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 Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 4:28 pm
Franny A free spirt that stays with Conneticut for some reason... ________________________________________ Franny sighed, "I"m not sure were he ran off too, Its weird for him to run off since he really doesn't have any friends to hang out with."
When Luis requested fire Franny perked up. "I kniow magic, its a ghost magic, so its differnt from human magic...so i can try to make a fire." >>OOC: hmm franny+fire=things burning<<
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 5:17 pm
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorThis worried Luis Esteban. He had a slight phobia of magic since he was used as target practice by a few of his siblings "I-I'm okay, Franny. Besides, a pan is fine..." he cooked a few more steaks.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: ) Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 4:36 pm
Franny A free spirt that stays with Conneticut for some reason... ________________________________________ Franny sighed, "Okay" she said sadly. She floated so she was just hovering over the couch.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 5:55 pm
 Sr. Romero Valentín
 República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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"I think medium is fine," Romero agreed, absentmindedly watching Japan cook his meal. He wondered if anyone else would show up, and in how much longer.
 Out of Caracas: Armelle's out for a week; Dragon's missing; Russian's missing... That's everyone!! D: Great...
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 6:36 pm
 Seychelles
Cherelle Petit
Freshman
When Cherelle awoke from her nap she smelled food. Despite the fact that lunch wasn't all that long ago, the delicious scents wafting from dorm 25 had her stomach growling. So she pulled herself out of bed and after adjusting her ribbons and changing into a dress(those school uniforms were cute and all, but nothing beats a cute blue dress in her opinion) she started to track down the source of these delicious scents. She soon found herself standing in front of dorm 23. She read the sign on the door. Argentina, Molossia, Venezuela... Venezuela? The boy from last night? What was his name again... Romero? She shrugged. It didn't really matter she guessed, as long as he was willing to share whatever it was he was cooking in there. She was a horrible chef and didn't wanna eat food that was almost as bad as England's, nor did she want to eat out. So she knocked on the door of his dorm and hoped that the others in there would be as friendly as Romero was the night before. When the ocean beats the rhythm and the wind plays the melody in harmony with it,
There, you can hear the sounds that birds are singing.
See, your body naturally starts to move!
The tuna, the shrimps, the dolphins and the sea gulls, when we hold their hands, they all become our friends.
Let's sing to the rhythm.
If we smile each other, our wish will be one☆
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 6:49 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorLuis Esteban heard the door knock. Seeing his older brother was busy, he decided to get teh door "I'll get it." he wiped his hands on a rag and opened the door. he saw a small tan girl there "Oh... Uh, h-hola... Are you one of Romero's friends?"{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 6:59 pm
Seychelles
Cherelle Petit
Freshman
Cherelle smiled when the door opened, not too surprised to see someone other than Venezuela. An older boy, who seemed shy, but nice. Since he spoke Spanish she assumed he was Argentina, since Argentina was supposed to be in this dorm too. "Bonjour!" She said cheerfully, then paused a moment before answering his question. Were they friends? They had only just met last night. "Sort of... So what are you guys cooking in here? Whatever it is, it sure smells delicious!" When the ocean beats the rhythm and the wind plays the melody in harmony with it,
There, you can hear the sounds that birds are singing.
See, your body naturally starts to move!
The tuna, the shrimps, the dolphins and the sea gulls, when we hold their hands, they all become our friends.
Let's sing to the rhythm.
If we smile each other, our wish will be one☆
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 7:14 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"Oh, that's probably the churrasco I'm making. I'm making several for our guests. Knowing my hermano, he may have invited a couple of people." he opened the door some more for the girl "Um... C-Come on in... Oh, I'm Luis Esteban, but you can call me Luis or Argen if you want..." he had a bit of trouble talking to girls (even though his best friend was female), so he'd look down or away from them.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 7:51 pm
Seychelles
Cherelle Petit
Freshman
Cherelle stepped into the dorm when he invited her in. "Ooh! What's that? It sounds yummy!" She said, then when he introduced himself, remembered that she needed to tell him who she was still. "I'm Cherelle Petit, but you can just call me Cherelle, or Sesel, or Sey." She paused then glared at him and added in a less pleasant tone of voice "But never call me SeySey." She absolutely hated that nickname and anyone that called her it was likely to get smacked with a fish. After saying that she smiled again, acting as if that had never even happened. "It's a pleasure to meet you Luis!" she said. She didn't really mind if Luis wasn't good at talking, because she usually did more talking than listening anyway. She glanced around the room and saw who else was in there. Japan, who she recognized from World War II when the Axis and Allies were stranded on one of her islands. Romero, who she had met the night before. And then there was a strange pale girl she didn't recognize. When the ocean beats the rhythm and the wind plays the melody in harmony with it,
There, you can hear the sounds that birds are singing.
