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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 Zoe on Apr 4, 2015 11:41:04 GMT -5
So, the school did have a library. That was good. It wasn't as well stocked as her older school, but to expect any public school to compare to a private Academy was... well dumb. Sighing, Zoe sat at one of the desks, her violin case next to her on the table as she tapped it silently. The school had approached her to tutor one of their students. She really couldn't refuse. If she got on the good side of the school, then she might be able to leave a bit earlier. It'd be wonderful to be back in time for the end of the year activities at the academy.
Leaning back in her chair, the girl adjusted her thick framed glasses. They hid most of her face and made her look even more out of place than she already did. The girl wore a plaid jacket with a dark red pleated skirt. Her ruffled white blouse didn't make it any better. As always, Zoe was dressed like she was going to a prep school still. After all those years, it had become what she usually chose to wear. So, her doll like features were hidden behind her rather ugly and scholarly clothes.
When a student approached her table, she leaned up, sitting up straight and proper. Smiling weakly, Zoe began to speak. ”Oh! Um, hello! Are you the student they sent for me to tutor..? Mister Saito?” she asked. Oddly enough, she pronounced the last name completely properly and fluently.
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Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Apr 5, 2015 3:33:12 GMT -5
Sitting in a classroom was an entirely new experience to Katsumi. Never once in her life had she spent time in school, her mother having been murdered and her life turning upside-down and inside-out at age five. From then on, what she learned, was an expert in now, was survival. She could take care of herself, was forced to from such a young age, and was a highly-skilled killer. From the age of a child, she was trained to be an assassin, and it was something that, if necessary, she excelled quite well at. She could disguise herself, hide, be on the run, tend to her wounds. What she wasn't so great at was taking quizzes over mathematical equations, taking exams, analyzing texts and knowing proper literary terms, and the rest of that scholarly bullshit. Katsumi didn't understand the point. None of it was relevant to her, and it, as well as the fact of being surrounded by people her age, or at all, for multiple hours a day, was a huge culture shock. The police and school had only taken into account her age. They hadn't thought, or cared, about her complete lack of schooling (beyond, of course, her assassin training from her abusive father and his family), and so Katsumi was thrown into her senior year entirely clueless and paranoid. It was no real stretch that she fell greatly behind in her studies despite her efforts.
Now Katsumi was forced to get a tutor, failing both English and Geometry, not that she was doing well in her other studies. In fact, the only class she was acing was Gym. With her black hood up, the disguised, petite rogue entered the library, a place she sometimes hid in and consumed her lunch due to being rather quiet, unlike most of the school grounds. Chocolate hues glanced down at the piece of paper with instructions on where to go, and Katsumi headed towards where her tutor was supposed to be. Soon enough, she came across a bespectacled student, who called Katsumi over, and Katsumi obeyed, much to her chagrin.
When asked if she was her alias, the girl in loose boy's clothing nodded and replied quietly, "Yes."
There was hardly a point in pretending to not speak English to this student. They would have to spend time together and Katsumi was to learn from her. The faster she learned what she needed to know, the faster these sessions and attending this damned school would be over. Sitting down next to the other girl, Katsumi's small hands rubbed at her jeans before setting aside her book bag and removing her necessary books, or what she assumed she would need, anyway.
Katsumi didn't really know how any of this worked. How were they supposed to start? What did tutoring even entail, beyond apparently helping her improve her grades? Being quite oblivious to what was supposed to go on after sitting down (and having poor people skills), she sat in an awkward silence, unlike her typical one, nervously tugging and rubbing at her pants.
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Post by Zoe on Apr 5, 2015 17:19:53 GMT -5
Zoe smiled softly as the boy approached. He wore rather baggy clothes... and to her surprise, appeared to be shorter than herself, even if only slightly. Zoe smiled weakly as she looked down to the papers in front of her. Taking in a deep breath, she'd begin speaking. ”My name is Zoe. I was told you need help in a few subjects..” she spoke, shifting through the papers as she pulled one out and read it. She noticed the awkward silence, smiling weakly as she nervously chuckled.
”Haha... Um, why don't we try starting with English?” she asked, tilting her head as she read the paper, gulping upon seeing the grade. How was the boy a senior!? Still, she kept her weak smile up, trying not to look like she was patronizing him. ”Um, it seems you have quite a bit of trouble with English... um, is English your second language by any chance?” she asked curiously, tilting her head. '”If it, how many years have you spoken it?”
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Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Apr 5, 2015 22:26:55 GMT -5
That was an understatement. With the exception of Physical Ed, Katsumi was doing poorly in just about everything. Although she had been placed in a Home Ec class, with which she was doing rather well. She had had to feed herself since she was a child, after all. With a small sigh, the hooded girl nodded her head in recognition, fingers continuously tugging at her loose pants.
