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 Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 12:28 pm
Connecticut ▀▄▀C▄▀▄▀▄▀O▄▀▄▀N▄▀▄▀▄ ▀N▄▀▄▀▄▀E▄▀▄▀
The One who's name is Lost forever. I'm Conne, stuck in the shadows of larger states, I really am a state! I swear! Why can't anyone notice me? I'm not a no one, I'm Conneticut, the Constitution State, remember me? ▄▀W▄▀▄H▀▄▀O▄▀▄▀▄▀A▄▀M▄▀▄I▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄ Conne nodded a Thank you, " grazie signore" he said softly. He turned to leave but looked at his brother once more. "See you later fratello" he said a bit louder then he normal did trying to get his voice to travel over to him.
He then walked off the class after looking at where he was supposed to go.
Nutmeg state!
Out of Hartford
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 8:34 am
 Juan MachadoThe Headstrong Junior"Gracias." Juan takes his schedule and map "Well, Ruti, I'm off. I hope I'll see you in lunch." he leaves the office and heads to class.{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 10:35 am
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ Rutilio blinked and looked around in confusion when he thought he heard someone say his name, but he didn't notice anyone familiar talking to him. That was odd. He didn't even see Connecticut as the state slipped out of the office. The Floridian shrugged it off and smiled as he waved at Cuba as he left before smiling at Georgia. "Let's go, too!" he said cheerfully as he snagged Kartlos' hand and dragged him off towards their first class. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 1:50 pm
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Landon Blackwell Jones
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Landon burst into the office, panting heavily. He had never been here before, and had only gotten into the tenth grade due to some aptitude test that focused pathetically on Hollywood stars, and had promptly gotten himself lost on his way to the main office. He remembered wandering into the cafeteria, the gym, the ladies’ locker room—that had been entertaining—before finally coming across the office. Whose bright idea was it to stick the office so far away from the dorms?
“Landon Blackwell Jones, here to pick up my schedule!” he announced triumphantly, wiping the sweat from his eyes.
A cinnamon-salt-haired old man glanced in his direction. He was much taller than the black-haired boy he was helping, who Landon recognized as his New England brother, Connecticut. So was this the principal? He looked so old! “Hey, Gramps, do I get my schedule from you?” Landon asked him with his characteristic forthrightness.
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 ||~You wish You were the Golden State~|| Out of San Francisco: That PM never happened.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 1:59 pm
 Sr. Romero Valentín
 República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero stretched as he entered the office, his gaze focused on Principal Vargas to ensure that the easily distracted man didn’t forget about him and leave him hanging in the office for the whole day again. He always did enjoy watching his eccentric old principal’s antics. Too bad the same could not be said of the rest of the office. It seemed that old Vargas was busy at the moment, so Romero located the renewal form and went to fill it out. His backpack clung too tightly as he leaned down to complete the task, and he made a mental note to loosen those straps later. “Romero Valentín, returning for duty,” he announced. “I need my schedule, Luis Esteban Salazaar-Carriedo’s, and Juliana da Silva’s schedules, as well,” he added. “They’re both not feeling all that great, so I’m picking up their schedules for them.”
The Venezuelan wouldn’t mind leaving right now, but he knew the hawk-eyed vice principal would catch him in the middle of his early escape if he did. Romero wished Ludwig Senior would shorten the renewal process soon. Oh well. He wanted to go look for his fellows from Europe, especially England. But he could wait to find that island nation a little later. Besides, the blonde-headed Briton had an uncanny knack for seeking out people he wanted. Must have been something to do with his old war days...
It seemed that two other kids had beaten him to the punch. Nothing unusual, since Romero hadn't exactly rushed to get here. A black-haired boy and a blonde were ahead of him for the principal's attention,and by the looks of them, they were both states. Dios. He could be waiting for quite a while.
As he waited for the principal, or even the grumpier vice principal to clear him and the others, Romero’s eyes roved over the room. It was filled with the same memorabilia it had always been. In this corner were Rome's old trophies, here that VP's odd things, over there Nurse Caax's Mayan relics. Nothing had changed, really, and he hoped the same could be said of his schedule.
 Out of Caracas:
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 2:22 pm
❖ Romulus Vargas ❖
Principal Just as Romulus thought he was going to have a break, he saw two other students enter the office. A blonde one and a brunette. The Spanish one seemed polite, but the state had some nerve to call him old. If he weren't a principal, he'd pound the little smart-mouth. he searched through his paperwork and handed the blode boy his schedule and map "Here you go, Landon." Seems Romero was asking for his friend's schedules as well "Is that so? Aw, poor things... Fall seems to be the season the flu or something like that." he hands the papers to Romero "Here you go. Be sure they get them." Imperium Romanum
Roman Empire Italian >> English {Out Of Wine:}
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 2:44 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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“Muchos gracias, señor.” Romero accepted the papers and, waving, left the office. As he walked back to the dorms to deliver the extra schedules, Romero looked at them all. “Hmm, so I have math again first?” he mused quietly to himself. “Nothing I must learn there… And Juliana and Luis both have history together…” He paused, rereading the others’ schedules. “They have the exact same schedule?!”
