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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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Chemistry (Class) [CLOSED]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2015 16:30:35 GMT -5
Piper walked around the chemistry room to ensure all was in order before the students began to file in. Behind the desks were small counter top-like tables, with tall metal stools set up behind them. Various lab equipment was dispersed throughout the room, along with boxes of different chemicals and substances. Basically, the room looked like one big mess, but Piper thought it looked great.
Coming to the front of the class room, she sat on top of her desk and waited for the students to arrive. At this point, she didn’t have much of a plan. Piper figured she’d just read them some stuff out of the text books, rant about certain chemical reactions, then get straight to having some fun, maybe even blow something up.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Mar 18, 2015 16:33:53 GMT -5
Vivi entered the class room and grabbed a seat, leaning forward on her desk and resting her chin on her hand. For one, she wasn’t late, and was possibly one of the first students in the class room. Maybe things were off to a good start?
Vivi glanced at the purple haired woman wearing an eye patch at the head of the room, and noted how she was sitting on her desk as opposed to behind it. Part of her wondered if this lady was really even the teacher… she looked pretty young, and wild to boot. Basically, nothing about her looked teacher-ish, but then again, this was PHS #552, right?
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Post by Steven Rosett on Mar 18, 2015 16:42:18 GMT -5
Steven would enter the class eyes falling on the teacher who sat on the desk. At first he didn't even think she was the teacher, however the they held themselves well. Noticing the patch on her face, his blood would boil for a second as it reminded him of another person. However he would ignore it and head toward the desk and take a chair next to the blue haired girl.
He would lean back on his chair, unlike her who was leaning forward on the desk. He would hold on to his desk to prevent his own chair going over backwards.
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"What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets. Fuck outta' here."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Mar 18, 2015 16:44:42 GMT -5
The boorish teenager took a chair in the furthest corner of the classroom. Today he sported his typical garb; a black sweater with a black and white collared dress shirt underneath, black loose fitting trousers, and black and white stylized Nike sneakers. Those almond iris's of his fixated on the various chemical spread laid out like an all you can eat meal course. Juelz sighed before sinking himself deeper into the chair he sat upon. This Chemistry Course threatened to be an interesting one, to say the least. It was a good thing he opted to take a seat in the back because if shit goes south and a explosive chemical reaction surfaced. Directly to his left resided an open window.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2015 17:01:50 GMT -5
Varus yawned as he entered the chemistry room, mildly surprised that the school even had enough money for a functioning lab. Sure, it wasn't as clean as the private school but it was adequate for prattling on about stoichiometry and balancing equations. Plus, he doubted that the school would let any of the psychos at PHS #552 get their hands on chemicals. It was a law suit waiting to happen.
He took a seat somewhere in the middle of the room before producing a notebook and pencil (0.5mm master race) from his backpack. At the front of the room was a purple-haired teacher with an eye-patch who looked way too young to be stuck teaching at high school. From what he knew, most teachers were those who couldn't make it as someone in their field or as a college professor so seeing her was...strange. Sure she had an eyepatch (not that he wanted to make a deal of it!), but who didn't have some sort of physical scarring these days?
Around him there were already others milling into the room, one of which included an older man from philosophy class. Fancy seeing him here. Actually, he was pretty sure that there were quite a few other people from other classes.
If he was lucky, one of them might be a competent lab partner.