See, your body naturally starts to move!
The tuna, the shrimps, the dolphins and the sea gulls, when we hold their hands, they all become our friends.
Let's sing to the rhythm.
If we smile each other, our wish will be one☆
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 9:13 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero had been too busy inhaling the wonderful scents of Kiku’s and Luis’ cooking to pay much attention to the door; neither did he notice when Luis left to answer it. So he was surprised to see a small tan girl he vaguely recognized walk in through the door, headed right for him in the kitchen. It didn’t take very long for the senior to recall that her name was Cherelle—Romero berated himself for not remembering earlier, after they had spent ten minutes dancing together just last night.
“Hola, Cherelle!” he greeted her enthusiastically, his arms unconsciously spreading themselves wider for the traditional greeting hugs that were so common in the Spanish-speaking world. “Did you come to eat some food or make it?” Then he added teasingly, “Or did you come to see me again?”
Out of Caracas: Strange, I could swear I just posted this... || Thanks so much, Fangirl! biggrin
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 10:09 pm
Seychelles
Cherelle Petit
Freshman
Hearing a familiar voice Cherelle turned her attention towards Romero. Her smile widened as she saw his wide open arms, just waiting for a hug. "Bonjour Romero!" She said as she hugged him, then kissed each of his cheeks, a common way of greeting friends and family in French-speaking nations. "To eat. Sadly I inherited my cooking skills from Iggy instead of France, so although my cooking isn't nearly as bad as Arthur's it realy sucks." She said, with a light blush. She was quite embarassed that she coulsn't cook. Plus there was the cultural festival coming up and she was supposed to make a dish from her home for that, but she still didn't know how she was going to do that. Then, hearing Romero's next comment she winked and said "You found me out! My true reason for coming here was just to see you." She laughed a bit before adding. "I couldn't stand being away from you for so long!" she laughed even more. When the ocean beats the rhythm and the wind plays the melody in harmony with it,
There, you can hear the sounds that birds are singing.
See, your body naturally starts to move!
The tuna, the shrimps, the dolphins and the sea gulls, when we hold their hands, they all become our friends.
Let's sing to the rhythm.
If we smile each other, our wish will be one☆
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 10:38 pm
"You inherited the gentleman's cooking skills? At least you have France to bail you out!" Romero chuckled. "By the way, do you know where Francis is? I haven't seen him all day..." Never mind that he could say that for almost everyone in his year. The Venezuelan smiled as she agreed just as playfully to his joke. "Well, now you can have me all you want; I'm not going anywhere!" he said, a cocky grin playing across his lips. "Are you hungry? Would you like to try one of my hallacas?" he asked, picking up the plate from where he had left it right behind him. "They're a little overcooked, but they're still a tasty Venezuelan treat. These two, on the other hand," Romero added, jabbing a thumb at Luis and Franny, "seem to think they taste horrid." (Phone. These ones contain beef, pork, olives, cornmeal, and bits of pineapple and kiwi. They look just like the other banana leaf-wrapped foods my mom rarely made! Small world. biggrin || Perhaps Franny should start something or strike up new conversion or play with Esperanza?)
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 11:46 pm
Seychelles
Cherelle Petit
Freshman
Cherelle shrugged. "I haven't seen him since yesterday..."
She looked at the hallacas she had just been offered. They looked alright. They most certainly smelled good. And as long as it wasn't as bad as England's food(I don't think anything compares to England's food), she was sure she could eat it. After all she had lived with Arthur's food for over 200 years! So she tried one without much hesitation, and was quite glad she had done so. "Mmmm! C'est très délicieux!" She exclaimed. "Those two need new taste buds then, because this is great!" She laughed as she took another bite of the hallacas.
[Out.Of.Fish: C'est très délicieux! = It's very delicious! ] When the ocean beats the rhythm and the wind plays the melody in harmony with it,
There, you can hear the sounds that birds are singing.
See, your body naturally starts to move!
The tuna, the shrimps, the dolphins and the sea gulls, when we hold their hands, they all become our friends.
Let's sing to the rhythm.
If we smile each other, our wish will be one☆
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 8:27 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"Well, they're basically stea-" Luis Esteban was interrupted when Romero came and greated Cherelle. The Argentinean puffed his cheeks, he was doing a good job talking to someone, then he came over. Well, he was the host for the cook-out, so he was in charge of talking to the guests. Since the girl seemed to be doing okay, he just shrugged and went back to the kitchen to make some more churrasco.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 2:57 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero finally noticed that he had accidentally shoved his little brother out of the conversation. He walked over to him and watched as Argentina continued cooking. "How are the steaks and churrasco coming along?" he asked. "Are any of them ready? And what about you, Kiku?" he added.
Out of Caracas:
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