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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 Katsumi Shinomori on Mar 23, 2015 22:41:15 GMT -5
Despite how careful Katsumi always was, she had managed to get caught in the middle of some juvenile fight between a group of freshmen. She hadn't really gotten hurt, but they had set up pranks for one another, and she had managed to receive it instead of the intended target. Walking down the hallway, Katsumi made a turn, slipped on detergent, and a bucket filled with melted chocolate fell overtop her. She was stunned, and the prankers panicked upon the realization that they had screwed up. When Katsumi managed to get up and wipe the chocolate away from her eyes, they quickly fled in terror. Despite her tiny size, the rogue had glared ominously at the kids, growling lowly, and a murderous aura emanated from her. She didn't even have to brandish a weapon. Katsumi was exceptionally quiet and kept to herself entirely. She was a loner. So for those few who had taken notice of her, there was certainly a rumour or two, nothing particularly good.
There was no way she could attend class this way and, putting her sticky hood up again, Katsumi trudged her way outside, seething in silence, and dripping all the way. Outside and out of sight, the rogue had managed to find a hose out in the field. There was no way her clothing could be saved at that point (perhaps the dreaded nurses office would have spare boy clothes?) but she desperately needed to wash off, and for obvious reasons she couldn't go to the showers.
Kneeling on the ground, she removed her jacket, leaving the disguised figure in a white, boy's uniform shirt and black pants, both which loosely fit her. Katsumi placed her blades on the grass beside her, and managed to pull out the pins in her hair, long, sticky and chocolate covered locks falling around her shoulders and over her back and chest. Pulling it all to one side, she then turned on the hose and began to wash her hair, face, and hands. Even if she couldn't get all of it out until tonight when at her apartment, as long as Katsumi could do a satisfactory job, then she could get back to school. The sooner she went back to school, the sooner this blasted day would be over... |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Mar 24, 2015 1:22:39 GMT -5
Having been held back by Takeshi and forced to mop the kitchen before she left, Vivi was running late. She sprinted through the campus, humming to herself, when she spotted a girl hosing herself off. Was she covered in chocolate…? She came to a halt a few yards away, noting how small the girl was. Vivi was used to being the shortest person around, and it made things difficult, it was probably even worse for this girl.
“Hey,” Vivi said, not too loud so as to startle her, “There are showers in the school, y’know. And did someone dump chocolate on you…?
Granted, this school was weird, but she was used to people getting back at each other through knuckle-sandwiches as opposed to chocolate baths.
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Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Mar 24, 2015 23:41:16 GMT -5
Katsumi jumped upon hearing the voice, but not from being caught by surprise. She was startled upon the discovery, and the quick realization that her face was uncovered and long hair was down. Despite her efforts and preference, Katsumi had an attractive face (not that she saw herself in such a way) and it would be assumed more that she was a woman. This was precisely why she kept her hair pinned and had her head covered. Even with as small as she was, when speaking in a convincing tenor, it helped support her disguise along with the binding of her chest and loose, boy's clothing.
Coughing lightly, the rogue settled herself, ignoring the pounding of her heart, and shook her head as she continued washing. She contemplated momentarily pretending to not speak English, but the other person wasn't being intimidating or a direct threat at the moment. Plus, it was exceptionally rare girls tried to interact with her. In fact, the last real interaction she had had with a woman was her mother, and she had died protecting Katsumi when she was merely five years of age. There had been brief words or body language exchanged, such as when shopping, but those few she had come into contact (whom she hadn't been ordered to kill) with for most of her life were men.
While still exceptionally wary due to her traumatic background, there was the smallest inkling, the most minuscule hint of inclination to interact with another seemingly calm female (more than anyone else, at least), one who didn't want to fight or kill her, which appeared to be a popular desire amongst students here. Perhaps things would lead to that, but Katsumi would give her the benefit of the doubt, at least for now. Despite isolating herself, the rogue didn't entirely despise speaking. She didn't hate people. She merely held a rooted fear of them, and of attention and expressing herself, more accurately of the potential circumstances of such and what people could do to her. Katsumi never wanted a repeat of her childhood, all of those years of abuse from her father. She would never allow for that to occur again, not if she could help it. While caged by her fear, she was freer than she ever was before. Now it was only a matter of graduating from this hellhole of a school and disappearing as she had planned...
