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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 Tim 'TY' Katsumoto on Apr 2, 2015 17:58:28 GMT -5
[OoC: This is meant to be a closer to the current Riot arc on the board. Anyone is welcome to join! Note: there are going to be three (3) Riot closers all occurring at the same time, and you may only join one(1) at a time. If the one you join finishes before the other two, you may join another, however your rewards will be the same regardless of how many you join. Have fun! Other Note: Rewards are not based on your victory, they will be based on how well you play your character and their stats. For example: Lasting three posting and getting knocked out, but staying true to your character, will yield better results than someone who lasts the whole thread because of godmodding. Other Other Note: ONE POST PER ROUND. Rounds will move every 24 hours, regardless of who all has posted (My schedule not interfering). If you miss a round, the worst will be assumed to have happened to your character. If everyone posts before the 24 hour time limit, the event can move faster.] --- Tim would sit in one of the school computer labs, it was empty, except for him and the laptop in front of him. A small blue tooth ear piece over his left ear, his fingers would tap away at his keyboard. It was such a minor task for him to hack into the school PA system and speak into it. "Good morning. This is a message to those who had a little get together on the roof the other day. Especially you Seth, I've had enough with see my associates attack this place. So today you come to me. You come to me, or trust me people will die this day."Tim would stand, quickly putting a song on over the PA and then closed the laptop. Outside the room, numerous people would be waiting for whatever attack managed to track him down. If no one came, well as Tim said people would die this day. Switching the head set over, to only message his men, Tim would prepare the rest of the room. They would come, but a trap would be waiting.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Apr 2, 2015 18:08:02 GMT -5
With the announcement going over the PA, Macht knew immediately what to do. He gathered the loyal men of Equilibrium and Apex Warriors who'd attended the school to meet in one of the hallways. Once they were all there, he ripped off 42 locker doors and bent them into blades, handing two to each man there, and keeping two for himself. They would gather everything they could - sharpened pencils and pen, a couple of staple guns from the art room, 2x4s with nails/saws embedded in them from woodshop, bats and barbells from the gym - these guys were loaded and prepared. All set and done, they would search for Ty's guys, with Macht at the head.
Macht, followed by 20 men, wielded two locker-blades and had a 2x4 strapped around his waist. The moment he saw Ty's guys, he would strike without asking any questions, going for killing blows if he had to, with no remorse.
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Post by Seth Yamato on Apr 2, 2015 18:24:21 GMT -5
“Hmph.” The silver haired boy grunted as he stood up to his feet. He was dawned in head to toe in the Regulator’s Riot Gear. His gear was special however, much of the armor had been removed for the outfit to be more streamlined in order to maintain mobility. 10 other men would stand up, all dressed in the same gear. On the back of their vests the word “STRIKE” would be written. These 11 people were a special type of Regulator. They were the Strike Team, mobilized in the most heinous of situations, created because of the last events Riot had placed. As Macht moved towards Ty, Seth and his Strike Force would join his side and march with him. He gave no nod to the Pillar, for the Pillar didn’t need a nod. No, the Pillar needed assurance. That was what the regulators were there for. As they approached the numerous amounts of men, Seth’s body would move forward in what appeared to be an instant, leaving a trail of white light for a faint moment. He would appear directly in the middle of the group, holding a girl up by her head. One of the regulators from the Strike team would put his hand up as an order to halt and watch as they mayhem would unfold. Strike Team knew better than to get in the way when their leader was fighting. Seth would slam the head of the girl into a boy’s head, throwing his foot behind him to catch someone in the chest at the same time. Letting go of the girl’s head, and pivoting on his free leg, Seth would bring his foot, slamming it into someone’s crotch while throwing his elbow behind him into another person’s neck. The boy would continue fighting until people began to back away from Seth and the door to the lab. The regulator from before would turn to Macht. “I believe he’s trying to clear out a path for you sir.”
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Post by Sven on Apr 2, 2015 22:53:25 GMT -5
Sven wondered about the announcement that went over the intercom, the song that played after was quite good. He liked it, but someone was planning to kill many students right? Could it be a trick, but he did care for the students around here. Looking out the doors, it seemed that many people were gathering weapons in the school.....what the hell. Thinking it to be important, he started to prepare himself in the room getting his equipment, a few cherry bombs and smoke bombs hidden away in a secret compartment in the lab, along with his other tools of the trade.
Fiber wires trimmed to making it razor sharp, his small sleeve crossbow made out of pens and lots of duct tape. Broken pencils that held a nasty surprise, many packs of pens, and his sling shot. Instead of hopping into the front line, he would watch from afar as the battle for the school would start. Planning was an important part of a battle, falling short with no plan leads to the death of an army.
