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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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Kick Off (Open. FIGHT ME!!!1!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2014 17:51:08 GMT -5
So this was Public High School 552, huh? Noelle, or "Viper" as her former gang pals had nicknamed her, had to admit the place was bigger than she imagined. Her lips curved into a smirk. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't excited. The people who sent her here for correction or whatever informed her pretty well about the place. It seemed like the perfect little playground for her!
And it certainly beat a jail cell. Cells were tiny and there wasn't much to do in there all by her lonesome. But here? Oh god, the possibilities were endless.
Viper tugged at the collar of her crimson shirt, straightening it out underneath the form fitting black jacket she was wearing over it as she strolled her way around the courtyard between 552's two buildings. Viper stretched her arms over her head and tilted her neck to the side, inhaling some of that crisp, morning air before letting out a quiet grunt as she tried to loosen herself up. A few popping noises came from her joints.
Damn.
She still couldn't move the way she wanted. She'd been in quite a scuffle with law enforcement not that long ago. It was one of the events that led to her ending up here. And her against several well trained police officers? She'd taken quite a beating from them. Which was entirely her fault. She had multiple chances to quit. Refused 'em all. Even when she was bruised, battered, on the ground, and had a broken arm and leg. It wasn't her brightest moment.
And now she was barely functioning at half her usual ability.
It was a shame, but Viper wasn't about to let that stop her from getting a taste of what this school was like. Probably wasn't the best idea given her condition, but hell, she couldn't resist. And this courtyard felt like a good place to romp around! Viper leaned back, her chest puffing up a bit as she inhaled a gigantic amount of air, and then...
"HEY! SOMEONE FIGHT ME!" she belted across the courtyard, her demand echoing throughout the little green area. Hopefully someone would respond. She wasn't rude about her request, after all!
Or would she need to do something a little more flashy to get some attention? She wouldn't mind doing that either.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 8, 2014 22:19:51 GMT -5
Steven was calmly sitting around in the courtyard, lazying around as if school didn't matter to much. In his hand a book as was normal. Today it was a science text book, he happened to be reading just for the fun of it, that he had borrowed out of the school library. It was a unnatural peaceful day, he thought to himself. As if his thought, had jinx the world just as well as if he had said them aloud it was then it happened.
"HEY! SOMEONE FIGHT ME!"
The voice boomed across the courtyard, filling the air to the extreme and shocking Steven from the suddenness and loudness of the demand. He fumbled the book, darting hands trying to catch the thing, instead knocking upwards, to be fumbled a few more times before his fingers finally managed to clasp round it and prevent it hitting the ground. "What the hell?" Steven asked no one, in a low mutter and getting to his feet and turning to look at the source of the order.
However no one answered the call, here people seemed to either ask politely for a bout. That or they just went and started a fight, even though doing so without the consent of both parties was against the rules. Steven's eyes found the owner of the voice and looked them over. Analysing them coldly. There posture and just how forceful the demand had been made Steven thing that if someone didn't accept soon that she would indeed turn around and force her desire for on violence even if they didn't want it.
Steven would start to approach, putting the book away and stretching out as he made his way towards the women. If he could somehow managed to prevent someone getting hurt, by taking the women up on her demand he would do so. "Hey Sure. You know the way things work here right? No serious injuries, or the pillar get involved and then we'll both be in trouble." He called out, ditching his jacket and the book inside the large pockets, to the ground. "So first to 3 falls, and you calm down for the rest of the day. Sound good, I'd rather get back to my reading in peace." Steven would suggest. He didn't know if the women would go for the structured bout. Fighting for no reason was normally his thing, but he considered this a preventive method.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 1:48:57 GMT -5
"H'oooooh?~" Viper purred, her eyebrows perking up as she turned her attention to the one person to answer her call. Guess she wouldn't have to make much more of a ruckus. Good! She had more energy to spend on her fight! Still, as thrilled as she was about someone answering her call, she wasn't too keen on the terms her opponent had suggested for the match.
"No serious injuries? That's no fun," Viper pouted, crossing her arms. "... Eh, whatever."
Viper put her right foot forward, hands up and palms facing outwards as she narrowed her crimson gaze, fixing it on the boy. Her smirk returned. There was no way in hell she was going to calm down for the rest of the day, but there was no way she was going to admit that. No reason for him to know, after all.
And with that, Viper's eyes suddenly widened as she launched herself at her opponent. Flying through the air, the red head spun in the air as she bent her left leg, blasting a roundhouse kick at the boy's neck. Should Steven have enough endurance to tank her attack, she could send her right knee into his jaw in response, plowing it into him as she flew forward.
But if he dodged or ducked?
Simple. She could just go through with the movement, kicking out with her other leg and hooking it at her opponent's head. She'd be looking over her shoulder for a split second before kicking at him, giving her the little time she needed to aim her attack, be it low or off to the side. Even if she missed, she was flying through the air at full force. That'd put plenty of distance between her opponent and herself should her reckless move whiff.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 9, 2014 8:31:29 GMT -5
Steven noticed the displeasure at the idea of fighting without injuries being involved. Seemed he had been right that this girl was one that want to hurt someone. Well lucky for anyone else, if he lose he would be the one to get a kicking. Then she charged and leap at him leading into a kick.
Steven head would move back and his back would bend leading to have the leg scythe pass in front of his face. Steven would carry on moving though, his back bending more his hand touching down, and bent so low the women second attempt to kick would fly pass overhead as well, followed by her going straight over him.