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Post by Marcelis on Mar 18, 2015 17:12:53 GMT -5
**Mars checked his schedule for the third time. Chem I. Well, he can only hope from all his classes he would learn something. Art class was...enlightening and well since it was on the slip, he had to go. On the good side, maybe its a good idea to try new things, maybe get into science fairs and stuff... RIGHT! Marcelis rather play a life and death game of Twenty-one. Coming to the door, he opened it carefully and entered. From first glance he noticed a familiar face. He said nothing yet as he looked around, tables filled with stuff for experiments and the like. Well, thank god hoping for a class that didn't just give out packets. I mean if a teacher just want to give out packet and say this is their pay check, Mars might end up becoming a famous youtube rant but that digressing. He looked over to what he believed to be the teacher and noticed immediately speaking to himself. "Eyepatch? huh, army vet? Occupational accident?" **He kept his hands in his pockets as he walked through from the front of the class. He ended up passing that certain individual as he spoke in a calm and smooth voice, not loud for the rest of the world to hear. "Ready to sit with the cool kids yet?" **Walking past her, he went to the back, he threw his bag on a empty spot on the table, swinging around to get to the metal stool. Sitting he noticed to his left a guy in the corner of the room. He looked like someone he knew from his old high school. But that was another story for another day. He rested on the table himself as he awaited the class to start, and the shenanigans to begin.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2015 18:18:37 GMT -5
Piper watched the students file in, the corners of her mouth quirked up slightly in a smile. She noted the lack of conversation aside from a young man that whispered something to the violet haired girl, which made her wonder if they were tired, shy, or maybe just boring. Or bored maybe… but hopefully she could fix that. Standing up on top of her desk and shifting her weight to one hip, Piper waved at the students. “Hey guys, I’m Piper Hawthorne,” she gave a mock salute, “Formalities aren’t my strong suit, so this class probably won’t be ran the way you’re used to.” She folded her arms and grinned. “Time to start with the painfully obvious, introductions! State your full name, and one thing about yourself. Or if you feel like being mysterious you could try this…” Piper dawned an exaggeratedly dark expression and hunched her shoulders, staring at the students through her purple locks. “I’m Hawthorne…. Piper…Hawthorne…. and I like bombs…”
She straightened up and dawned her smile again.
“If you wanna be Mr. Emo Mcgee that is. So lets not do that.”
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Mar 18, 2015 18:38:49 GMT -5
Valo entered the classroom, noticing that it seemed to have started already, and he began to chuckle nervously.
"Uhm... sorry if I'm late..."
It wasn't something he usually did, be late to a class. But he had a lot on his mind lately and lost track of time. He just hoped the teacher wouldn't put him on blast or something. Taking a seat near the middle of the classroom, he didn't really glance who he was sitting next to as the teacher started with an introduction, and in turn asked for them herself. Wait, did she say bombs? Oh boy.
"My name is Valo Morei." He introduced himself first, hoping to get on the teacher's good side after his tardiness. "And I like... food, I guess."
He wasn't sure which of his hobbies was so easy to talk about openly, now that he thought about it. Crime fighting would've been weird to say.
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on Mar 18, 2015 18:46:07 GMT -5
"It's his fault I'm late."
Okay it wasn't really Valo's fault I was late. My body was so sore and aching from all of the fights I'd been in recently, it was starting to refuse to move. I did finally convince it to get to class, saying that if we weren't in class we'd probably end up in another fight. Yup... because talking to your body really motivates it to move. /shot
"I'm Shugo Yuy. I play guitar."
I would take a seat next to Valo. Chemistry class huh? I was surprised the school would even let us idiots mess around with chemicals. Hell... there was 90% someone was going to blow this lab up... #foreshadowing?
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Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 18, 2015 18:48:38 GMT -5
Macht would walk in late, maybe thirty seconds after Valo. He approached the teacher with a late pass, signed by Takehiro, and would then proceed to his seat. He got caught in a fight and needed to settle things down, so that impeded him from getting to his class on time, as the note would state.
"Macht Starke, ma'am. I like eyepatches."
For shits and giggles, the German would sit next to Steven.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Mar 18, 2015 19:24:24 GMT -5
As Macht sat down next to him, Steven would effortlessly work into his own introduction standing from his chair and moving to another one. Petty yes, but he didn't want to see next to him. It was a simple as that. If he pushed it, well Steven would leave the class, the first pillar be damned.
"I'm Steven and I think I like this chair over here."
He would say dropping into the new chair away from Macht.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Mar 18, 2015 21:52:28 GMT -5
Vivi kept silent and furrowed her brow when Marcelis whispered to her, but smirked slightly once he'd passed. Out of all the people she'd met in artistry, he seemed to have the most sense... even if he was a bit confusing. Then again, Vivi found most people she met to be confusing.
Vivi chewed her lip absent mind-edly as she listened to the other students introduce themselves, and found her self straightening her posture when Macht came into the room. Hesitating a moment, and wondering why she'd done so, she fell back into a slouch and continued to watch the other students. She was sensing some animosity between Macht and Steven for obvious reasons, hopefully it wouldn't get out of hand.
Realizing it was about time to introduce herself, she spoke up.
"Vivian Perish. I like to draw."
