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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 19:37:30 GMT -5
Gabriella Santos, staggered through the hallways of the school. Just another day, another day of the humdrum torment that was her life. Hanging alongside the lockers, as far away from people as she possibly could. She had a lesson in a few minutes but doubted she would bring herself to go. She had no interest in learning the drivel, that education felt to her. Instead her music blasted in her ears, taking her mind off as much of existence as possible. She fought the desire to scream along as she would have done if alone and secluded, in order to not gain attention from the other students who were slowly making their way to class.
However through the music she was unable to hear her surroundings. If she hadn't had both of her ears blocked what she would have heard was the foot falls. The extremely loud and fast foot falls of a person running. She really should have learned by now to be more alert around people, especially around those her own age, who were constantly in a rush. The runner would slam pass her. Then there was pain! and then anger!
"BASTARD!"
She screamed in agony, her usable arm lashing out in a animal instinct, as she clenched her leg muscles forcing herself to remain standing. Her hand surprisingly didn't grasp at air, but through hair. Long hair, that the person had slammed into her, was trailing behind them as the ran. Gabriella fingers tangled through the strands and pulled as hard as she could. The person screamed in pain as they were dragged back spinning on the spot. However Gabriella hand had let go of the guy's hair already and was already moving. The first blow went to the face, as did a second. Her right hand repeatedly smashing into the person in a frenzy. Taken by surprise and unable to react, her blows were fast and destructive and the guy went to the ground in under 3 seconds from having been pulled to face her.
Anger fulfilled Gabriella continued to stagger onwards. However her arm burned as badly as it would when she woke in the morning and tears, unbidden would well in her eyes. Desperately she would fumble in a pocket. A small jar would be pulled out, a pill vial. Given it an expectant shake, her heart dropped. No sound came from inside the glass, she hadn't noticed earlier but no pills were inside. With a scream of no words, she would throw the pill jar randomly. Where it would violently shatter against one of the lockers of the hallway.
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Post by Areon Fury on Dec 10, 2014 22:13:34 GMT -5
Areon had been replacing his books from his locker at the time of the commotion. He had looked over when the actual punching started, but when it had ended he looked away again. However it seemed that was the best option as a scream and the sound of glass breaking. Areon's head would look to the sound of the glass, noting that it wasn't a window, then to the scream, the female in pain. He'd look to see if there was any reaction from other students before rushing up.
"Hey! Get it together! Whats wrong?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2014 22:27:53 GMT -5
Gabriella started using her right arm to pat pockets, looking for something else on her person to numb the pain, as she continued to stagger on her way groaning. She knew she wouldn't find any. As she avoided carrying her usual vices on school apart from the prescription meds, in order to avoid trouble as best she could. She would certainly have to start hiding a gram or two of weed on her just for such an emergency.
It seemed like that the rest of the people in the hallway were trying to give her room and avoid her. Having seen just how much of a hair trigger she seemed to have. Or at least at first it would seem that way at first, but someone approached her. "Hey! Get it together! Whats wrong?" They asked, however she was to irritated and distracted by pain to answer kindly. "Get away from me!" She demanded, squeezing her eyes to force tear aside and let her vision clear.
Turning her body purposely so that her bad arm faced away from the person, before reaching up with her good arm and going to push her way pass. She didn't want people concern. The pain was starting to settle from the agony of being hit to a painful but manageable throb. She still desperately wanted something to dull it but knew that wasn't going to happen.
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Post by Areon Fury on Dec 10, 2014 22:47:08 GMT -5
Areon put his hands up and waved them back and forth.
"Wow, wow. Calm down, jesus."
He could tell she was frantic and searching. Though he couldn't tell why, however her voice was pained, maybe there was more to the previous encounter than met the eye?
"Are you injured?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2014 23:03:45 GMT -5
Gabriella wasn't in the mood to explain what was wrong, but then again, she never really was. She hated people trying to understand, there pity and such things from others. As well as the idea of being ridiculed. However it seemed that the guy was asking and not leaving her alone.
"No." And technically it was true, injured implied that there would be lasting harm beyond what was normal. However her voice still couldn't mask the pain. Then it occurred to her. Getting rid of the pain was more important right now then trying to look good. "Unless you've got hard drink, some grass or something other to blow my mind. I have nothing to say." She would say secretly hoping that he did, but not expecting him to do so.
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Post by Areon Fury on Dec 10, 2014 23:33:50 GMT -5
Areon raised a brow.
"I only have some green mile, but I only got enough for three. It'll cost ya."
Areon was a helpful person, but his information network was weak. He needed more secrets. He put a hand into his jacket and pulled the j's to show, then replaced two of them. Holding the third out to her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 1:33:02 GMT -5
Pain addled and the sight of what she wanted since it had been too long since her last fix, she didn't smile but there was an upturning to the sides of her mouth.
"How much?" She would asked again patting her pocket this time going right for what she knew would be there, money. Hopefully no one saw the more then obvious display and interfered with them.
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Post by Areon Fury on Dec 11, 2014 1:36:08 GMT -5
"Not money, information. Got anything of interest to trade? Secrets either your or someone elses, are valuable."
Areon was after all, an information broker.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 1:54:23 GMT -5
Information. Who the hell asks for information for drugs, in a god damn school. She growled, but it was too tantalizingly close to ignore. The only secret she had though was her own. "Fine I have a f'ed up arm, that way i want it. Good enough, now hand it over." She had done a lot worse then tell someone that sort of thing in order to get her fix over the last year or so.
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Post by Areon Fury on Dec 11, 2014 2:00:30 GMT -5
Areon nodded and handed over the weed reaching into his pocket and pulling out and lighting his lighter.
"Its good enough information for me."
So she has an arm that gives her severe pain. She uses endorphines or other types of medication to control that pain.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 2:08:45 GMT -5
Gabriella would take the weed quickly leaning and pulling in a breath to lit it not caring that they were in the middle of school hallway or that classes would be starting soon. Now she certainly would be skipping there wasn't anyway she could turn up to class like smoking like this.
"Tell anyone needlessly and you end up like the last guy." She would threaten not whole heartily however, and glance back down the corridor to the guy who had been the cause of all this. She didn't know why the guy wanted secret but she doubted he would keep them even with the threat. With that she would turn around, and plane to leave the building from the direction she had originally came, probably to find somewhere outside to smoke and recover.
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Post by Areon Fury on Dec 11, 2014 2:26:15 GMT -5
Areon would let her leave, since there was an injured unconscious fellow near by that needed to be taken to the infirmary. However he would smile at her threat and nod his understanding. Fair trade, rules on a secret applied for any good information broker.
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