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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.
Full Story Here.
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Artistry II (STUDENT/OPEN)
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Mar 25, 2015 15:12:37 GMT -5
Kammie threw open the door to her classroom. She looked around the room, seeing no students which was to be expected, it was an hour before school was supposed to start. She hefted the large box off the floor and began to make her way to her desk. Kammie was glad she had decided to wear Jeans and an off the shoulder grey sweater to school that day. Glancing back over the box to make sure she didn't forget anything in her truck, Kammie would mumble each of the item's names. "Chamomile flowers. My picture of them. Pencil packs. Sketch pads. D.I.Y. Wooden Picture Frames, Erasers, and Pencil sharpeners. Cork board for the kids' pictures... If they wanna share 'em." Kammie would grab the cork board and put it up on the wall next to the door. walking back to her desk, she would place a sign she had made saying "Place any pictures you want here to share with the class"
Just in case some of the students chose not to bring objects to draw or they decided not to bring something, Kammie had brought a few items from her apartment. -A Jack Skellington (head and shoulders) replica -An empty glass Coca-Cola bottle -A tennis ball and racket -Turtle Beach head phones -A jar of coins -A baby doll -A toy car -A small bunch of roses She left these items in the box behind her desk. She would wait until she noticed a student without an item and ask them to choose one. she would write down their names and what they took. After setting up the tables as she had the week prior with a pack of pencils, a sharpener, an eraser, and a sketch pad, Kammie would return to her desk and set up each of the D.I.Y. picture frames so the students could frame their pictures. As she put the last frame together, Kammie looked at the clock. 20 minutes till school was supposed to start. She stood and moved to the door to await her students. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2015 16:16:03 GMT -5
Carissa entered Art class a little earlier than her other classes, it being the only time she enjoyed being in High School besides people watching. Unfortunately that wasn't a subject so Art would have to suffice on its own. In her arms Carissa held her own art supplies borrowed from Nadine, and a drawing she drew torn neatly from a notebook among the variety of objects she had with her.
Sitting down in the very back at a table, Carissa tacked her picture to the cork board, before plopping down in her seat. The photographer eventually brought her legs up into the chair and crossed them, pulling out her sketchbook. She shifted her emerald eyes to the door now and then, at the teacher, and the objects the older female had set out. Brushing back her long, red hair, Carissa began to doodle idly.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2015 18:06:07 GMT -5
Hitsume entered the art room to his right there was a sign by a corkboard stating "Place any pictures you want to share with the class here." Hitsume went to the furthest seat in the back putting in his earbuds not noticing the student next to him, he put his head and his arms and slept til class started.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Mar 25, 2015 21:24:54 GMT -5
Vivi walked into the class room, her back pack slung over one shoulder. In it was a notebook filled with various sketches, some of her own art supplies, and the object she’d chosen to draw that day. She let out a small breath as she came to take a seat, relieved she’d actually made it to one of her classes on time for once.
Last art class had been a little weird with having three people trying to talk to her, and then the teacher chucking knives at them. Vivi, who was rather lacking in self control, had the audacity to throw it back. She still wondered if that was a bad idea… but what the hey, what’s done is done, right?
She propped her elbows up on her desk and rested her chin on her palm, waiting for class to start. So far the only other students were a girl with bright red hair and rather dazzling eyes, and that mute kid from the roof top. She would’ve waved to him, but it seemed he was asleep.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Mar 25, 2015 22:42:58 GMT -5
“A painter should begin every canvas with
a wash of black, because all things in nature are
dark except where exposed by the light.”
