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The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Tennessee listened quietly to his sister's half explanation that didn't do much to reassure him. Watching a movie sounded like one of George's excuses. He wanted so badly to believe Charlotte, but the recent scandal was making it hard for him to hear her over the sting of Georgia's betrayal.

Then again, how recent was it? Landon's words were like dry tender to the growing fire of bitterness and confusion burning deep in the Volunteer's heart. He could think of so many incidents which seemed so glaringly suspicious in the light of their brothers' supposedly new relationship. How deep did Georgia's lies go?

Andrew slowly sunk down into a chair nearby as the weight of this treachery sucked the strength from his legs. It was almost too much to physically bare. He rubbed a hand across his face as if he might be able to wipe away all of this and make it disappear, but nothing changed.

Tennessee flinched when the camera clattered to the ground, laying at just the right angle for him to see that damning image yet again. He had to avert his eyes as they stung miserably at the way Christian was flipping him off in the image. It really did feel like that was what his brother was doing to him.

"C-Clues?" he asked dumbly as if he couldn't understand the word or hear it over all the chaos going on inside his heart and mind. It took a moment for him to slowly nod. "Um... yeah... G-George will prob'ly be there. I can just ask him an' he'll clear this up," he said as he tried to grab onto some hope it was still just a big misunderstanding.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

(icons are linked to songs either from or about North Carolina. Not all of them are necessarily my favorites.)




"I honestly doubt that." she said bitterly in regards the possibility of the peach and orange states using their rivalry as a cover up. There had been too much bloodshed among the two that if there was something else during those times, they were living very sick twisted lives. Georgia was born to protect South Carolina from the Floridan so it was possible that there was once something there at one point but time has changed so much. She was still in a bit of denial and thought that it was possibly the alcohol increasing Christan's decision on the kiss.

Like Leah she wanted Georgia to be happy so even if this scandal were true she wasn't upset about that. Heck she was more or less annoyed with Florida. "C-c-cuddling!?" Charlotte's face now turned beat red and clasp over her mouth. "That sleezy-no-good-flirty-b*****d!" she gritted her teeth. Now the only thing she could think of was the fact how stunning the Florida state had looked shirtless cooking her and her sister breakfast this morning only to be going out with her dear protective brother. "If he ever hurts Chris, I'm gonna give that guy a piece of my mind!"

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Tennessee just blinked at Massachusetts whens he accused him of being over protective of their sisters. Since when? Sometimes she said the weirdest things, but right now he just couldn't bring himself to worry too much about that. He felt emotionally stretched too thin as it was to do much more than give his sister a strained frown when he found out she had been cuddled against her will. Seriously. What was Florida doing messing with two of his closest neighbors and family members? Was he trying to pick a fight with the Volunteer?

Well, he would have to sort out the punishment for touching his sister later once this whole mess with Georgia was settled. He nodded appreciatively to Landon for offering to come with him and figure out what was going on.

"Thanks, Landon," he said as he stood back up and offered a weak smile. "This has gotta be some sorta mistake. George woulda told me if somethin' was up so... it's probably a mistake. You'll see. He'll explain it all when we get back to the dorm." Although he sounded more like he was trying to convince and comfort himself of this than anyone else. He looked over at Charlotte. "You wanna come, too, sis?"

Grade 9
The Volunteer

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Andrew felt a little better knowing that North Carolina and California were coming with him to find out the truth. However, that didn't stop the turmoil in his heart even though he tried to push it down with the hope that in a few moments his big brother would explain everything. He stood up from the chair and shifted the guitar on his back so it would be more comfortable before leading the way towards his dorm.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

California was not surprised to see that his dorm lights were off when he inserted the key and opened the door. One of the late-departers must have turned off the lights for him. He flicked them back on anyway and flung himself on the bed, still holding the ice pack on his cheek. The cold made it hard to sleep, but he didn’t want to spend his time thinking over the night’s events, especially not the new romance that had ruined his project and quite possibly a friendship or two to boot. Lacking anything better to do while the ice melted, the West Coast state stood up again after merely minutes of true rest and sat down in front of his Mac.

It had fallen asleep rather than get turned off; when he slid a finger over the touchpad, the Air lit up again with a front-on view of Georgia’s CG counterpart. Landon flipped idly through the open tabs, noting with satisfaction that everything he and his guests had worked on was still there. He saved everything as it was to ensure he had updated files and continued his work on the movie.

Even if Georgia and Florida had told him no, there was always a black market for movies of war…

Landon had no conscious idea when he fell asleep. When his head finally hit the keyboard, though, his arms caught it, preventing his skull from corrupting the files he had labored so carefully on.








Out of San Francisco:

Landon had no idea how hard it might have been for Leilani and Feliciano to clean up his booth and get him back into his dorm because he had slept right through it. His glass injury had been somewhat healed during the festival with his own water magic, but even that small remedy had come well after the assault. It was possible that California was sleeping uncharacteristically too much, or maybe he was just sleeping off the rest of the alcohol he had consumed in his wild drinking game with two states and Germany.

Either way, when he woke up, the West Coast state was feeling perfectly fine, except for a little headache near the site of the injury. Everything seemed a little dark this morning, though. Landon stood up, stretched, and headed into the kitchen to make some quick chicken noodle soup while Gran yawned widely, showing off his sharp teeth, and lumbered off to do what bears do.

While he cooked, California wondered what the mean girl, Patricia of the Other World Kingdom, was doing. If he remembered her correctly, she had probably forgotten about her hitting him, or maybe even forgotten him... Not that that mattered much to Landon. He wouldn't mind if he never met her again, given what she had done to him and what she had possibly done to Alabama.







Out of San Francisco: It's a little boring to be the only one in a dorm... || Fine, no doctor. Who's the next best (that I know)? ... KARTLOS! biggrin Or Pat can randomly appear as well...?

Landon was whistling away in the kitchen as he cooked up an Asian rice porridge picked up from his various Oriental towns. Chao, or however it was pronounced, sounded really good right now, but the rice was taking forever to open. He was about to magically hasten the process when something snapped and Gran suddenly roared from the living room, causing California and his unexpected guest to jump. Gran never roared like that if one of his siblings came over, so he reasonably expected that it was Kartlos. After all, he had yet to introduce his Georgian friend to the little grizzly. So Landon bounced out of the kitchen merrily, a bright greeting on his lips, miraculously not spilling any hot soup on himself.

"Hello, Kart--?"

The greeting died upon his lips as he studied the person standing before him. Kartlos wasn't a girl, nor was he given to the color purple... Unless this was some giant prank that California had not been informed on, this was--

"Patricia?" he asked incredulously. What in the world was she doing here? Smashing him over the head with a glass bottle wasn't enough? A number of angry insults rose in his brain as his eyes traveled up to her face, but all of them fell to the teasing words that promptly came to mind.

"So! You came back!" Landon said, smiling one of his most disarming smiles yet. "Guess you couldn't resist my sunny Californian charm, could you? I bet you're here for the wine! Just give me a minute, and I'll go get some! Oh, and don't mind Gran here; he's just hungry after waking up," he added as an afterthought, not knowing just how powerful that statement might be. "I'm cooking up some Asian rice porridge, if you want some. Be right back!"

With that, the Westerner skipped back into the kitchen, leaving Patricia with the bear.







Out of San Francisco: And Pat gets bear XD I couldn't resist.