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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 Vivi Perish on Apr 18, 2015 15:31:40 GMT -5
Art stuffs, breh
Vivi stayed in her seat, since she had come with an item. It was a doll, her friend’s doll specifically. She’d received it around eleven years old, and hadn’t seen the other girl since she turned twelve, so the doll meant something to her. Partially because of childhood memories and partially because she really cared about the person she had received it from.
Vivi unzipped her back pack and placed the rag doll on her desk. It had red hair, and green button eyes, along with a little black jumper. The thing was obviously really fricken old, but it was something to draw, right?
In the mean time, she waited for the other students to choose their objects. Vivi waved to Zoe and grinned when she entered the class, and also waved to Melanie, the girl she recognized from the incident at the girl’s locker room. (Assuming that fits with this time line, anyway. uwu )
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Apr 18, 2015 18:11:19 GMT -5
--- Cereza would sigh shifting to be a little more comfortable within her seat. She glanced up noticing when Mars had arrived wondering what he was doing taking up an art class. She really didn't place much thought on it after the initial start. Her grays merely shifted around the room closest to her proximity so she didn't have to move her head. She didn't bother moving up at the woman's command to grab any object from the table. No she didn't have an object of her own either because she wasn't in the class previously before and nor did she care currently. Or probably ever to be honest. True to her nature she watched as others interacted with the teacher and how the teacher greeted them with kindness even for being late. Made her slightly different than the rest, maybe she was a bit passive then.
--- Her eyes shifted again this time glancing at Vivi who pulled out some doll from her bag. Sentimental value Cereza presumed. When was the last time Cereza played with dolls? Well playing them with her niece didn't exactly count. She had to keep the little munchkin happy after all. Other than that she really couldn't recall. Since the teacher made it a point to have them introduce themselves and say why they choose the item soon she would know despite not caring. She looked down doodling in her book whilst waiting for Mars to answer and then whomever was next and so forth till it was her turn, to which what answer would she give? A Cereza filled one that's what.
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~One who Strides the Shadows~
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Post by Marcelis on Apr 21, 2015 20:07:07 GMT -5
**Marcelis kept his smile as he heard his name called. He felt a certain pull to her as they locked eyes for second. Kamile was beautiful woman, and for Marcelis' tastes she was object of desire. Maybe to him to never say it, wouldn't want to just impress her... court her? Maybe, but she seems like something compared to a cloud in the sky as person to Earth looking up to it. So far by length but just as close in a some way or another. He didn't really know why he started to think of her in that way, maybe it could be because of her beauty but then... He can be a pretty shallow guy. He would be damned to show it... Not his style. But rather he would assess the situation for later, he's not dumb... He noticed her smile from before. He just took it and put it away... for later use, that is the type of guy he is. He stood up slowly as he whispered to himself as with his left hand, in swift motion slinging the bag on his side. He of course made sure he didn't hit Cereza as he brought it up. "This is something... I guess..." **He moved within the aisle as he passed Vivian on the way up. He looked back and gently smiled to her getting to the front of the class. She was another "prospect" of another woman he was looking at before. But... She was... Something that he was looking for, even though she herself was a cute girl. Kind of like Ecko... in the way he saw her. Well, less like Ecko since she is a entity of her own kind. He shook his head a bit erasing thoughts away as he gently put his bag down unzipping it to reveal the contents slightly before raising up and getting chair and standing next to it and using his rich alto voice as he spoke clearly to the class. "Well, My name is Marcelis like Mar-say-lease... *ahem* As to Ms. Trakovsky project... To be blunt, I didn't know the fu-- errr didn't know what the heck to do..." **A smile to Ms. Trakovsky as he looked to class, clearing his throat to speak again. "But... I went for a musical approach to this. Well actually it started as a man swindled me for buying something that maybe I should regret... But at the same time I don't. And then, I was thinking that artists in some way... Have regret... Or something to regret when they make a piece. Like something is missing. You could say famous people like van Gogh, Andy Warhol, Picasso... But obscure choices like Frida Kahlo, who in an accident lost her spine, pelvis and leg... They all must have regret. I regret something, and that something drawn me into that shop and buy this..." **Pulling out the object, it was no surprise it was a guitar. But for this guitar, the wood looked rather faded and worn looking. The strings on it looked