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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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The First Play[[Drama Class]]
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A true man makes his way, bearing his naked heart out to the world.
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One With the Illusive Wind
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Post by Arose Yamato on Feb 17, 2015 15:15:49 GMT -5
The older man walked around the auditorium slightly. Each of the students were split into their own activities. Some of them were actors, practicing their lines. Some of them were part of the set crew, building the set for the play. Others were part of the special effects group, working on the lighting and the sound effects. It did his heart good to see everyone working so diligently. He knew these delinquents could work well together if they just put their heads together. The script of the play was for a sci-fi, fantasy, romantic comedy, dramatic play. One of Arose's own creation actually. It featured a handsome young Space Pirate as the lead, who fell in love with a Space Princess who was in love with an equally handsome young Space Knight. And all of them were being attacked by Space Dragons and Space Ogres.
[[OoC: Capped at 8 participants. Mention what role you are in an OoC tag.]]
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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 17, 2015 15:22:41 GMT -5
[OoC: Actor.]
Macht trekked into class rather slowly, not entirely excited. His first elective class of the day, and it was incredibly eccentric. Acting was never his thing, but, eh... do what you gotta do to get them credits, right? That's what Takehiro said, anyway. Even if you hated it, just keep on going.
Setting his bag down on a chair, Macht pulled out his script and began to go over lines on his own. None of his scene partners were here, yet, so he just kept to himself. He'd rehearse his blocking with his script in hand, and it seemed that, despite him hating the class, he was pretty okay at what he did.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2015 15:25:45 GMT -5
(OOC: Special Effects)
Rhett had decided to finally take part in one of his classes. Mind you, it wasn't much of a 'class', per se, but the students were setting up for an upcoming play. From what Rhett had read of the script, it was laughable at best, so he had taken it upon himself to be a part of the special effects group. Not the leader, but more of the knowledgeable loner.
Secretly, however, Rhett was setting it up so that the lights would all go out during a certain scene, simply because of how they were positioned and how bright each one was. When all of the conditioned were met, the bulbs would all overcharge and explode violently, scaring the living shit out of a good portion of the class. It would be marvelous, but he had to wait for the time to come.
Until then, he'd simply continue placing the lights where needed, and chat with any of the other students that were helping with that part of the play. If it had been a more classical play, Rhett may have been interested in acting in the play, but alas it wasn't. So, he simply had to find other ways of enjoying himself during class time.
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I don't need a reason to protect others.
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Aggressive Pursuit
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Feb 17, 2015 16:37:53 GMT -5
(( OOC: Set Building ))
Kenji wandered into drama class. Well, it seemed like wandering from the way he walked, but he was fully aware that this was one of his chosen classes. He understood that there was to be a play, but having read the script, he saw it as being... Nuts, for lack of a better term. Not a bad nuts, but nuts that he didn't see himself being able to take seriously if he acted in it. So instead, Kenji decided to put his woodworking and woodcarving skills to use in helping with the set creation.
The easterner briefly set his bag down on a chair, then unzipped and shrugged off his high-collar jacket into his open hands. Folding it neatly, he tucked it away into his backpack, then pulled the bag back on. It wasn't that he distrusted the menagerie of delinquents and oddballs in this school, but rather that he had no reason to trust them at the same time, on top of still being a recent arrival. Rolling up the sleeves on what lay beneath his jacket - a comfortable but sharp, long-sleeved dress shirt, one with a conspiciously high collar similar to his outerwear - Kenji slipped away from his other classmates and over to a pile of lumber, setting about cutting and trimming it down while occasionally looking around.
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Everytime this world changed, I destroyed what I wanted to protect without realizing it.
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The Knight of 552
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on Feb 17, 2015 16:56:03 GMT -5
[[Set Building]]
I set my massive backpack down behind the set that I was supposed to be painting. It was off to the side of the stage. Not many people were around me. I looked around before opening my backpack up, making sure no one was watching. I smirked slightly, pulling a pillow out of my backpack. It was a plush comfortable pillow. It was also the only thing that was inside of my backpack. I would fluff it slightly before setting it against the set backdrop I should have been working on. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore everything around me and attempted to drift to sleep.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Feb 17, 2015 17:32:19 GMT -5
[ooc: Actor]
Drama class... that's not too hard right? Maybe it was one of those classes were things went smoothly and no one ended up trying to give one of their classmates a knuckle sandwich. Or not. But it was okay to hope right?
She shrugged her back pack off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground as she settled down to get a look at her lines. In her mind, the play concept was ridiculous. But classes were classes, and most of the other choices sounded tiresome.
