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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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I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction. I'm right where I should be. Don't try and fix me..
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 8, 2014 11:49:53 GMT -5
Ahhh.. Freedom at last.
Austin had managed to jump out of class relatively easy. You'd be surprised how quickly a teacher changed their mind about going to the bathroom when you threatened to take a dump in their desk drawer if they didn't let you go. He smirked as he had left his class, and he wasn't empty handed.
This should be fun..
Today he had brought a dark grey backpack with him. With each step he could hear metallic objects in the bag clang together. He had planned this the night before, and class had just started. He had about 45 minutes or so before the bell would ring and the lunch hour would begin.
The lunchroom was his destination as well. He walked at a casual pace, and moved through the halls. Eventually he had come upon the lunchroom and those Hazel hues would glance around to make sure the coast was clear. After he felt confident, he would move toward the center of the cafeteria, and push a few tables out of the way before he dropped his bag and unzipped it.
Inside was a bunch of stencils rolled up, and a plethura of spraypaint cans. His goal today was to send a message to as many people as he could. A work of art, some would call it. Austin would get to work quickly, laying out all the stencils in which he planned to use. It would take a few minutes, but he got them in position and then grabbed for the cans of paint.
Tsssh. Tssssssssssht.
Tsssssssht. Tssssssh.
The young outlaw paid little attention to his surroundings as he defiled the center of the cafeteria floor. He had begun to form the stencil of his MC patch for The Apex Warriors. The name would be known. And eventually feared. For now, he focused on finishing his tag.
We will rise, my brothers. A rolling thunder non shall drown out.
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Post by Angel Vance on Dec 8, 2014 17:11:51 GMT -5
Angel would be walking through the halls reading a random book he had just picked up from the library. A fascinating tale of Dragons, knights, wizards, and blah blah blah, wasn't actually all that good. But it kept him occupied and that's all he was really into. He would listen to his music but he didn't want to risk running into a teacher and them take away his Mp3, that would blow.
But as he walked down the hallway back to his classroom he would hear an interesting noise. The hell is that? Is that... spray paint? Curious Angel would walk towards the noise which seemed to be coming from the cafeteria. Thats strange, no one should be here right now. I wonder if someone is redecorating, but why would they do that in the middle of school? As he came to stop at the cafeteria he would see another student in there spraying away.
"Uhm, hel-"
Angel cut himself off, should he really be saying anything to this person, this wasn't any of his business and it was probably best to stay out of it... That being said, he was curious.
"Yo, whats up?"
He would call out as he walked into the cafeteria.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 9, 2014 1:54:18 GMT -5
'Knuckles' heard the question, but the voice was unfamiliar. He wasn't sure if the voice belonged to student or faculty, nor did he really care. Instead his left hand lifted for a second, index finger extended signaling whomever it was to 'Hold on'. His right hand continued to spray at the stencils. "Don't speak. I'm gonna get mad if I mess this up.."His left hand would then drop, dipping into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Austin would lift the pack to his lips and pull out a loose butt from the pack, and light it after returning the pack to his pocket. Smirking slightly, he would duel wield the spray paint to finish. Mumbling while holding the cigarette between his lips, he would speak. "Very.. Important.. Art.. Project.."However it would only take a few more moments of spray painting before Austin would stand, and spread his arms wide. Maybe he was being a little over dramatic, but he was caught up in his vision. Or maybe the spray paint cooked him a little.  "This is going to be our new mascot.." |
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Post by Angel Vance on Dec 9, 2014 14:23:02 GMT -5
When he was told to hold on Angel shrugged and sat on a nearby table and just watched for a moment, waiting. When the guy put a cigarette in his mouth and started puffing away this intrigued Angel. Kids in this school seem to not really care about the rules, they're either all really some impressive badasses... or just stupid. Angel wanted to find out which.
When the guy stood up dramatically to announce he was finished Angel would look at the picture for a moment analyzing it. Not bad artwork but quite obviously something to school would never allow. Still, it looked cool.
"Hmmm... You missed a spot."
Angel would say not pointing anything out. He really didn't know if the man had but hey if he were dumb enough to stare at it forever then Angel would have the answer to his question.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 9, 2014 14:52:04 GMT -5
Those hazel hues would seek out the one who was speaking to him, now sitting at one of the tables, admiring his artwork. Of course, he had to throw his two cents in. Austin shook his head before taking a few casual steps toward the male and exhaling cigarette smoke.
