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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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Everyone's a Critic [ "Knuckles", Open ]
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Post by Alice Chaulet on Dec 10, 2014 4:16:55 GMT -5
[ OOC: So yeah, after Knucks replies people can jump in if they want. ] It was cold outside. Very cold outside. Much too cold for Alice's liking. And as much as she hated the thought of having to eat in with a bunch of hooligans in a filthy cafeteria stained with food and blood smears, she just couldn't stand just how cold it was. So Alice went into lunch already in a bad mood, knowing that her cute outfit was most likely going to get dirtied by just sitting on one of the cafeteria stools. And then it happened. Alice, with her cylindrical, steel bento box in hand, stopped dead in her tracks upon finding a very odd, spray painted symbol on the floor underneath her. At least it was dry so it wouldn't ruin her shoes, but what was this?! Was this supposed to be art? It just looked like something some stuck up, pretentious goth kid would draw on their binder! A grim reaper?! SERIOUSLY?! So overrated. So unoriginal! Even if it were a Halloween decoration Alice would've refused to accept it! Her cheeks puffed up in frustration. Even if it was a garbage floor being defaced, the person who'd spray painted this could've been creative about it! Well, luckily for him or her, Alice just so happened to dabble in the art of doodling in her spare time! She was going to do this poor soul a favor and make this crude piece of crud into a true work of art! Alice just so happened to be carrying a can of spray paint she intended to use for an art class project! So she reached into her bag, shook it a bit, and then uncapped it. Soon the Grim Reaper in the middle of the symbol was gone. It's face had been completely defaced as a badly drawn smiley face was sprayed over it. And then Alice moved on to fixing the lighting of this piece! And by "fix the lighting", I mean randomly spraying paint over places where she figured there should be shadow. Soon the symbol was almost unrecognizable. A complete and total mess. A true work of modern art. Now that Alice had a go at it, it surely belonged on a wall! |
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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 10, 2014 20:32:20 GMT -5
Out of simple curiosity, Knuckles had decided to swing by the cafeteria to check on the symbol he tagged there the other day. By know it was likely that a large portion of the students body had seen the reaper already. Austin half-expected the cafeteria to be repainted already, but when he arrived on scene it was clearly still there.. Sort of.
Those hazel eyes looked from the symbol, toward the female standing right next to it, clearly wielding her yellow spray paint. The blond haired teen had no clue who it was, but it seemed she had not appreciated his work of art as he did. His hands would lift and brush his fingers through his slicked back hair, his words sounding out as he approached the girl casually from behind.
"Aww, C'Mon.. Really? I spent a whole.. ten minutes.. on that thing. What gives? Afraid of death?"
A small chuckle would escape the gang leader as he looked the female over, his hands dropping down to rest at his side's before he returned his attention back toward the Apex Warrior logo. He was a little irked, but what would he do? He could slap her face off, but beating up girls wasn't exactly his style. While he followed few rules, beat women was something he refrained from.
"I think you owe me a name, and an apology. ...Maybe even a date."
Was he joking? Partially. Austin would continue to stare at the female. He wasn't sure how she would react to his commentary, but it wouldn't surprise him if she reacted violently. This place was full of people like that. His arms would cross below his chest as he awaited her answer.
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Post by Alice Chaulet on Dec 10, 2014 23:03:34 GMT -5
Alice had just finished, and had taken a step back to beam proudly at her handiwork. And as luck would have it, the owner of the original piece came to speak to her directly! What a treat! had he come to thank her for fixing his super pedestrian artwork?
... No, no, it didn't seem that way at all.
Alice's smile quickly turned upside down, and the sparkle in her eyes was replaced by a glint of irritation. Alice turned to face him completely, pointing her spray paint can at him as she singled him out directly.
"Excuse me? An apology?! Why should I apologize? You should be thanking me for fixing such an embarrassing piece of garbage!" Alice huffed, filling her chest with hot air as she berated the tall male in front of her. "And no wonder it was so bad! Ten minutes?! Didn't anyone tell you that a good work of art takes at least an hour to make?! If anything you owe me for taking time out of my lunch time to help you!"
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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 11, 2014 0:03:29 GMT -5
Austin was a little surprised by the girl in front of him. He was actually a little speechless. She seemed like she honestly thought she was doing the right thing. Or she was just really convincing. Regardless, Austin didn't really care that much about it. The message was already seen, more would come later on.
"My grand mother barks louder than you.. and she's DEAD. I think she could even one up your pre-school level art skills too."
Those pearly whites would show as he cracked a little bit of a smile. This girl, whoever she was, seemed a little out there. Maybe even bi-polar, considering how quick she switched moods. However, he was sure there were more buttons he was about to press.
"Man.. Pms much? All I did was ask for an apology or a date, and you have to go fly off your rocker."
Austin secretly braced himself for what might come next. After all, girls usually didn't like those kind of comments. They seemed to get all angsty when you mentioned their menstrual cycles. Austin sometimes fails to think before he speaks, on occasion.
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Post by Alice Chaulet on Dec 15, 2014 7:45:25 GMT -5
Psshhh! "Pre-school level art skills"? Clearly this boy had never seen true artwork before. Definitely quite uncultured, this one. Alice crossed her arms with a huff, flicking her head to the side as she stuck her nose in the air.
"Exactly the point!" Alice snapped back. "As I clearly stated before, there is no reason I should apologize! I was doing you a favor. And instead you come out and call my skills 'pre-school level'? The nerve! As if I'd ever want to go out on a date with someone so rude! 'PMS'... HA! You're just jealous of my superior artistic abilities!"
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