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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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Wounds and Whiskey (Open)
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Post by Steven Rosett on Feb 24, 2015 23:56:22 GMT -5
It was the view of many in the world that when your life has become a living hell then a drink is the only thing to get you through the day. Steven was no different at least today. The last couple weeks had been a living hell as expect.
It had all started with the fight with the one arm boy, the blade being pulled out the fear pushing him to try and go to far. Only to have the make shift blade used to try and cut him open. Only to be kidnapped thrown into a sick and twisted place. To survive not because he deserved to but because he had strived in the face of fear, however he had not save the others. From there he had go on to speak to the parents of one of them. Let the know what happened, before finding out that the girl who died was the sister of the guy who had almost killed him before he was taken.
But noooo! that was not the end of the story either. Not long after that 'The Lightning Gang' was called out by member of riot, a gang with it finger in quite a few dirty pies. However while the man who spoke that day tried to speak as if he was reasonable. His offer amounted to one thing, a choice. Between kneel or be broke.
Steven had refused.
Sitting in the far back corner of a bar, Steven lifted his right hand around the glass in front of him. Bandaged fingers hurting as he lifted the glass. His other hand was in even less state to deal however as his two middle fingers were broken. Bandaged as well but together. As Steven swallowed his throat burned. Not from the whiskey, but from the fact his neck was in right state. Dark purple bruising ringed his neck. He hadn't eaten anything solid since it had been done as the pain was too great. The rest of him was battered and bruised from the wounds and blows he had taken.
Finishing the first drink, Steven looked down at the tray in front of him. Another 4 whiskey and cokes lay there. And Steven would grab the next one and start drinking it. Planning to dull both the pain, and his current contempt for the world.
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Post by Mr. A on Feb 28, 2015 22:10:26 GMT -5
Takehiro was dealing with political stress as of late, taking care of many issues regarding the Reform Act, which he was spearheading. Like anyone else, his method of coping was to drown everything out with liquor. He'd recently opened up a tab here, and the bartender knew him pretty well, so it seemed like the logical place to go. The giant walked into the bar and slammed down $100, pointing at the ceiling and twirling his index finger. The bartender simply nodded, and the giant looked around the place to find an empty table, or a lost soul he could share his woes with.
Eventually, Takehiro's eyes would fall upon Steven Rossett, a man he knew simply by his file, and nothing more. A mental shrug was all the man would give before walking over to Steven's table.
"Rough week?" he asked plainly, taking a seat. He didn't really care if the guy had a problem with it - they were just two people who needed to dull out the world for a little bit. "You're not exactly old enough to be here, but I suppose most of the occupants are probably rather young."
Within moments, a woman would walk up to their table and set down a tray fill with tons of cups, each of which seemed to be a different, strange color. They were all random concoctions Takehiro asked for when he really wanted to get fucked up, and he figured now was as good a time as any. He took his first cup and downed it in a couple of seconds, and then waited to see if the man was going to talk or not.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Mar 1, 2015 1:29:24 GMT -5
Steven would look up from his drink and his woes, at the older man that had spoken. Without asking he would join him without asking if Steven didn't mind. Steven would note the large selection of drinks that the man had put down in front of him. Steven prefered to stick to what he knew.
"Try life."
Steven said at the man, downing the last of the second drink without any hesitation. It was true, not kust recent events. The past also was bad, the near death scar left in his back, the father who had disowned him afterwards.
"You're are wrong though, I just look young for my age."
Steven would lie. Not knowing that the man would know him and his age from the school file. The lie simlly to hide his connection to the school, which had become a source of problems for him.
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Post by Mr. A on Mar 2, 2015 1:11:03 GMT -5
Takehiro grinned. Evidently, this guy did not want it to be known who he was, so the giant wasn't going to push it. People had their ways of coping, again, and Takehiro had no reason to be pushy about the law in this particular occasion.
"Y'know, if you want to get fucked up, experimentation always helps," the man laughed, downing about six shots in rapid succession. "But I feel you... Life has been rough for a lot of us lately. It's never fun." He shuddered a bit as the concoction was a little harsh on his throat, and he struggled to actually get it down. But, he would manage. He wasn't typically much of a drinker, but... well.
"Sometimes it feels like we can't control a damn thing."
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Post by Steven Rosett on Mar 4, 2015 16:00:47 GMT -5
Steven would watch the man as he spoke, downing shot after shot. He would cringe at the sight of it. While Steven was downing his drinks, they took time to do so. How much alcohol had the man just drank in the space of a few seconds. Rolling his eyes Steven would down the next of his whikseys before speaking.
"And so we cope by stuffing our systems with something that take are control away even more."
Steven would say, it was odd that people did, and Steven was no different right now. Life had bend him over and taken him hard. Without a choice, control over his life had started to spiral out of control. So here he was, injured, in pain, and drinking away the thoughts. Maybe he would forget, but he doubted it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 14:48:39 GMT -5
Tayokina flashed his fake ID upon the bartenders face, then asking for a whole bottle of whisky, he then slid his bills across the table and opened the bottle, it was a small flask sized bottle, he took a swig then looked to his right where he saw to people chatting to each other. "Fucking casual pricks" he muttered loud enough for them to hear.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Mar 11, 2015 15:13:04 GMT -5
Steven would look over to the voice of the newcomer, and the insult. Steven at first would not directly rise to it. However he would down the last few of his drinks in quick secession. Before standing up and walking over to the guy.
"Shut up man, I've had a shit enough week as it is."
Steven would say at the guy, thrusting a finger in his face before pushing pass and heading for the bar, and more drinks.
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