"No.. Nope. I left that spot open so I could smash a face into it and color it that way."
Knuckles would smirk after he spoke. Of course that really hadn't been the plan, but it was a viable option should the need arise. However, he didn't plan on hurting this kid unless he had no choice in the matter. Ultimately that fell in Angel's hands. His words or actions would change the entire situation.
"I will give you some insight.. This is the reaper belonging to The Apex Warriors, a Manhattan charter motorcycle club.. And we've decided to make this place our new home."
Austin's attention would return toward his 'mural' on the floor. In a little over a half hour, hundreds of students would see this on the lunchroom floor. It would get them talking. And when the graffiti repair crew fixed it, it would only stir more speculation. Especially when they keep popping up over and over.
"Mayhem is planned. The thunder will be heard soon enough. Which side will you choose?"
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Post by Angel Vance on Dec 9, 2014 19:50:04 GMT -5
Angel contemplated the man's words nodding to them, indifferent really. He wasn't easily swayed in any direction. But this was a curious man. Definitely someone who was full of spirit. But when he finished Angel would hop off the table and wipe his hands off on his pant legs.
"Welp. That's all well and good, but I'm not one for taking sides."
He would stretch and put his hands in his pockets.
"I like sitting on the bleachers and watching the world turn. Though if I'm forced to join. I suppose we'll just see which way the wind happens to be blowing. Having friends isn't quite my thing so I try to avoid getting involved with cliques and the such."
He would look at the painting on the floor again and chuckle.
"Still not bad. Oh and uh good luck with that spot there, though I feel sorry for whichever poor unlucky bastard finds his face there. Though I wouldn't suggest doing it to just anyone, I don't like it when poor innocents get there faces shoved into the ground, and now."
He would point to the picture on the ground.
"I have a big target to keep an eye on."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 10, 2014 0:10:59 GMT -5
"Well.. I think you've already made your decision."
Austin would begin to move closer toward the person in front of him, that had so calmly dipped his hands into his pockets. Maybe he was a brave, confident fellow. Or maybe he was naive to the danger that stood before him.
"And I've made mine. I think it'll be your face I use."
His right leg would lash out as he aimed to slam it into the kid's unprotected stomach. The table behind him wouldn't make it easy for him to keep his balance if it connected flush. Regardless of whether he stood his ground or fell back onto the table, Knuckles would be following up with a right toward the kid's face.
"I got your target right here!"
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Post by Angel Vance on Dec 10, 2014 13:25:24 GMT -5
As soon as the man made a move to kick at him Angel shifted his shoulders slinging his backpack full of books off to the opposite side of the kick, lifting up a single foot allowing the weight of the bag to pull him off to the side. As soon as he landed he would roll back up into a standing position, but before he pulled his hands on his pocket he would press play on his Mp3 letting the music ring out from his head phones getting ready for the fight. This should be interesting. "Now that wasn't very nice." Angel would say as he slung off his backpack tossing it to the man in front of him after which he would charge him. Hopefully if he backpack provided a good enough distraction, Angel would slide forward with a leg sweep hoping to take the man to the ground. |
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 10, 2014 18:33:50 GMT -5
His opening attack hadn't gone as planned, but they rarely did. Austin felt his foot brush against his new target, but the brunt of the damage was lost by his opponents maneuver. However this habitual fighter was not stupid. He was able to see through the bag throw without much issue. Instead of deflecting or catching the bag, Austin would instead opt to drop low into a crouch.
Unintentionally it had put him in a pretty good position to defend against the sweep his opponent was attempting. Kicking off the ground with his feet, Knuckles would move from his crouched position, into a low flying knee. His goal this time was for his knee to collide with Angel's face, using his own momentum against him.
It was likely the boy might take the damage to his arms, if he caught sight of the knee before hand. But connection either way would cause a chain reaction it was very likely Austin would land on the kid's upper body, pinning him to the ground as Austin's hands would be used to catch himself from face planting. This exchange was heating up, the outlaw found himself excited as the adrenaline began to take hold.
