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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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Positive thoughts and Slippery walks (Open)
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Post by Clyde Matheson on Dec 13, 2014 1:06:23 GMT -5
Snowflakes drifted slowly down in the darkness of morning. A pair of aquamarine eyes gazed out toward the blurry skyline of New York City. The winter weather had just begun set in. It was a calming scene to behold from the large window of his parent's condo on the 20th floor. The young teen had just finished getting dressed for his first day at his new school.
Zipping up his favorite red, white and black jacket. A pair of thin black gloves were pulled on in anticipation of the chilly weather. A black beanie would be worn to cover his ears. Both his parents had already left for work, so a taxi was what Clyde would take to school. By the time he finished grabbing his one-strapped silver backpack, his phone was vibrating to alert him of his ride. Rushing to the elevator, the boy would make his way to #552.
The ride had taken all but 10 minutes. After paying his tab, Clyde Matheson would turn and take in his surroundings. There were many questions going on in the 15 year old kid's head. He knew the possibility of something bad happening to him here was high, but he brushed those negative thoughts away immediately. Instead, he tried to focus on all the good things that could come with his first day. He could make friends, or at least he hoped so.
He had arrived early this day on purpose. A few students could be seen trickling into the school, or lounging around in the brisk weather. A smile would form on his lips as he entered the courtyard and began to make his way toward the school entrance. Clyde would only make it four steps in before his shoes lost traction.
"WHA- WHA- WHOAA"
His attempt at trying to regain balance had been futile and Clyde slipped, landing on his tail bone. Groaning in pain, the boy would stand back up on shaky legs. The only thing that hurt worse was the fact that more than a few people had seen it happen. Clyde was unable to stop himself from turning beat red from such an embarrassing moment. He would gingerly move toward a nearby bench and slowly lowering himself onto it.
"Ugh.. What a way to make an entrance. This is going to be an awkward day, now.."
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Post by Angel Vance on Dec 14, 2014 2:22:54 GMT -5
Angel had been one of those students who had witnessed the kids fall and would go to sit on the bench beside him.
"Well."
He would stretch and yawn for a moment then looked back at the kid.
"It could have been much worse."
Then he would smile and chuckle aloud.
"Just think, you could have fallen and busted your head knocking you unconscious! Then people might have robbed you, or left you out here in the cold, probably both! So always better to be in a little pain than flat out knocked out cold... in the cold. Good words to live by."
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Post by Clyde Matheson on Dec 14, 2014 23:12:11 GMT -5
"Yeah.. I guess you're right. I like the way you think."
Clyde would give a small chuckle and shrug his shoulders to rid himself of the embarrassing entry he had just made. In his head it had been nothing like he pictured. But as the stranger had said, it could have been a lot worse.
"Clyde Matheson. Nice to meet you. What's your name?"
A simple question to start the conversation. There was still time to burn before school would start. He might as well try to get to know the person who had approached him. This was his first opportunity to try and make a friend, and he would embrace it. It kind of sucked to be lonely.
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Post by Angel Vance on Dec 14, 2014 23:47:04 GMT -5
Angel smiled and held out a hand.
"Angel Vance. Nice to meet ya good sir."
If the stranger shook his hand Angel would nod his approval, if not he would just shrug and lower his hand. Then he would check his phone to catch the time.
"So, have you ever attended this school before?"
Angel asked curiously, he had heard a few rumors from passing students about the kind of school this was, as well as the look of a few students here. He didn't really know what to think of the place. So best idea to find out more was to find someone who had been here and ask them.
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Post by Clyde Matheson on Dec 15, 2014 0:13:45 GMT -5
Clyde saw Angel extend his hand after he had given his name. It was only proper for him to accept the hand shake, and he would. After giving a firm shake, he would pull his hand away. Those curious eyes would continue to take in the sights around him. The people, the buildings themselves and the snow as it drifted down from above.
"Actually, it is my first day. I was kind of hoping you knew about this place. I've heard stories.. Not usually to good, either. But I guess it is what it is."
Throwing his arms up, elbows bent and hands grasping for the back of his head, Clyde would lean back on the bench, wincing slightly as he did so. He was still feeling the fall from a moment ago, his tail bone was killing him. However he would smile through the pain as he shift those aquamarine hues back to Angel.
"What about you, how long have you been here? What have you learned thus far?"
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Post by Angel Vance on Dec 15, 2014 0:25:51 GMT -5
Angel scratched his chin. Looks like this guy was just as new as him.
"Well, I've seen a kid spray painting the cafeteria floor, been in two fights, had two different offers from two different gangs, and I talked to a girl that was smoking weed outside my classroom. So essentially all the stories you've heard have been true so far as I have seen."
Angel would also look around inspecting the other students on their way inside. Gauging them as best as he could.
"So all in all... sounds like this year is going to be quite interesting!"
He would say with a laugh and big smile on his face.
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Post by Clyde Matheson on Dec 16, 2014 18:57:42 GMT -5
Clyde listened to his new acquaintance as he spoke. It certainly did seem like the year would be an interesting one. However he wasn't so sure he would enjoy it. It seemed like you had to be rough around the edges to get by here. Clyde wasn't exactly that. He was rather fragile at the moment. He was never one for conflict if he could avoid it.
"Yeah I guess if you find that.. Exciting. I'd rather not get pulled into any of that. I'm.. not made for hate, you know?"
Clyde was just being honest. He wasn't any kind of bad ass. He probably wouldn't be able to fight his way out of a paper bag. At least he knew that, and didn't try to be something he wasn't. That never meant he was above trying to help someone though, even if it meant sacrificing himself to do so.
"So what do you do for fun, Angel?"
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Post by Angel Vance on Dec 17, 2014 2:46:39 GMT -5
He would look at Clyde for a moment his head cocked to the side.
"Hate? No no, no hate here. I don't think there is anyone I hate honestly. It's too... strong to negative of a feeling. I think you misunderstand my enjoyment in this."
Angel would smile at Clyde, he was a decent person.
"I'm going to enjoy seeing how people change what is going to build them up, or tear them down. I am hopeful no one will get seriously hurt and if I can I'll even do my best to make sure nobody has to under go and punishment undeserved. I'm not the strongest person in the world but I'm good for a distraction at least!"
Angel would laugh at himself with that and shake his head.
"Oh man... but anyways for fun you ask? Hmmm... Music I guess is my muse. Happy, sad, angry, or Joyful music is always there for me in some way or another. How about yourself?"
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