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 Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 12:53 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín
 República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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The Venezuelan listened to Andrew’s suggestion contemplatively, reviewing who would likely come and who liked what music. There would be three representatives of South America, so boleros, sambas, and the like were definitely in order. Tennessee and Japan had radically different musical tastes compared to Venezuela, Brazil, and Argentina, so perhaps Romero would need to borrow CDs or live players to accommodate their preferences. It was wonderful that Andrew was offering to play his guitar for the event, and he very much appreciated it. So long as he didn’t forget to bring something to cook or eat, of course. “Sure, if you want to bring your guitar, go ahead,” Romero agreed. “Just make sure you bring something to eat, too. Luis, Juliana, and I are all South American, so you might try learning a few salsas. Unfortunately, I can’t suggest any to you, as I don’t remember the names,” he admitted. “Kiku might be harder to please musically; I remember he played a lot of gagaku and taiko, but the latter uses humongous drums that most certainly don’t exist on campus.” He laughed at the thought of somebody blowing the admins’ ears out with blows on the massive percussive instruments.
Before the Venezuelan could get too carried away in his amused imaginings, he remembered that the fourth period bell had rung not too long ago. If he didn’t hustle, he’d be late. “I hope to see you at my dorm tonight!” he told the Tennessee native happily, slinging his backpack onto his shoulders and scratching Iris behind the ears in goodbye. “Number 25!” With a hand upraised in farewell, he walked on to his fourth period, wondering what the teacher would have for them to read this time.
Out of Caracas: Gagaku is some type of Japanese classical music. I believe it is heavy on the strings. || I can't fix this with the BG add-on on...
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 5:35 am
The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Salsa music? Andrew blinked and tilted his head to the side thoughtfully, recalling there were some popular artists who played something akin to that on their guitars although there was a chance what Venezuela was talking about could be different. He would need to do his homework on that, but the musician was fairly confident he could do it. Being given a challenge would actually be pretty nice. "Ok, I'll see you there," Tennessee said as he waved after Romero, blushing a bit and feeling somewhat proud of himself for making friends with two nations. He really was getting good at this foreign relations thing! The boy wondered if he should tell his sister or if that might be a little weird he was so proud of himself for stepping out of his comfort zone as much as he had. For a while Andrew lingered on the roof, nibbling the tomato Iris had given him earlier. It wasn't much of a lunch but he didn't have much of an appetite anyway. The state wasn't exactly looking forward to getting back to class after what Hawaii had said to him, but he figured he would need to. "Alright, let's go, Iris," he grunted as he stood up and dusted his pants off. Iris snorted softly in agreement and seemed content to follow Andrew wherever it was he wanted to go even if it was just to math class. ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Grade 9
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 9:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 9:56 pm
°o.O—¤ 𝔗ris ¤—O.o° εїз The Tennessee Walking Horse εїз It wasn't long before Iris came trotting up the stairs with Brat and Dog in tow. With a little teamwork and skill she managed to get the door opened and stepped out onto the roof. The horse snorted softly and sadly when she saw Georgia crying all alone up here and she couldn't help moving over to gently nuzzle the boy against her in a gentle hug. Or at least the closest thing to a hug that the mare could manage."Don't cry, Mr. George Christian..." she soothed. "Everything will be alright."< >
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:23 pm
 George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from  Georgia lifted his head slightly when he heard the door, but hadn't actually looked to see who it was until he felt the horse nuzzle him lightly. He opened his eyes and lowered his hand from his mouth before he buried his face in the mare's muzzle and hugged her gently while sniffling pathetically. "Ngh, M- 'M sorry... I know I'm supposed to be strong all the time an' all, but..." Georgia hiccuped softly before he turned his head slightly so he could wipe away some of the tears from his face. "Why does that jerk always have to be such a... A JERK! I mean-- he just... He took my first kiss like it was nothing! I don't even like him like that, but he had no shame in it! What's worse is that it happened in front of a bunch of people I don't know all that well and my brother and Germany! I know Ludwig won't tell, but Cali... God! I'll be lucky if he don't come shy of making a movie based off of this!"
Brat carefully climbed up the horse and jumped from the top of Iris's head to land on Georgia's. She gave an uncharacteristically sweet nuzzle of her own, mewing softly. Georgia began petting the tamed wild cat behind the ear, nodding slightly. "Well, yeah, I guess I am fine otherwise... But-- Still! Florida didn't have to do that..."
Out Of Coke :: There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:33 pm
°o.O—¤ 𝔗ris ¤—O.o°εїз The Tennessee Walking Horse εїз Iris was no stranger to the bruised egos of men who felt like they needed to act stronger than they were. She smiled softly and closed her eyes as the gentle mare allowed Georgia to cry into her chestnut fur. "It will be our secret," she promised. "You can cry all you like and nobody needs to know."Iris couldn't say she was an expert on Florida even though it was hard not to know about their rivalry. While she had little advice to give, she was an excellent listener and was willing to let Christian talk his heart out if he needed to. "I don't think he wanted to hurt you," was all she could really say based on how the Floridian had acted after Georgia ran out of the room.< >
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 12:18 am
George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come fromGeorgia frowned, though it came off more as a sulking pout. Florida, not meaning to hurt him? "Ha. That would be the day... He's always starting fights with me or picking on me or insulting me... And it's been that way for almost forever." Granted, yeah, there'd been a time when they weren't at each others' throats, but that was so long ago that it almost seemed like a joke to even remember it now.