With her emphasized heavy accent and (faked) broken English, she murmured in a deeper, lightly masculine tone, at the end making a circle with her free hand for emphasis, "Erm... Better, uh... here. Nobody around."
Still having more chocolate to get out, Katsumi sighed from the trouble and paused, struggling to think of a way to explain the situation while still going along with the farce that she spoke little of American's mothertongue. Placing a hand briefly over her flattened chest, the rogue continued to wash her hair and said slowly, to show a struggle with words, "Crossfire... er... pranks. I... was causality. Accident." |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Mar 27, 2015 1:11:59 GMT -5
In spite of Vivi’s attempt to be discrete about approaching the girl, she seemed slightly shaken. She listened to the girls words and noted how deep her voice seemed to be. Nobody around, huh? Her gaze fell to the girl’s attire, which recognized to be the boy’s uniform.
Vivi was a rather perceptive girl… but she knew better than to throw her suspicions around, knowing she could never be completely sure they were correct. However… she couldn’t think of very many other reasons why the girl would neglect to use the showers. She had to know there were shower curtains, right?
“Tell you what… if you’re worried about people seeing you I could help sneak you to the showers,” she spread her hands and shrugged, the slightest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, “You’re pretty small, I don’t think you’d have too much trouble, especially if I helped you out.”
She paused a moment before chuckling slightly.
“Then again, it looks like you’re doing alright cleaning up as it is. Maybe I could find you some towels?”
It occurred to Vivi that she was being a bit nosey, but what the hey. She figured she'd stick around to see if the girl needed any help, and if not, she'd get out of her hair. Typically, Vivi didn't bother herself with other people's problems, but she'd felt a bit of curiosity upon seeing this girl. Only time would tell if it had been misplaced.
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Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Mar 31, 2015 3:47:30 GMT -5
"Er," Katsumi tensed. The offer was nice enough and it wasn't the girl's behavior that unnerved the disguised female. Instead, it was what she suggested. With the offer made, the other individual clearly suspected Katsumi was the wrong sex... well, the correct one in actuality. But not Hiroshi's. Not what Katsumi pretended to be, and had for most of her life. What she had been pressured, forced to act as, losing herself in the process. Fearing being herself. Giving a small cough, the rogue replied, shaking her head slightly, "I, uh... Different... bathrooms..."
She merely shifted in place as the other girl chuckled, trying to suppress her nervousness, but clearly failing to do so. Katsumi stared at her lap and nodded as she continued to clean out her hair, having made significant progress. "Yes. Good enough."
The rogue continued to be caught off guard, and she blinked when the other made the offer to find her towels. Eyes widened, chocolate hues glanced up at the other girl, staring in clear surprise at her. Katsumi wasn't used to anyone offering her help. Not at all. And that was rather evident. She paused.
"You... would? I..." Katsumi trailed off. Why would this other girl help her? What benefit would it bring her, helping Katsumi? The rogue was used to mistreatment, screaming, beatings, lashings, even killing. But kindness was something she hardly knew how to handle, receiving it so rarely (her fondest memories being the few she had of her mother.) Even when she could have, Katsumi worked at being invisible and closing herself off, so she pushed aside anyone who may have been kind. And, understandably, some men made her especially nervous, more so than with everyone else, and she worked to avoid them even more. But interaction with other women and, particularly, positive interaction was an oddity to Katsumi. But a welcome one, despite her reservations. The Japanese woman then closed her eyes and bowed her head, and expressed her gratitude in her mother tongue in her false tenor, "Arigato."
Yet accepting help from another, receiving positive attention, any attention at all, caused that deep seated fear to gnaw within her belly, twisting her stomach and clenching her insides. It made her nearly sick with worry, Katsumi never able to escape her past and the damage it had caused her. She seemed to be forever caged in the psychological state Katsumi was in since childhood with her father.
Hunching a little, soaking hair hiding her features, the rogue's voice grew quieter than before and her gaze dropped. She was visibly shrinking before the other woman, as though trying to disappear. "You... don't need to, though. Don't want to be... trouble." |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Apr 1, 2015 17:06:40 GMT -5
"Different bathrooms?" Vivi repeated, blinking a few times, "I'm just gonna go out on a limb here and say I'm preeetty sure we're both girls.