― Leonardo da Vinci
[Ooc: Attire. The one on the left just the top and bottom only]
--- There wasn't many aspects about Cereza that were known. The ability to draw and paint was one of them. There were a very very small few who knew about that talent one of which she didn't know would soon be attending the class she was about to walk into. Walking through the halls she adjusted her trademark white fedora. Her hair mostly tucked in like usual giving off the illusion of short hair. Her clothes were fashionable as always but oddly enough seemed a little artsy. Like a fashionable artist or something. There was a sketch book held in her hand with a pencil attached to a page as she entered the room and noted the teacher as well as the posted note. Did she feel like sharing a picture? Not particularly so she just shrugged and headed towards more of the middle of the class but off to the right corner. Before she sat the Glamazon noted the others in the room with a quick scan over. Those rare grey gems locking each into memory and where they were in the class before seating, placing the sketch book in front of her. Lazily she settled in and waited flicking her book open to a blank page. The pencil now in between her fingers tapping it against air at this point. Only one she noticed that she seen before was the violet hair girl, Vivi from Chem class.
~Let's see how this goes.~
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2015 1:41:01 GMT -5
Hitsume pulled his head up and looked around, it he saw a girl next to her, a girl in a fedora, and Vivi. He felt stupid for signing up for this class considering it was all girls in the class. Hitsume wiped his eyes and pulled out his phone he had slept for about three minutes give or take. Hitsume opened his camera bag and pulled out his camera to check it's film because he was bored. He looked around again and two people were drawing. Hitsume leaned back on his chair still facing forward again waiting for class to start
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Mar 26, 2015 10:53:21 GMT -5
Kammie would welcome the new students with a silent greeting. She would nod at each of her students she recognized from the previous week. Kammie glanced at the clock, it was 8 minutes until class was supposed to start. She knew she still had several students and hoped they wouldn't be late like last week. She would look around the room at her students who spaced themselves from the others. Kammie sighed, the others probably would be late.
~Why does everyone try to sit in the back? I won't bite hard...~
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~One who Strides the Shadows~
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Post by Marcelis on Mar 28, 2015 23:33:45 GMT -5
**Seems like Marcelis' 'almost' favorite class is starting again, best to do it in style as well. He was given an assignment, to draw something of interesting from anything from home. Well... funny she brought that up. He did bring something from home, it was an old guitar that he bought a while back. He didn't know what to do with it, but he had an idea. Sadly he didn't have a good idea how to play but that is something he will learn down the road. As he entered the classroom, he made sure to duck at least when enter when opening the door. It was strapped on his back as he entered with shades on his eyes and the bottom part of his hair pulled back into a little pony-tail. His top, over his a grey shirt was nice fitting Jacket and matching slightly lighter shade of Brown pants to match. He saw the hot teacher from before, he knew that going into it this time and he was trying to be a little good student. He smiled to her as he removed his glasses as he spoke. "Hello there Ms. Trakovsky, fashionable garbs you are wearing today?" **From that time he noticed a few new faces but also faces that are quite known. Vivian, purple haired girl he spoke to before, and then, the white rabbit herself. He smiled at her as he was passing Vivian as he spoke to her. "Well are you ready... Ah, fuck it you know what I will ask." **He came over to the back to a chair next to Cereza as he took the guitar bag off his back as he spoke her, sitting down. "Coming in looking like a girl straight from Tribeca, heh... Don't try to stand up the teacher will you?" |
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Mar 29, 2015 10:36:26 GMT -5
Kammie would nod and try (unsuccessfully) not to smile. 'Thank you, Mr Lacroix.' She would murmer behind a slightly blushing face. Why was she blushing? Had this not been one of the students that had caused a disruption. She straitened her face and turned back to the boy to tell him to 'Please go sit down' and that class would be starting soon, but he had moved past her. She hoped he didn't see her blushing cheeks.
Kammie would steal another look at the clock, 3 Minutes... ~Sigh~
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Post by Lexington on Mar 29, 2015 11:35:17 GMT -5
Lexington popped his head into class and looked around to see who he knew in the class before he entered. He looked down at his schedule to verify. "Ight Art class." Lexington bit his bottom lip and proceeded into the classroom. He tipped his black beret towards the art teacher as he made his way to a desk in the middle of the classroom. "Top of the mornin to ya teach" As he tried to get comfortable in the desk, his knees kept hitting the top of the desk. "So like... Do we have any bigger desks?" Lex let out a little laugh and scratched the back of his head.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Mar 29, 2015 13:38:55 GMT -5
Vivi looked up at Marcelis when he walked by, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Am I ready to sit with the cool kids? Ehh, still gotta think on that."