like if you plucked it once, it would disintegrate. They were loose so that wouldn't happen. The neck still had almost looking like its left over finish still chipping off and such. At the bottom, surrounding the Sound-hole, the edging was cracked and there was a piece missing, kinda making a star pointing down. To be quite honest, it was in VERY bad shape. But Marcelis...As he was blowing the dust away from the guitar he kept his grin on his face as he then pulled out from one of the smaller pockets, a drawing pad. It was sketch, it was drawn deep enough so the lines was seen clearly. He spoke again using his hand to present his drawing. "So, This is my project. I plan to transform this piece of crap, into this. It will be an acoustic guitar, I plan have the wood sanded down, and have a new coating put on. The Head and Neck would be replaced, adding in some metal turning keys cause as the man said, 'Plastic sucks bro...' The Sound-hole with is circle on the bottom, will be fixed, but I want to keep the star... to give it some character. I don't know if it would mess up the sound but whatever. I'll make the body dark blue with some stars painted on it to give it a night sky look. I mean, It's a work in progress... Yeah..." ~Heh, don't think me being such a punk-bitch Cereza...~ |
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Post by Akako Minami on Apr 21, 2015 20:36:39 GMT -5
Akako stared at the student as he presented his project to the class. She thought about it... Do most artists have regrets? Do I, too, also have regrets like that? She looked at her flowers. I wonder if he had any regrets... before he... She stopped her thoughts, shaking her head as tears started to form in her eyes as she stared at her flowers. No! That never happened! I can't think like that! He's perfectly fine-- She thought, nodding with consent. She liked how the student had put it--she hadn't ever thought of art that way before. Of course, when someone creates a piece of artwork, they always have reason for it. There's always some kind of story behind that piece, isn't there? Even if it's to capture the beauty of a moment, or simply to entertain yourself whilst bored? She had to start thinking about what she would say when she would be called upon. She had chosen flowers for a reason--a very personal reason... but she didn't want to blurt everything out. But wasn't that the point? To explain what you chose and why, and what it means to you? She started to contemplate how she'd word it when she was told to present the flowers.. She looked over to Zoe, smiling lightly. "I like how he said that... what are your thoughts?" She spoke quietly, but was trying to strike up a conversation to make herself feel more comfortable--hoping to relieve any stress or uneasiness.
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Все должны меня любить и отчаяние
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Apr 22, 2015 9:27:35 GMT -5
Kamile would nod and smile back as Mars smiled at her. She grinned as he pulled out his guitar, she loved guitars. They looked beautiful, sounded lovely, and were just plain awesome! As he showed his project and revealed the drawing, her smile faltered a little. I hope he doesn't think that was the project. He is supposed to be drawing the item this week as is... Not as it will be. Oh well. She would announce that after the class had shared. After he sat back down she noticed a new girl who took the roses was talking to her friend.
"Well, if you are so excited to be talking, why don't you share what you have?"
She would look directly at Akako.
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Post by Akako Minami on Apr 22, 2015 16:50:58 GMT -5
Akako's face would grow bright red from embarrassment as she was called upon, and she shook her head rapidly. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to be disruptive or anything--I thought I was b-being really quiet... A-and I don't really have any artwork or anything to present, so wouldn't it be better to have a student who's actually prepared to go up instead of someone who d-doesn't even have any art to show...?"
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Post by Zoe on Apr 22, 2015 22:20:47 GMT -5
Zoe sat back in silence as she watched everything go on. She wasn't quite sure what was going on or what she'd say. However, she found it best to just remain polite and quiet for now. |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Apr 22, 2015 22:42:31 GMT -5
Art stuffs, breh
Vivi listened to what Marcelis had to say, as well as the exchange between the girl and the teacher. How old was the girl, five? This was a god-damn high school, what even? The violet haired girl rested her chin on her palm, her eye lids beginning to become droopy. Her damn co-worker had kept her up pretty late, seeing as she was having karaoke night on full volume next door to where she slept.
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Apr 23, 2015 22:27:16 GMT -5
Kammie smiled. This kid was cute. She was glad for being able to make an example. Kammie chuckled and then spoke softly as if to a child but made sure the whole class could hear.
"You don't need any art work to show. Today is about starting your art projects. Right now, we are merely presenting what we will be working on this week. What did you bring, or for those of you who did not know or didn't remember, what did you choose and why?"