Either she was a really pretty boy with a feminine face and long hair, or this girl wanted to keep her gender a secret. If that was the case, Vivi wouldn't spill her secret, but she didn't see the point in pretending not to know. Admittedly, Vivi was kinder to girls around the school, and tended to be rather harsh around the guys. There weren't as many girls around the school, and she knew it was tough for them because of that, especially if they were small. So perhaps... she was feeling a bit of sympathy?
The girl thanked her in what Vivi was pretty sure was Japanese, and seemed to worry about troubling Vivi. Aside from that, she also seemed kind of scared... it was strange. The girl had a tough, roguish presence, but at the same time she seemed delicate and afraid. The girl was a walking contradiction in a way.
"Don't sweat it, if I thought of grabbing somebody a towel as 'trouble' I'd never be able to handle a school like this," the corner of Vivi's mouth turned up in a slight smile, "Is there anything else you need me to get for you?"
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Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Apr 6, 2015 0:00:59 GMT -5
Katsumi immediately tensed, eyes widening when Vivi not only assumed but outright called the rogue out on being a girl. She may have made terrible grades, but she wasn't stupid, and the petite girl knew there would be no convincing this other girl otherwise. Her cover was already blown. But she didn't seem especially malicious, and, while Katsumi never relied on the kindness of others considering she had next to no experience with it (having quite the opposite), she set aside the hose, rested her palms on the grass, and gave a deep down. The especially heavy accent slipped, as well as the masculine tone, and when she now spoke her voice, while accented, was easily understood and very soft, almost that of a sweet, timid whisper, "P... Please don't tell...! It... people aren't to know... N-No one..."
This was no light statement. Katsumi was begging the other girl, her forehead nearly touching the ground as she knelt and bowed down. It was apparent she was fearful of this knowledge being spilled. Even the school staff, the police, believed she was Hiroshi Saito, and in Japan she was simply Shi, Death, a silent assassin... a phantom, a non-entity. Only three people knew of Katsumi Shinomori, and two of them were dead, one to protect her and the other by Kat herself out of self-defense. The last was Katsumi, and she had intended for it to remain that way and to return to being a phantom once more upon graduating. But, of course, things don't always go according to plan, do they?
Again, the other girl acted kindly towards Katsumi, and she blinked a couple of times, before slowly shaking her head and responding with more than a hint of surprise, "Ah, uh... erm... no. T... Thank you." |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Apr 7, 2015 22:42:45 GMT -5
Vivi blinkd a few times and raised her eye brows in surprise when the girl straight up bowed. She was so desperate… what could have driven her to be so secretive about her gender? The normaly cold girl felt a twinge of sympathy tug at her heart. Part of her really wanted to make this girl feel safe... well, as safe as one could be in a school like this.
Vivi crouched down so as to be at eye level with her, and she put on a warm smile. This one reached her eyes, which was unusual.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. Your secrets safe with me, okay?” she offered a hand to the girl. If she took it, Vivi would stand up and help the other girl to her feet.
Before she went to get the towels, she figured she should get introductions aside. Shoving her hands in her jacket pockets, she shifted her weight to one hip.
“I’m Vivi by the way. You are?”
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Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Apr 7, 2015 23:28:12 GMT -5
Katsumi heard the girl crouch in front of her and the rogue peeked up. Her chocolate hues widened slightly when she saw the other instead smiling warming at her. Katsumi... well, she wasn't used to smiles and softness. Not in the least. And this was apparent by her expression.
Katsumi blinked and stared widely at the girl when she gave her reassuring words, and the smaller of the two swallowed, pressing her lips tightly together, before giving a nod, "A-Alright."
She bowed again and thanked her formally in Japanese. Katsumi had no real reason to believe this girl, but something about her expression led Kat to trust her. Plus, she didn't really have much choice. The other girl already knew now.
The short-haired girl offered her hand and Katsumi stared at it with a hint of confusion momentarily, as she was never really helped in her life, before hesitantly taking her hand. With Vivi's assistance, Katsumi stood up and she brushed the grass off of her pants.
