile as a greeting.
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STATS LOCKED:
STR - 10 (30) | DEX - 8 (20) | CON - 10 (30) | INT - 12 (20) | WIS - 10 (20)
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Post by Sol Ransley on May 6, 2016 17:49:49 GMT -5
Hearing footsteps coming up from behind him, lifting his head up, Sol would turn his head slightly to look behind him, as he saw a young man come jogging over, before stopping in front of him. Giving his opponent a once-over, to quickly assess him, he appeared decently strong, though Sol was not going to take any chances. He intended to win this fight, and he would not let anything stand in his way. Turning to fully face his opponent, Sol would take up a simple fighting stance, his left fist held in front of his sternum, his right fist held in front of his chin, and feet space shoulder-length. Though he favored taking his opponent out fast and hard, that was usually when he had the element of surprise and shadows on his side, and in this fight, he had no such advantage. As such, he would let his opponent make the first move, to kick this fight off.
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Post by Ethen Choi on May 7, 2016 21:01:17 GMT -5
It was clear Sol was the opponent now...
Ethen snapped out of smiling and got his himself prepared by more thinking...--
As he did so, he backed up to face him in a 'loose' fighting stance. “okay…”
Due to the six inch height difference, Ethen felt the need to go through all the things he shouldn’t attempt with taller opponents in his head (based on tips he read online), then gave himself a couple of nods - he was looking at the ground.
Then looking up again, he continued speaking “...i’ll start.”
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His opponent gave him the honor of the first move, so moments later, Ethen went ahead with a technique he had practiced in his dorm:
It was, while stepping forward, a quick teaser punch with his left fist followed by an upward right elbow strike to sol’s chin/jaw. Using the power of his legs, the quick lounge forward would ensure that the energy from his legs would transfer to- and was concentrated at the point of his elbow..
If it didn’t land, he would try to move back and downwards-- (to get away)
If it landed, he’d keep moving forward onto him regardless… Ethen didn’t have a connecting move in mind-- he was more so looking for an reaction first, and then planned to react to that...
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Post by Sol Ransley on May 11, 2016 0:59:03 GMT -5
With his focus completely on Ethen, as his opponent lunged forward with a quick left punch followed by a right upward elbow strike, Sol would simply shift his left arm over to block the punch, while his right hand would open to catch the elbow as it rocketed towards his chin, having positioned his right fist in front of his chin previously, his hand enclosing around the elbow. From there, in one quick, fluid motion, he would shift his left arm under Ethen's left arm in a upside-down arc of sorts, before quickly moving to slam the side of Ethen's elbow with a flat-palm strike, aiming to crack or even possibly dislocate the bone, before quickly grabbing hold of Ethen's arm, at the joint where his forearm and upper arm connected, and attempt to throw his opponent to the side and onto ground, releasing his grip on Ethen's arm and elbow just before the point of impact.
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Post by Ethen Choi on May 11, 2016 16:35:42 GMT -5
“EUhH--?”
At the point when his elbow was grabbed, Ethen clenched his teeth and stopped applying force towards his attack-- He had Sol handle him..
//His elbow strike was directed upwards, which left him on his tippy toes, so he wasn't stable enough (or fast enough) to get out of Sol’s attack..//
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Ethen twisted wildly enough after being pushed to the ground to land on all fours. From that level, he could still see that people were now watching, and that his opponent backed up again…
He let out a frustrated grunt.
He didn't want to be in one of those fights. The fights where he's the one that always attacks first and the opponent just blocks his attacks then sends him back out- Over and over… He knows he's not fast enough for that. He needs to be in the other position…
“...Waiting for me to come at you again~”
He stated the obvious with a smirk, as he got up. Dust/dirt was raising from around the mound.
Not wasting any time, Ethen proceeded..
As quickly as he could possibly pull off at that moment, Ethen moved back towards Sol, going in for a kick - placing his support leg's foot outwardly to ensure maximum room for rotation in the hips and ultimately maximum torque -> power in the hit. Similar to how soccer players kick, however, his left leg would hit Sol’s like a bat since he was using the side of his leg.
Ethen did enough research to know how to make an effective kick…, he just hoped his previous words would stall his opponent's reaction time a bit so he could make this work.
If it worked, he'd have a second to connect from this kick which came from left to right, with a punch to Sol's right side, with his right arm (as in pain as it currently was from Sol's previous palm strike).
If it didn't work, he’d get mad.
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