Zoe asked about English, and the rogue bit down on her lip and furrowed her lips, pondering over the answer. She never had proper schooling, and instead had books and tapes thrown at her and she was expected to learn whatever languages her father wanted when she wasn't physically training. She mostly taught herself, with perhaps a little aid from the now deceased Shinomori clan. Scratching the side of her head, Katsumi slowly answered, uncomfortable revealing even a little about herself, in a voice near the sound of a whisper, and lightly masculine in tone,"Mm... fourth... or fifth... I am not sure. I learned a lot... simultaneously. On my own mostly. Starting around... seven... or eight, maybe. But... I hadn't really used it myself until the, uh... start of the school year..."
She could listen to it just fine, and had been trained to have an ear for a multitude of languages, the primary being her mothertongue, Korean, Chinese, English, Russian, Italian, and Spanish. She knew others, but she didn't necessarily speak them herself, not being one for conversation. But, doing the work that she did, Katsumi could listen and understand what was being said (or most of it, anyway), as well as read. It was important to listen in on her targets, and to sometimes read through their documents, after all. |
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Post by Zoe on Apr 7, 2015 16:48:40 GMT -5
Zoe knew just how bad the cross dresser was doing. She could see all the grades laid out promptly in front of her. Zoe understood that this person had trouble in almost everything. She was, however, trying to be as polite as possible. Watching him, Zoe noticed as he seemed to think about the answer. When he finally gave his response, she smiled weakly. She doubted that was true. She's had people brag about knowing five languages and only knew certain phrases. Either way, it was clear English was not a first language from her grades and the notes written by the teacher.
So, nodding, Zoe responded, showing no hints of her disbelief. ”Wow.. that's really impressive!” she spoke, nodding firmly. Tilting her head, ”May I ask what your first and second languages are?” she asked, looking back down to the paper. ”Spanish was my first language, so maybe I can help. I understand how difficult English can be.” |
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Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Apr 14, 2015 1:19:26 GMT -5
Katsumi ducked her head at the supposed compliment, not used to hearing such. If her dad was still alive, he would have beaten her for not knowing more, and Katsumi knew it wasn't enough, or felt so. She could know twenty languages, thirty, and it not be enough, for what if she had to spy on a target or dig into a document in another language? There was always room for improvement. She had to know more, do more, be stronger, faster, wiser. Nothing was ever good enough, and it never could be.
Rubbing her head, the disguised girl bit on the inside of her cheek and murmured, "Well... I'm Japanese. And, uh..."
She paused. What had she learned next? Her training, the learning, the abuse, her life... most of it was non-linear to her. It was just her past. It all swirled together. Days went in and out, and she didn't have much of a sense of time, beyond she had to be at a certain place at a certain time for a job.
"I dunno..." she shrugged, uncertainly within her deepened voice. Katsumi thought back. Her earlier jobs, when they weren't Japanese, she recalled the targets being Chinese and Korean. So that must have been it. A lot of things were compressed, but those had the be the first languages she became fluent in.
"Chinese... Korean... I learned them around the same time. They were before the others," she ended with a nod. |
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Post by Zoe on Apr 14, 2015 23:57:17 GMT -5
Zoe nodded as she spoke, listening carefully. Japanese..? She didn't know any of that... The girl also didn't know how it translated to American writing... Looking down, she frowned as the other paused. What else was there? Zoe would wait patiently, smiling softly as silence filled the air. She didn't know? How could she now know what languages she knew? Or when she learned them? Had she learned them all at the same time when she was young?
Ah, so that's what it was. Or at least, that's what it was looking like. Zoe would nod. "Okay then.. hrm... the closest to English out of all those is Korean. It has an alphabet of thirteen or so letters that are arranged to form words and phrases, just like the American alphabet... So, let's start with that. I'll write down some letters and you can form words out of them! How does that sound?" she'd ask as she dug out a pen and a piece of paper.
However, as she wrote, a trio of older students would enter the library, clearly bored and looking for trouble. They'd point in the direction of the two, seeing only a mousy looking girl and a small feminine boy. Easy targets right? The trio would make their way across the library before approaching the table. One of them would slam his hands on the desk, causing Zoe to jump, startled by the sudden noise. "Oi, we want this table, fuckin' move it," he'd snarl, leaning in towards Zoe. She'd cower back in response, her face paling. "O.. O... ok..."
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Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Apr 26, 2015 1:04:58 GMT -5
Katsumi gave a shrug, prepared to do whatever. She didn't really care what it was, as long as it would help raise her grades enough to where the teachers would let her alone. Zoe wrote, but Katsumi's brows twitched upon hearing some kids approach them from behind. The rogue's eyes narrowed and she watched them from her peripheral vision. Katsumi's fingers rolled as irritation flared within her. They were targets, and Katsumi was sick of being a damn target. She came here to learn, to help herself, and these fuckers weren't going to let them.