Not a very interesting fact to say the least, but it was the first thing that popped in to her mind. Vivi's eyes wandered to where Santanna sat near the window, and it occurred to her that if things went bad... he'd likely be the only one getting out of here without a couple scorch marks.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Mar 19, 2015 0:58:49 GMT -5
Introductions? How fitting! As the riff-raff introduced themselves one at a time, the limelight gleamed brightly on the ill-mannered teenager. He still lounged ever so lazily within the traditional plastic school chair. One arm hung over the back support while the second rested firmly between his crotch.
"Juelz Santana. And I like ass, I guess." He shrugged his broad shoulders before returning his gaze to the window which overlooked the grassy courtyard.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2015 2:56:17 GMT -5
As people introduced themselves Varus recognized a few familiar faces. Macht Starke Despicable. Vivian Perish So that's who the redhead was talking about. Steven, who he recognized as the guy from philosophy class, but not the guy just decided to act awkward as hell. Sure, Varus didn't want to be near Macht either, but Jesus. After that left the students he didn't know so well. Juelz Santana, Shugo Yuy, and some brown-haired guy who hadn't introduced himself. It seemed that most, if not all, of them were older than him which made him wonder (momentarily) if he was in the wrong class.
Ever since he entered, he'd been running into nothing but upperclassmen and teachers. Granted there was Vivian girl who seemed to be only a year older than him but looks could be deceiving. For all he knew she could have been a senior or some sort of student teacher. Those were pretty common at his old school.
"Varus Williams. I like food...and stuff," he said with a shrug.
He hated these sorts of ice breakers. They always made him cringe.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Mar 19, 2015 8:53:18 GMT -5
[Ooc: If it's too late pm me and I'll delete. No biggies ^_~]
--- Chemistry class. So far any class the young brunette had attended had proven to be a little on the lacking side of things. Then again Cereza was just generally someone that wasn't easily impressed and easily bored. Chemistry class was a bit up her alley as she fiddled with some things with her uncle. Though she leaned towards more poisons and a few other compounds she was versed in making home explosives, probably not as much as those that made it their passion. No one was perfect and knew everything after all. Nevertheless she knew enough on the subject matter to get her by besides she always researched so she was constantly on a learning curve. Her attire was her normal suit jacket and trademark white fedora. The jacket being open as usual showing a unbuttoned button up shirt and a black tank. Her hair tucked into the hat in the usual illusion matter of disguising her long hair as short. Aviator shades hid those grey hues as she strolled without a single care of being late.
--- Upon entering the room seemed like they were in the typical introduction faze. Why did every class have to start with that she always wondered. Though yes she might not truly be familiar with everyone in the room but it's not like she cared to be anyways. But it was a slightly nagging question considering they all went to the same school and by now probably had a class or two together but never really noticed cause they all choose maybe to not give a damn. But then teachers wanted you to tell something about yourself for example, something unique or what you liked. Why? Was classes suddenly Match.com? Should they we filling out profiles? Maybe she had been thinking too much on it but it was a pattern so she just wonder tis all. Back to the task at hand she did take note about the teachers appearance which Cereza clearly towered over her like the Glamazon Marcelis had often playfully called her. For Cereza there were three she personally knew, Steven, Mars and Julez. Julez being the smart one and sitting near the back by the open window which would've been her choice as well. A smirk appeared on her face at Julez response bringing up the whole hot chocolate incident to her mind. She had reached near Julez and Mars by that time, turning to face the teacher to introduce herself.
"Cereza...I'm sure that'll be suffice."
--- Guess it could be concluded that she was Ms. Difficult. Naw Cereza wasn't that difficult she just didn't always comply. If Mars was sitting next to Julez she would look down at Mars with a perked brow like telling him to move over one. No it wasn't about sitting next to Julez she just wanted a sit one more closer to that open window just in case. Sometimes in a hairy situation you had to take flight and messing with chemicals you never knew what would happen. Actually depended on what they were going to do. However if Mars didn't move she'd make a motion to mess up his Herbal Essence hair which she knew he hated so he might have wanted to move. When he did, cause she knew he would she would take the seat placing the book and pen on the table and leaned back while placing a foot up on the chair in front of her. Her left elbow rested on the brim of the back of her chair leaving the hand to dangle lazily. Tilting her head towards Julez she'd speak, probably sounding like code but he knew what she meant considering their seat placements.
"No hesitation."
--- She smirked and would tilt her head back forward. If he hesitated to move out that window if something went wrong Cereza was going over him or through him. This all.
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