When the other introduced herself, the rogue inhaled deeply, dropping her gaze and glancing to the side. Her small hands nervously gripped at her stained shirt. She said her name with difficulty, hesitating before giving her real name. "I am... Katsumi. But... I go as Hiroshi. Everyone knows me as Hiroshi, or... n-nothing at all, really..." |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Apr 10, 2015 2:27:12 GMT -5
“I’ll make sure to call you Hiroshi around other students then,” Vivi flashed her a thumbs, “I’m pretty curious about why you’re so worried about people knowing you’re a girl. There are plenty of girls here.”
She turned on her heels and began walking away before Katsumi could respond. She didn't want the girl to feel pressured to answer. Whatever her reasoning was, Vivi was pretty sure it would be complicated.
“I’m gonna get you those towels, wait here!” she called.
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Vivi returned pretty quickly, having done her best not to get caught up in any fights on the way to the bathroom. A couple people yelled at her about stealing towels, but she just dashed off and soon arrived back at her destination.
“Aaand I’ve got the towels for ya,” Vivi skidded to a stop and held them out to Katsumi, “Go ahead and dry off. If your jackets too chocolate-y you can borrow mine, at least until you head home.”
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Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Apr 12, 2015 23:01:36 GMT -5
Katsumi wasn't given the chance to answer, but, even if she had, the rogue wouldn't have known how to answer. And so she was glad Vivi didn't try to pry or push her. Katsumi wasn't ready yet to share such things. When the other girl sped off, the petite rogue couldn't help but ponder momentarily about not disguising herself, but the prospect terrified her and she pushed it aside. She hadn't been Katsumi Shinomori in so many years, and then for so many years she was a phantom son, a non-entity, a voiceless killer and tool. She had been Shi, death. And now she had an identity she had made, Hiroshi Saito, for the daytime. He was her mask, and beneath she would become the Shinigami. But she hadn't really had the opportunity to embrace that identity as of yet, being caught and forced into PHS 552. But, upon graduation, that was the plan. Katsumi had died long ago, along with her mother. Originally, it was to her father (at least she may as well have been), but it became the same for her, and so the idea of reverting back, trying to bring back that little girl... it was petrifying, and Katsumi had no idea where she would even start. Let alone the complications legally...
She had half-expected for Vivi not to return, hardly believing it happened at all, and so when she did Katsumi stared, eyes widening. At the kindness, Katsumi felt a tad bit of prickling at the back of her eyes. She was moved by what she did, even if to Vivi or anyone else it was something small, insignificant. But to Kat... it meant more than they could ever realize. But she wasn't going to let her emotions sway her, and the girl sniffled, wrinkling her nose, and swallowing as Vivi approached.
With one, two slow nods, Katsumi took the towel and began drying her hair. She said tentatively, "T... Thank you."
Reminded of her hoodie, the rogue picked it up and glanced it over. She definitely couldn't use it, and a small sigh fell from her lips. Katsumi then gave a small curse in Japanese before dropping it back onto the ground. But she quickly recalled Vivi's offer and swallowed again. Would the other girl really lend her jacket? And to her, a complete stranger? She was moved again, emotions stirring, and Katsumi replied slowly, a hint of confusion within the tremor of her voice, "I... am not accustomed to... this. Kindness."
Her gaze dropped onto her lap and, hands drying her hair with the towel lowering before resting on her thighs, Katsumi then murmured softly, "Thank you, Vivi-san." |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Apr 14, 2015 14:26:28 GMT -5
Vivi couldn’t quite be sure, but it seemed Katsumi was getting a bit glassy-eyed. About what? She hoped the girl hadn’t gotten hurt when she’d had the chocolate poured on her or anything.
Vivi watched the girl study her jacket before allowing it to drop back to the ground, and found herself shifting her weight awkwardly when Katsumi thanked her. Not used to this kindness? Vivi wasn’t usually this nice to people, granted, but she figured it was a small gesture. Vivi began to wonder about this girls back round, what drove her to hide her gender, and why was kindness such a foreign thing to her? As far as Vivi was concerned, Katsumi seemed like a nice girl, and in her mind, nice people deserved kindness.
“It’s nothing,” Vivi chuckled. She unzipped her jacket and slid it from her shoulders before holding it out to the girl.
“I’m heading home soon, so if you want I could take your jacket and wash it, and then we can swap’em back next time we see each other. Sound good?”
It occurred to her that she'd just been called 'Vivi-san', and she couldn't help but find that kind of fricken adorable.
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