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Post by Sebastian Ruthkowski on Apr 3, 2015 5:46:08 GMT -5
The announcements over the PA confused Sebastian, who had been in the library at the time. He didn't quite fathom what would make a person want to kill at a high school of all places, but his interest was, no doubt, piqued. Setting aside his book, the tall Junior headed to retrieve his ID and left the library - which admittedly disrupted Sebastian's pattern. As much of a bad idea as it could have been, he was interested in what could be going down. It never hurt to watch. Getting involved was another story, and it wasn't set in stone yet.
Seeing a mass of students gather, it wasn't hard to pinpoint where things were going to get heavy. He recognized the redhead as one of the "Pillars" of the school, so he noted all the men with, what are those, locker blades, were on the side of the students. Meanwhile, the other mass of students was the enemy. It was simple, albeit a little confusing. With a sigh, Sebastian joined in with the Pillar's group and took a "blade," following close behind it but letting them take the heat.
His routine was being bothered, so he needed to erase the problem.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2015 8:09:31 GMT -5
Carissa thought today was by far the most boring she'd experienced during her short time at PHS #552. She sat in Science Class, tapping the end of the table with her fingernails, while the teacher went on about something she couldn't even come close to know how to comprehend. The announcement, however, now that was a surprise. Students ran around, wreaking havoc, even the Science teacher seemed worried. He pulled out strange chemical concoctions, and gave the remaining student, which happened to be Carissa, a "get out of here now" look.
The photographer smirked and stood up, heading for her locker, a skip in her step in sync with the beat of the song. She kicked it, causing it to open, a pulled out her camera. This event would probably need someone to capture the moment, right? Carissa pulled the strap around her neck. Next she would pull out an unknown weapon Mister offered her, residing in a small box, when he'd made contact with her upon arriving in New York. It was a pair of brass knuckles, which fit with Carissa's fighting style perfectly. She'd have to thank her friend one day for this.
It wasn't difficult to tell where said even was taking place, as mobs of students were being "cleared", so higher people could end whoever was on the other end of the receiver. Carissa made sure to stay back, not wanting to get hurt just yet, snapping a few photos here and there. The flash of her camera was turned off.
On the way there, Carissa walking slowly, a metal baseball bat rolled to her feet from the open doors of the gym, where it seemed many students were going if they had no weapons. The photographer shrugged and picked up the bat, slinging it over her shoulder, still snapping pictures when she could.
"This'll be blog-worthy, eh?" Carissa snickered quietly.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2015 12:51:38 GMT -5
"Good morning. This is a message to those who had a little get together on the roof the other day. Especially you Seth, I've had enough with see my associates attack this place. So today you come to me. You come to me, or trust me people will die this day."
Varus stared at the speakers as he sat in one of the classrooms, silent for the first few seconds of the song before well, acting like a true Williams family member would.
"I HATE THIS SONG!" he yelled as he threw one of the books toward the window.
"Shh!" One of the teachers glared.
"Sorry," he said, although the other students were already suiting up for war.
Regardless of how bad (in this case meaning like a delinquent) they appeared they were sharpening pencils, reshaping paperclips, and tearing books into weapons that would make prisoners shed a tear. It was like that song flipped a switched in everyone...including himself.
"I hate this song!" he repeated more softly.
He would need a weapon of some sort to defend his stuff (as well as to wreck faces), but a regular pencil or book wouldn't do. He turned over to a student who left his backpack open. Inside were merely notebooks and pencils but one thing of particular interest stuck out to him: a drawing compass. Sure it was nothing special but it would give him something useful to stab people with.
He left the classroom (narrowly missing a teacher in the fetal position) and stopping only when he recognized a patch of red in the sea of students. Cyclops made an army for himself and he would neither join nor contest because he needed to get to his locker. The less harmed the better.
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on Apr 4, 2015 18:57:08 GMT -5
"What the fuck?" She said as she made her way through the hallway. She wasn't very familiar with the school and clearly had no grasp on whatever had been going on. In one hand she clutched her messenger bag strap and the other a student agenda and a small map of the school. She didn't really have much an idea what was going on but the music was making it really hard to concentrate. It was, however, kind of boppy in a nice way. Her head bounced side to side and she hummed once she had gotten an idea of the melody.
She made her way to where she thought her classroom had been, wondering just how serious this practical joke must have been. She didn't know who this Seth was but clearly they had some sort of shit to settle with the guy on the school PA system. She wondered if that meant he was in the main office, which she decided to avoid. She knew some schools had a code for the phones, but she wasn't sure how this one had worked.
