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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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Rhythms in Combat [Aaron / Open]
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Feb 23, 2015 13:33:54 GMT -5
In the pure speed of that instant Aaron felt the tightening of his arms with his shirt pulled up and off. Still, he had the grip. Problem was, he now had no leverage. So, as she tried to flip backward he would spin, jerking her body forwards harshly. He'd turn and hurl her again- though with less power, he aimed for the ground this time so she would go skittering.
Then, he'd rotate his arm and pull backward, untangling his arms as tossing his shirt off to the side. His large frame tilted as he stretched.
This would be a good fight.
He walked toward her, hands coming back up. His left hand was open, forward and to the left of his face. His right was in a fist down and to the right of his chin. Once close enough he'd aim a sharp right jab for her, making sure to be aware for when she moved.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 10:59:36 GMT -5
The blonde sucked in a sharp breath as she was cast away, and rolled and twisted back up to her feet with a quick handspring after her initial meeting with the ground. She was quick to reassume control of her body, and turned to face Aaron.
She let loose a slow exhale as he pulled his shirt off, and lightly rolled and stretched her limbs while waiting. She was closer to the wall, now, which was good. And there was a fine sheen of sweat upon her brow. Also good. As Aaron advanced she stepped back with her hands open and guarding her center line, seeming to slightly favour her left leg. Directionally, it made her curve more towards the wall but she would come to correct that as Aaron came in range for his jab, moving parallel along it rather than towards it.
The difficult part of this was, of course, that she had to worry about his legs, for they had more of a range than his reach. So, as he threw the jab, she pushed backwards, forcefully, off her right foot, and would quickly backpedal out of both his reach and range, not immediately stopping as chances were very likely he would be naturally inclined to pursue with his target having been so close.
Which was the point.
And now they were moving towards the wall at a small angle, once again, in the borderlands of around five to ten feet from it
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Feb 24, 2015 11:26:10 GMT -5
As she took off, Aaron would follow, though not blindly despite how it looked. He knew she was luring him in- why else would he be able to see her movements and even follow. He knew she was moving toward the wall, hoping to corner him and deal some damage up close in a fashion that would be difficult to respond to. He knew she wanted him out of his base, making sure he couldn't time he movements, it would be all speed. He knew all that.
He just didn't care.
Not that he didn't see her as a threat- he did. He just wanted to see what she had, and what she could do. She was fast and agile- but technically, she had yet to do some serious damage because she was feeling restricted. He wanted to fall right into her trap just so she COULD really hurt him. Make him feel the pain and show him what she was made of without restrictions.
He would follow, apparently blindly, grinning in his head.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 14:25:29 GMT -5
The blonde kept well out of range this time, her steps quickening to give her an edge. It looked like it was working, but she wasn't sure how well. He was plenty experienced in combat, and she tried to not have a habit of underestimating people, besides.
Still, she would take the presented opportunity.
Kyrie shot back another few quick steps and then reversed the motion to explode forwards, leaving a bit of broken grassy earth in her wake. She aimed for the wall, leaped, and kicked off it. Her body twisted, turning, legs tucked up and in to her chest to fully sail overtop Aaron's head, the arc high, rather than low and long for distance. As she came down, her legs extended, now facing Aaron's back thanks to her mid-air twist.
She landed, lightly, on the balls of her feet, her legs bending naturally so she was in a crouch—and then she exploded.
Again.
Kyrie drove her right shoulder against the back of Aaron's left knee as she drove herself up and forwards, using momentum and her own unfurling body to drive him to fall forwards, face first into the ground. Her right hand looped around his left shin so he hopefully wouldn't be able to easily break away, but also to help with control, using her exhale to help with the exertion.
She didn't think he would smack into the wall - and in fact she wasn't trying to make him - but he would probably be angled towards it, still.
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