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Post by Akako Minami on Apr 24, 2015 9:14:12 GMT -5
Akako smiled lightly. She didn't like being treated like a little kid, it made her feel slightly embarrassed (and paranoid, for her own reasons), but she really liked how kind and gentle the teacher was being, so she didn't mind it either. She nodded with a slight sigh and stood up, picking up the roses as well. "Well, alrighty then," She said. "My name's Akako Minami, and I chose these roses because reasons. First of all, I love flowers and they'd be fun to draw. Secondly, roses symbolize love--even if it's the love between to friends, and the colors are even more symbolic, which is why I chose them." She bit her lip slightly before continuing. "White symbolizes purity. Like the innocence of a child... Yellow symbolizes a fault in a relationship, usually the breaking up of, divorce, or separation of two mates. I was drawn to these flowers because not only were they roses, but their colors meant a lot to me too... But, there's also pink on these flowers, and..." She bowed her head slightly, blinking back tears as she tried to look brave. "Pink usually means happiness. But in Japan, and where I'm from... pink symbolizes death." She gave a light smile, though it looked somewhat forced. "To me, artwork is the ability to express one's most inner secrets, their thoughts and feelings, and their stories. A picture can say a hundred words, and who needs to be an author when you can paint a picture that tells so much? I love to draw and paint, and though the stories I make can seem depressing if you look into them too much, to me, they always give hope. Because, despite the sad tale of the hero who dies before saving his young princess seeming like it's the most realistic story, I like to think that there's more hope to it all. Which is where, to me, pink may symbolize death... but it shows hope is stronger than impending death." She then smiled brightly, knocking the depressing aura off of her words as she then practically sang, "And that's what art means to me, and that is why I chose these flowers! <3" She walked back to her seat and sat down then, placing the flowers back on her desk before her.
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Post by Melanie Rose on Apr 25, 2015 22:19:05 GMT -5
Melanie would watch the girl move to the front of the class and give her little speech. She almost felt a tear come to her eye as the girl finished and sat down. This girl knew what art was. She knew what it was to be a true artist. Melanie stood up.
"I guess i'll go next. My name is Melanie Rose and i picked up this Jack Skellington figurine. I chose Jack because i always loved the movie. I can identify with Sally and I guess I am looking for my Jack."
Melanie would shrug. It wasn't the same tear jerker as Akako's, but it was the truth. Art was also about finding truth in madness.
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Post by Raina Scylar on Apr 26, 2015 7:53:54 GMT -5
She ran down the hallway quickly. She can't believe she was so late, this was so unlike her. Well she has been doing alot of things not the norm for her lately. She slid down and quickly stopped at the door to the art room. With a heavy sigh, she knocked and opened the door. She was hoping she would get a non crazy teacher since she just transferred in. Raina had decided to wear a white dress that ended at above her knees with fishnet stockings and baby heels. She was dressed kind of casual compared to her normal attire.
"I am so sorry, I'm late!!! I overslept and couldn't find the room! " she said out as she walked in and noticed Kammie was her teacher. Now she was even more embarrassed, hoping Kammie would still let her in. She brought her sketch book and some things inside of her bag. Art was one of her favorite classes and hopefully it still will be.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Apr 26, 2015 14:28:55 GMT -5
Art stuffs, breh
Vivi could go on endlessly about what she had decided to bring, but regardless, she decided when her turn came around, she'd keep it brief. For one, she typically tried not to speak anymore than necessary, unless she was around good friends. Currently, the only person she really knew was Zoe.
When it was her turn, the violet haired girl started out with a rather lack-luster introduction.
"I'm Vivi," she began, and held up her rag doll for a moment by the back of its dress, "And I picked this doll because, eh... My friend gave it to me, and I've had it since we were little kids. So, sentimental reasons, I guess?"
She let go of the doll and allowed it to fill back onto her desk, before resting her chin on her palm again.
"That's about it."
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Post by Zoe on Apr 26, 2015 18:08:48 GMT -5
Zoe seemed distracted as the others spoke. Her eyes would shift to look out the windows as her hands gripped the headphones she had picked silently. As they all spoke, giving their reasons, Zoe looked up, blinking for a moment as it was her turn. Caught slightly off guard, she frowned for a moment before smiling weakly and stood before giving a soft bow of the head.
”Ah, my name is Zoe. I picked head phones because I enjoy music,” she spoke. Her words were soft and well mannered as she smiled before taking her seat. |
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Apr 28, 2015 15:12:12 GMT -5
Kamile would turn to the door as it opened, her blue eyes boiling to a rage. This student was seriously going to get it.
"Если вы шаг одной ногой здесь ,медсестра понадобится пара пылесос , чтобы получить вас в своем кабинете!!" Sounding like: Yesli vy shag odnoy nogoy zdes', medsestra ponadobitsya para pylesos, chtoby poluchit' vas v svoyem kabinete!!
Kamile would stop and cover her mouth as Raina walked in the room. Oops. Maybe she should have waited. Her eyes cooled quickly as her cheeks reddened.
"Raina, please come in." Lifting the box off the floor again, she would offer it to Raina. "Please choose an item that has meaning to you. The class is currently presenting their item that they chose or brought to class. We will be drawing the items this week." She would wait for Raina to choose something. "Please have a seat in any of the seats available."
Kammie would nod and write down the names and items of each student as they spoke, thanking them after their 'presentations.'
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