School in general was tiresome really, but it was something that would affect her future, which meant she shouldn't brush it off.
Vivi scowled and tore off the corner of her paper, rolling it into a ball and flinging it at the wall. She really wanted to crumble up the entire thing, but seeing as she'd probably get chewed out, she settled for a small part of it.
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Post by AceTheKidd on Feb 17, 2015 17:48:47 GMT -5
[OoC: Actor]
A play? Drama class? Why not? Shiro loved being in the right kind of light and showing off his skills to adoring fans. He slid into the class scanning seeing a couple familiar faces and a couple unknowns. Shiro grabs a script and begins reading it A handsome Space Pirate Like my man Gene Starwind? Hell yeah I'm gonna shoot for the lead. Shiro feeling pumped walks over to the teacher.
"Hey there Mr.Yamamoto I'd like to be the lead. I think it'd be a great fit for me and I assure you I don't get stage fright, I've acted before as the lead of MacDeath By William ShakesAspear, and I'm very dedicated" Shiro says in a smooth voice and a nice smile hoping to convince the teacher before he even had to show his skills.
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Post by Ezra Himmelreich on Feb 18, 2015 11:00:44 GMT -5
(OOC: Set Building)
The day blows and everything sucks and so does Ezra! ... Sucking on a massive, thick,
roll of pot.
You guys were probably thinking of naughty, stuff! Ha! You're all so dirty. Anyway there wasn't much to do, or more like there was way too much to do that he doesn't really give a crap anymore. Then again he never really did give a crap for anything anyway. He wasn't even enrolled in the school, Ezra was just that person who dropped by just to cause trouble for the teachers and everyone else.
He took a long drag of his roll, knowing very well he was on his third and it was starting to get to his head. He would have gotten the meth stash he had made in the meth building class but drugs weren't really allowed in school grounds which were full of junkies. That didn't really make sense but whatever.
He just stared at everyone and giving them a creepy smile when they would make eye contact with me. What? He's not exactly himself, and hasn't been for a while now since, well, drugs.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Feb 18, 2015 11:11:22 GMT -5
[[Stagehand]]
Boy did it feel great being off crutches. Xaier still had an ankle brace on, but it allowed the young silver haired boy a whole lot more freedom to do what he liked. He was finally taking the steps to prep himself to becomes a pillar. Of course, today he wouldn't be training. He had signed up to help the Drama class out with their play.
Having entered the backroom, Xaier's emerald hues glanced about for any familiar faces. The only persona he recognized was the kid laying on a pillow near the stage set he was suppose to help out with. It was Shugo, none the less. Glancing around, Xaier would quietly shuffle toward Shugo and pull out his celebratory joint he rolled.
Lighting it up, he would cup it in his hand to try and keep it out of sight. But the smell was pretty pungent. He totally did not care though. He took a massive drag off the joint, held it in for a few seconds and then dropped himself into a crouch near Shugo's head, bent over and blew the weed smoke directly up his nose.
"Wakey, wakey. Time to bakey."
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Post by Vivi Perish on Feb 18, 2015 17:26:12 GMT -5
Vivi looked up from her papers a moment, peering over the top of them as more students filed in. First came the flirty white haired boy, Shiro, she had met in art class. Any one could tell by a single glance at him he had no shortage of self confidence. He even had the guts to waltz up to the teacher and ask for the lead role.
Next came a boy who looked a bit too old to still be in high school, smoking a roll of pot. In class...? He kept looking at the other students, giving them creepy grins whenever they happened to make eye contact.
Then a silver haired boy with an ankle brace appeared. He approached a blue haired boy napping in the corner, who Vivi recognized to be Shugo. Weird... she didn't see him there before. And as the cruel world would have it, this kid had a roll too, and puffed a bunch of smoke up the poor kid's nose. ...Nice guy.
Vivi looked around for the teacher, hoping things would get set in action soon.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 15:03:12 GMT -5
Rhett would scan over the auditorium as he got a feel for the other students that were in his class. Macht was apparently taking part in the play, which was gonna be amusing to Rhett personally, and he could see the little girl Vivi in the same group. The rest of the students were unknown to him, currently, and since they weren't working with him, he had nothing to say to them. For now, he'd remain perched on the top of a high ladder, very tempted to light a cigarette with the smell of pot filling the auditorium.