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Post by Angel Vance on Dec 10, 2014 20:04:13 GMT -5
Angel saw the knee coming and reached out grabbing the leg of a table next to him pulling him to the side, not fast to avoid being unscathed though, his ear got hit pretty bad. But the his blood was pumping and adrenaline kicking in too much for him to notice how much his ear hurt. Instead he pushed off from the table away from the man back towards his art work. Finding a can of paint still laying on the ground Angel would kick it up and towards the guy hacky-sack style. He would keep his distance this time to see what the stranger would do.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 10, 2014 22:53:46 GMT -5
Austin's knee didn't land flush, but at least it had made some kind of contact. His opponent would manage to kick the table near by and gain some distance. And those Hazel hues watched like a hawk as the boy regained his foot and decided to kick one of his own spray paint cans at him.
The can would leap into the air and Austin would snatch it out of the sky like he was playing baseball. His reaction would be similar, though he believed this time he would have better results. Whipping the can back in Angel's direction was his goal, however it wasn't aimed directly for him. Instead Knuckles had thrown the compressed paint can as hard as he could so that it made contact with the floor inches in front of the boy.
The can would burst as it struck the ground, releasing a plume of black spray paint which Austin would use to his advantage. It was likely the boy would need to cover his face or risk paint in the eyes. Either outcome suited him, because it would give him precious seconds for his attack.
Rushing forward, Knuckles would take his leap of faith. Hopefully the can exploding was distraction enough. Dropping his upper body back, his legs would lift and thrust as Austin launched himself into a drop-kick, aimed to smash into Angel like a wreckingball.
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Post by Angel Vance on Dec 10, 2014 23:38:41 GMT -5
As soon as he threw the can back at him Angel was diving out of the way! When the can exploded in a plume of paint Angel would muster his strength to flip the table over to protect him as best as it could from getting any paint near him. Grabbing a nearby chair he chunked it over the table towards spot he was standing, hoping and assuming that the man's plan was to attack while Angel was blinded.
After throwing the chair Angel would lift his shirt over his nose and jump up onto then off of the table he just used as a barricade, to do a flying kick right after the chair hoping that one or both would make contact with the man.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 11, 2014 0:44:35 GMT -5
His opponent had been smart enough to move out of the way, which forced Austin to change up his attack. By the time the kid flipped the table, Knuckles had shifted direction toward him. When he saw the chair thrown, his instincts told him to sidestep. So he did. Forward and toward his right.
The chair would pass by and Austin would catch sight of Angel following behind it in attempt to surprise kick. Austin would have the advantage, having stayed on the ground. Now residing on Angel's left side, Austin's own left arm would bend and hook upward.
His goal was to wrap his left arm around Angel's leg and slam his shoulder into it as he forced his right forearm against his opponents body. Essentially Knuckles would be lifting Angel's kicking leg at the same time he torqued his body downward. The result would be this kids upper back and melon slamming into the cold, hard cafeteria floor.
It would happen quickly, and with Angel stuck mid air it was going to be hard for him to protect himself from it. The raw brutality in which Austin used often took shape in unexpected ways. This kid would learn that Knuckles wasn't screwing around.
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Post by Angel Vance on Dec 11, 2014 1:22:49 GMT -5
Well shit. Angel felt like this move NEVER WORKS... for anyone, outside of movies. But as he was being thrown Angel would attempt to rotate his leg in the mans arm forcing his body to spin to face the ground. Tucking his body he would let the throw do its job only now he was at the mans legs which he would grab, then slamming his free leg on the ground he would push off the ground squeezing the mans legs to knock him of balance and throwing him backwards this time with Angel landing on top.
If successful he would bring his free leg down as a kick aimed for the mans face!
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 11, 2014 1:41:02 GMT -5
As Knuckles was about to slam this kid like a boss, he managed to squirm around and land upon his hands. However that was as far as that was going to go. Austin used this moment to his advantage. Still holding the dude's leg, Knuckles would tug upward and his right foot would lash out at Angel's face before he would even get a chance to prepare himself for a grab.
He would practically be dangling above the cafeteria floor, and his knee would be the next thing that he would try to sink into Angel's stomach. This was going to be bloody, no matter what happened. Austin would come out on top this day. His heart screamed it to him.
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