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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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What's My Age Again? (Alison)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2015 3:24:15 GMT -5
It was a rather cold night in New York City, but that was out on the streets. Within the walls of a little hole-in-the-wall club, Rhett could be found downing his third vodka cranberry at the bar. He was trying to enjoy a night out on the town without having to 'work' or really put forth much effort. He'd just had one of those days that leaves anyone wanting to do nothing but drink and listen to some good tunes.
A local band called Playdough Pirates were playing covers of nineties hits, and it had attracted quite the crowd for such a small establishment. Everyone wanted to get as close to the stage as possible, so that left the bar with plenty of space, and a few open stools. Rhett happened to be sitting near the wall, with the two seats to his left open.
As far as he'd planned, it was gonna be an easy night. His fake I.D. was flawless, and it helped that he looked a bit older than he actually was. Signaling to the female bartender, he'd point down to his drink with a glare before turning to lean his back against the wall next to him. He closed his eyes and listened to the above average attempt the band made at covering 'Creep', letting the alcohol he'd already consumed course through his system.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2015 3:33:56 GMT -5
It was night and Alison was already drunk. She was giggling like an idiot not really justified by her eccentric pink hair that was falling from her originally a bun, and she was just pissed off her face, bumping into people and then saying sorry and telling them her whole night's journey of how she got drunk. A band was playing in another pub and she had immediately had her eyes on the set.
There was no course to where she was going and it seemed to her like what she has been doing ever since getting to the US was getting herself into a huge mess of problems that she had thought she'd ran away from.
She was wearing a long blue chiffon skirt and a jacket to cover her from the chill. She was bare footed, having wearing heels before but since they had hurt her feet she'd taken them off and now she doesn't even know where she was going nor does she know the fate of her shoes. Oh well, they were cheap heels anyway.
She stumbled over to the bar and took the microphone off the singer and started singing.
"Do you want to build a snowman?" Then with eyes wide and full of wonder she whispered, "It doesn't have to be a fuckin' snowman yo."
The crowd cheered, they seemed to love her, and she pranced around the stage, making out with everyone in the band before she hopped off and leaned on to the bar.
"Mate, I'm so drunk" She said to the person next to her, didn't even know who he was, but he was drinking cranberry vodka. She hated cranberry vodka. It was a bad experience where she wished she could just wipe out her taste memory.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 3:35:05 GMT -5
Rhett's attention would shift to the overly intoxicated pink haired woman as she stumbled onto the stage. He'd shake his head in annoyance before she even took the microphone to interrupt the song with her slurred rendition of a terrible Disney tune. Why was it that whenever he wanted to have a peaceful night out, someone had to come around a ruin it? Oh yeah, there's that thing called karma that people spout on about. Maybe it was worth looking into...
He'd be pulled out of his thoughts as the same obnoxious woman took a seat right next to him, and stated something that he had found to be blatantly obvious, though he'd smell her breath as she spoke just to make sure. "You don't say?..." He was being completely sarcastic, but his dry tone and stoic expression probably wouldn't have conveyed that to the drunk chick. Rhett would lazily lift his free hand and hold it in front of him. "Not sure where you got the name So-Drunk, but I'm Rhett."
She wasn't leaving any time soon, as he saw her eye his drink before she even looked at him. Some sort of suppressed drunk trigger of sort? He could only speculate, but he did a lot of that, most of which was right. Whether or not she'd shake his hand, Rhett would take a gulp of his drink as he waited for his new companion to further ruin his night. She may have been attractive, but there were plenty of cute women in the bar, and far less drunk ones.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 6:56:56 GMT -5
So he wasn't quite fond of her wild side but that was cool, Alison was too drunk to even care about other people's opinions. The band had received a whirl of enthusiasm after her coming on stage, but to her not-so-disappointment they had decided to continue the play with a slow rock song instead of an upbeat one. It didn't really matter but it would have been nice to have something where she could just jump around and be a total idiot.
Rhett extended his hand towards her and she took a moment to glance at it. After a couple of good seconds she took the hand, then pulling herself closer to him she reached out her neck and landed a kiss right on his lips.
"Alison," She replied him with a wide grin on her face.
"How's your night been?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2015 22:07:29 GMT -5
When his pink haired acquaintance finally grabbed his hand, he was admittedly surprised by the kiss that followed. She really was drunk if she was kissing random strangers, but maybe she was just like that. He didn't know, nor did he care. The kiss was fine, nothing noteworthy, but I don't think it was intended to be. She probably found him charming in her drunken stooper. That just meant he wasn't going to be rid of her anytime soon.
Taking the time to introduce hersefl properly, she'd ask Rhett how his night was going. "I've had better..." He'd say, finishing his drink before pointing to it as he made eye contact with the bartender for a moment. "... but I've had worse, too." If she was going to take up his time, he was going to at least try and make it worth his while. "How 'bout yourself? You celebrating, or trying to forget the day?" Rhett would finally turn to look at Alison as he finished his questions, those piercing silver eyes of his staring into her own.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2015 20:43:48 GMT -5
"Oh sure, everyone's had worse and better, I mean how-" And Alison had winked at the word, "is your night."
She wasn't so sure what she was trying to imply either, but she was so drunk she didn't really know what her actions or words are. Alison would probably have forgotten everything when she wakes up in the morning with a hammering headache and a familiar taste of old alcohol still lingering in her mouth.
She turned around to the bartender and asked for a pint of the sweetest cider they had on tap, he complied obediently to her wants and soon the bubbling frosted glass was on front of her. She took a good few mouthfuls of the drink and it tasted cool and sweet on her throat.
"I dare you to have a drinking challenge with me, my boy" She said to her night's partner.
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