She was just joking around, but her face remained mostly serious aside from the slight smile, making it hard for a less observant person to tell. Glancing around the class room once more, she spotted Cereza, the woman with the white fedora. She had an alluring aura to her, and seemed to be pretty popular among the male students. Aside from her, she also spotted Lexington. She had mixed feelings about that guy. While he seemed nice, and a lot of fun, she couldn't help but think back to the day he sent her to the emergency room with two fractured arms, after choking her out. That was bad day for her, to say the very least.
She looked back to the front of the class room, resting her chin on her palm again. What was the teachers last name again? Tarakovesky? Takuvakamy? Man, what was it...?
Screw it, I just won't say her name, Vivi decided. Well, unless she felt like being purposely irritating.
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Apr 2, 2015 21:20:53 GMT -5
The bell rang signaling the beginning of class. Kammie sighed, closed the door and made her way to the front of her desk, clearing her throat, she began the class.
"Good morning students. As some of you know, I am Kamile Trakovsky. I see some new faces in the class today, welcome to Artistry.
Those of you who were here on Friday know that you were supposed to bring an object to class with you to draw. I hope to see what you all brought and what the significance of that item is. After my announcement I would like all of the students who did not bring anything to come up to my desk to receive an item.
You will see on your desks that there are items for you to use. As you may be able to tell, we will be drawing in pencil only. Once you complete your assignments, they are to be placed in the portfolios you made last week. The few new students here may make portfolios in your spare time if you complete your assignment. You may also make one at home if you wish, it is completely up to you. However, you must have one.
Please some to my desk if you do not have an object."
Kamile returned to the back of her desk and sat down, grabbing the box of items, she would hoist them onto her lap and wait for the students.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2015 7:41:56 GMT -5
Carissa had noticed the male student next to her pull out a camera, which made the corners of her lips quiver up, in a small smile. As Kamile announced the beginning of class and what to do, Carissa set her things down on the table in front of her, stood up, and made her way to the front of the class. The photographer tilted her head in thought while scanning the items possible to choose. Eventually Carissa went with the empty Cola bottle. She threw it up in the air, and caught it with the other hand, satisfied with the choice.
"Oi, reminds me of Armidale. Thanks Ms. Trakovsky~ " Carissa's Australian accent overpowered the usual Californian one she had. After the comment she would go to sit back down back in the same seat, now prepared for the class assignment.
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Apr 17, 2015 12:12:45 GMT -5
((OOC: I was waiting for others to come to class, but i suppose this will be all. Sorry for the long wait))
Kamile would wait for the rest of the new students to come up to the desk. When no students came, she would clear her throat and walk up to the sleeping student. Gently pulling on his head phones she would say,
"Class has started. I know you are new, so please come up to my desk and pick up a item to draw."
She would stand up straight and address the rest of the class in a loud voice.
"That goes for everyone else as well. Class has started, if you are new i need to see you at my desk immediately."
As she made her way back up to her desk she would shake her head and say in Russian "Чертовы дети , не обращая внимания" Sounding like 'Chertovy deti , ne obrashchaya vnimaniya'
((OOC: if your character knows Russian, IM me and i'll let you know what it means.))
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Post by Akako Minami on Apr 17, 2015 16:21:39 GMT -5
Akako was late. Well, she had an excuse to be! She didn't know where her classes were because it was her first day attending the school! She looked at her paper with her schedule on it and finally made her way to the art classroom, knocking loudly on the door before swinging it open and coming inside. "I'm so sorry I'm late!" She said apologetically. She glanced around the classroom nervously, fidgeting with her backpack. She figured there wasn't a seating chart and randomly took a seat next to someone she'd never seen before--then again, everyone was someone she hadn't seen before...
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