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Feb 20, 2015 2:18:51 GMT -5
Kenji kept to himself about his views of his fellow classmates as they funneled in, most of them not exactly setting about work. At least, no apparent work. It was no surprise; he was well-aware that this school was very literally a den for juvies, basketcases, thugs, and killers - although that last one was mostly based in rumors, excluding Kenji's own circumstances. Of note, the easterner observed a silver-haired boy with a blunt blowing his drug-laden smoke up another dark-haired lad's nostrils, the cycloptic blonde from his chemistry lesson, and a pale girl with a short violet mop that he could best describe as both cute and unthreatening at a glance, but upon closer inspection had the look of one who held a most intriguing and questionable past behind the locks of hair concealing her right eye.
Blinking, Kenji caught himself staring a couple seconds longer than he'd intended, and thanking his good judgment that he hadn't been working on the next hunk of lumber, decided to return his gaze to the saw and resume work. Even if no one else seemed to be doing anything terribly productive, he'd attempt to get something done, while at the same time furthering his wood-handling skills.
Don't get ahead of him on that one.
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Post by Arose Yamato on Feb 22, 2015 12:26:57 GMT -5
[[Sorry everyone. I forgot about this thread... I know not an excuse. I'll make it worth while for all of you.]] Now Arose wasn't a spiteful man. But he was a proud one. He was proud of the Yamato family lineage. They served in the Sengoku Era as strong warriors. They even trained the great Daimyo Yuy Masahiro. SO WHEN THIS KID CAME UP AND CALLED HIM YAMAMOTO AROSE'S EYEBROW TWITCHED EVER SO SLIGHTLY. He wanted the lead role... so be it. Arose's lips would curl into an ominous smile. "Of course uhh... Shiro right? Hey guys can you go get Shiro into the costume?" A two very large, muscular students would nod and lead Shiro into the back dressing room. From there, they would quickly undress him and get him into his costume. Complete with a wig that had pink pigtails. Arose would look around at the other actors and actresses. "....YOU! YOU SHALL BE MY KNIGHT!" Arose would shout to Vivi, who would also be whisked away very quickly. She would be given a suit of armor to change into. The students who took her away would step out of her changing room because they respected her privacy and shiz. This just left the Pirate.... Hmm... Arose would stare Macht in the face. He inspected the boy, tugged the kid's cheeks a little, turned his head side to side. "There's something about you.... I just can't put my finger on it, but something about you screams Space Pirate... MEN GET HIM TO THE DRESSING ROOM!" Macht would also be dragged into the dressing room. The large burly men would take Macht from zero and turn him into a hero. As they took Macht away, Arose would turn up to Rhett. "Make sure that the lights look awesome when they come in! Make it look like 'WHATTTTT! THAT'S FRICKEN BADASSSSS!'" Arose was excited. So excited... he didn't even notice that half of the students were asleep or doing drugs... |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Feb 22, 2015 23:16:33 GMT -5
It seemed the teacher was finally distributing roles. Vivi set down her papers, and stood up, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet from nervousness. Two burly students grabbed Shiro and dragged him to a changing room after Arose gave him his part, and after a while, the teacher turned to her and yelled dramatically:
“...YOU! YOU SHALL BE MY KNIGHT!”
“What the f—!” she was cut off when she was quickly dragged away into her own changing room and given her own costume. As the teacher had said, it looked like she was going to be a knight. The students had set her up with a full set of armor and everything.
It’ll be over fast… Vivi told thought to herself, I can do this…
She changed into the armor and awkwardly peered out of the dressing room. This whole operation was ridiculous, but she had to do what she could for some extra credits, right?
“God, give me patience or an untraceable hand gun…” she muttered.
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Post by AceTheKidd on Feb 23, 2015 0:22:44 GMT -5
Shiro was happy and excited to hear about being cast as a lead roll. The anticipation built and shot down in an instant as he found out the at he was going to be the cross dressing love interest. "Hmmm not what I had in mind at all" Shiro said with disappointment in his voice. "Well I guess its time to get sexy then huh?" Shiro said sarcastically.
As he's swept away from the stage Shiro is fully dressed in his "battle tunic" which just happened to be a dress for his role as a gorgeous female. His pig tails glistened in the light and when the light caught his face and the make up was flawless. "I'm still prettier than all of you hoes." Shiro said mocking himself and the class.
Shiro begins to go over his lines in the corner while he awaited instructions from his teacher who didn't seem to be impressed with his proposal at being a lead. Despite the roll feeling of having this roll dropped on him SHiro figured he'd throw it in his teachers face and make the roll amazing anyways. I guess his ass didn't lie, but he know what the hell I wanted. It doesn't matter I'm gonna steal the show and Yamato isn't gonna be able to say shit. Shiro thought to himself. When no one is looking he pulls out a cigarette and begins smoking and contemplating what his next moves were
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