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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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Post by Naotora Kyoya on Feb 27, 2015 19:32:33 GMT -5
Naotora was at the gym, at admittedly odd hours. Very few people were here, and the only sounds any would hear would be the clanking of metal and the strikes of knuckles against punching bags. Naotora was working on controlling her strength, so she wasn't wearing any gloves. Her hands were wrapped in boxing tape, however it was shredded at the knuckles, and covered in blood.
For the last few hours, Naotora had been doing nothing but striking at this punching bag, and it was beginning to wear out. Every so often, she would tear a whole into it, sand pouring out onto the ground and small amounts of blood flying in random directions. She seemed to pay no mind to it, however. If anything it put her into a sort of high, where it felt better to keep going than it would to stop.
Planting her right foot behind her left, she twisted her torso to the left, driving her right fist into the punching bag as hard as she could. It ripped from the ceiling, tearing where she hit it, and slid along the floor, emptying as it did. The woman stood there, panting heavily and covered in sweat.
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Post by Tara on Mar 1, 2015 18:33:45 GMT -5
(OOC Note: I was originally going to make a thread in After Hours about Tara working out with a punching bag but when I saw this topic was open and Naotora is essentially doing the same thing I was going to have Tara do anyway I decided to just post in here.)
Under normal circumstances Tara would have spent her Sunday afternoons shopping (with other people's money if she could help it) but the recent incident with the gang fight in the subway made her feel uneasy. Sure she had been saved by that nice boy but she didn't like having to depend on others, especially when it came to her personal well-being. So instead of having fun this Sunday afternoon, Tara Ganon headed for the gym hoping to get a work out in and work on building her strength.
The 14 year-old freshman was by no means a heavy weight. In fact her build and fighting style were more suited towards quick strikes at weak points, taking advantage of momentary openings and opportunities to win a fight quickly if she found herself in a fight. Even so Tara felt that her striking power could use some work and so she planned to get some work in with a punching bag.
That is what she planned to do anyway, but as she opened the door to the gym only to see the remains of a punching bag sliding to the floor nearby...it was clear the afternoon might not go exactly according to plan. As Tara looked up, following the trail of sand back along the punching bag's course she was surprised to see a fit looking asian girl. She looked about her age and height, maybe a little bit older and taller. For a moment Tara blinked, as if unsure whether or not this girl was responsible for the punching bag.
Finally Tara decided to find out in person. "That must of been one heck of a punch." she called out to the girl, stepping up onto the gym mats and making her way over. "Even so I hope you know where another punching bag can be found because I sorta wanted to use one." She hid her annoyance behind a smile, though Tara was genuinely curious about this girl.
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Post by Naotora Kyoya on Mar 2, 2015 1:21:26 GMT -5
Naotora had almost completely drowned the world out during her training. When that punching bag flew, it was like it was in slow motion for her, and she could see every drop of blood and grain of sad as it mad its way through the air. Then, at the sound of speech, her high was killed, and her eyes shot up to a smaller woman who approached.
"Ah! Sorry!" The Asian began, running up to the now empty bag. She picked it up and hurled it to the nearest empty corner. "There's a room in the back with a ton of em, if you wanted to head back there. I can show you where it's at, since I was going to head over anyway." The woman had a smile plastered on her lips, and somehow even managed to look good when she was covered in sweat and her hair was all over the place.
Assuming the girl took her up on her offer, Naotora would lead her over to the room she mentioned. They would enter through double doors, and, inside, she would see roughly twenty punching bags hanging from the ceiling, of different varieties. Some were speed bags, even. "This is where I like to spend most of my time. It just feels so good to hit something that won't hit you back! 'cuz it doesn't get offended, I mean. I don't like picking on defenseless people, totally different."
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Post by Tara on Mar 2, 2015 18:46:04 GMT -5
Tara followed the girl into the back room which was full of punching bags.
"Wow they must go through these pretty quickly huh?" she said, partially joking but also probing to see if there really were enough good fighters in the area to warrant so many punching bags.
Tara thought about what the girl said about defenseless people. "So punching the bag over and over again is like a stress reliever for you...I'm sorry I didn't get your name? My name is Tara by the way."
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