Katsumi didn't jump when the student slammed his hands onto the desk, instead sitting coolly, perhaps too much so. His attention moved to Zoe, who was the clearly frightened of the two, and Katsumi merely inhaled, closing her eyes.
"I'm sick and tired of this shit," she muttered in Japanese. They weren't going to get their goddamned table. They were going to get shit, except what Kat was going to deal to them. His attention was diverted to her now, but Katsumi didn't even bother listening to him as he started to go on. She blocked out his bullshit, his cruel words, his threats. Katsumi had heard them all before, and so much more, so much worse, from those who were an actual threat. She was done being scared, especially from these low lives. They had no idea of what she was capable and what she had done, and they were about to get an inkling of such. Katsumi wasn't going to run and hide this time. In the middle of him talking, Katsumi opened her eyes and rolled them, growling lowly, "Fuck off."
Just as his anger started to rise up and before he could do anything, just opening his mouth to shout, Katsumi moved her leg and lashed back, kicking in hard onto the knee. The force made him buckle, and with great speed Katsumi took advantage of the momentum and used her hand to take a hold of his head and slam it right onto the desk. The other's eyes widened, about to move forward, and the rogue jumped up out of her chair and kicked it back, causing it to collide into the boy behind her.
Grabbing onto the kid who had threatened her, she slammed his head against the table again, before stomping against the inside of his knee and forcing him back, bringing him to the ground, that extra push being a sharp jab to his throat. The third kid went around the one who had the chair pushed against him, and went for Katsumi. She grabbed a book and brought it up just in time to block the punch. With her free hand, the rogue grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, jamming the book against his throat while simultaneously bringing up her knee and hitting him hard against the groin. And he went down just as the other who had been hit with the chair stumbled up.
Kat's relatively fast so she could close the distance as he's falling. Reach out and take his wrist as he's doing so, and since she's kinda short, you can just say the dude is pretty tall. That, and she's above average strength, so she could pull up as he's falling down (which would actually do a good amount of shoulder damage to him), and then twist so her back is facing him. Pull the arm over the shoulder until the elbow is just above it, preferably the side of the elbow, then take the wrist with both hands and pull down as hard as possible.
Aiming momentarily, the disguised girl proceeded to chuck the book right at the boy's head. Making sure to ensure he would stay down, Katsumi rushed forward, quickly closing the distance, and, as he fell, she grabbed his wrist and pulled up as he fell, bringing it over his shoulder. Her other hand grabbed the wrist as well and she used her strength to pull as hard as possible. At the snap, the boy screamed and she released him, allowing him to crumple onto the floor and writhe.
It was only now, turning around to face the boy who she had first attacked, that she slipped out her disguised nylon fiber knife, removing the comb piece. The first boy was moaning and struggling to get up onto his knees, and Katsumi grabbed him by the hair and twisted him around, forcing him onto his back. She drove one of her knees into his solar plexus, keeping her weight on it, while the other straddled by his side. The rogue leaned down, her face just an inch from his, and the knife rested firmly against the side of his neck.
"Do you know what this is? Where my knife is? ... If I just cut this here, you will bleed out within a minute... long before anybody can come to help. You will die and there won't be anything to stop it," she breathed. Normally Katsumi talked nervously and kept her head down, but her voice, while barely the level of a whisper, was steady and exceptionally cold. The frigidness about the disguised girl gave the strong sense that the threat she was giving was solid. 'Hiroshi' was dead serious and meant every last word that uttered so softly from her lips. "So I suggest you and your group drag your asses out of here."
The knife pressed a little harder against his throat, causing the tiniest drop of blood. "And if you or your friends ever try to fuck with either of us again... I will fucking hunt you all down, slit your goddamned throats, and hide the bodies." Katsumi twisted her head, tilting it to the side, dark eyes boring into his own. "I'll cut them up into tiny pieces and feed them to the motherfucking sharks and the fish."
Her brown eyes were in the moment, but dead, as well. They were darker than usual, almost black, and everything about them, how they looked down at the boy, was ominous. Katsumi leaned closer to him, her lips just a breath away from his ear, and she whispered ever so softly, "You'll just disappear, and no one will ever see you again. And no one will give a fuck either, because you're a piece of a shit scum, and society likes to see scum picked up off of the street. They don't want to deal with you. But I will. And nobody will miss you or your friends, and... even if they give you the courtesy to look, they won't ever find a trace. It'll be as though you poofed into thin air. Gone. Forever."
