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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 11:16 am
Ireland America
*juniors*  Al was a little upset that Arthur left without answering him. So he finally left the class himself. And ran to the gates and the corner store. But in his hast he wasn't paying atention to were he was going and crashed into some one knoking her over. He ofcorse stopped and looked at his viction. It was the read haired girl that lived near Arthur.
"Oh I'm sorry are you ok?"Maureen glared up at the Americen but her glare sofented when he apologized.
"Yah."
She pushed herself off her hands and knees with a hiss of pain and looked at her hands. They were pretty scratched up, lucaly her knees were protected by her socks pulled up so high.
"Well now I have something to do.""Would you like me to walk you to the docter's office?""No it will only case you to rush again and knok someone else over. I'll be fine."
And she turned to walk back to the school bilding where his offoce was.Al watched for a moment, then went on his way.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 10:39 pm
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ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ Boing boing! Rang out Brazil's coastline as she bounded towards Luis at a quickened space. At this time she had run back to her dorm and threw everything back onto her bed so she didn't have anything weighing her down as she shopped for more. "Luis! Luis~!" She exclaimed as she strolled right up to him, panting softly as she placed her hands on her hips for balance and support. "Sorry for being late, as always. I ran as fast as I could~! Where's Romero? I thought he was coming with us..."
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 10:35 am
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorAs he waited, Luis Esteban heard a familiar sound. One that would cause his face to go red "Oh, that's okay, Juliana. Last I heard, he was in his culinary club meeting." Just as he mentioned it, he gets a text on his cell phone. it was from Romero, asking him where they are. he texted back a response.
Me and Juliana are by the school gates{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: ) Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 6:37 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentΓnRepΓΊblica Bolivariana de Venezuela ββββββββββββ
After a few minutes, Romero arrived at the school gates to see Luis and Juliana waiting for him. It didn't seem like they had been waiting overtly long, since it was still as bright as it had been when school had let out. Maybe they had gotten here a short time before he had left the meeting?
"Hola, Luis, Juliana," he greeted, approaching them. "A ver... What do we still need to make for our booths?"
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of Caracas: Complete food list can be found in this last post, while an abbreviated description can be found in this second-to-last post.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 8:34 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorWhile waiting, Luis Esteban finally sees Romero heading to the school gates "Hola, hermano. Well, I'm just missing meat to make my dishes. Plus, I'll need some paper and glue to make some decorations for my booth."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 9:10 am
Sr. Romero ValentΓn RepΓΊblica Bolivariana de Venezuela ββββββββββββ
Romero nodded thoughtfully. "I'll need all that, as well as pancake batter, coconuts, and lasagna noodles." He turned to Juliana questioningly. "Que necesitas tΓΊ?"
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of Caracas: Que... = What do you need? || Complete food list can be found in this last post.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 6:42 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorArgen looked at his watch "Hey, we should get going. I don't want to have to stay up all night making our stuff for tomorrow."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 6:48 pm
Sr. Romero ValentΓn RepΓΊblica Bolivariana de Venezuela ββββββββββββ
It seemed that Juliana was preoccupied with something, for she didn't respond for several moments. Romero was about to repeat his question a little more loudly when Luis interrupted, saying that he didn't want to stay up all night preparing for the festival tomorrow.
The Venezuelan sighed, somewhat chagrined that Argentina had been the one to remind him of the time. "Si, we should probably go," he decided. He left with his brother for the store, not checking to see if Juliana followed.
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Out of Caracas: No-show dragon again? When does this day 'end'?
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 9:36 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorLuis Esteban nodded and followed his older brother to the store.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 6:12 pm
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorLuis Esteban had arrived at the gates. As he waited for his brother, he began to think. it's been a while since he saw that odd light thing. Did something happen to it?{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 6:53 pm
 Sr. Romero ValentΓn RepΓΊblica Bolivariana de Venezuela ββββββββββββ
Romero arrived at the gate to find that his brother had already beaten him there. How in the world had he managed to clean up so fast? Probably he had simply rode in on Esperanza, dumped his stuff on his bed, and ran back out in his gaucho uniformβhe was still wearing it after all.
Giving no more thought to it, Romero walked out to the parking lot with Luis and opened the trunk of his Ibiza to quickly throw his supply bag into the trunk. βWell then,β he said with an air of finality. βLetβs go find your ghost.β They hopped in, and Romero turned the keys.
Before he could start driving, though, his and Luis' phones both buzzed urgently. Romero reacted first, flipping open his phone and checking the message. Juliana had apparently finished with her dance and was wondering where they were. He texted back a quick reply explaining the situation, but did not start the engine as quickly as he'd expected. He wanted to see what Brazil would think of Argentina's ghost.
"We're in my Ibiza in the parking lot and about to check out the beach. Luis thinks he saw a ghost in pain there and wants to investigate." ~Romero
... After waiting a few minutes for Juliana's response, it did not come, and Romeo decided enough was enough. Turning the keys all the way, he revved up the sport SUV's engine ange drive off to the beach.
"OjalΓ‘ que todavΓa estΓ‘," he muttered as he drove. If the ghost-thing had disappeared while he had been preparing, he would never hear the end of it from Luis.
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of Caracas: Romeroβs dark-red Ibiza SC has been drawn!
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 9:08 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorBefore Luis Esteban could step inside, he patted Esperanza's head, indicating her to go home. She galloped away and turned to his older brother "If I remember correctly, it headed to that direction." He climbed into Romero's car "Once we confront it, you better not get all defensive on it. It might not even be an enemy."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: hopefully I'll get pics of Argen in school uniform and normal clothes ;w; )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 8:08 pm
Sr. Romero ValentΓn RepΓΊblica Bolivariana de Venezuela ββββββββββββ
The two South Americans arrived at the gates first, having needed to retrieve nothing else from the dorms prior. Venezuela had already stocked his Ibiza with enough provisions to last the three of them a few days if they ate sparingly, and no doubt Alabama would bring a little more food. He and Argentina were already armed and ready for whatever fights they might find in the beach cave, and Elpis, having come with nothing, needed to bring nothing more with her than herself and whatever innate magic she might have.
Romero leaned casually against the driverβs side of his sporty SUV, unsheathing his sword and polishing it with a ruffled cloth he had tucked into his belt just for that purpose.
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of Caracas: I found your last Gates OOC, Luthor. Pay me and I'll draw something for ya. biggrin || SEAT Ibiza SC (needs an extra pair of doors XD)
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 8:50 pm
 ~The Yellow Hammer State~ "Johnny Kane" Bama ran up to the car, a book bag slung over his shoulder, a baseball bat holstered in his belt, and a shotgun holstered at his side." I've got enough bottled coffee to last us a few days, and some of the left over biscuits from the festival.I've already figured you've all got what you need." He assumed with a calm smile. He didn't tell them, but he had a spell book and a few objects in his book-bag in case things got REALLY hairy. Southern Sass To The King's English
Out of fried foods~: ~The Southern Gentleman Freshman~
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 8:55 pm
Sr. Romero ValentΓn RepΓΊblica Bolivariana de Venezuela ββββββββββββ
The Venezuelan looked up when he heard the sound of running feet to see that Alabama had arrived with a book bag, a baseball bat, and a shotgun. He didnβt question what Johnny had packed in the bag, assuming that it was food and ammunition for his shotgun. Sheathing his blade, he raised a clenched hand in greeting and depressed the unlock button on the Ibizaβs key with his upraised thumb, unlocking the vehicle and opening the trunk for the state to put his stuff in.
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of Caracas: SEAT Ibiza SC (needs an extra pair of doors XD)
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