Steven's legs would leave the ground shortly after and he body would spring up and over, turning the dodge that had avoided the women path, into a back flip to which, he used to follow her, and he landed on his feet.
Carrying on with the monument of the flip he would make a hop of a quick step back and turn, Pivoting-on his left leg while, putting himself in range of the women he turned the spin of the turn into more force, and right leg would swing out into a roundhouse low kick, on the outside of her ankle from behind. Planning to cut short any attempt for the women to right herself completle after landing, and take both her legs out from underneath her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2014 16:59:10 GMT -5
Oh no, a sweep! However would Viper survive such a vicious attack?!
Back flip!
With Viper, there wasn't much of a difference between hands and feet. The two were almost completely interchangeable in a fight to her. Sure, Steven's kick connected, but Viper's hands were there to break the fall and keep her balance. And at the same time, she counter attacked. The girl's left foot went rocketing towards Steven's jaw as she flipped backwards, being quickly followed up by her right. But her right foot wasn't directly aimed at Steven's jaw like her left was. Wanna guess what it was aiming for?
The answer was the heel of her left foot.
See, if Steven tried to catch or block her initial, left kick, her right foot would hammer into the back of her left foot, increasing the amount of force and pretty much hammering through his defense. It was like pounding a nail with a hammer. One way or another, if Steven went for a parry, he was going to get a nasty surprise. And potentially knocked out, given how hard Viper hit. She wasn't exactly slow either. It would all happen within a fraction of a second.
Of course, getting out of the way was another option. And in that case, Viper's back flip would turn into more of a cartwheel, putting her back on her feet. Their positions would be reset.
Either way, Viper was grinning the entire time. She was having a fucking blast.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 12, 2014 17:37:39 GMT -5
Steven saw the first leg coming up, impressed to see someone who like him would try and turn such a fall into an attack. Steven however would simple hop back just a little, out of the range of the foot, while his hand would come across planning on pushing the leg through and taking control of the flip making it harder for her to land correctly.
There he was shocked by the second leg, and it instead would slam into the back of his arm, and Steven would rip his arm away as quickly as he could, so that his arm wouldn't become trapped between the women's legs. His forearm stinging, Steven would testing his arm, and flex his fist as the women finished the flip and landed to her feet. It seemed he wasn't the only acrobat here, and one of them her, was wearing what he would have called a unsettling grin.
Steven would smirk back. Steven would shift his stance, so that his right leg faced her. She was fast and strong, that kick had hurt, but all he had to do was outmanoeuvre her and predict her action well enough for a decisive blow. Steven eyes would study her, the positions back to what they had been. Steven waited for the attack, planning already possible ways to counter.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2014 8:08:08 GMT -5
Pushing her leg wouldn't do much to throw off her landing. Going with the flow was Viper's thing, after all! In both the philosophical sense as well as a combat sense. Turning, circular motions, she wasn't any stranger to those. And experience always told her it was better to go with a motion rather than fight against it. Viper just turned on her hands, her palms rubbing against the ground as she landed softly on her feet, resetting her position.
"... This is fun~" She purred, licking her lips as she narrowed her crimson gaze, locking onto the boy in front of her. This was starting to amuse her. She'd never gone up against someone who used a similar fighting style before.
What a nice little treat on her first day!
Baring her teeth as her lips stretched into a wide, hungry smirk, Viper's eyes widened as she pushed off the ground, making a mad beeline towards her opponent. Viper quickly bent her right knee, locking eyes with her opponent as her smirk widened. She raised it high, leaning back a bit, feinting a high kick, only to blast her foot downward at an angle, aiming the heel of her foot at the boy's shin. It'd either keep him off balance or possibly throw him off.
And it didn't end there.
Viper had a decent knowledge of Taekwondo under her belt too. And you know those back kicks? They hurt. And one was heading right for Steven's torso. All it took was a quick switch of the feet. Her right leg pulled back as her left took off and her hips turned, sending her other foot right at his body.
Two kicks in less than a second. Acrobatics weren't this girl's only tricks.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 15, 2014 16:51:31 GMT -5
(OOC: Okay seriously you use the same feint I was planning to do if you waited for me to attack instead. What are the chances.)
After a brief pause, a statement of enjoyment and a twisted grin the girl charge yet again. Steven was already lowering his stance as she came in, already planning a counter attack of his own. As the feint came up, Steven went even lower into his crouch planning to have it to sail over his head, only for the girl to drop the leg instead and aim the kick towards his shin.
What on earth, that was the same as one of the feints he use. The way she went to do it was slightly different then him in the deliver but the spirit behind the feint was the same. That was why Steven already low, was able to stick a hand out towards the kick as it came in. Steven open palm being slammed into by the girls leg. The power behind the kick itself actually hurting his hand once agian, and really making him wish the he had worn some form of gloves, but he couldn't stop.
Steven's fingers would try and lock themselves around her shoe, but she was already brining the leg away, her other leg coming in fast. Already low, Steven pretty much let himself go limp. So that his legs went out from under him and he felt to the floor. It was a slight pain on his back but it meant the second kick grazed into a shoulder rather then taking him straight to the chest.
It was at that point Steven muscles would go back into working. Legs coming up and firing out like a spring. Bringing his body back up off the floor, like a curved arrow. His feet would and his entire weight behind them would be aimed towards the girls hip as she landed from her the back kick. In an attempt to force her to back off. At the point off the ground and falling again, his hand would shot out and he would land going in to a backwards roll back to his feet.
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