So someone had simplified the schedules. At least that meant he would see his senior friends all at once, too. Romero continued on.
Out of Caracas:
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 2:45 pm
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Landon Blackwell Jones
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“Thanks, Gramps!” Landon smiled cockily at the man he now presumed was the principal. He saw the older man’s eye twitch, and bolted out of the office before anything worse could happen. At speed, he unfurled his schedule, which flapped madly in the wind. “Let’s see here… What do I have first?
||~You wish You were the Golden State~|| Out of San Francisco:
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 2:56 pm
 There are 3 rules in this school
1. Don't run in halls
2. Get along with everyone
3. Survival of the fittest Arthur Kirkland
Student Vice President
Member of the Disciplinary Committee
The Junior GentlemanEngland brought the horse over to the office door. Sure they received some of the craziest looks as they walked through the hallway but what else could the brit do? He didn't want the horse running loose. "Wait here." He told the horse, which he wasn't sure why he was talking to it. Arthur went inside. "Mr Vargas?Excuse me for inter May I make an announcement on the intercom about a lost 'object'?" (Out of Tea: )
British >> American:  I have rules in my territories: *Follow my orders *Call me -sama *Don't complain about my food
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 3:00 pm
❖ Romulus Vargas ❖
Principal As Romulus was organizing papers, he looked up and saw a mamber of the Disciplinary Committee "I'm sure that won't be necessary. They can just look for it in the lost and found." Imperium Romanum
Roman Empire Italian >> English {Out Of Wine:}
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 3:10 pm
There are 3 rules in this school
1. Don't run in halls
2. Get along with everyone
3. Survival of the fittest Arthur Kirkland
Student Vice President
Member of the Disciplinary Committee
The Junior Gentleman A roll of sweat fell across his brow. "Sir I can assure you that you may want to take care of his matter soon as possible." The brit sighed, might as well tell him the truth. "There is a horse here in the school building, before the Committee can discipline this student we must find it's owner." (Out of Tea: Holy Crap! We're getting a really bad lightning storm. I may not want to be on long. )
British >> American: I have rules in my territories: *Follow my orders *Call me -sama *Don't complain about my food
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 3:22 pm
°o.O—¤ 𝔗ris ¤—O.o° εїз The Tennessee Walking Horse εїз Iris glanced around the office curiously and craned her neck over the nearest desk so she could grab a few documents and nibble on them. When the clerk objected and tried to get them away the horse abandoned the not so tasty treat with a displeased snort. These people weren't as nice as the Englishman and so she decided to push her way past the front desk to find where the blonde had gotten to.
As she crammed passed the poor secretaries and teachers who just happened to be in the room, Iris snorted a soft apology before continuing to muscle her way to England. His hair looked a little out of place and so the mare decided to help him out by lightly nibbling on a few unruly blonde spikes in an effort to smooth it.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 3:31 pm
❖ Romulus Vargas ❖
Principal "Dio mio!" Arthur wasn't kidding, there really was a horse in the school. How in the world did it get in here? "Si si, of course. Go right ahead. Find the owner right away, and tell him or her to make sure this doesn't happen again." Imperium Romanum
Roman Empire Italian >> English {Out Of Wine:}
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 3:49 pm
There are 3 rules in this school
1. Don't run in halls
2. Get along with everyone
3. Survival of the fittest Arthur Kirkland
Student Vice President
Member of the Disciplinary Committee
The Junior Gentleman At least the principal seemed to believe him now. "Please cut that out" he whispered to the horse that was combing his hair like a mother to a child. He gave her a nice pat on the nose before going over to the intercom. (Out of Tea: (going to post in the classroom)
British >> American: I have rules in my territories: *Follow my orders *Call me -sama *Don't complain about my food
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 4:01 pm
°o.O—¤ 𝔗ris ¤—O.o°εїз The Tennessee Walking Horse εїз Iris let go of the British man's hair, but stayed close to him as she curiously watched what he was up to now. She stuck her head over his shoulder and tried to nuzzle the microphone with her nose to investigate. She had seen her special person use these before, but usually they were on a stand or something. Maybe England was going to sing her a song? The walking horse could always appreciate a nice melody and nuzzled him happily in thanks for thinking of her, but right now she had someone she needed to find and no time for that.
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