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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 Deleted on Dec 10, 2014 12:53:29 GMT -5
Phoebe opened the door, keys jangling as she freed them from the keyhole. She didn't know if Allen was here, or if he went out and she beat him home. All she knew was she was hurting. And tired.
Walking home had been a chore. Her face still probably looked pretty bad. She tried to stand straight and tall and not limp, so that and keeping a wary eye out took up all her focus.
She locked the door and began to climb the stairs, intent on stuffing her gifts into the bowels of her semi-messy closet. As she climbed, she contemplated. The house really was too big for two teens. But it afforded them space and a sort of assurance they wouldn't be attacked by students, where they had no such thing like that in the dorms.
Still...if those thugs managed to follow her here...they weren't safe.
Would it be better to move?
She stashed her cache and closed the door with a wince...and then toddled to look for Allen. But she wanted a little bit more pain killers, too. Maybe another 200mg. Painkillers first, she decided, and slipped into the bathroom to grab and use some of the tap water to swallow it before she started at her brother's room.
"Allen..?"
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 10, 2014 23:27:01 GMT -5
Allen was indeed in his room, having been watching TV. He was sleeping now, and had not heard her come in, but his dreams were not the kind that you enjoyed.
"You killed him. I...can't stand to be around you right now."
Allen couldn't speak. He just sat in the chair, watching Aaron as he spoke. His brother was much older than the rest of them, and had been around his age when their father died. Now, the eldest Hollows had lines in his face from stress and knowledge and age, and was looking at him coldly, blaming him for everything. He wanted to call out, to tell him it couldn't be his fault, he was just a child...but his brother still just turned and walked away into the darkness.
Off to the side stood Phoebe, smiling at him while he watched her. He turned away, and saw a mirror, which showed her behind him, letting her smile fade into a clear look of resentment. One that told him she hated having to baby him and look after him all the time. He snapped his head back to her to see her humming and sweeping, but he knew, or thought he knew how she felt.
"Allen...?"
He woke with a start, coughing a little from the deep sleep and turning his eyes to the door.
"Yup, I'm here Bee."
Why couldn't he shake that look?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2014 23:31:50 GMT -5
"Oh man, I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"
Phoebe's eyebrows drew together in concern as she stepped into his room, her hand coming up to mind her cracked ribs. Her expression was ironic. Allen's would likely mirror it in about two seconds, once he woke up enough to notice the bandaids and generally roughed-up appearance of his older sister.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 11, 2014 0:01:16 GMT -5
He sat up, in his boxers, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It was probably around 10:30 in the morning on a Sunday, and Allen loooved to sleep in just like any other fourteen year old his age. He yawned and shrugged.
"It's okay. I should probably get up anyway. I have some homework due tomorrow."
He stood, and would grab a pair of pants to pull them on before taking a gray sweater and pulling that on as well. He turned to look at Phoebe, an immediate frown creasing his face.
"Hey....what-? Are you okay?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 0:12:30 GMT -5
"Mmm, should we have some breakfast, then?" She quietly asked, watching as he moved about, gathering his clothes. She gave a slight smile at his question, her eyes softening. But she didn't wilt with the lingering pain and discomfort.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Saya patched me up. I was jumped on the way back home by five guys...and I'd be worse off if I hadn't run into Saya to begin with."
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 11, 2014 0:33:09 GMT -5
"WHAT!?"
He rushed forward, aiming to take Phoebe's arm and lead her into his room to set her on the bed. He would look over her bruised and bandaged face, eyes full of concern.
"Where are you hurt? We should get you to a doctor...."
Allen could feel anger welling up, but kept it in check. He would deal with this, in time.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 0:39:18 GMT -5
Phoebe let out a tiny chuckle, but stopped quickly. That hurt. Still, she let herself be ushered over to Allen`s bed and slowly sat down, using her free hand to plant against the mattress before easing herself down.
"Ah...a couple cuts on my face. Bruising. Cracked ribs. Saya gave me a tensor bandage for them... I really don't need to go to the doctor's Allen." She veeery gently lifted her arm and curled it around his shoulders for a half-squeeze, even though she really just wanted to give him a full-on hug.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 11, 2014 0:46:54 GMT -5
"Bee...you have broken ribs. We need to get them looked at. You're hurt..."
Now, his inner child came out. Tears were welling on his face, which he quickly wiped away. His sister had gone downtown, alone, and was now beaten to all hell. If he found out who did it he would make sure they drank from a straw clean through the new year.
"I should have been there with you. We could have taken them out..."
Still, he was appreciative to Saya for helping. He would have to tell her as much once he saw her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 0:56:54 GMT -5
"Hey, heeeyyyyyy, it's okay, Ali. I'm okay. Just super sore. They're only cracked, not actually broken. I'm gonna be back to a hundred percent in a couple weeks, okay?"
Oh yeah. Big sister could hear those tears and the fact he was upset, and sought to reassure him. It was really sweet and touching that he was getting worked up.
"We totally would have, Allen. Absolutely..! But we sent all of them to the hospital, anyway. They're much worse-off than I am. Don't stress about it. I'm back. I'm okay. Don't worry."
She reached up and tenderly ruffled his hair.
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 11, 2014 1:08:41 GMT -5
He would step back a little, staring wide-eyed as he cut off his sadness and wiped his eyes, taking deep breaths. He would not be babied.
"If something ever happened to you....I'd be alone, Bee. You have to be more careful."
He didn't really know where to direct his anger.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 1:15:31 GMT -5
Phoebe drew the corners of her lips back in a straight line, into her cheeks. She watched him a moment...then sighed, just a little bit, but obviously deflated.
"Yeah... Yeah. I guess I will, huh..? I'm sorry for worrying you, Allen."
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 14, 2014 5:56:37 GMT -5
He was silent for several moments before asking the question he hoped she wouldn't see the intent behind.
"Where were these kids that attacked you? What part of town? I just...want to be able to avoid it. Just in case."
He hated lying to her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2014 0:25:18 GMT -5
Phoebe looked at him, blinking. She knew he was upset...but something didn't seem right. And even though she didn't know what, it made her edgy.
"Promise you'll stay away from them... But, I was...picking up something, and it was just after that small book outlet... I think it was York's Books. I was coming back home, didn't get groceries like I wanted to, either..." She mumbled most of it, but pointed at him. "They're in the hospital, now, anyway."
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Post by Allen Hollows on Dec 15, 2014 1:17:23 GMT -5
Allen would turn when she gave him the info, having said nothing when she asked him to promise not to go, and would walk out of the bedroom, grabbing his coat off the rack. He grabbed a bat from the hall closet and headed down the stairs. He would be out the front door in mere moments!
'Nobody fucks with my family.'
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2014 1:31:21 GMT -5
For a moment, Phoebe stared, eyes wide, as her brother left. Then with a grunt and gasp of pain no more than a few seconds later, she was pushing herself down the stairs, and trying not to fall.
And stumbled.
And clutched at the railing for support with another gasp - another mistake - in her haste to try and get to him before he could make it out the door. Getting her feet under her, she managed the last three stairs with no incidents and would try to stop Allen.
"Allen! No!"
Her ribs were screaming...and she didn't want to focus on them, but she was pretty sure she was seeing dark, squiggly lines in her vision.
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