But yet, it made him sad to think they weren't that way any more. It always did. He once more buried his face into the horse's muzzle and cried gently. Man, this sucked. Why did Florida have to come here?
Out Of Coke :: There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 12:59 pm
Hey Peaches Listen!
Hey Listen!
Hey Hey!
Peaches Listen!
Hey listen!
To: Georgia Hey Peaches you back yet? I met Alabama today, he is really nice, i gave him the Nickname "Apple"
Big sissy Loves You!
~Massachusetts
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 3:18 pm
°o.O—¤ 𝔗ris ¤—O.o°εїз The Tennessee Walking Horse εїз Iris was thoughtful as she contemplated over why Florida would pick fights with Georgia. It was a strange relationship that was difficult for the gentle mare to understand, but they did always seem to be fighting. It was a shame they didn't get along better and even sadder that those two continued to hurt one another like this. To see Georgia in tears almost broke her heart. Iris closed her eyes as Christian cried against her muzzle and wished she was had a talent like Tennessee's music that could cheer someone up. Maybe she could at least try it?
The horse began to lightly hum one of her favorite songs. It was an old melody from a now almost forgotten era but Andrew's former state song had always been soothing and beautiful to her. Humming didn't come naturally to a horse, but neither did talking, and she was willing to do her best even if she wasn't a musician like Christian.< >
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 11:41 am
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 12:56 pm
  ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida had been quietly fuming over California's little scribbles which made absolutely no sense to him as he tried to figure it out. All he really knew was that no good could come from this. Alta wasn't someone to give up so easily and had even less respect for personal boundaries than his camera monkies. Rutilio kept glancing over his shoulder every five seconds in a fit of paranoia that he would see one of his little brother's paparazzi stalking him. Like he didn't have enough to think about as it was! Rutilio's unhappy march came to a slow and steady halt as he heard something familiar in the distance. His heart began to race slightly as he listened to the old strings being played. Florida knew those strings and could almost mentally envision his once most prized possession in the world. Without thinking he found himself hurrying to the roof and all but forgetting about California's notes still clutched in his fist. The Floridian followed the sound and only hesitated when he came to the door. Very carefully he opened it so he wouldn't disturb the old guitarra being played. Rutilio could only stand and watch as his nemesis played what had to be his former treasure or at least a close replica of it. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
<For those who don't get the guitarra allusion...>>
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 2:36 pm
George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come fromAs the blonde continued to play the old guitar, the song went from Tennessee's old anthem to the first song he had ever heard played on the guitar. He sang the old song he had once made up with Florida, allowing the melody to pour out whole-heartedly and innocently. To a trained musician, the song was a little rough. Considering it had been made up on the spot when he was a year old and first learning the concept of music, Christian quite enjoyed it.
However, his chest always felt heavy as he sang this song. It reminded him of all the good and bad times he had with Rutilio. The stupid jerk was probably laughing it up and having a good time at his expense while he was here on the roof. He would have gone to his dorm since he had the day off, but then he might run into one of his siblings, who undoubtedly knew about that kiss.
When the song finished, the boy sighed sadly and wrapped his arms and legs around the guitar like it was a giant stuffed animal, which for him, his old war prize was. It was probably one of the few things that brought him comfort that wasn't in the form of food or a beverage.
Out Of Coke :: There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 3:06 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Rutilio stood by the door as he listened to the old melody. His normally sunny or mischievous face was drawn into a quiet and thoughtful expression as he recalled the old memories that went with Georgia's lyrics. It wasn't easy to remember those days when he had such a close and important friend, but it would be even worse to forget that person, wouldn't it? It was a difficult struggle he had fought with for decades after losing his pequeno amigo. Eventually the song ended and Florida blinked a few times as his mind slowly returned to the present day and saw George Christian wrapped around the guitar like a helpless little child. Somewhere in the back of his head he told himself that it served the brat right and he should just go, but that little voice had never won out in these circumstances. "Those lyrics are terrible, you know?" Rutilio said as he leaned over Georgia from behind and peered down at his teary face with a playful little grin. "You should consider rewriting them, Mr. Dirty South." Iris had noticed Florida approaching and snorted softly, stomping her foot once in warning. The mare might not have a violent bone in her body, but she could certainly give someone a good scolding for their bad behavior when she wanted.☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 3:12 pm
  "Johnny Kane" ~Freshman and still taller than many seniors~ ~Alabama-The heart of Dixie~ Johnny was wandering the school, and just found his way up here.He looked at the roof.He heard for a noise,but it was quiet.He liked the quite silent roof top already, but it was a sound he heard that drew him up here...He heard music, a song he heard long ago, one that he couldn't remember what it was, or who sang it, and it seemed to stop a few minutes before he got there.He walked over to the railing on the roof and leaned against it to get a view of the campus.After a minute or two, he started to whistle "Dixie Land". Southern Sass To The King's English
Out of fried foods~:
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 4:18 pm
George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come fromGeorgia jumped slightly and clung to the guitar out of surprise before he looked up defensively and snarled lightly like a bob cat, and yet he couldn't help but blush from being caught playing that old song. "Yeah, but they're a million times better than the beat. Who ever came up with it must have been a total idiot, and he should shoot himself in the foot for having such poor musical abilities." Even so... He still liked the song. Not that Florida was ever going to hear him admit to it. "And don't call me the Dirty South. You're the one who's mind is in the gutter! I'm clean and innocent compared to you, dirt bag!"
Out Of Coke :: There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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