Katsumi then slowly leaned back and inhaled deeply, before picking herself up on the exhale. His pants grew dark and the rogue could smell piss, but it was hardly a smell she wasn't used to (people defecated immediately after death, and so had caused the death of so many now...), and she simply turned away, piecing the knife together and slipping it away. She moved over to the desk, which was a complete mess. Blood from the first boy's broken nose was all over her papers and books (the other one was on the ground near the second.)
Rubbing her face in irritation, the rogue grumbled in Japanese, "Damn it all to hell..." |
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Post by Zoe on Apr 26, 2015 19:53:56 GMT -5
Zoe looked at Saito as he mumbled in Japanese, clearly annoyed and not happy with what was going on. The girl gulped as she looked down, hoping the other wouldn't cause any trouble... If they just left, the bullies would be appeased. They could always just continue their tutoring session elsewhere. It wasn't mandatory that it had to be held in the library.
Of course, things were never that easy. Zoe gasped out as she saw the petite boy suddenly lash out at the much larger student. ”Erk!” she mumbled, eyes widening as she stood. Oh no! Damnit! They were going to get in so much trouble now! Saito had looked like such a gentle person... A timid one too... But, Zoe was finding herself reminded that there was a reason they were in this school after all.
Everything happened so fast. While Zoe was capable of following it all, she felt like it could have been a blur. As Saito began to speak, Zoe gulped, eyes wide as her hands shook. How could anyone make threats like that? Her face paled as she looked at him with wide terror filled eyes. ”...S...Saito...” she mumbled, grabbing her bag and taking a step away from him. ”Y... you shouldn't have done that!” she mumbled, looking off to the side, her voice shaking.
”Th... they would have left us alone!” she stammered as she took another step away. ”D... doing stuff like this... isn't going to help anyone!” |
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Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Apr 26, 2015 21:31:33 GMT -5
When Zoe spoke, the rogue looked over to the other girl and frowned. Was Garcia seriously that sheltered? Had no one tried to kill her yet? Did she really still believe that shit? That if she was a bystander or a doormat that she would be left alone? "Do you really think that?"
Her expression grew cold and Katsumi's lids drooped, before she glanced away and shook her head, adding after a pause, "... You are naive, Garcia-san."
Despite the tutor having backed away from Katsumi, understandably, she supposed, the rogue came closer, shoving her books and papers and shit into her bookbag, more carelessly than she normally would have. Kat would organize it all properly later. But, as she did so, Katsumi said, "I have been running and hiding from these fuckers, the people at this school, since I came here, and do you know what's it's done?"
Katsumi turned around to face Zoe and tentatively lifted up her shirt and hoodie, just enough for Zoe to see the healing knife wound on her stomach. After getting a look, the rogue pulled her clothes back down and moved over to where her book was that she flung, explaining, speaking more than she usually did, frustrated with today, "It's gotten me hurt, or almost hurt. Just the other day, boys I'd been avoiding for weeks found me on the streets and they chased me with knives, and..."
The student picked up the book and cut herself off. Then she quite literally collided into Sebastian and he ran them off. And then... well... The hood hid the light blush colouring her cheeks and Katsumi coughed. "P... Point is, you have to stand up for yourself. If you don't, you'll just be pushed around, and you'll end up dead."
The same would have been if she hadn't fought back her father the last time. Her fighting back is what ultimately saved her life. With her last book in the bag, Katsumi zipped it up and flung it over her shoulder. A hand moved over her flattened chest and the girl responded, "I'm not gonna take that... that bullshit anymore, and I suggest you don't either. It... It's a dog-eat-dog world out there, and you'll be dogfood if you don't show your an alpha."
Yes. She could only stick to the shadows for so long. It was her preference, but she had to incite fear again, like back in the days when she had been Shi with her father (of course, she lived in constant fear and was oppressed by him, but they were feared together by others, and they weren't messed with as a result), and with that realization Katsumi released a soft sigh and rubbed her face again.
Zoe was clearly off-put by Katsumi, and, after the event (and her work being ruined by the damn blood), she supposed she would need to start another day, and with a different student. Fantastic. Turning around, Katsumi was in the direction of the library entrance and was about to head off, mumbling to herself with a sigh, "Guess... I need a new tutor then. Great..." |
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Post by Zoe on Apr 28, 2015 10:31:43 GMT -5
Zoe's eyes widened behind her glasses as the boy spoke. She'd grip the edges of her jacket tightly. Her palms were whitening. The girl would stand there silently, looking down as the other spoke. She didn't more nor did she show any real reaction until the other finished. Then, Zoe looked up, her eyes narrowing as she glared into the boy's face.
”Those are all pathetic excuses people too dumb to avoid conflict use,” she spoke harshly. The girl would sigh after a moment, her face turning a bit red. ”Sorry... but...” Zoe would rub the back of her head, now somewhat embarrassed by her little outburst. ”But... I'd rather not let my permanent record get any worse and take a beating or two than destroy my future any more than it has been...”
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