"Uhhh, hey is this where physical science is?" She asked someone who didn't even give her the time of day. She saw the student carrying a bat and didn't really think about it, until she saw how it was being carried. Her mind snapped for a second and the bat wasn't being held by a student but by an adult, she was hallucinating. She shook her head and continued her way down the hall, looking in rooms as she passed trying to make sense of it all. Ahead of her seemed to be a few computer labs, perhaps one of the classes there would know where Physical Sciences was.
She began knocking on doors, "H-hello? Physical Sciences? Mr. Finwell? Where the hell am I?" She had heard some motions around the corner and peaked around to see quite a bit of fighting going on and decided to just crouch down and watch from around the corner.
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Post by Tim 'TY' Katsumoto on Apr 5, 2015 16:22:05 GMT -5
Tim would laugh to himself as he heard the chaos going on outside the room. He would shout orders as team after team for people to attack at those arriving.
Seth would find that while he could clear his way to the door, men from the crowd on par with his regulators would old them back. Armed as well. In fact paying close attention, anyone who knew would see that some of the men they were fighting against were actually regulators of the school itself. Regulators who had been blackmailed and threatened by riot into submission and service. Most had families and they were mealy fighting so Riot would not harm them.
Seth would then get jumped by three of those regulators, trying to get him away from the door.
Macht strangely would not go accosted as he move, in fact rather then get in the way men parted for the first pillar. He would be able to reach the door, however if he opened it and moved through he would find himself in a world of hurt. Not only would his opening the door cause a bucket above the door to full and cover him in a mixture of liquids, but then he would see Tim standing their half smoke cigarette and would launch it to the floor below Macht. The combination of liquids that would have covered Macht were Acid and petrol. If the smoke managed to set him a light the fire would burn the acid off, however if it did not Macht would find his flesh starting to burn in another way.
Sebastian as he entered the fray would find himself under attack by two other student, they held baseball bats one would try and disarm him while the other would try and smash him in the head.
The others as they did not try and enter the fight outside the computer lab yet would not find themselves accosted. However even with Seth's regulators they would notice that the men fighting were over all seemingly balanced, except for the power houses present. Getting involve may swing the battle.
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30 Student NPC - Stats of 10 - Those fighting Sebastian have +5 STR, DEX and CON, for 5 posts.
10 Regulator NPC Stats of 25 - Those fighting Seth have +5 CON, DEX and WIS for 5 posts.
Qi used - Battlefield Command - Up to QI people are effected by Greater Inspirational Boost for Qi posts. TY may chose different stats for each person effected. 1 Use per 25 Int - (1 of 2 USED)
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Post by Macht Stärke on Apr 5, 2015 16:59:16 GMT -5
Macht wasn't an idiot, and as such noticed the men parting like the seas and treating him, and only him, as Moses. While the men all around him were being assaulted and berated, he was being allowed to proceed, which had the clear makings of "trap" written all over it. He made his way to the door, but rather than open it himself, he would throw one of the Riot men up against it and slam a heavy foot into their chest as hard as he could, ripping the door open and unraveling Ty's trap before him. He watched the liquids spill over the man, and as such he simply stood by the door, holding a blade out.
"We're resorting to trickery? Very well. I will have no problems with cleaving your head from your shoulders, then."
Regardless if the oil man was to be doused in flames, him coming toward Macht would result in the German cutting him down without relent. From there, he would simply proceed toward Ty cautiously, eying the room for any other possible traps. If they were there, he SHOULD be able to see them, and it meant his best bet would be to get Ty out of the room. Luckily, he brought his Jekhlyde for just such an occasion.
Meanwhile, Macht's men were scattering, going for killing blows against the Riot folk. One of these men would assist Sebastian, stabbing at one of his attackers' spine from behind before the two could strike the black haired individual.
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on Apr 5, 2015 22:29:18 GMT -5
"What the hell is going on?" Amongst the people fighting there were those with weapons, those with what looked like some sort of protection, and it seemed like a gang fight. These sorts of things happened all over the place, but it was still poor timing for Sarah who had no idea what was happening or which group was the 'good' guys. Most likely, neither were. She dropped her agenda and walked up toward one of the students who was swinging a baseball bat. As the bat was pulled back she would snatch it with her left hand before it could hit Sebastian in the head.
She would pull hard on it as her right hand would reach to try and grab the student by the throat. "YOU! Where is physical sciences with Mr. Finwell?" She'd attempt to tear the bat away with her left hand if she could, not thinking the student would be particularly strong. At least, she hoped they were not particularly tough. How tough can you be going into a fight with a baseball bat? Clearly they needed the advantage right? That's how this worked? She was afraid of getting into something like this but she was starting to get a little fed up with this shit.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 12:18:34 GMT -5
"Oh-ho-ho." Carissa stepped back, a little astonished at the way the these fighters relentlessly battled against each other. It was even more violent than some of the worst protests she'd seen in her lifetime. Shrugging the worries off her shoulder, Carissa snapped a few more pictures, and decided to join in. Why not?
She wiggled her fingers poking out of the brass knuckles, took a few practice swings with the metal bat, and stepped towards a Riot member that had his back turned. Probably about to attack the student with red hair that'd just aided the other in combat. Carissa would lift her bat and swing roughly at his head, and after that, would wait for no reaction before attacking again. The photographer would lift a foot and stomp down hard on the calf/ankle region of the man's leg with her boot, and then swing at his head with the bat again, with much more force.
If the Riot member turned before she could attack after swinging at him for the first time, shed drive a kick towards his knee, and uppercut towards his chin.
Either way the attack went, she'd still say under her breath, "You'll be picture worthy soon, mate"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 20:59:21 GMT -5
Skirting around the sides, Varus managed to get to his locker...right in time to find out that most of his stuff was taken.
"Hey give me that!" he exclaimed as he stabbed his compass into the back of one of the thieves.
Grabbing the wooden ruler and the relatively in tact lunch, he whacked the freshman unconscious before loading what was left of his stuff in his backpack. Though he didn't want to get involved the ripped locker doors and the incessant brawling (rather than property damage) meant that the only people getting hurt were the students. Honestly, the entire situation didn't feel worth the damage. If he wanted to shit on the school he could just stick gum under the desks. Actually could he do that? That brought up a good question.
He ran back down the hall, ruler in hand before spotting two redheaded women and three men going after a black-haired man. It seemed that the two redheads were going toe to toe with two of the unnamed men but the last was still ready to attack.
"Hey over here!"
In a swift motion, Varus dashed toward the attacker, slashing his ruler to hopefully get the jump or at least, divert some attention.
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Post by Tim 'TY' Katsumoto on Apr 6, 2015 22:03:10 GMT -5
Macht would throw the man through the door for him to be covered in the mix of acid and petrol and Tim showed no hesitation, throwing the lite ember so the the man would catch on fire. However this would cause the petrol that had not hit the guy, but pooled on the ground to also go up in flames right in front of Macht as he tried to enter. If Macht entered, there wouldn't at first glance appear to be any more traps, however something in the room felt off. He would also see Tim standing at the back of the room, and would notice he wore goggles and a small re-breather mask.
Sebastian would find the two bat aiming for him halted, one by Sarah grabbing the bat, while another was by one of Macht's men. Sarah would be able to grab the guy and make her demand, however she would find that the man had no clue. Distracted though she would not see one of the other student step in this one with a knife. Only for Carrisa quickly coming in with the bat to take the guy down instead, however the Macht's man was less lucky, and a second thug would plunge a blade at the base of his spine and sending him to the ground. Only for yet another arrival, Varus coming in his ruler of a blade slashing out and sending the guy staggering back, into a fight with one of Macht's men.
Seeing the chaos on that side of the battle 2 of Tim's Regulators would head towards Sebastian, Sarah, Carrisa and Varus, dark intent in their eyes. A physical statue that would intimidate the much smaller students.
Seth was seemingly taken by surprise by the three regulators jumping him, after the thugs to the door had been so little resistance. One would get him with a fist to the gut, before all three would grab at him and charge. Pushing him across the fray and ploughing through anyone that got in the way. Trying to bring him out of the main body of the fight and pummel him.
(OOC EDIT: It appears that Macht didn't notice that Tim was wearing a mask in the post. May be some delay while I give him a chance to change his post to reflect that.)
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Post by Sarah Crestwell on Apr 6, 2015 23:17:11 GMT -5
The boy didn't seem to know where it was and overall just seemed confused so she used this off guard situation to her advantage for the disengage and quickly tore the baseball bat from his hand completely before swinging it back across his temple. Turning, she set her sights on the two that were approaching her and a few others. She didn't feel particularly comfortable about this but knew that there was a definite chance that they would go after some of the others around her.
She gripped the bat tightly with both hands, holding it pointed low and by her leg before swinging it hard in a full arc more like chopping wood than swinging to hit a baseball. She was aiming for the left temple of the one on the right. The attack being less about the attack so much as a show of force to deter them from coming for her further, like an animal cornered and acting out in survival instincts, a cat hissing, a dog growling, baring her fangs and gripping her only weapon as tightly as she could muster.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"
She hadn't been hit yet but she felt the fear of being hit in the back of her head, not entirely sure what would come of it and if she could handle a fight like this. None of the people next to her knew her, they had no reason to protect her or help her, which meant that she was alone whether or not that was honestly true. In her mind, she was very much alone in this.
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